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leatafandom · 14 days ago
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So happy the muse came back to you on this! I love it so much ❤️
We Make Our Own Destiny: Ageless (Ch.5)
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Fandom: Smallville
Rating: M (E overall)
Pairing: Clex
Characters: Clark Kent, Lex Luthor, Lana Lang, Evan, Chloe Sullivan, Jonathan Kent, Tanner Sutherland
Word Count: 2779
Warnings: angst, episode rewrite, teen parenthood
Summary: Clark tracks down Tanner, everyone deals with bad news.
A/N: I probably could have added another scene to this, but I kinda wanted to blend a couple scenes together in the next chapter, and am still working out altering Tanner's fate slightly. Sorry this fic keeps taking so long to write, I really think I got in over my a head a bit with this series 😅
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Clark had managed to make it to the school just as the last class was dismissed, and within seconds, he tracked Chloe down, and caught her up on the situation as they head through the halls to the Torch's office. 
“Well, our friendly phone company just got friendlier. I was able to trace the 911 call back to a cell phone. His mother was Karen Gallagher. She was a senior here.”
Chloe hands him the Smallville High yearbook, showing him a picture of Karen.
“I remember hearing about her. Was she Wall of Weird material?”
Entering the office, Chloe heads straight for the computer, setting things up as they talk.
“I got a couple blips on the radar when I heard that she had a knack for shorting monitors whenever she walked into the computer lab, but I had no idea that super-fast pregnancy powers were part of the equation.”
“How long was she pregnant for?”
“Well, last weekend, Christina Varrano had a party at her house, and Karen apparently went NC-17 with some guy in the bedroom. Christina has no idea who the guy was.”
“So she got pregnant and delivered a baby a week later?”
Chloe nods an affirmative, just as bewildered. 
“We need to find Evan's father. He's the only real hope we have at saving him.”
Chloe settles into her chair, Clark's pain obvious in his eyes. Even Lana had sounded like she'd been crying recently when she had called a few minutes before Clark showed up. This kid must really be something.
“Okay, gimme a minute.”
She's not typing for long before she finds a trail to follow.
“Looks like Christina used e-vite to send out all her invitations. I guess ours got lost in the electronic mail. Let's just check all the RSVP's and try to track him down.”
Chloe pulls up a list of names and Clark looks over them. She separates the boys from the list, and after five minutes of applied knowledge of the current rumor mill, whittles the list down to five names. Printing up the list, she turns to Clark. She feels a tug of guilt at what she really wants to ask, more leading questions that would push him into telling her about his abilities, and forces out a more relevant question.
“You really care about this kid, huh?”
“Yeah, Chlo, I do. And so do Lana and Lex. It's…it's really hard, knowing that this is mostly out of our hands, what happens to him.”
It hurts, to see him put on that forced smile even as his eyes grow watery, and not be able to comfort him the way he needs to be, to not be able to pull him into her arms and tell him that no one expects him to save everyone, even with all his powers. She feels it, deep down in some place she cannot name, that that will never be her privilege. Maybe someday she'll at least be granted the honor of acknowledging what she already knows, but this is not that day.
“I'm sorry there isn't more I can do to help, but if you need any more info, just gimme a call, okay?”
Clark nods and rushes out the door. Chloe turns back to her computer screen, unnerved. It's not often that Clark is faced with something his powers couldn't fix, and she remembers how bad it got for him when he lost Ryan. She just hoped Lana could help keep him from sinking into that funk this time. Or Lex. Lex always had a special knack for brightening Clark's world; when they weren't on the outs, anyway. And considering how close Clark is keeping Lex in the midst of all this, she's more apt to put her money on Lex this time around. She senses a shift of monumental proportions has taken place, and honestly, it's about damn time. 
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The first two guys on the list had led to dead ends, one having hooked up with a different girl at the party, the other embarrassedly admiting to getting sick after a few beers and leaving early. Neither had any idea who Karen even was, let alone who she'd snuck off with to one of the guest rooms. Checking into the third name on the list, Clark entered Massey's Garage, paper still in hand. He steps up to a middle-aged man working under a lifted car.
“Excuse me. Does Tanner Sutherland work here?”
The man paused and looked up at Clark. “Yeah, he's over there.” He points towards the back of the garage with his wrench.
“Thank you.”
Clark walks to the back where Tanner is working on a car, hidden behind the lifted hood, tinkering.
“Tanner?”
Without straightening up from his work, Tanner calls out.
“Leave your car around back, I'll get to it.”
Clark walks around the hood to see Tanner. He recognizes the kid from one of his classes last semester, remembers he hadn't been all that social, time split between studying and picking up extra shifts to help his parents out. And now, he might have a kid of his own. A dying kid who's already almost their own age. Clark takes a breath and approaches the young man.
“Hey, were you at Christina Varrano's party last week?”
Tanner hedges, finally looking away from the engine he was fiddling with. There's a nervousness to his demeanor that even Clark can pick up on. 
“Uh, I don't remember. I…” He wipes his hands with a rag, avoiding eye contact with Clark. “I think I was working that night.”
“So you didn't hook up with Karen Gallagher?”
“What do you want?” Tanner's tone sharpens, stepping around the car towards Clark. “Who the hell are you?”
“I'm the guy who found your son, laying in the middle of a field.” 
Clark feels a surge of protective anger, sure that Tanner is Evan's father. He knows evasive when he hears it. Tanner's face pales, even as he shakes his head in denial. 
“Look, dude, I don't have a son, and...and I don't know what you're talking about, all right? I got work to do.”
Tanner tries to walk away and Clark grabs his arm roughly. He knows it's a lot to lay at someone’s feet, but he can't lose this one chance to save Evan’s life. 
“I'm not going to let you walk away from this.” Clark pulls Tanner around to face him, schooling the building anger off his face. “Look, I know you didn't mean for it to happen, but it did. You have a responsibility.”
Tanner tugs at his unbreakable grip, his voice breaking.
“Get off me, man. What's your problem?”
“My problem is that your son needs your help. Now tell me how he got in that field.” 
Clark feels Tanner's defeat, the shorter teen slumping in his grasp. He lets him go, watches him remember.
“I got with this girl at a party. I was drunk, we both were. I didn't even think about condoms or anything, I screwed up. The next day, she calls me up, crying, saying she's...she's pregnant. And yeah, seemed a bit early to know that, right? But, I go over, and her stomach...it was already…” Tanner shakes his head in disbelief. “A week later, we were in my car, we're speeding to the hospital and she's screaming, it's coming!, and she starts glowing! And then the car, it went up like a freakin' a-bomb! That wasn't a baby. It was some kind of monster. It killed Karen.”
Rage wars with understanding, and Clark struggles to keep his voice even.
“He's a human being, Tanner, and he's your son. His name is Evan. He's aging rapidly.” Clark steps closer, like he's approaching a wounded animal, needing Tanner to understand “He needs your help. He needs a bone marrow transplant. You're the only one who can help him. He such a brilliant kid, if you could just-”
“What? No! Look, I can't deal with this. I never wanted any of this to happen, but, I'm sorry. I can't. I hate that I just left Karen like that, but I was so scared. Christ, I'm just a kid myself, man, how…how am I supposed to deal with this? I just want out of this crazy-ass town!”
Clark feels a warning rush of sad calmness, Lex, soothing his growing ire as Tanner steps around him and walks out of the garage. He lets Lex's projected stoicism surround him, stopping him from speeding after the teen and forcing him to understand. The cell Lex gave him rings in his pocket, and he pulls it out, grateful for this weird bond between him and his boyfriend. 
“Lex…”
“I know. I'll meet you back at the farm in half an hour. We'll find a way.”
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Back home, Clark distracts himself with chores as he waits for Lex, moving bags of feed in the barn and talking to Jonathan. He still has to fight against the urge to run through Smallville and track Tanner down.
“How could someone do that to their own son?”
Jonathan sets his own bag down onto the pile and steps over to Clark, hating the anger and fear he sees in his son's eyes.
“Clark, being a father is an enormous responsibility. The kid is just too young to handle it.” 
“I'm handling it! Lex and Lana are handling it! He's Evan's only hope,” Clark can't stop his voice from cracking, “and Evan's going to die if we can't convince him to help.”
“I know that, son, and we're gonna figure it out.” God, he hopes they figure it out. That Lex can use that genius brain of his to save his son from this heartache. “But what's more important right now is what are we gonna tell Evan?”
“Maybe it's best I don't even tell him I found his father. He's gonna take it pretty hard.”
Jonathan claps a hand on Clark's shoulder, sighing.
“Son, an orphaned child has every right to know about his origins. You should know that better than anybody. I'll tell you what...I'll talk to him, okay? I mean, I do have a little experience in that department.”
Clark gives his father a half-smile, shaking his head.
“Thanks, Dad, but I think I should tell him.”
“Tell him what?” Clark turns to see Lana and Evan walking through the open doorway, Evan's face lighting up. “Did you find my father?
Clark doesn't answer, his throat dry, and his heart clenching. He had hoped Lex would get here before they did, to help ease Evan into the bad news. Another wave of comfort trickles through the connection, a ballast for his nerves. 
“Clark, where is he?” Lana's lips curve in a worried frown, and he suspects she's figured it out. 
“He works downtown...at Massey's Auto Garage. His name's Tanner Sutherland.”
“When can I see him?” 
The hopeful look on Evan's face tears at Clark’s already shredded heart. He flounders for a response, and breathes a quiet sigh of relief when Jonathan intervenes.
“Look, Evan, um, sometimes, when you meet your biological father, it can be painful.”
“Why? I don't understand.”
Clark thinks of Jor-El's imprint, of the pain and confusion and disappointment. 
“They don't always live up to your expectations, Evan. Trust me, I know.”
“But I want to see him.”
Lana turns to Evan, the weight of the situation heavy on her heart.
“Evan, we're just trying to protect you.”
“You can't protect me. No one can.”
“Just calm down, okay?” Lord knew Clark was angry enough for the both of them. 
“Stop telling me what to do, Clark!” Evan aims his words to hurt, lashing out through his own pain. “You're not my father.”
Evan runs up the stairs to the loft.
“Evan!”
“Clark.” Jonathan shakes his head, stopping him from following after Evan. He knows from angsty teenagers. “Give him some time to cool down.”
Clark is about to protest as Lex steps into the barn behind them. 
“From the sound of things, looks like I missed some upsetting news.”
It takes everything in Clark not to rush to Lex, to pull him into a tight embrace. Settles for the split-second glance of sympathy cast his way, the mental brush of warmth along his spine. Receives a placebo in Lana wrapping an arm around him in Lex's place; not the comfort he wants, but the comfort the trio knows Jonathan will not think to question. 
“Evan's father, Tanner, refuses to have anything to do with this.” Jonathan feels a little more of his icy regard for Lex melt away at the obvious pain radiating from the young man's eyes, the only hint at emotion the stoic businessman will let show through. He reminds himself that Lex has felt loss far too often for his age, an infant brother, followed too soon by his mother. “Have your scientists found any other option to slow this thing down?” 
“No, Mr. Kent. None of the tests so far have yielded any positive results. I've even flown in a doctor that specializes in progeria, but she thinks the treatment will only buy us a few hours, a day at most. But I haven't given up.” 
Jonathan looks between the three younger adults, for that's what Lana, what his son, are now. Adults, with a responsibility thrust upon them that they are ill prepared to handle, and he feels a swell of sadness, and pride, for this trio, dealing with this hard task so bravely. A major shift had taken place, and Jonathan had the feeling he wasn't seeing the entire picture, something niggling at the back of his mind that he couldn't pin down.
“Look, why don't the three of you go help Martha with dinner. She's already called the school to excuse you and Lana, for today and tomorrow. The rest of the chores can wait till later. I'll see if I can get Evan to come back to the house.”
“Thanks, Dad.” 
Clark gave Jonathan a watery smile and followed behind Lex, easing himself out of Lana's embrace as nonchalantly as he could. He appreciated the gesture, but it didn't compare. As soon as they were out of sight of the barn window, he fell into step beside Lex, taking up the offered hand. He could feel pain and anger to match his flowing between them, knows Lex has become just as attached to Evan as he has. 
Lex slows their pace, letting Lana continue up to the house ahead of them. 
“Where does this Tanner kid work? Maybe I can…convince…him to change his mind.”
“Lex-”
“With money, Clark, not threats. The procedure for a bone marrow transplant often leads to a lengthy recovery, so many people decline donating. Maybe if I take care of the financial aspect, talk to his boss about time off, he'll agree.”
“Maybe. He did say he wanted outta Smallville.” Clark looked at Lex, seeing only earnest desperation. “Okay. He works over at Massey's Garage. I don't know how late his shift runs.” 
Lex is interrupted from responding by the shrill ring of his cell. 
“Luthor.” Lex's expression darkens as he listens to the person on the other end, and Clark feels a spike of fear through the bond. He tunes his hearing to listen to the other side of the conversation. “Is there any possibility of an error?” 
“We've run the projections three times, sir. Even with the progeria treatment, there's no way to stall it without the donor marrow.”
Lex growls and flips his phone closed, squeezing it tightly in his hand. Clark tries to soothe him through the bond as he steps closer, taking Lex's hand and uncurling his fingers from around the cell that would have gained a cracked screen if Lex had been any stronger.
“What's wrong?”
“I've just been informed that Evan's cell division is increasing exponentially, along with the energy he expels when he ages. We have only a few hours to stabilize Evan with Tanner's marrow. According to the projections, Evan is building towards a massive chronological event.”
Clark gasps, calculations and permutations running through his speeding mind.
“So he'll, what? Be about eighty the next time he ages? He's still going to die too soon?”
“It's even worse than that, Clark. The next time Evan ages, he'll release enough energy to kill himself and anyone else at hand. We have to find Tanner and make him change his mind. Evan doesn't deserve this, he deserves a full life.”
Clark wrenches his teary gaze from Lex's at the sound of Jonathan shouting.
“Evan ran off. Three guesses where he's headed.”
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izartn · 1 year ago
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I'm craving good het romance, as one does from time to time. Where do I find good fantasy not only romance het pairings. Where is my queer het plot!!!
Has anyone some book or manga recs? Preferably something finished please, I don't want to suffer waiting to the author to complete or abandon the story or of they're gonna be canon XD
EDIT after list is written: Okay. This post has officially become my list of what kind and why of het pairings I like. You've been officially warned. (Also a rec list of what to read/watch?) Trying to avoid spoilers.
Also more than half of this list is about teen me readings, I really need to seek out books and Manga bc wow. Very teen me, and I think that I've outgrown their canons even if the ship dynamic is also that still compels me.
I like:
CANON
El/Orion from the Scholomance. Whenever Orion gets a bit of focus I'm just. Oh wow (if you read between the lines he's so simple and so fucking unhinged at the same time). El extremely denying any vibes until last moment, but also falling extremely hard. Them both being such a battle couple/pair in general.
Whatever you can call what Agatha has going on with her two beaus in Girl Genius. They're all three of them so crazy competent and gone for each other too.
Yona/Hak and her vibes with Soo-won too (that foils thing she has with him is perfect and usually handled to male charas only, I'm biting my arm) (the loyalty thing with Hak and the way he pulls her higher too) (just the frustrated ot3 vibes of it all).
Jang Uk and Naksu|Cho Yeong in season 1. Their devoted and unhinged vibes destroyed me, I loved them. They were perfect, they only needed a bit more physicality. Season 2 defanged Yeong way way too much (in favor of uwu and blegh, let the woman cut off heads) and I didn't like the postponed angst and romance without knowing her identity.
Iron Widow OT3, which look. Wu Zetian rules even when she misses and nukes a city and everything is fantastically creepy and the guys lovely developed charas too with very different personalities and backstories
Tana and Gavriel from the Coldest Girl in Coldtown. (and this one also has threesome vibes with Aiden, uh) I like it when she is driven to do whatever it needs doing be it save her ex or her sister, or killing an ancient vampire in the company of another midly crazed vamp who is also very devoted to her and rediscovering life. Also the whole aesthetic and vibes of this one fucks.
Kate and August in Monsters of Verity duology. Dark dystopic urban fantasy and monster/human plus tragedy plus narrativelt active morally complex fem protags? I was obssesed with it when it came out.
Kaguya and Shirogane, but specifically if they weren't so innocent. Their chemistry is super fun, but I want something a bit more grown up and less teen panic. See also, me at 11 being obssesed with Blair/Chuck vibes in season 1 and 2 of Gossip Girl.
I'm on a roll. I loved Gilbert/Anne both in the 80's series and in Anne with an e. Obvious rivals to lovers where the guy respects her intelligence and she also has to have a whole arc about herself before realising she likes him.
I remember being bewitched by Lyra and Will once upon a time when I read the Golden Compass trilogy. Same re:Nathaniel and Kitty from Bartimaeus despite these two never having comfirmed anything just tragic unfulfilled potential.
Bipa and Aer from La Emperatriz de los Etéreos de Laura Gallego; theyre my fave pairing of hers and one of the only ones I didn't grew distant from as I grew out of her books. She's so practical and also kind and warm hearted, and he has the head on the clouds and is also completely out of this world in a familiar way. (this is me identitying with the guy who only appears like. A quarter of the whole novel bc he has been trying to give himself over to a lovecraftian alien soul-eater blue star while Bipa has to do all the journey to bring him back and destroy said blue star). Laura Gallego is wild.
NOT CANON
Younger me also enjoyed Artemis/Holly, not sorry at all for that one. He's so gone for her as a person and she's so out of his league (bc of their ages, bc of their species, their incompatible moralities up to the last books, etc, etc). Unfulfilled longing that makes you want to be a better person, the ship.
Soul/Maka on the other hand have super married vibes despite nothing ever being official and I love them and want to set on fire all the fic there's is about them bc it's general romcom / modern setting without that battle partnership and soul trust + domesticity I love. Also extremely teen but alas.
Yatori from Noragami bc I love tragedy specifically and human/gods relationships are fascinating. Even if it's unfinished. Even if it's out of focus somewhat.
Bellamy/Clarke from the 100 for all of the three seasons I saw before abandoning the series. The plot was unsmokeable but their relationship perfectly done. I was resigned to a boring romance with Finn and bam. Complex relationships, Clarke being bi with Lexa, parallel leaderships arcs, etc. Oh wow.
When someone bothers to write Aredhel/Celegorm on her PoV and it hits incredibly HARD. Damn. Whether aroallo or full-romo. Let post rebirth Aredhel be wild and Celegorm reckon with the knowledge of what wrong he almost brought to Luthien given Aredhel. Aredhel loving Lomion despite everything and loving disaster Celegorm, but not forgetting what they did, the awkward bonding between Maeglin and Celegorm as two former bad guys. Or them avoiding a bad ending and dying together fighting on the First Age before the Second Kinslaying. Playful times in Valinor pre-darkening.
ESPECIAL MENTION
I loved Laini Taylor characters and worldbuilding but her love at first sight kind of romances left me cool which is sad given I liked like everything else about her stories. Including the two characters involved on the romances, but not the romances per se. I guess I'm too aroace to believe first sight as anything reasonable in a serious plot even with the fairy tale vibes her stories have lol.
I also love Reylo vibes and symbolism but hated what they did on the last movie with them and I'm weirdly unable to read much fic of them. So...
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lovethisletters · 3 years ago
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Devilish nights || A fantastic 3 one-shot!
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I love this idea ngl, I love the dynamic between the three of them! And I tried to do them justice here but... there's definitely a Whole ass ranch for improvement... :C
also Diavolo is Mexa xd
Summary: the fantastic three go to a concert but things don't go as planned.
Additional notes: I was going to make this a comic but decided against it since it was gonna take me much more time to finish it, but perhaps I'll do it as a small follow up to this one-shot.
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There's a reason why the Demon elite are very protective of their private life...you see: everyone has a side of their personality only the ones closest to us are allowed to see and for the demon prince, the avatar of pride and the loyal butler this is no exception.
—Uhhh?!?! You're going out?!!—all 6 brothers questioned in surprise.
—Yes, and I hope that when I arrive, the house is not a mess!— Replied the avatar of pride as he placed a distinctive blue coat over his shoulders.
—Ehhh? Are you going on vacation to the human realm, Lucifer ?! And without me ?! How cruel!—Asmodeus inquired dramatically, hugging his older brother's arm like a child begging his mother to go out and play.
The black-haired demon was unfazed by the avatar of lust childish demeanor, released himself from his grasp with ease and continued with his speech.
—Diavolo has important matters to resolve in the human realm and he needs me and Barbatos to support him, it is not a vacation.—
—I hope all of you behave in my absence; Satan, you're in charge, ”Lucifer declared.
-What?!?! Satan in charge ?! - the rest complained.
—As much as it bothers me to admit it… Satan is the most responsible among you — Lucifer looked at the blonde demon in the eyes — I'm counting on you — and the avatar of pride came out hurriedly before he could even hear the answer of the fourth brother.
—Don't— whispered the avatar of wrath as his lips settled into a sinister smile at the plan that was being formulated in his head.
[…]
—Ahhh ~ finally it's THE day! I can't wait any longer !!!— upon hearing the title "prince of hell" we could normally assume that the person bearing it is someone intimidating, ruthless and rude; but there he was ... the heir to the throne of the Devildom jumping all over the place with immeasurable enthusiasm, glow sticks in each hand and a white shirt with the image of a sun with the face of Luis Miguel on the chest.
—Diavolo, I'd appreciate it if you could calm down a bit.
—Calm down?! Lucifer! I have been waiting for this for years! I will finally be able to be at a concert of my favorite singer from the human realm! Do you have any idea how much I struggled to get these tickets?!?! I had to do it the human way! line and everything!—The redhead claimed at the lack of enthusiasm from his best friend.
—His majesty stopped time and he moved a couple of old ladies to be able to acquire the tickets in the front row; it would be appreciated if you showed a bit of enthusiasm, Lucifer.—Barbatos finally spoke, the same formal and cold smile always etched on his face to which Lucifer could only replay in the same way.
—Oh! I won't let you two ruin my night with your formalities! At least pretend you're as excited as I am!—Diavolo begged but his stoic companions could only mutter a mocking “yeeei”as they waved their respective glow sticks reluctantly and the prince of hell could only roll his eyes.
[…]
Mistakes happen, they happen when we least expect them and even worse; at too inconvenient moments.
—Quick, Lucifer, we're next!— The tallest of the 3 hurried, still jumping up and down.
—Give me a second — The black-haired demon searched in his pockets for the tickets that Diavolo had asked him to keep until the day of the concert because he was afraid of losing them among all the paperwork that week and knowing the responsible nature of his friend he entrusted them to him .
The thing is ... Lucifer could not find the tickets ... and when he realized this, with all the tranquility of the world: he cleared his throat, clasped his hands and positioned himself firmly like a teacher about to explain something to a child .
—Diavolo, in terms of tickets… I forgot the ttickets— At first the prince of hell gave his friend an incredulous look and even proceeded to laugh.
—Sure, stop playing games, Lucifer— the redhead expected a laugh from his friend followed by him handing over the tickets, but that gesture never came.
—Your Majesty I think Lucifer is not joking— Barbatos corrected
And oh my god, have you ever seen a child's face when you take a toy that he just can’t have out of his hands? And then the endless crying begins? Yes, at that moment the heir to the throne of hell simply bursted in tears.
—It’s Okay, your majesty, everything is going to be fine— The butler tried to calm him down by patting him on the back.
—Diavolo, I can buy others, don't worry— But the redhead only limited himself to pointing at the sign above the theater entrance "Sold out" was written in large letters.
—Well… I guess I owe you the next concert, how about we go to your favorite restaurant, hmm? My treat — Despite his offer, his friend only let out a sigh of despair and helplessness.
—You have no idea where you left them?
—Ummm… I guess in my office…
—Tell your brothers to bring them to you! Please!!— Lucifer was quick to dial Satan's number, because by the way things were he would not be surprised if Diavolo's despair at this moment led him to pray.
By pure chance, Lucifer noticed that he had several unanswered messages and calls from one of the angels: Simeon
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—You can't reach them?—the prince questioned
Lucifer just stood there, glaring at his phone with a mixture of regret and anger.
"Damm you Simeon" was all that came to mind.
—Oh? Aren't those Solomon, Simeon and Luke?—Barbatos voice interrupted his thoughts.
And sure enough, there at the entrance of the theatre were the inhabitants of purgatory hall, dressed in human world clothing, waiting in line, the youngest of the group with tickets in hand.
—Oh!? I didn't knew they had bought tickets for this!
—They didn't
—How do you know?
—Because those are YOUR tickets!
—What?!?!—Diavolo's confused expression was quickly met with Lucifer's phone right in front of his face, showing him the text messages.
—I'll go get them—but before the avatar of pride could take another step towards the purgatory hall group, Barbatos hand stopped him in his tracks.
—Your Majesty, I believe Luke's birthday is just in a few days and he seems to be enjoying himself, why don't we let them keep the tickets?—the butler suggested politely.
It took a couple of seconds for the prince of hell tho make his desicion, but the smile on the small angel face made all trace of doubt dissipate, and with a heavy sigh he finally spoke.
— leat it be, Lucifer...
—...are you sure of it, Diavolo?
—yes, perhaps next year we'll go together...all of us, right?
Lucifer was surprised but with a small smile forming on his face he said yes.
—Now... who's hungry?! We should go to the fanciest place in town, after all, It's Lucifer's treat!—the prince joked
—Perhaps the restaurant we attended last year would be fine, your Majesty?
—Ah yes! That would do!
And while Lucifer's wallet had started regretting his desicions, he was happy he could spend this evening with his dearest friends.
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I was going to put a drawing of the fantastic three hanging out but I only did Diavolo bc while I was finishing Barbatos and Lucifer my computer crashed and didn't save anything :c
So here's a Diavolo in front of bellas artes to compensate:
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If you find any grammatical errors let me know! I'm trying to improve my english and that would help me so so much!
I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov  where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would get to be as fond of her as much as I am!
Anyway, thank you for reading!
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other-cullen-ficrecs · 3 years ago
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I can't choose so... angst 8 or comfort 8 XD Adoribull ofc, but you already knew that <3
8. “it hurts.” & 8. “i promise i won’t be mad.”
A true hurt/comfort ask ;) Also, I see you're all giving me prompts that can be easily about Dorian leaving but I already wrote one of those so nah. (PS this one will also be edited later, I just wanted to finish those prompts before falling asleep.)
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"Vishante kaffas! What is wrong with your leg?"
"It hurts," Bull groaned, stumbling despite being help up by Krem and Grim.
"That much seems rather obvious!"
One leg of his hideous pants was stained dark with drying blood and the leg underneath it had to be severely damaged, considering how wobbly it was. Bull was clearly trying to put as little pressure on it as possible and he was moving it oddly as if not fully in control of it.
Dorian looked past him, glancing briefly at Krem who deftly avoided his gaze and settled straight on Stitches.
"We did what we could. Got a mage to help through the worst of it. He will live."
"<i>He will live?!"
"And keep his leg," Stitches assured as if that was so much reassuring when Dorian was just waiting for Bull to meet him as agreed for a few weeks of a romantic get-away.
Dorian planned nice dinners, good wine and passionate nights, not being glad that Bull was only slightly ripped apart.
"... Bring him into the main room, I'll take care of it."
"Hey! I'm fine, don't worry too much about it."
"So help me Maker, make this any more difficult and I'll cut off this leg myself."
"Love the fire, big guy, but you have no idea how tempting it sounds right now."
Dorian only rolled his eyes and led the Chargers and their leader into the cottage. Bull's shuffled slowly, mixing the rose petals spread carefully on the floor with the blood and mud from his shoes.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Kadan," he said as he finally gathered the breath after being put in the armchair in front of the fire.
The Chargers barely nodding at Dorian before slinking away hurriedly. Clearly worried Dorian's wrath will focus mainly on them. He could've sworn Krem had to turn into a rogue for long enough to disappear back out of the door.
"We will camp nearby, next to the river. I will check on him tomorrow, but if anything happens-"
"You will be the first to know."
"Well, I'd like to think I'd be the first to know, after all-"
"No one finds you amusing," Dorian informed him coldly and Bull surprisingly fell silent.
Stitches only nodded and left the house, following the rest of his company.
Dorian pinched the base of his nose, praying for some patience.
"If I promise I won't be mad, will you tell me what happened?"
Bull squinted at him suspiciously.
"Are you promising or saying you could promise?"
"Bull."
The man only sighed, finally dropping the jovial act of an unruly patient and unbeatable mercenary.
"So, there was this dragon-"
"For the love of the Maker, I'm gonna kill you myself!"
"Definitely only saying you can promise then."
Bull sighed in defeat as Dorian only glared at him for a long moment.
"You can't go off fighting dragons, Bull! I know you hate the idea, but you're not getting any younger! You can't be mercenary until you're old and wrinkled! Definitely not the kind that fights dragons! I'm not saying you need to give it all up, I- I know how much it means to you. But we've talked about it, haven't we? About giving more leadership to Krem? Settling down a bit perhaps? What a wild idea!"
The Iron Bull chuckled, carefully stretching his legs, leaning tiredly into the cushions. He looked beat and exhausted but happy for some reason, smiling at Dorian softly. At the moment looking more like a love-sick kid than a weathered veteran.
"Stitches gave you something good for the pain, didn't he?"
"Yeah," Bull agreed with a smile. "I'll be good though, don't worry. I talked with Krem. I will settle down. Just had to kill that one last dragon, Kadan. I'll tell you all about it later."
Dorian rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to fetch their food. He figured they could at least still enjoy that.
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caelum-in-the-avatarverse · 2 years ago
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So unfortunately my brain isn’t hyperfixating enough on anything in EBwF to get any writing done, and I’m immensely sorry about that. It’s looking like this is gonna have to be one of those chapters I force myself to slog through until something clicks in my head again, ugh.
On the plus side, I think I might be mostly-finished with another #atla15 entry. It’s like....two years late but I fully intend to finish #atla15 at some point! so better late than never, lol. It features some of Stingrae’s OCs so I’m waiting on her approval of their portrayal before I polish it up and post it.
Other writing projects......okay so this is, like, super self-centered, probably even self-aggrandizing, but at some point I think I’m gonna release a bunch of...idk, appendices? Regarding my take on the Avatarverse. Family trees, references sheets, timelines, that sort of stuff. I do get people wanting to know more about my thought process every so often, so I figure there’d be some interest if I released all the notes?
Of course that means I need to get the notes into a readable state, trust me, they are supper scatterbrained. Heck my notes on the Chinese Zodiac are just copy/pasted from five different websites with no editing because why would I need to edit it into a readable state? XD
So yeah, some stuff to look forward to, eventually.
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anamelessdragon · 3 years ago
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Next chapter of broking power is 7k and now completely edited, but out of an abundance of caution I’m going to wait a few more days to post it to keep up more of a steady 7-10ish day update schedule instead of risking running out of everything I have already prepared and then needing to go on an abrupt hiatus while I stretch myself between writing multiple fics. XD I probably will take a bit of an extended sort of mid-season break in posting it to make sure I finish everything up as much as possible before continuing along, but that time is not until five more chapters down the line.
This is gonna be a long one. 
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behindthestrings · 3 years ago
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all right then i also dare u to answer all of them too !
1. What's a roleplay blog whose characterization you admire?
Honestly the person I need to give this to is @deivorous. They are unafraid to actually write a Grimm that is a truly instinctual being. Grimm is one of those muses that like…I see people bend a lot to fit somewhere, and highlight certain areas of him to grow. And like, playing with Grimm’s more human facets is where a lot of fandom goes…but personally, I REALLY like working with hollow muses that embrace their hollow instincts and don’t apologize about the portrayal. I’ve written with MANY Grimms over the years, and this interpretation is not one I’ve found common, and I really vibe with it.
2. What's a roleplay blog whose writing style you admire?
@despairforme/@kakimushire I LOVE how different their muse voices are across the blogs, while still maintaining a same author voice. I have always adored Toby’s writing…and I’ve read their work even before I was a member of the rpc.
They and their writing is why I even JOINED the rpc in the first place because I didn’t realize how satisfying it could be, and how beautiful some of the writing is when done by muns that connect as well as muses.
3. What's a roleplay blog who always has the best plot ideas?
Ahaha the crack that I get involved with that deals with @sphaeraa is AMAZING. Never before have I met a mun with a muse who’s as mentally and emotionally WTF as Shutara, and watching them form plots…..ahahaha wow. Hogy…I never know what’s gonna happen when my muses get piqued by him. Especially if Shutara and him are vibing. It’s a special blend of dumb and dumber…acted out by two incredibly intelligent minds. That’s really the only way that I can describe Shu-Hogy vibe.
I also really like the way that @tetsusei’s brain works. I can’t wait to flesh out past TYBW stuff…since like…working with Quincy muns opens sets of options I usually don’t have access to. Cang and Szayel honestly crack me up.
I NEED TO FINISH STUFF FOR @kazeshinigami. I LOVE THE PLOTS I HAVE WITH ANGEL BUT I”VE HAD ZERO TIME TO GIVE THEM THE WORK THEY DESERVE. I hate halfassing things, especially in a beginning setup.
4. What's a roleplay blog whose artwork/edits/icons you admire?
@midnightactual does soooo much editing work for their visuals. Everything is so beautiful and it enhances the writing and characterization instead of distracting from it. I love seeing the intermediate stages too that have been shared on discord. Soooo much to admire and love.
5. What's the roleplay blog you've been writing with the longest here?
I’ve written with @kenpachi-of-zaraki for 7 years now on both my Shutara and my Szayel. We’ve seen some shit over the years. XD I’m happy I got to meet him this year in person. That was a long time coming.
6. What's a roleplay blog who's an absolute joy to talk to ooc?
My SAME BRAINCELL collection of Kisuke muns only. @mysteriousshopkeeper, @kxrotsuchi, @shikzue No matter what shit’s going on the dash. No matter if I’m too exhausted to write...I go see them to recharge. It’s literally always fun and I have total psychological safety in this space. Like…the best way that I can describe a space inhabited by 4 kisuke muns is like…the deranged bouncy house of contemplation, experimentation, distraction and boisterous entertainment.
@svsure is someone who I enjoy hanging out in the 9th circle of Szayel hell with. The things we’ve seen….
@regalramtrecera is another one who has energy that’s just so good. And as a fellow healthcare person...it's nice to have someone who understands.
7. What's a roleplay blog you love whose character you didn't know until you started writing with them?
@bleachintothemultiverse Like, I’ve played the BBS content with CFYOW…but I didn’t really focus on it. But I’ve gotten to have an appreciation of Seinosuke, who I hadn’t really given much thought to. And it’s actually been really fun to write the “grumpy one loves the sunshine one”.
8. What's a roleplay blog with a friendly mun?
Ahaha I love @fireplumed SOOOO MUUUUUCH. One of those people who is just genuinely *GOOD*. One of those like..guided by fate moments….ILU
Speaking of fate guided moments…. @shiroiacha. My literal twin…suuuper spooky. But Incredible.
Also @wisteriamuses/ @kxrotsuchi  Is the most genuinely friendly mun I’ve ever met. Literal sugarhearted sunshine.
Aria of @txchie is also in this group. It’s such a small world when you know the same areas, and I love bunnies. <3
Also, I haven’t gotten to write yet with @mindinmuken, but I love being able to talk headcanon work just..in general…in detail. You’re awesome.
Like I mean ANYONE I write with is friendly. But like…sometimes I know that I’m not in the greatest frame of mind because of my work life. And sometimes I’m inconsistent about where my muse energy goes and like I can love a plot and then like drop things for weeks. But these people? Like it doesn’t matter how shitty of a partner I’ve been…they will ALWAYS meet me where I am, and like…I feel like I don’t really deserve to talk to them sometimes.
So yeah.
10. What's a roleplay blog whose dedication you admire?
ALL OF YOU.  Just taking the time to be creative when times are hard.  I respect people who write huge amounts.  I respect people who can only write snippets because they have no time, but want to make *something*.  I love people who are trying out new muses.  I love people who’ve been writing a muse for 10 years.  Like.  Damn.   Y’all are amazing.
11. What's a roleplay blog that always keeps you pleasantly surprised?
@sentcki  / @seistark / @trescifras
I love how much thought Hanji puts into their muses. And like no matter who it is…or whatever muses I’m working with…like even when it’s something that I KNOW will go well…like, when it’s actually talked about and put out there…it’s even better than I thought it would be in the first place.  And I love that we’re able to flex and blend characters and lore with one another.  I love being able to express enthusiasm and have it mirrored back at me.  
12. What's a roleplay blog you admire from afar?
@kingtres
I love reading all of the little notes. All of the little snippets of hcs shared on this blog. Like…in theory I would love to write and interact…but I’m not really sure if it would create much substance without work that my muses will fight…even though I’d love to do it.
Like my Szayel is an Espada…but Halibel for him has always just kinda been someone he likes, but just doesn’t have much in common with. He’d make anything she asked, he’d heal her and her fracciones, and honestly…he supports hollowness so much, the fact that she’s a monster girl makes him very, very happy. And because he *gets* a womb in his CFYOW form…seeing her without one, makes him really sad—he is the embodiment of creation and life and he’s always dreamt of being able to carry life in him, and that uniquely makes him sympathetic to her Sacrifice tbh, even if he’d be too afraid to tell her.
My Shutara likes the idea of another strong lady…but like, she’s a Guard and she knows that their relationship would be very complex whether as friends or enemies because of who the Espada are…and if things are difficult in a social sense, Shutara is just more likely to withdraw than expend the effort.  I’d love to explore some post TYBW stuff…but yeah….it’s just to nebulous for me to sift through something to ask for a thread yet, and if it’s meant to be, the idea will come.
So I just kind of watch and enjoy what’s written than attempting to talk to the mun and try and write XD  And enjoy all of the pictures of animals.  <3
THERE’S SO MUCH THAT i CAN’T FIT IN HERE BUT i LOVE EVERYONE i FOLLOW.  EVERYONE IS SO INSPIRING.  I WILL GUSH OVER AND OVER AGAIN.  
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amoosewritesfanfic · 5 years ago
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Can I get uhhhhhhhhhh Sum Endeavour x fem reader fisting 🅱️ls? His hands.. must be H U G E ! And his sex drive must be a raging ‘fire’ (heh) being that he is a tower of testosterone and the definition of sex itself.. I like a little bit of aftercare fluff too... just the smallest bit.. 🥰 Pls and thank u Moose UwU P.S. your writing?? T o p notch. *chef kiss*
[Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader]
[+18]
[Warnings: fisting, gaped coochie, daddy kink, aftercare]
[I own none of the characters or the art, any edits you see are made by me tho :3]
[Darling anon, you asked and you shall receive, honestly Enji is so beautiful and like damn also thank youuuu, I'm glad you enjoy my writing.]
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Now usually Enji just did as he pleased with you, fucking you into the bed or up against the shower window until your mind went blank from pleasure.
Today, he had sat you down and asked;
"Y/N, what is it you want to try out?" The way he said your name like that sent shivers up your spine, his voice was so deep and sexy, but oh the thing that was driving you wild was how his shirt looked like it was to explode off of his chest, those beefy muscles straining the fabric of the white shirt as those beautiful cerulean hues stared at you, waiting for your response.
"What do you mean daddy?" You asked almost as innocently as possible, but honestly you had no clue what he was talking about.
"Kinks you want to try my firefly." He said as he lifted his hand, which was as big as your face, pushing a few strands of hair out of your face.
"Oh, well..." you thought about it for a moment before you let those words slip out.
He stared at you for a moment.
"Are you sure?" He asked as he pulled you onto his lap, his hand resting on your lower back as his other hand threaded through your hair.
"Hmm, I want to... it's not that-..."
"You don't need to explain yourself. I'll do it 'cause you asked my dear." He said.
...
That was the conversation you had.
Now, he had your naked body sprawled out on the bed, he himself was also naked, in fact you two had just finished fucking not even five minutes ago he really had a high sex drive to keep on going and honestly...
Fuck it was the most attractive thing ever.
The both of you were glistening in sweat too at this point.
His large hands trailing along your small frame as he pressed kisses along your throat, slowly moving his way down to your breasts, kissing the nipples before he took one of the buds into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, tugging at it with his teeth as his fingers pinched and twisted the other nipple.
Quiet moans escaped your lips as your back arched pushing your breasts more into his face making him grunt. He pulled back and kissed down along your stomach, spreading your legs as he did so.
Once his face was between your legs he ran the pad of his tongue along your slick, tasting his load in your sweet little pussy, making you moan, your thighs almost squeezed his head but those large hands kept your legs spread.
His tongue flicked over your clit, giving it a quick suck, letting it go with a pop.
He pulled back and reached over and grabbed the lube from the side table.
Watching your flustered expression as he covered your cunt and his hand in lube.
Once you were ready he hovered over you allowing you to grip onto his arm if you needed to, he started with one finger as if scraping out the cum that he filled you up with moments ago, slowly easing it into your snatch making you moan and lift your hips up slightly.
"So tight, I think it'll be a real pleasure to stretch this pretty little cunt out more don't you think firefly?" he asked as he pumped his finger inside you, loosening up your pussy a little more.
"Y-yes daddy~" you whimpered.
When he pulled his hand back he eased another finger into you, now his index finger and middle finger were pumping in and out of you.
He's fingered you before like this, so you were somewhat use to it, but the moment he eased in a third finger you moaned out a little louder, your fingers digging into his arm as his three fingers pumped in and out of you...
Gods it felt like his cock... it felt like his cock was stretching out your slick cunt it was driving your body wild.
"Look at you... trembling already and I haven't..." his fourth finger went in now, his fingers were knuckle deep inside you, wriggling and spreading out your cunt making you gasp and almost scream from pleasure.
"F-fuck... fuck... it's stretching me daddys... fingers are stretching me~♡" you whined.
"Oh my sweet firefly~ daddy's fist is about to stretch you out even more~" he groaned into your ear as he put his thumb on his palm after lubing his hand up just a little more, his slid his hand in, now it was a different sensation all together, it made you feel winded the moment his entire hand slid inside.
Your body jerking up and your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head.
It felt like your pussy tightened around his hand which he slowly pulled his hand back, staring out your gaped hole with a smug smile.
"Did you cum...?" His words were low because you knew he was far from done and before you could answer he didn't even ease his hand inside you no... he slid his hand in although this time it felt much bigger, wider you couldn't feel his fingers wiggling around but you felt his fist ease it's way inside you, winding you once again, your toes curling and your nails digging into his arm, leaving a trail of red behind on his skin.
"That pretty expression looks so good~ I think I want to keep seeing it my pretty little slut~" he laughed as his fist started moving now, pumping in and out of your hole. Your moans were become incoherent, you couldn't form a proper sentence as he slowly picked up speed, driving his fist deeper inside you.
A string of
"Fuck, fuck, fuck"
Escaping your lips, you couldn't help but drool and let out a scream as his knuckles just barely grazed your womb, your legs tensed and your back remained slightly arched.
You felt your mind slowly go blank from the pleasure of his fist showing no signs of stopping and you felt it, you felt your pussy walls tighten around his pumping fist.
"Are you gonna cum? Hmm?~ cum for daddy my sweet little slut~ cum all over daddy's hand~" he coaxed adding onto the need to cum.
"FUCK! I'M CUMMING!~♡" you basically screamed out.
And you did, your love juices squirting out all over his fist, your body twitching and your tongue hanging from your mouth.
"Fuck it's so tight... I don't think I'll be able to pull out..." he grumbled as he slowly eased his hand out and true to his words he did in fact struggle to pull his fist out of you once you finished cumming.
But he somehow managed to pull out, staring at his cum coated hand, giving it a lick.
"My what a mess you have made firefly, c'mon cleans daddy's hand up~" he cooed.
Holding his hand near your face as his cerulean hues stared down your gaping cunt.
In your lust filled haze your tongue got to work on cleaning up his hand, once you were done he pulled away for a moment to grab you a bottle of water.
"You did so well love..." he mumbled kissing your forehead.
"Hmm~" you hummed in response as you drank the water.
"Do you want to shower or stay in bed?" He asked as his fingers trailed along your thighs to ease them from being spread for so long.
"Hmm~ bed..." you mumbled setting the bottle down.
Enji got onto the bed, pulling you to lay on his chest running his fingers along your skin.
"We'll rest for a bit and then shower... I hope you enjoyed it firefly~" he hummed kissing your forehead as you hummed in response, nuzzling into the bigger male, relaxing in his hold as he massaged your thighs and back.
...
To say the least your first fisting experience was... wildly amazing. You were sore for about two weeks and to Enji's delight you were still so fucking tight, so he would in fact at any point you asked, fist you.
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[Haha I've never actually written a fisting scene before, I hope it was good XD]
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theshy1sout · 4 years ago
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Inseparable - Chapter 9
Tags: Broppy, Slow Burn Fluff, Not Rated, Trolls Mythology AU
Ao3 here
Notes:  So... What can I write about it? I wrote it when I was really tired and I was doing a few things at the same time so I barely knew what I was writing... I'm gonna edit it later, like the last one XD If you find something weird, just tell me. This fanfic suppose to be just a pleasant writing exercise, the plot isn't too deep, it's pretty simple. It's the fluff. Quickly written fluff in Trolls Mythology AU. Guh, never mind, I'm so tired, enjoy the new chapter
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- Before you give me the Staff - Branch says, showing Poppy a bandanna in his hand. - Can you put it on your eyes?
- You want me to blindfold and not ask why?
- Exactly.
- Is that the thing why...
- Yes. I'm sorry.
It is a whole week after the Fest. And it was a really weird week for Poppy. The very next Day she and Branch were walking together and talking about the Fest, the Sharing, Immortals they met, talks they had, the food they ate. Basically about everything. It was one of the best of the best days for Poppy, maybe even better than the Fest. It was just she and him, the Gold Sphere shining warmly, birds singing softly, breeze blowing gently. Just them, talking for hours. As the almost the most talkative creature below the Sky, Poppy was drunk with talk, exhausted with excitement, all smiles with Branch on her side.
And the very same Night, they fought.
It started so simple, with the god asking the goddess for going to rest during the night time and her being stubborn to walk with him instead. Neither wanted to yield, so calm discussion slowly turned into a loud fight. Their yells quickly caught the interest of the nearest Immortals, who surrounded them and before Poppy and Branch realized it, Smidge, the goddess of Honesty, was trying to calm them down. She listened to them both separately and gave Branch the right to Poppy's anger. But she kinda didn't have a choice now, so many Immortals were begging her to go to sleep (and let them sleep, by the way).
Well, after that the goddess of the Day was walking a bit bitter and twisted. She took offense especially at the god of the Night. He forced her to sleep every Night. What a jerk! How did he dare to tell her what to do? And how did the others take his side? Maybe it was a bit childish that she didn't want to talk with him for the whole next day, but still. She felt frustrated every time Branch was checking if she slept. Guh.
But now, staring at the bandanna in his hand, the very typical bandana that friend blindfolds friend to show a surprise, Poppy smiles widely and chuckles, reminding that ridiculous week.
- You would just tell me it was for the surprise!
- Then it wouldn't be a surprise - Branch points out. - I preferred to force you to sleep.
- Please, never do that again - She twists her face. - That was horrible.
The god of the Night collapses a very genuine giggle.
- Sleeping is that bad for you? - He chuckles.
- Yes! - Poppy throws up her hands and the Staff she grabs. - It is so boring! It's nothing, doing totally nothing in the complete silence and darkness in front of the eyes! It's like torture. Torture! I'm not exaggerating. It is torture. Just existing in one place without doing anything productive.
- Charging energy?
- But it's the worst way to do that! Guh, there has to be another way to rest without sleeping...
- Well, I'm sure we'll figure it out one day. Or others will. But now... - Branch lifts a bandanna in his hand a bit higher. - Could you?
- Oh, yes - She gets ruffled a bit. - Sure.
She grabs the bandanna and stops, staring at it.
- Umm... I don't know how to wear it with the Staff in my hand...
- I can take it - Branch says and almost touches it. - Wait. No. I can't. The Night will come and you will see the thing...
- I already know that there is a surprise, so why not?
- No! No, cause this isn't a good place to see it and I have to start the Night right now - Branch frowns, thinking. He hesitates a bit before he asks, with his cheeks turn slightly purple:
- Umm... Can I tie it for you?
Poppy smiles at him and gives him back the bandanna.
- Of course - She has no idea why her face gets a bit warmer.
Branch stands behind her and the white bandanna covers her eyes. Now without seeing, Poppy can feel gentle fingers in her hair so clearly. He's tieing, his touch is accidental, random, not on purpose, but... why does she kinda like it...
When he has finished, she hears a few steps, and the complete Silence falls. She feels the Staff of the Light is taking from her hand. But all she hears in their calm breaths and a grasshoppers' creak far away.
And then she feels two cold fingers putting the edge of the bandanna on her nose.
- Hey! - She chuckles, putting it off. The god's giggle sounds so clear and warm. She wishes she can see his smile, his wide calm gentle smile, but well, the bandanna. The surprise. And as if he reads her mind, the cold touch on her shoulder surprises her.
- Let's go then - She hears his voice. - It will be a quite long walk.
- Why couldn't we just go there during the Day?
- We did. It's not so far, just a 5 minutes walk.
- But how do I suppose to walk and not fall over something?
- Keep calm - She feels a light squeeze on her shoulder. - I will guide you.
- Like that? - She still disbelieves.
- Umm...
She stands quietly for a while before she hears his answer.
- Okay, you're right... - And with those words, he takes his hand off her shoulder. And after a minute he adds: - Can I? Oh, wait, you can't see what I point at...
She chuckles. And then she hears shyly ask:
- Can I take your arm?
- Sure! - She beams, trying to smile at him, but she isn't sure where he is until she feels another cold touch. This time on the arm. Maybe she should wait and let him just grab her, but instead of that she blindly finds his arm and holds it with both of her hands. It is cold, so cold. She feels a light shiver on her back. But now she is stable, not fearing a fall. Now she's safe. It is so weird to feel like that right now. She's blindfolded, harmless, completely dependent on Branch's will. And she feels safe. 
- Come with me - He whispers and starts walking carefully. 
It is a really nice walk. Sounds rounds are soft and pleasant like the nightly sounds are since Branch has created them. The grass under Poppy's feet is cold and a bit wet. And the god's arm is cold, but... It gets warmer under her touch. As if his skin absorbs her warmth. She wonders if he likes it or not. Is he always cold? Has he ever felt something warm? Is her touch sore for him? Or maybe... Or maybe he enjoys it as much as she does...
After a few minutes, his arm is as warm as her. She smiles. Her thumb slides gently about over his skin, making a little thrill. Her heart gets warmer for no reason. Poppy feels now like she doesn't need this surprise... She would like to walk like that a bit longer, maybe the whole Night?
But they stop, and she knows they have to. And she has to lose her hold on his arm and she has to put off the bandanna.
She sighs slightly and opens her eyes. She blinks. She rubs her eyes and opens them widely with disbelief.
- W-what is that?? - She already squeals. Her voice always gets high when she gets excited too suddenly. She doesn't know where to look, how to see all of them. All of the little shiny diamonds on the dark navy sky. They all are sparkling to her joyfully and casually. The whole horizon is full of them.
- This is the Light I've stolen - Branch explains.
 The Night isn't as dark as before. She even can see the god's blue shades. Everything looks a bit more friendly and welcoming. Much warmer. Poppy eyes jump from one dot of light to another trying to adore every single one. But the most beautiful they are together. They are like huge breathtaking paintings in the sky. Painted with the dots of light. With the diamonds' dust.
- How did you call them? - Poppy asks.
- I... didn't
- Can I give them a name?
Branch chuckles.
- Sure.
- I call them "stars" - She says without even a little hesitation.
- Why?
- Because you can do nothing but stare at them.
And she isn't exaggerating. She literally keeps her head up and looks upon the sky with her mouth open wide, with her heart beating fast.
- Well, it's not true actually - Branch points out. - See, I didn't put them randomly on the horizon. Look at the shiniest one - He points at the middle of the stars' path. - It's in the north. So the lost ones can always find the direction to home at Night. 
The goddess glances at the star in amazement.
- I also arranged them into pictures.
She turns her sight on him, frowning and smiling.
- I just thought you could call them boring - He shrugs his shoulders, smiling a bit.
- They are gorgeous! - Poppy beams at him. - But the pictures?! Show me the pictures!
- I call the constellations - He starts explaining while he gets down on the grass. - Come, sit down. Look at the shiniest one - He points at the north. - Five others nearby are also so bright. If you connect them like dots, they become a big troll's hair shape.
Poppy follows Branch's instruction, her sight goes from star to star until she sees the big familiar shape. She gasps quietly.
- And there - The god of the Night points at the west. - This star, this and this, and the three here. - He draws a picture before her eyes.
- Is this... A bird? - She asks, staring at the sky. - A hummingbird?
- Exactly - He smiles, getting down his hand. He leans the Staff against his shoulder like he usually does.
- And here - She points at the stars in front of her. - Those make a muffin!
Branch lifts his eyebrows, looking in the direction.
- Damn straight - He chuckles. - I didn't make it!
- And there - She points at the eight bright stars shining above her head. - This is a funny shape. Like... I've seen it somewhere, but what is this?
Branch tilts his head back to see what she points at. 
- You mean this - He draws the shape in the air.
- Yes!
- I didn't make it either. But it looks so clear, it's so visible. I have no idea what it is.
- It's like - Poppy draws the shape on the ground. - I think I saw birds doing that. They were umm... Swans? They were doing it with their necks. They were touching each other's noses like that. - She gets her fingers together, imitating two birds' heads, and forms the shape by connecting the nails of both of her hands. - Like that!
Branch frowns, looking at her hands, and then looks up at the stars.
- It's funny.
- It can be our shape! - Poppy beams.
- What - He chuckles.
- Yeah, like our symbol. Symbol of our teamwork.
- It's kinda useless.
- You bore. It's just for fun! 
The goddess of the Day lifts her hand and forms her hand into half of the stars' shape. 
- And you make the other half - She encourages.
He frowns but also smiles. He lifts his hand and forms it into another half of the shape. And now their hands make it. Two little bows against the background of a huge stars’ constellation.
- You have to know that the stars aren't the only thing I made - Branch says, getting his hand down.
She looks at him in awe.
- There's more? 
- Yes, I've just waited for... - He stops, something gets his attention. He focuses on it for a moment. And suddenly he catches this in the air. He shows her his closed fist. - Look. - He whispers and then blows slightly to the inside of his hand. The tiny, gold light flies from it to Poppy's face. It sits on her nose and she squints at it, making Branch giggles.
She takes it carefully on her finger and glances. It is a little bag with tiny wings. Its body glows in beautiful gold.
- Lightning bug - The god whispers. He gets her face to her hand and blows at the insect once again. The bug flies away, floating low above the grass.
- It's...
- Wait - He interrupts her. - Look at him
She doesn't take her eyes from a tiny bug until she sees another one that lights on the grass. One by one little gold dots light up and start flying about, filling the meadow with a bright yellow glow. After a few minutes lightning bugs are everywhere. Poppy's mind stops working for a moment, she can't hold so many beautiful things at once.
- How many... How much Light did you have? - She asks almost breathlessly.
- Well, a bit too much. After making stars and lightning bugs I still had so much of it, so I told Milton to put it into animals' eyes.
The goddess frowns with a little surprise.
- But why? I mean... Where did those ideas come from? What inspired you? Wha... Don't get me wrong, those all are amazing and my dictionary just stops at the word "wow'' and I can't say anything but that - She says, looking at the glowing bugs and the stars above the meadow. - But... How did you make those up? What for? 
The Silence falls between them. She waits patiently for an answer, thinking that he just needs a while to think about her questions. But what he says is a bit unexpected:
- You... You don't know?
Poppy turns her face to him, frowning with surprise.
- Know what?
Branch shows slowly at the meadow and the sky.
- The stars. The lightning bugs. Don't they look familiar to you?
She wonders what it would be familiar with, but she has no idea what he's talking about.
- No. I have never seen anything like that - She replies.
Branch blinks a few times. Then he stands up, encouraging her with a gesture to do the same.
- I'll show you one more thing - He says in a weird tone and starts walking toward the nearest lake. She follows him, exploding with curiosity in her. When they arrive at the shore, Branch stops and points at the water surface.
Poppy glances at it and smiles. The lake is filled with the reflection of million stars in the sky. It looks like there are twice more of them, now on the sky and the ground. The view is breathtaking.
And then Branch gets the Staff of Light down, close to the water and the Gold Sphere illuminates the surface with its blue glow. Poppy gasps. 
Her reflection. Her pink reflection of the water. She has nave seen it at the Night until now because it was too dark. Her face... Her face full of light, twinkling pink freckles, her hair sparkling like it has thousands of tiny diamonds in it, her eyes illuminate slightly. 
She looks at the stars above her reflection. Millions of tiny diamonds. The lightning bug twinkling in the grass. Illuminating animals' eyes.
- You are beautiful, Poppy - She hears his warm whisper next to her. - I wanted to make the world as beautiful. 
Breathless. She is breathless. It's not like she doesn't know she is beautiful. Every single goddess is godly beautiful and every single god is godly handsome. So nothing is revealing with noticing she is beautiful. Cause she is. But... The way he said it. The way he feels it. She shivers while thinking it loud in her mind. He is adoring her. He is amazed by her. He made this all... Hummingbirds, lightning bugs, stars, and shadows... All because she delights him. And it is... The weirdest feeling she ever has. Her heart is rushing, like after a long run. Her face is hot, and she sees in her reflection that it also turns red. Her whole body melts, like a snowman in the spring. She feels weak, but also good. Why does that all feel so good? 
The goddess finally turns to him and their eyes meet. Is there anything more pleasant than a warm, tender smile on Branch's light blue face? It turns a little purple actually. 
She touches his cheek to his surprise. He blinks but doesn't protest when she's moving her fingers gently across his face. His skin is a bit warmer, but still not as warm as her hand. It's interesting for her.
- Your cheeks turn purple - Poppy says, letting go from his face.
- And yours turn red - He smiles so widely, feeling like a dork.
- Is that some weird Immortals' sickness?
- Maybe... I don't hear about something like that.
- Well - She smiles at him as wide and dork as he. - I feel this only when I'm with you.
- Everything is my fault, as always.
She chuckles.
- I mean... It's a weird thing, but... I like it
His eyes dive into hers. His smile gets warmer, she has no idea how it is even possible. 
- So am I - He whispers.
She heaves a sigh. She can stare at his azure eyes for hours. She wishes she could do something to show him that she adores him as much as he adores her. He deserves to know, but... She doesn't know words for describing it. Can she make such a wonderful thing as stars or lightning bugs? Or hummingbirds? She dives into his eyes and loses her mind for a minute...
- I'm sorry, but... - Poppy feels a bit drunk because of the tension between them. She needs a deep breath. She forces herself to take her sight from Branch's eyes and looks at the Staff. - You have your responsibilities.
- And you have to sleep - The god chuckles.
- Nooo - She groans out, giggling. - Please, no this time
- No, no, I was joking - He smiles and gives her his arm. - Would you like you to walk with me?
- You don't need to ask - She beams, embracing his arm with the full happy smile on her sparkling pink face.
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fandom-necromancer · 4 years ago
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024. Part 2
This was prompted by the AO3 user Valid_Opinion! After one and a half year they finally caught the drug dealer XD Enjoy!
Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 [Part1]
‘DPD, stop right there!’
Despite having to gasp for air, Gavin’s voice was booming over the corrugated metal roof of one of Detroit’s many warehouses. They were near the river and the roof had been patched up in many places. Nines knew the structural integrity of the thing wasn’t the best, but he wouldn’t dare voicing his concerns. Not when the drug dealer they had been chasing for months now was standing right in front of them. Gavin had his hand on his gun although his body language told Nines he wasn’t about to shoot the kid.
The boy turned around to them and pulled a grin. Nines guessed he wasn’t older than sixteen, the reason why they hadn’t focussed on him in the first place. Both of them had misjudged the situation and thought of the kid as an errant boy. But apparently, he was a lot cleverer than he seemed. ‘You two again?’ Nines clenched his jaws dangerously hard. He had been to Fowler’s office one too many times to not let that get to him. Sure, Gavin had told him to look at this like an endurance battle, but he had never been the patient one. ‘Put your hands up where I can see them!’, Gavin called over. ‘You are arrested for illegal possession of drugs and distribution of them. My partner will handcuff you now. Don’t you dare move, you got us in enough trouble already.’ The boy held up his hands, still grinning widely. Nines already had his handcuffs out and walked over, but that damned smile caught his attention. He was planning something.
And he should be proven true. The moment Nines had made it half-way over to him, he let his arms fall and jumped off the roof. Both human and android froze for a moment, before running over to the edge. Multiple crates and a forklift made for an easy descent and the boy was running away, laughing. ‘Phck this’, Gavin sighed. ‘By now, I wouldn’t even mind the dream team taking over this case…’ ‘Oh, but I do.’ Nines was already about to follow the kid, but Gavin held him back. ‘Nines, you don’t have to prove anything here, we tried our best and-‘ ‘But I’m supposed to be better! I should be able to do it. Fowler is right, I-‘ ‘Fowler is wrong! Shit like this happens all the time, he just wanted to pressure us!’ Nines gently pried Gavin’s hand away from his arm. ‘Maybe he is wrong then. But I won’t accept that. I have to prove this for myself. Stay here if you want, I’m going.’
It wasn’t really a question of wanting to. Gavin was too exhausted to continue. The boy had chased them through half Detroit and although he was fit, he couldn’t keep up. But as he saw Nines run off, pangs of guilt bothered him. He couldn’t leave his partner alone in this. Damn it, the android had helped him so many times, often to the point of risking his own health… Gavin had to at least try and follow.
Nines hadn’t wasted a thought on Gavin. The detective could fend for himself; he would just have to call a taxi to get him out of there after he had caught his breath again. No, Nines had to focus on his mission and the path the kid had taken. The hunt was on. His sensors picked up minute changes in the dust on the ground, tracing footstep after footstep. There was some faint residue warmth where the drug dealer had held onto the edge of a building to get around corners quicker. Turbulence in the calming air where a body had passed recently. He was made for this, he was designed for this, and he would be damned if he didn’t catch him this time. The humiliation of seeing Connor and Hank – anybody but him and Gavin – bring in the kid would be too much for him.
He rounded a corner and saw the boy run in front of him. He threw a glance back at him and Nines could hear a breathed ‘Oh shit’ wafting over. He grinned, much like the kid had before. It was only a question of time until he’d have him. The boy was now getting to another warehouse and frantically began climbing: He ran up the wall to grab the edge of a crate, pulling himself onto it and rolling onto his feet. From there it was another jump to the roof, and he disappeared from Nines’ view. But he was already airborne, scaling the crate in one jump, following the next step up to the roof effortlessly with superhuman strength.
He relished in the jerk the noise of his feet slamming down on the corrugated metal triggered in the kid and used his moment of panic: He sprinted over to grab his arm, only getting a hold of his jacket the agile human quickly shrugged off to get away from him. Nines followed, furious by the fact that he had come this close yet again. They ran over the roof, feet slamming down on the rusty metal and Nines was quickly gaining ground. Until suddenly the ground caved in and he broke through a patch of the roof. He fell onto wooden planks that failed to catch him and broke under his weight, making him drop another storey.
Nines laid there as damage warnings flooded his vision. Nothing serious, but still, the shock of having just fallen through what had thought to be solid ground had its effects. Over him in the hole in the roof, the head of the boy appeared. Nines zoomed in through the dust, he saw the kid was still searching for him. ‘Nines, you okay?’, someone whispered next to him. Gavin. ‘Yes.’ ‘He doesn’t know that. And he won’t expect me here. Pretend you need help, maybe we can lure him in.’
Nines nodded, barely visible. He simulated a cough once, twice, then groaned and hissed much like a human would do. The kid had followed the noise and located him, so Nines scrunched his face up in faked pain. He heard a distant cursed ‘Shit’ again and had to suppress a cocky grin as his preconstruction detected a 90% chance of success for their plan. ‘Are you still there?’, he called out, modulating his voice a bit so it sounded more like an old radio. ‘Is anyone there? Please! I need help. Hello? I’m losing thirium, please! Help!’ He heard footsteps above him. Away from the hole, then back towards it again. Silence.
‘Hey, you fuckers still gonna arrest me?’, the kid called down after a while. ‘I… have to!’ ‘Hey, you ain’t doing shit like this. I’ll be free if I let you die there, so what’s in it for me if I help you?’ Nines coughed again and groaned some more. ‘Shit. Fine. I promise I won’t arrest you. I’ll say you got away. But I won’t stop chasing you next time.’ ‘Deal, your metal ass can’t get me anyways!’
Again, the footsteps echoed through the warehouse and Nines could make out Gavin’s careful steps next to him. The door opened and let sunlight into the dark warehouse. The boy walked inside, approaching Nines warily. ‘Alright, robocop, how do I help yo-‘ He didn’t even got to finish that sentence as Gavin tackled him to the ground and pulled his arms around his back to handcuff him. ‘Phcking finally!’, Gavin cried out in triumph, while Nines stood up and dusted himself off. ‘You lied to me!’, the kid whined. ‘You asshole betrayed me!’ Nines sighed. ‘I don’t think so. I would have yet to arrest you to have told a lie. My partner on the other hand…’ ‘Fuck you!’ Gavin laughed, helping the handcuffed kid up. ‘Hey, that’s usually my line.’
They waited until the car arrived to take the drug dealer away, then Nines joined Gavin sitting on some crates. ‘Phck, I’ll be sore all over tomorrow from all that shitty parkour.’ ‘You didn’t have to follow me’, Nines muttered. Gavin threw him a look that made the android look away. ‘Alright, I’m thankful you were there.’ ‘That’s what I wanted to hear.’ He smiled and leaned back against the wall. ‘I guess I still didn’t get him, huh?’ Gavin straightened again at the android’s unamused chuckle. ‘Nines, what the hell? We got him, I don’t know what you are-‘ ‘You got him!’, Nines corrected. ‘I didn’t. If I had been alone, I wouldn’t have been able to trick him. I would have lost him again!’ ‘You are not supposed to do this alone’, Gavin softly reminded him, laying a hand on his knee. ‘That’s why there is a partner system, that’s why I am here for. Phck, Nines, I’m your friend. You are not supposed to live your life completely alone. We are a team.’ ‘I know…’ ‘I wouldn’t have been able to catch him. Phck, I had only been able to do so because you kept him busy on that roof. We are in this together.’ Nines nodded, putting his hand on Gavin’s as a quiet thank you.
‘And we finally got this phcker!’
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knittingdreams · 4 years ago
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Fireheart - Chapter 21
New chapter of Fireheart is here!! YAY! :D 
Sorry I’ve been MIA for a couple of days, life’s been busy, but hey, let’s get back into this story and the drama! xD
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TW: Pretty sure there’s none, let me know otherwise and I’ll edit this n_n
CHAPTER 21
Breaking bonds
“You look pissed off, what happened?” Nehemia asked as she sat next to Celaena in the cafeteria at lunchtime.
“I’m fine, girl.”
Nehemia looked at her, poker-faced, and waited.
“It’s… nothing, really, I’m just tired.”
“Let me guess, you didn’t sleep too well this weekend.” She winked, and Celaena covered her mouth with a hand as she swallowed her food.
“I will repeat this one more time, I’m not seeing anyone.”
“So you’re telling me I’m imagining the hickey on your neck that you tried to conceal with makeup?” Celaena’s food got stuck on her throat, and she coughed once as she swallowed. “You did a pretty good job, but darling, I’m an expert.”
She had spent a lot of time concealing the bruises from her face, but she hadn’t paid much attention to the ones from when Cain had strangled her. Looking around the cafeteria, she made a fast decision.
“Okay, there’s a chance I spent some time with a guy this weekend,” she said begrudgingly. That was not a lie, there had been several guys after all. As if on cue, her phone vibrated, and she looked at it quickly. It was a text message from Fenrys.
‘I know you miss us, come visit whenever you’re in the neighborhood. XO’
She dropped the phone back into her bag and found Nehemia looking at her intently.
“Stop it, I will tell you soon, okay?” She needed a little while to make sure her plan could work.
Nehemia crossed her arms over her chest as she pouted. “Friends tell each other shit, you know?”
There wasn’t a whole lot she could tell Nehemia, but there was a chance she could do something to get answers for some of the questions that were going to keep on raining on her.
“Give me one minute, okay?” Celaena smiled at her only friend and stood up. She might as well just get it done and over with.
She crossed the cafeteria towards the table where Dorian was sitting and pushed an empty chair next to him. He raised his eyebrows at her as she sat down, and smiled a wicked smile.
“Missing me already?” 
She was probably going to regret her decision, but it was a good bet, it could work in her favor in many ways.
“I know what I need from you, ready to pay me back?” she whispered into his ear, making sure no one else on the table could hear them. 
Dorian’s smile grew wider, and he leaned to whisper in her ear. “And what would that be?”
Damn, she was certainly going to regret this sooner or later, but if she had read Dorian right during the last couple of weeks, she knew she could handle it, and he would be up for it. She hooked an arm around his shoulder as she leaned into his neck, and whispered against his skin.
“I need the school to think we’re dating, just for a while.”
She pulled away slowly, biting her lip as she looked at him in the eyes. Those impossibly blue eyes traveled down to her lips, and he set one hand on her thigh as he leaned forward to whisper against her neck once more. 
“I knew you wanted me, babe.” His tone was mocking, and he laughed as he pulled away. He seemed to think it over for a moment as if evaluating the pros and cons of the arrangement. 
After a minute, he nodded almost imperceptibly and then lifted a hand, holding her chin softly with two fingers. He leaned forward slowly, his eyes glued to hers as if waiting for her approval. As she blinked once, slowly, he pressed his lips gently against hers, barely touching her. “You should go finish your lunch, babe, I will catch you later.” He said the words loud enough for the whole table to hear him, and then winked at her. Celaena got up slowly, her brain all fogged up.
As she walked back to her table, she could feel all eyes on her, and hear the whispers going around the whole room. This was not ideal, but she could work with it. She could make the best of the situation, and get closer to Dorian and his father; find something useful. She knew Dorian Sr.'s businesses had been closely related to her family’s ones, and the fact that she hadn’t found anything suspicious yet, didn’t mean there wasn’t anything to be found.
As she slipped back onto her seat, Nehemia glared at her.
“So you couldn’t tell me, but you could go and make a scene in front of the whole school? I guess I really did misjudge you.” She stood up, her chair dragging loudly behind her.
“Nehemia, wait-”
“Don’t. Just… don’t.”
Nehemia walked away, and Celaena was debating following her when a bunch of girls showed at the table and sat all around her.
“Oh my God! You and Dorian?” Briar asked excitedly.
“You had it well hidden.” Lysandra quipped.
“How? When? How long have you been together? Tell us everything!”
All the cheerleaders’ voices overlapped one on top of each other as questions and more questions were thrown her way, and Celaena replied quietly with a few yes, no, and maybe. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she had done so wrong to annoy Nehemia.
***
A whole week went by, and Nehemia kept ignoring her. Celaena had tried to talk to her, but she never seemed to be around. She didn’t show up to lunch at the cafeteria and was always late to the few classes they shared and left before Celaena could approach her. 
As Tuesday rolled over, Celaena had had enough. Her bruises were pretty much healed, and she had taken out the stitches the night before. She was going back to cheerleader training that week, after claiming a bad stomach the week before and ditching in the last minute. She had been training again at Arobynn’s basement all weekend and was tired and grumpy after Arobynn had asked her a thousand questions about the fights. He had seen her training and noticed she wasn’t performing up to her usual standards and had reproached her for slacking. Sam had been there and hadn’t said a single word. They hadn’t spoken since their argument on Monday either.
“Good morning, babe,” Dorian said as he found her by her locker. He had insisted on driving her to school, but she enjoyed riding her bike too much to give out that pleasure every day, so they only rode together occasionally.
“You know, you don’t have to call me fucking babe every time you talk to me, right?”
“What should I call you then, princess?”
“Agh, you’re such a pain in my ass. Why did I get myself into this?”
“I don’t know, babe,” he said the last word mockingly, “because you don’t tell me a thing, so I don’t know what you are up to.”
“Because it is none of your business.”
She finished gathering her things and closed her locker. 
“Do you ever open up to anybody?” Dorian asked, hooking his arm around her waist to walk her to class as he often did.
“Not you too,” Celaena whispered, and then pushed Dorian aside and power walked her way into her first class.
She mindlessly took notes, waiting eagerly for the lunch hour, so she could go find Nehemia. She hadn’t been at the cafeteria during lunches, but Celaena thought she knew where she could find her.
When the bell rang at midday, she diverted from the crowd and headed towards the library. It only took her a moment to find Nehemia in the back, at the same table they had sat together almost a month ago. Her back was turned as she was looking out of the window, her packed lunch sitting on top of the table.
Celaena cleared her throat and ran her hands down the front of her skirt. “Nehemia.”
The girl looked over her shoulder and sighed when she saw who was addressing her. She turned back towards the window, and Celaena closed the distance between them, sitting by her side.
“Look, you can’t ignore me forever.” 
“Maybe not forever, but I can ignore you until you learn how to be a friend.” 
Celaena didn’t know how to be a friend, and she knew it wasn’t fair that she was constantly lying to the only person that had stood by her side since the very beginning, but she had missed her this week, and she was selfish, she wanted her friend back.
“Look, I’m so sorry about what I did… Maybe you’re right, maybe I don’t know how to be a good friend.” She ran her hands through her hair, she didn’t know how to do this. “But that’s because I’ve never had a real friend before.” She blurted the words out, the truth almost not making it out of her mouth.
Nehemia was silent for a moment, and when she turned to look at Celaena, there were tears in her eyes. “You know, I had a best friend once. She was… she was a caring soul, taught me so much. But she gathered with the wrong crowds, went down a bad path. She was struggling, and she didn’t tell me about it.”
Celaena listened in silence, Nehemia’s eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears as she spoke softly. “I can’t do that again, I can’t live in the dark and then be the one to deal with the consequences, with the sorrow of loss. If you’re ready to be honest, I’m here, but if you’re gonna keep spinning lies, then, please... Just go.”
Nehemia turned back to the window as a lonely tear ran down her cheek and Celaena stood up slowly, her feet rooted to the floor while she debated what to say. But what was the point? She could never be truthful to her, she could never tell her the whole truth, she couldn’t even tell her her real name. Without saying a word, she turned around and walked out of the library.
 ***
While entering her last class of the day, Celaena was still thinking over what Nehemia had told her. But once she sat down on her usual spot to one side of the room for AP English, she knew there were two other things for her to worry about. 
After recognizing Elide in the library four weeks ago, she had noticed the girl was -not surprisingly- part of her advanced English class. She still didn’t know how she hadn’t realized how familiar the girl looked until she had run into her. The years had been kind on Elide, and even if she tried to hide her looks behind thick-rimmed reading glasses and baggy clothes, the girl resembled her mother in many ways; which included her beauty. She was a bit short compared to Aelin’s slender figure, and had a curvy body that would be the envy of many; if they’d notice. She hid her curves under long skirts and oversized sweaters that hung a little over her wrists, almost hiding her slender fingers. Her dark hair fell on waves to her waist, framing her triangular face where a pair of beautiful light brown eyes looked curiously at the world through long natural lashes.  
Elide was sitting in the front row as always, and she turned around to give Celaena a shy smile as she sat down. The junior student had tried to approach her and convince her to join the book club a few weeks ago, and after Celaena refused her politely, she had stuck to waving and giving her shy little smiles ever since. It had been painful to watch the girl and deal with the memories that emerged every time they were in the same room. She didn’t think she’d be able to sit through a whole hour of book club; not like she had the time for it anyway.
Her second worry was sitting at the back of the room; his grey eyes rarely leaving his notebook while he mindlessly drew doodles on the page; only looking to the front every once in a while. Lorcan always lounged on his chair sitting so low, that you wouldn’t have been able to tell how tall he was just by watching him there. He never participated in class, and Celaena always made a point to be in class before him, and leave early so he wouldn’t get to look at her straight. She didn’t know how involved he was in the fights, but she could never be careful enough, so avoiding the guy at all costs had turned into a time-consuming task. 
She wasn’t sure what made her change her strategy that particular day, but as the class ended, Celaena decided to stay behind. Maybe she could follow him for a while, from behind, and from afar; see who he talked to, where he headed after class. Her fight with Nehemia was still bugging her, and she needed something, any kind of information to make her feel like she was making progress, like this whole high school ordeal was worth it.
As Lorcan walked past her, she hid behind a curtain of hair, pretending to be slowly putting away her books. Lorcan walked slowly, his shoulders slouched and his hands twitching by his sides as he neared the front of her class.
“Hey,” his voice was so low as he spoke, that Celeana could barely hear him.
“Hi, Lorcan,” Elide’s sweet voice traveled to her with no issue, the girl smiling broadly as she looked up to the guy towering ridiculously over her. “Did you finish the book?”
“I did.” Lorcan’s right hand was playing with the strap of his backpack as he ran the other through his hair. Was he nervous?
“I loved the ending, did you?” Elide finished putting her books away in her bag as she spoke, and slung it over a shoulder.
“I thought it was… an interesting twist of events.” 
“I can’t wait to discuss it tomorrow.”
Lorcan nodded as a half-smile curved his lips up. “Yeah, same.”
As Elide rounded her desk and headed towards the door, Lorcan followed behind her, his slouched shoulders not helping in any way to the height difference. 
“See you tomorrow,” Elide smiled as she looked back at him, and Celaena could have sworn Lorcan was blushing lightly; but that was impossible. 
“See you, Elide.”
The way he said her name, made Celaena feel almost uncomfortable to be listening to their conversation. As Elide disappeared down the hall, and Lorcan headed the other way towards a nearby locker, Celaena tried to convince herself that this wasn’t her problem. It was not her place to protect Elide, she didn’t owe the girl anything.
Still, as she walked out of the school and towards her bike, she pulled out her phone and typed Lorcan’s name onto the school’s database.
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op-peccatori · 5 years ago
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a little gift | MLQC Lucien (nsfw)
Happy Birthday, Lucien! a tad later than planned, but here’s the promised birthday sex from my invitation XD Let me know what you think!
Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice
Pairing: Reader/Lucien
Rating: 18+ 
Wordcount: 5200
Summary: It’s Lucien’s birthday and you’ve got a wonderful trip planned for him  – along with an extra gift he isn’t expecting.
Warnings: explicit sex (vaginal & anal), mild masturbation, birthday sex, sex toys, established relationship
author fact: I spent so much time sitting in one place as I wrote this that my butt too, was aching by the end of it. this is the first time I’ve ever written anything involving butts, so please let me know if it’s...right?
a/n: im gonna have to come edit this once i get some sleep. i forgot how to spell laugh. 
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A bite of cake and a sip of wine, with a familiar warmth nestled into his side: Lucien is dangerously content. 
Not for the first time, he thinks he will never give this up for anything in the world. He could never let go of the little surges of happiness brought on by the girl holding a forkful of cake up to his lips, and not the deep love flowing in his veins, keeping him alive. 
The second photo album you've ever given him rests beside the cake. The second roll. A collection of your memories. 
He can’t help the way he sneaks a kiss, helpless against your smiles, the way they curve your lips up even as they’re pressed to his. It makes him shudder when he feels your tongue flick against his lip, to tempt and to taste. He’s glad for the booth they’re hidden away in, that gives them enough privacy for him to lose himself for a moment. He lets the greed slip past, eager to take whatever you give it. Before the time comes when you might not get a chance.
He suppresses the heartache at the thought. There's no telling what the future holds. Danger still lurks in shadowed corners, and it's taught him fear. Not for himself, but for the one who holds his very being in her hands.
“You had some frosting there,” you murmur when you pull away, smile coy and eyes bright, fingers tracing a gentle path along his thigh. Never stepping a foot over the line, just toying with it. He wants to step over it with you, to fall over it, to fall into bed and wherever else you can and to taste you, the sweetest dessert, his lovely girl who just wants to give him a special birthday.
And you will, once you go away tomorrow, for the weekend. He remembers the way your face fell when he told you he has important meetings he can’t skip on the day of his birthday; it was subtle, but there is nothing he can miss when it comes to you. You both had to be content with brunch for today, as he would only get home at a late hour. 
“Is it going to be a tiring day for you?” you had asked, concern hiding a hint of something he can't quite identify. It would be just like you to wait up, to give him a goodnight kiss – you do it often since you haven’t had much time to yourselves for weeks. 
“Well, no. I’ll have to sit through a few meetings, review some of my colleagues’ work, but nothing too exhausting,” he had assured you. You haven’t mentioned anything about meeting him when he comes back, but he’s always had endless patience for you and your adorable tricks. He watches you as you eat carefully measured bites of cake, eyes lingering on the way you lick your lips, satisfied with the sugar and his company. He has never felt more thankful for birthdays when you let him feed you small bites with little protest and an endearing blush. It makes him think, makes him want to test boundaries. But he refuses to risk hurting you for the sake of his depraved curiosity. The time to part ways arrives all too soon, and your smile dims a little; for a moment, he seriously considers quitting his job.
“I can barely wait till tomorrow,” you mumble, arms would tight around his waist and forehead pressed into his chest. You stand outside the restaurant, packed cake in hand, waiting for the bus after you declined his offer to drop you home. He nuzzles the crown of your head, breathing in the faint scent of your favourite shampoo, closing his eyes in the face of your affection. “I want you all to myself.” 
Your words feel warm on his skin. “Me neither, darling. And you will. What time is the flight?” 
“8 am,” you answer, and again he senses something...off. Perhaps it’s the prospect of having to get up at 6 in the morning? You're not much of an early bird unless you're coaxed out of bed by the scent of breakfast. He still remembers the first time he stayed over vividly, and not just because of how soundly he slept next to you. You had to get up earlier than usual, for a meeting, and any ideas he'd had about a chirpy morning bird were shattered by the sight of your grumpy expression. It's a memory he likes to revisit when he's feeling dull; he had slipped into unexpected laughter, and you threw a pillow at him. Then he cuddled you until all thoughts of rage-texting Victor faded.
“Want me to come wake you up?” he asks after the brief jaunt down memory lane. He doesn’t bother trying to sound innocent; they both know if he wakes you up, it’ll be with his head between your legs. No danger of a grumpy ___ then. 
“...I’d like that,” you agree readily, smiling up at him. "I'm sure I'll need it. I've been so tired these days..." There's little sign of the shy desire that usually clouds your eyes when he suggests something so improper in public, even though he keeps his voice low. He would be hurt, but instead, there’s a shiver of anticipation running along his spine as you brush your lips against his, dancing away when he leans in. "Happy Birthday, Lu."
Just what is his little butterfly up to? 
The question sits in the back of his mind throughout the day, through each file he reads and every person presenting their research. He doesn’t exactly know where you’re taking him, but he has a few guesses, as you had insisted on packing not only his warmer jackets and thicker shoes, but also his swimming trunks. His thoughts race through ideas, drifting back to last month when he accidentally saw you scrolling through a cute little lingerie website.
'Oh.'
As he flips through the photos you took such care to preserve, he thinks that it's okay that he sees through most of your surprises. It doesn't lessen the delight they bring. He's eager to see what you picked out, what could have caught your fancy, and he hopes he gets to see it tomorrow. 
It will take him some time to admit it, but he didn’t expect what he really found waiting for him in his apartment. 
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You look down at your collection, of new and old, with excitement curling along your mouth and a glass of water in hand. There’s some regret, for eating cake so early in the day when you have plans, but it's not like you could have skipped Lucien's birthday cake. Or even cake in general. You resisted where you could, and you think it'll be fine. You take a moment to fantasize about the sinful dessert sitting in your refrigerator before you get to work. It's 4:00 pm, which gives you plenty of time to work, but there's much to be done. 
You're trying really hard to refrain from calling Lucien. Your boyfriend's been getting melancholic again, and you've come up with just the thing to distract him on his birthday.
You shower thoroughly, shave your legs with care, scanning them in the mirror to make sure you haven't missed a spot, applying sweet-scented lotion liberally across the skin. Painful flashbacks of the Brazilian you got for today have you wincing, but you've been determined to live up to the image you painted in your head. Willow, who'd gone to get one too, treated you to ice-cream afterwards, saying it's a must after the first one. After some deliberation, you paint your nails a pearly white and decide to take a nap before you get to blow-drying your hair.
It's 6:00 by the time you scramble out of bed, fixing yourself a light dinner and texting Lucien to make sure he's eaten.
[6:03] Lu: Don't worry. Professor Collins ordered enough for the building. I suspect he feels some guilt for calling me in today.
[6:04] Y/n: I knew there was a reason I liked him! Btw, what time do you think you'll be home?
[6:06] Lu: I'll try to make it home by 12. Don't worry, I'll get up on time ;)
Mouth pursing at the reminder of his horrendous sleeping habits, you go back to your soup with a restless heart. The clock's ticking, and you're quick to finish washing the dishes, finish some last minute packing, and when there's no chore left to do, you head for your bedroom. You connect your phone to the Bluetooth speaker, settling on an upbeat song while you plug in the hairdryer. As you divide your hair into sections, you're nearly giddy with excitement. As far as you could observe, Lucien has no idea what you've got planned, and you're quite proud to have slipped this past him.
You put the device down once each strand of hair is smooth and shiny, warm to the touch. And then you undress, until you're completely bare, running your fingers over lace, giddiness giving way to trepidation. 
You're thankful there's a video on the website because there's no way you could've put on the set by yourself. 
As you tighten the garter belts around your thighs and adjust the lace collar, peering at your reflection in the mirror as you put on simple pearl studs, you decide that it's fine that it's not the most comfortable thing you've ever worn, because you look really good. And you think Lucien will like it. Especially the very convenient holes in the cloth. 
You don’t bother to put on much makeup, keeping it simple with waterproof mascara and lip balm.
You wrap yourself in a simple robe as you hurry to the living room, picking out a pair of black handcuffs, a toy you've only used a few times, all in preparation for today, and a bottle of lube. You put them in a bag along with a towel, a pack of wet wipes and grab your phone. It's 11:30, and you have a text from Lucien saying that he'll be done soon. You put on your flats and exit your apartment quickly, letting it shut behind you as you run over to his front door, tapping in his security code with ease. Before you enter, you pull out a thick white ribbon from your bag, tying it around the handle of the door.
As you slip off your shoes, you realize it's quite strange to be in Lucien's apartment without him there. The lights are off, the curtains drawn to keep the moonlight out. In the past, he's left you dozing in his bed if he has to go to work earlier, but you've never entered the place in his absence. There's no time to ponder the peculiarities of the situation, and you head to his bedroom, your steps timid as if to avoid waking up something slumbering in the shadows.
As you open the door, you peek through the slight crack even though you know he isn't home, stepping in once you're sure it's empty and letting the door close behind you with a click. You're more than familiar with his home, but something in you shies away from invading his privacy. If he knew you were thinking this after several months of dating, he would call you a silly. And get you to stay over more often.
With a resolute nod, you move towards the bed, turning on the lamp next to it. You take out the towel first, spreading it out over his clean sheets and taking a seat on it. You pull up a pillow behind you as you lean back against the headboard, slipping your robe off and folding it, putting it in the bag. You take out your tools, spreading them out in front of you, unsure how to go about this.
The scent of him is subtle, but it's very much present. It soothes your nerves, and the thought of his reaction to your presence gives you strength as you relax your shoulders. You close your eyes, resting them and your mind for a moment, acknowledging the nervousness. Whatever he might be expecting, it's certainly not this, and you can't hold back a smile at that. 
You enjoy catching him off-guard. 
Your fingers brush lightly over the side of your neck, across your collarbone, through the valley of your breasts, thinking about the way he likes to explore your skin with his mouth. As you toy with your breasts, you think about how he likes to start slow, never rushing, always taking his time to draw your pleasure out. He's the biggest tease you've ever met, and you can barely keep up with the games he likes to play, but it's always worth it – he ensures it. He likes to draw out your pleasure, to take it for himself, more and more until you beg for respite.
As you begin circling your clit lightly, you think about the time you tried to wake him up and it resulted in you positioned over him, riding his face as he devoured every drop of pleasure you had in you. How tightly he'd held on to your thighs, refusing to let you move away as he ate you out with only greed and gluttony driving his mouth. When your fingers are glistening and your cheeks are flushed, you leave it there and move to the next step. 
Sitting up, you reach for the bottle of lube, pouring it generously, making sure your index finger is coated well before you turn your focus to the entrance above your sex. You’re on your back now, the soft cotton of the pillow warm from your body heat; your knees are pushed up, your arm reaching down between them. The slight trepidation you had felt the first time, at the feel of your finger dipping into the tightness is all but gone now, leaving behind slightly shaky confidence.
This is something Lucien has wanted to try for a while, but he hasn’t been too direct about it. He’s never gone beyond sliding in a finger, usually, while he’s fucking you, and you decided introducing it on this special day would be perfect. It was a good idea to try it on your own first, to see if it's something you would like, and ease into it. Still, you know Lucien's going to be at least a little difficult about it since you've kept this from him for nearly a month.
You're liberal with the lube as you prepare yourself, adding another finger once you’ve adjusted to the first and you slide them in and out steadily, pressing where it feels pleasing. The flash of your phone distracts you, and you rise onto one elbow to see it's a text from Lucien.
[11:35] Lu: I'll be home in 30 :) 
'He's being strangely cooperative,' you think absently. Once you’ve deemed yourself ready, you pluck out a wet wipe, wiping your hands carefully before reaching for the sleek toy and the bottle of lube. You coat it thoroughly before circling the tip around your entrance, then pushing it in slightly. You try to remain patient as you slide it in slowly, being gentle with your body, letting your tight heat adjust to the plug. 
You have about ten minutes by the time you’ve pushed it in as far as it can go, it’s round ring nestled between your cheeks; you lie there for a minute, breathing heavily, your walls clenching and fluttering. But you're satisfied with the familiarity of it, confident that your idea will be executed smoothly. Your walk to the bathroom is slow, and as you wash your hands you pray he doesn’t get here before you position yourself. Hurrying back into the room, you put everything except for the lube and the handcuffs back in the bag, leaving the bottle on the side table along with your phone once you’ve switched it off, hoping that Lucien will think you're asleep, in case he calls.
And then you try to figure out how he should find you.
This, like everything else, took a lot of thought. Initially, you thought you could just lounge on your front, letting him think you're asleep. But, now is not the time to be lazy. This is the time to make your boyfriend snap and bury himself inside you so deeply he forgets everything else, if just for today. And, preferably, the next three days.
And so you crawl onto the bed, letting your head and chest rest on the firm surface, leaving your rear in the air, presented with absolutely no subtlety. You struggle a little with the handcuffs, but manage to get them on safely, without pulling any muscles. Your arms are stretched over your head, it feels ridiculous, and you’re still giggling into the sheets when you hear the front door open. 
‘The things I do for love.’
You try not to squirm when the bedroom door doesn’t fly open immediately. Knowing the man, he’s probably scanning his living room. Taking his sweet time, knowing you’re in here waiting for him. 
‘This position is very uncomfortable when Lucien’s not there to distract me,’ you muse to yourself, trying to adjust your head comfortably. As if on cue, the door opens. 
You don’t even try to look at him. It won’t be possible, and it’ll only happen when he wants it to - you’ve ensured that by leaving the key on the table. Your heartbeat quickens as you strain your ears, jolting when you hear the door shut. Your back tenses as you pick up on the subtle sounds of him breathing, of light footsteps, of cloth rustling. You wonder what he thinks of the ring standing out between your cheeks, framed by delicate lace, and hope you don’t have to wait too long to find out. 
The bed dips as he takes a seat, and your heart races like a mouse, cornered and trapped, waiting for the cat's paw to fall on it. And then he speaks.
“I have to admit, I was quite disappointed when I didn’t see you outside,” he says casually. The hoarseness in his voice belies his nonchalant attitude, as does the way he clears his throat. You can hear the smile in his tone. You’re thankful he can’t see your face because you’re certain your wide grin would look out of place right now. 
“Are you still disappointed?” Your words are nearly a whisper, hushed and eager. You know he hears them when they prompt him to plant quick kisses across the plump flesh of your rear, a finger trailing across the ring keeping your plug from slipping in. 
“Darling,” he begins, his hands sweeping over your body, feeling the flimsy cloth, tugging at the garter. His touch is delicate, not meant to arouse, but you shiver from it anyway. “I don’t think I could be further from disappointment if I tried. But…”
His hand dips down between your legs, fingers pressing into your slit. You bite back a whimper, surprised that you’re this sensitive. He seems to realise it too, pushing the slender digits in, meeting little to no resistance. Your walls squeeze down, palpitating around it, and you push back immediately. 
“...but, I think I could do with a cup of tea, first. You don’t mind, do you? It was a long day.” A kiss on the back of your head and he’s gone, walking out of the room to get his tea, whistling obnoxiously. You're left staring at pristine sheets, unable to process his abrupt departure and your absolute helplessness in the face of it.
“Lucien!” you cry out, heart beating desperately. There's no space for shame here. “Lucien, please!” There’s no response. But you didn’t expect this to be easy in the first place. “Fuck.” 
And it doesn’t get better. Lucien walks in with a cup of his favourite, steaming beverage, and just stands there at the foot of the bed, sipping it and making casual remarks like he's in a museum. 
“I have to say, you’ve done a wonderful job. Did you buy this set for today?” He toys with the lace on your waist and the straps digging into your skin, his hand sliding up your back as he walks around to stand next to the bed. He, very pointedly, doesn’t mention the new toy. 
You lift your head slightly, tilting it enough to get a good look at him before you nod.  He’s in a skintight turtleneck, slim fit pants, but the dark of his clothes can’t compare to the one in his eyes. The ribbon you left at his door lies next to you. You don't miss the slight bulge at his crotch. He smiles at the sight of your teary eyes, glaring up at him even as you tremble. 
“I guess you don’t like your surprise,” you mumble, trying to fight the pout forming on your lips. The curve of his lips fades as he blinks in surprise before sitting down next to you. 
“Sweetheart, no,” he coos, placing his empty cup on the table. He leans in to kiss you on the cheek. “This is...I don’t think I have the words to describe what I felt when I walked in to see you spread out for me.” 
“Was it good?” you ask softly, trying not to sound smug. You know it was good. You look like you're begging to be fucked – which you are. He chuckles at the cockiness slipping through cracks of faux sincerity. 
“I don’t know how to describe it,” he repeats. He strokes your hair gently, pulling it away from your face. “Shall I show you instead?” 
“Yes. Please.” 
He moves towards the foot of the bed until he kneels behind you, facing your ass, his warm palms a soothing balm to your starved flesh. He caresses your skin gently, squeezing it a few times before you feel his breath on your sex.  The first swipe of his tongue feels like it could ruin you, and the feeling only increases as he continues to lick into you. 
“You’ve got yourself all wet for me, haven’t you? You’re such a good girl.” The first snack of his palm against your ass is unexpected; the second stings terribly and the third painfully welcome. After the seventh one, he pauses to press his mouth to your swollen entrance again, and you’re so wet you can hear the sound of him lapping at you. “But my good girl has been keeping secrets.” 
“I-I wanted to surprise you!” you protest, arching your back further, trying to urge him to move faster. He hums against your slick flesh, his mouth enveloping your swollen clit a second later. It only takes a few sucking motions for you to come with quaking walls and limbs, sobbing in relief at the surprising show of mercy. 
“I know you did. You’ve worked so hard to give me this,” he murmurs, curling a finger around the ring resting between cheeks that flaming red. And then you cry out again when the slender object is pulled out halfway before it’s slid back in, in repetitive, curious motions. “You’re so good to me.” 
“Fuck, Lu-Lucien,” you gasp, struggling for breath. He stills at the sound of his name, a displeased sound leaving his lips. 
“While I adore the view, I do think you’re too uncomfortable like this,” he decides, reaching for the key to your freedom. A part of you suspects he just hates not being able to see your face as he makes you come. You nearly collapse once your hands are freed, and Lucien is quick to gather you in his arms and lay you out on your back.
As your arms slowly reawaken, you put them to good use, pulling him over you to press up into him, nipping at his jaw until he gives in to your silent demand and kisses you deeply. He doesn’t pull away, slipping a questing tongue through your lips, tangling a hand through your hair to keep you there as he plunders your mouth without restraint. He kisses you until you’re putty in his hands, and he whispers his affection into your ears. 
“Please fuck me, Lu,” you plead, just the way he likes it. You place his hand on your breast, arching into his touch; you're deeply aware of the extra addition in your body, pushing against your walls, keeping your feet dipped in a pool of pleasure when you want to drown in it. “Please. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.” 
He inhales sharply at your words and moves away to undress slowly, letting your eyes rove across the hard planes of his torso, lean muscle flexing as he moves closer. You watch the way his cock bounces before he wraps a hand around it, giving it a few, sure pumps. He nearly succeeds in distracting you with a kiss, but you still open your mouth demandingly, widening your eyes in the way that never fails. Never one to deny you anything, he climbs over you, kneeling and bending until he can slide the tip of his plump cock into your mouth. You suck at it eagerly, swallowing more and more of him until you choke, until all you can taste is the He slides his swollen shaft out and back in, breathing heavily, groaning at the feel of your wet mouth and zealous tongue. 
You whine when he pulls away, quieting when he climbs down the length of your body to kneel between your legs. He unclasps the straps around your thighs and waist, pulling them off to toss them on the other side of the bed. After a second of consideration, he strips you of the bra as well but leaves the lace collar on. You're left completely exposed and shivering, aching with the need to feel his skin. He locks eyes with you as he wraps his hands around your thighs, pushing them up until you’re spread out, ready to be taken apart. 
“My darling girl, my heart.” His fingers curl over your breasts, tweaking and tugging, his mouth dropping down to suck at a pebbled nipple. You sigh as your fingers slither into his hair, as he rises up to press his cock to your entrance. He slides in all the way and it feels so full you could cry. “God, Lucien. I...it feels so good.” Strange, but you adjust to it. Each drag of his hips, of his skin against yours, feels like it’s setting you on fire. You scramble to catch hold of something, an anchor, before you slip; you pull him down into an urgent kiss as your hips buck up into him. 
He groans into your mouth and leans closer, swallowing your gasps; it’s unbearable, as if you’ll break, and as his thrusts speed up, you push back into him frantically, chasing after the fall, the rise, the destruction – it doesn’t elude you, he doesn’t rip it away but throws you into it instead. He leans back, reaching down for the plug and thrusting it into you, syncing its motions with that of his cock. Before you can comprehend the sudden pressure you’re coming so hard it blinds you, makes you scream, has tears pooling in your eyes.  Lucien works you through it gently, with lips quirked up at the way you babble, kissing you so, so softly your heart floods with how much you feel for this man. With a pounding heart, you watch as he reaches for the drawer, plucking out a condom and grabbing up the lube.
"Are you sure, darling?" Your response is to push your knees further until they're nearly level with your shoulders. He watches you as he lathers his cock with the liquid, using his other hand to pull your plug out. You got used to it, you realize, when it feels so empty. But he doesn't let it remain so, pressing the head of his leaking shaft against your entrance. You're treated to the full depth of his patience, as he dips in and out, getting further in with each propulsion. His eyes spark with every moan, his lips brush your mouth at every discomfited grunt. 
Once he's deep within you, in this new territory, and your head is thrown back, your mouth has fallen open at the feeling – he leans back and begins to thrust. His groans are everything you wanted to hear, and you can't help but smile up at him, unable to tear your eyes away from his bright eyes. There is no sign of the gloom, the sorrow. There's life, there's desire as he tests out all the different ways he can make you moan.
"I love you," you blurt out instead, overcome with the sudden flow of emotion. He slows as you tear up, to your immense embarrassment, and try to throw your arm over your head to cover it up. 'There was nothing sexy about that!' 
And then you nearly choke as, in one swift movement, he wraps your legs around his waist and pulls you up against him. He shudders, clutching you to him as you throw your arms over his shoulders, eyes rolling back into your head when he slips deeper. Your kiss is frenzied, as are his thrusts when they start anew, and then you do cry when he whispers his love, his praise against your lips, over and over again. Your nails dig into his skin, and his teeth sink into yours. You sob harder when he presses you into the bed, drilling into you like a man crazed and sliding his fingers into your throbbing sex. 
His eyes glow as he strikes where it shatters you, and you're blinded by it – completely consumed by the force of it, the way it leaves you in pieces, but even through your quaking limbs and the ringing in your ears, you feel Lucien pull out of you. Through bleary eyes, you watch him rip the condom off hastily before sliding through your oversensitive slit. He chokes out a guttural groan, clinging to you as he falters, the snapping of his hips unsteady as he comes almost violently, pumping himself into you, filling you up past what you can hold. 
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are of you two trying to catch your breath.
“Happy Birthday,” you whisper, pressing a shaky kiss to his cheek. He stays curled over you, staring down at your flushed face, your hair now far from smooth and sticking to your skin. His damp bangs fall haphazardly across his forehead, his lips are kissed red and he's so beautiful you need to look away before you cry again.
His eyes are suspiciously shiny as he kisses your forehead gently. “I love you, my darling girl.” 
As he settles next to you on the bed, you turn over gingerly. You're completely spent, sore and sweaty. Still, you aim for casualness, ignoring the slight tremble in your legs. "Excited for tomorrow?"
“Very,” he answers once you’re curled up into him, and he can play with your hair to his heart's content. “I'm glad we have the whole weekend to ourselves.” 
You gasp in mock outrage. "I do have an itinerary, you know." And you’ve also opened a new door for you both. You have no doubt Lucien will be experimenting on you until he’s familiar with every inch of this new area, and the slight fear you feel is understandable. He can be quite enthusiastic when it comes to figuring out what makes you tick.
"So do I." His smirk is positively feral and you can't help but snort. 
“Think we can shower before bed?” 
“Yes, if you’d like,” he gathers you into his arms gently, then sinks back into the bedding. “...maybe in some time. Are we actually leaving in the morning?“ 
You know your smile is a tad impish when he pinches your cheek. “We’ve got an afternoon flight.” If all goes according to plan, your boyfriend's birthday weekend will have a very pleasant start – with your mouth wrapped around his cock. You just have to make sure you wake up before him.
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yoshibb · 4 years ago
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Hello everyone! Firstly I want to announce the winner of our next character interview poll! Pluto!
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R-Really? I don't know about this... but if they insist. - Pluto
Once again I'm gonna need a lot of questions for this sweetie :D I'll be taking them until this Friday August 7th at 4 EST and I'll start posting the answers around 5. Same rules as always, try not to scare this skittish boy away xD
Onto game development progress! This past week and a half, I've been working Sun's sprite variations. There may be more but at the moment I've got four different outfits for Sun. You'll be able see scenes of Sun at a younger age, so here's a little sneak preview of her here:
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I'll be doing one route at a time, so with Venus up first, his sprites will be next. Similar to Sun we will be getting a younger sprite variation among others. 
Our last two weeks has been filled with voice recording sessions! We've recorded lines for Ur, Pluto, Neptune, Mars, Venus, and of course Sun! This week we will be recording for Terra and Jupiter. If all continues to go smoothly, we may be able to finish up recording for Venus' route by the end of this month as well. Still a long way to go with editing and programming but its a huge step forward in the development progress!
The writing is also continuing to progress as we have updated and additional content to the routes from the original gamejam version. We can't wait for you to see what's new and improved :D
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I'm happy to say that we are chugging along nicely and I hope we can continue to do so! Thanks again everyone for your support! And don't forget to submit your asks to Pluto!!  
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gazeopard · 4 years ago
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My thoughts on Beastars, Chapter 192
SPOILAHZ! Link to chapter here: https://imgur.com/gallery/Rfjk4la So.... ...that happened... ...It finally happened... At least, it seems like it happened... And... I honestly don’t know how to feel right now... I guess its disappointment... While its good that nobody really got hurt with the second bullet (well, nobody except Melon XD), this outcome wasn’t really what I was expecting. I like the moments between Yafya and Melon and Legoshi and Louis, but at the same time, a bit of me wonders if Paru’s editors or publishers are pressuring her into finishing it or something. A part of me feels like its a little rushed, because killing off Melon right now leaves a few plot-threads hanging and unresolved. I don’t know what to feel, and if Melon really was going to get shot again, why end the last chapter on such a cliffhanger? I expected either Gosha or Yafya to get hurt, and I don’t know how Melon broke free of Legoshi and Louis last chapter. The ending of the last chapter gave me the impression that Gosha was going to get hit, from the way he called out to Legoshi, to the way he desperately reached for him, to the way it looked like Melon was glaring at him. I think it could’ve been so much stronger if Gosha had taken the bullet (or if Yafya took the bullet for Gosha), because harming somebody Legoshi cared about, especially his grandfather, would’ve made his and Melon’s animosity more personal. Considering how Melon knew Legoshi’s grandfather was a Komodo dragon and most likely heard Gosha calling Legoshi’s name, I initially thought Melon was going to end up killing or injuring Gosha (or Yafya) and try to go after Louis or Haru, since he was interested in her/wanted to eat her, in order to force Legoshi to kill him. And if Yafya had gotten hurt or died, then Legoshi or Louis could’ve become the next Beastars after earning the title through stopping Melon. I never understood what information it was that Kyuu gave Melon before his fight with Legoshi. I initially believed it was Legoshi’s relationship with Haru, and Melon was going to use that to his advantage, but I can’t recall Legoshi ever mentioning Haru to Kyuu, unless I’m wrong... I’m probably gonna have to reread the chapters... (Edit 9/11/20: I read that it might’ve been the fact that Legoshi had dentures, but since Legoshi’s teeth grew back during the Dokugumi fight, it renders Kyuu selling out Legoshi to Melon kinda pointless anyway). Whatever happened to the Chimeras? I don’t really care about the Chimera thing, as I never really understood it or what it was supposed to do. Or what the point of it was. What was the point of Legoshi, Louis and the Shishigumi visiting that Civet guy, whatever his name was? I thought they were going to discover Melon’s ‘weakness’, but if I recall correctly, I don’t think they really discovered much about him that we didn’t already know, which was a bit of a letdown. I remember when I first heard the Kopi Luwak was a pureblood supremacist group, I thought they were going to be side-antagonists or something, instead of a research facility. What was the point of Melon’s growing interest in Haru in the earlier chapters, and her subsequent promise to him, if he doesn’t end up acting on it? It felt like it was leading up to him eventually kidnapping her and endangering her life. I thought Legoshi was going to end up accidently killing Melon after completely succumbing to his primal instincts, become broken and then gradually have to recover from the trauma, or Melon was going to end up shooting Gosha, and then was going to go after Louis and Haru to give Legoshi enough of a reason to kill him, all just to show the world that carnivores and herbivores could never coexist. I had a feeling Melon was going to kill himself again, but after all those events happened. This feels really, really rushed. And when is Melon going to encounter his father? What was the point of introducing such an important character in this arc when the two aren’t even going to meet? I don’t think Yafya’s dead from that bite, as it looks like Mel bit his shoulder and not his neck. I also don’t know if Melon’s dead yet. At the moment he seems to be dead, or just on the edge of death. I guess what’ll happen next is he’ll wake up in the hospital with his father at his side and then die, or he is going to get a power-up after eating Yafya like what happened to Legoshi after he ate Louis’s leg. Or maybe he really is dead after taking a bite out of Yafya. That final, “Evil until the very end” commentary seems to be pointing toward the latter. So... those are my current thoughts on this chapter. Like I said, I don’t really know what to think. I’m really disappointed. I’m not annoyed that Melon’s death was self-disposing, as I felt like it was fitting for him to go out that way, but the timing just feels... rushed. I’m probably gonna wait for the next chapter to find out whether this really is the end or not, because I can’t see what else is there that needs to happen, aside from the things I mentioned earlier--but due to the arc apparently going in a different direction, there’s not really much else that could happen at this point. It’s like... First Star Wars, then Bleach, then Game of Thrones, and now Beastars...?? What happened? Why are so many stories degrading? I hope Outlander doesn’t go down the same path as these... :( I don’t know if its because the publishers told her to rush things or not. One way to find out, next chapter, I guess.
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April 20th-April 26th, 2020 CTP Archive
The archive for the Comic Tea Party week long chat that occurred from April 20th, 2020 to April 26th, 2020.  The chat focused on Only In Your Dreams! by Tuyetnhi Pham.
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BOOK CLUB START!
Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on Only In Your Dreams! by Tuyetnhi Pham~! (http://oiydcomic.com/)
You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace until April 26th, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Discussions are freeform, but we do offer discussion prompts in the pins for those who’d like to have them. Additionally, remember that while constructive criticism is allowed, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic! Whether you finish the comic or can only read a few pages, everyone is welcome to join and chat with us!
DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 1
1. What did you like about the beginning of the comic?
2. What has been your favorite moment in the comic (so far)?
3. Who is your favorite character?
4. Which characters do like seeing interact the most?
5. What is something you like about the art? If you have a favorite illustration, please share it!
6. What is a theme you like that the comic explores?
7. What do you like about the comic’s story or overall related content?
8. Overall, what do you think the comic’s strengths are?
Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!
Eightfish (Puppeteer)
5. I like how distinctive the character designs are! The mcs are both very unique and recognizable
8. It doesn't take itself too seriously, but it also explores some real neat concepts
the story is full of personality
carcarchu
the comic's not loading for me shakes fist at wifi, gonna try again tomorrow but i just wanted to say the look of the site is really cute!
Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]
Got the chance to read it So here are some of my thoughts: 1. I like the romantic atmosphere that the comic starts off with warm colours and it gives a vacation ad sensation? 2. My favourite moment is in the pink strange dream world, the colours contrast to the reality of Cara. 4. Fave moment: When that mystery guy shows up and he had corny lines like a romantic parody. It seem so fantastical. 5. I like the colour palette choice of brown tones, shades of pinks. 6. I think the theme is about expectations (it's not clear atm), how Cara is distancing from real relationships and prefer to indulge. 7: I like how the creator shows Cara looking scared of confronting things. It sets an interesting tone of uncertainty. Is she hiding something?(edited)
keii’ii (Heart of Keol)
I'm super curious about the situation of Cara not remembering her past dreams with Richie, and how that ties into the theme.
shadowhood (SunnyxRain)
1. I like how I don’t know what to expect. I also like how the premise is relateable; the idea that you are scared of imperfection making you have high standards in life hit close. 2) Every single time we’re treated to....Tuyetnhi’s lovely use of expression. Also the end part of episode 2, because that’s when I realized it’s going to get dark. 3) A tie between Ana and Richie. Ana because she makes me laugh with her blunt assertions (which...aren’t wrong) and Richie because he’s so flamboyant and extra. I love how much personality they all have. 4) Hands down Richie and Cara. They have a really hilarious dynamic going on. 6) The idea that people seek perfection through their dreams instead of facing reality. Also I really liked how it tackles society’s fixation on everyone to find someone....maybe Cara doesn’t need that and needs to focus on herself first? 7) That I won’t know what to expect. I came into this thinking it was going to be a classic romcom, and then I get hit with implicit horror and trippyness. I have a feeling Tuyetnhi is hinting at some darker aspects of the story we have yet to see. 8) Good lord the expressions. They really do the story justice and make me turn the page every time. Also the colours are beautiful.(edited)
(Whoops sorry keiiii)
7) two moments actually!
The fact that their wide eyed sweaty expressions matched made me laugh really hard
And also Cara’s quick acceptance of the situation was so unexpected and hilarious I took a double take. Also props to the colour dissonance; that looks like meme material right there!
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
yeah. I want to make it clear that Cara is like "This is really not my day." lol
shadowhood (SunnyxRain)
Well....you portrayed that sentiment perfectly
Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]
Omg yes the wide eyed expressions were also making me laugh! Well that was an expression I didn't expect coming into the story(edited)
I was wondering if that was suppose to be serious or humorous?
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
both LOL
shadowhood (SunnyxRain)
I see the horror you got going there Tuyetnhi Reminds me of...I dunno Jojo?
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
well............ yes and no lol
shadowhood (SunnyxRain)
But I can’t wait to see what’s going to happen
Although...if we’re going by the silhouette....is she scared of herself?
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
C:
Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]
I like that sense of not knowing what's happening? :)(edited)
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
that will be coming up in Ch. 3 soon
so please wait till then thank u lol
Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]
So far it's tough to choose a fave character right now since I feel the story has just started its first segment. I would like to wait until more content is shown before I can make a firm choice? (I'm analytical, I like to go over OCs flaws and strengths once I know more about them)(edited)
I'm curious to learn about her ex crush, since we only get a glimpse of how Cara precieve him. But what is Dean really like? *Drum rolls(edited)
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
you got.... good questions
it will be rewarded.... later on LOL
mariah (rainy day dreams)
1. What did you like about the beginning of the comic? I really liked the colors and island vibe. And this was even before Animal Crossing came out and I started hardcore living that island life I just love a good, soft pink to purple gradient generally speaking so the opening of the story was like falling into a comfy brain pillow for me. 2-4 I'm just gonna answer these ones kind of all together because they thoughts on then are all kind of threaded together into one big thought. After having read through the archive I really liked the scene with Ana and Cara. When I first read it I was like "dang, she's giving Cara such a hard time," but after having read the scenes where Cara just refused to admit to Richie she doesn't know what's going on I really retroactively appreciated Ana's willingness to call Cara on her bullshit XD I think it's a really good foil trait to have for a protagonist who seems dead set on avoiding confrontation even though it seems like doing so is most likely just gonna come back to bite her later. I imagine we aren't going to see Ana for a while though unless Cara is able to use her Phone A Friend card in the dream realm XD I am also looking forward to seeing more of the Cara doppelganger and how she and Cara interact with each other going forward. That feels like an exciting and drama filled mystery
Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)
1. What did you like about the beginning of the comic? I also love the atmosphere. The color choices are just so beautiful. 2. What has been your favorite moment in the comic (so far)? Ana pointing out Cara's BS hahahaha. 3. Who is your favorite character? Definitely Ana. She's so down-to-earth from what I can tell, someone I'd want to be friends with. 4. Which characters do like seeing interact the most? Probably Ana and Cara. I like to see good friendships depicted, especially in a romance. 5. What is something you like about the art? If you have a favorite illustration, please share it! In general, everything is so soft and pretty. I also really appreciate the fact that all the characters have larger noses. If I had a favorite panel, it would be at the beginning, the sunset beach waves. 6. What is a theme you like that the comic explores? So far, I'm not sure about themes, but I like the talk about the pressure parents give to their children to get married. 7. What do you like about the comic’s story or overall related content? There's a lot of mystery, so I'm looking forward to learning about Cara's dreams, Richie, and the key. 8. Overall, what do you think the comic’s strengths are? The visuals are really nice. I can't stop gushing about the color choices and the pretty atmosphere.(edited)
Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]
The way Cronaj sums up their thoughts on OiYD, I'm agreeing with the statement on Ana and Cara! Esp friendship part
Deo101 [Millennium]
I'll answer the questions hopefully later this week, but this song reminded me of the comic!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4z5ecLCvSQ(edited)
shadowhood (SunnyxRain)
@Deo101 [Millennium] damn that’s a good song
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
Oooo
keii’ii (Heart of Keol)
He's definitely hot and extra
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
lmao
Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]
My joke idea is that Cara is secretly in a reality show starring Richie and her and the bonds they play out is meant for a live broadcast. But she's clearly not agreeing to this(edited)
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
oh god. i don't think that's good for Cara's mental state lmao
Feather J. Fern
Also I have to say, I do love how the first cover is literally Cara being the meme of "Oh no he's hot"
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
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Feather J. Fern
Also I finally started it, while a bit late, I have to relate to Cara being an accountant.
Also I think my favourite panel is "Welp that worked"
Also I have to appreciate picking a pink that doesn't grate on the eyes.
https://gyazo.com/71fe22ea6ac2ebf6b3d85531c66bf8ed Another really good panel
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
I enjoyed making that one LOL
shadowhood (SunnyxRain)
that face is one of my favourites not gonna lie
Feather J. Fern
I really like the surrealness of the story, can't wait to see what happens next
shadowhood (SunnyxRain)
same! I feel like something is about to happen
I'm also wondering how Richie would react to the real world
like....the ex. And her parents.
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
soon™️
Feather J. Fern
More like everyone reacting to Richie XD
shadowhood (SunnyxRain)
Yeah pretty much
Like can Richie handle the world?
More like
Can the world handle RICHIE
RebelVampire
I like that the beginning really contrasts the dream and Cara's reality pretty quickly. I kind of feel it catches that feeling of coming out of a dream to face reality which kind of sucks, and also plays into the themes of dream vs. reality and expectation vs. reality. It's very easy to idealize things, whether as a route of escapism or just because it sounds appealing. But the reality of things generally is always different, and I like that we're seeing this full force in the comic through Cara's perspective. And the contrasts between the two really enhance those topics. My favorite moment in the comic so far is probably when Cara meets what I assume is Dean. Cause I really loved that both parties were kind of at fault, and I also liked how quickly that convo devolved into a grumpfest, because that felt very realistic. My favorite character right now is definitely Richie, because he is ridiculous and sympathetic at the same time. I adore his exaggerated personality, while at the same time feel sorry for him since for him the memories are clearly there and like...I would not want to be in the shoes of someone where the person they loved no longer remembered them. As for character interacting the most, Cara and Richie because that entire premise of one person remembering and the other not makes for a really tense and awkward situation. It's hard to tell where it's going to go. What I like about the art is the palettes of color chosen, since there's some beautiful scenery as well as fantastic contrasts when needed to make certain moments pop (like dream vs. reality).
As for the story content, what I actually like the most is that Cara is a flawed protagonist. I've read a lot of stories where the protagonist is always 100% right in the relationship and is just eternally the victim because society pressure. But Cara has a lot more going on, since she's clearly been at fault in some interactions, and while we can sympathize with people pressuring her into relationships, she also maybe takes it too far by being avoidant of basically every relationship. However, since she has these traits, I'm more invested into her personal dilemmas since she'll actually make mistakes when dealing with stuff. Which I think this is the overall strength of the comic. Cara is just a damn good protagonist who is easily likeable but isn't perfect and whose imperfections are not just brushed off so easily.
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
;_; .... thank you.
snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)
I love the story so far! When I first started, I figured it would be some sort of awkward story where Richie comes into the real world and he has to figure out how to, like, act natural, and hilarity ensues. But holy cow, Cara losing her memories, and the slide into somewhat of a horror angle - it's not something I expected (though admittedly I could have read the synopsis lol), but it's definitely something I like!(edited)
Comic Tea Party
DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 2
9. Do you think the people around Cara were right to try and pressure her into a relationship? Overall, what do you think the comic has to say about relationships and the themes regarding relationship pressure?
10. Is what Cara experiencing dream or reality, and where is the line between them in this case? Additionally, why do you think her dreams have the potential to become reality as opposed to other people? Also, what is the overall message underlying these themes?
11. Is Richie really just a dream Cara dreamt up, or is there something more to him? If he somehow makes it to Cara’s world, do you think he’ll be able to adjust to that reality? Also, can he win Cara over?
12. What do you think the Cara imposter is about, and what does this have to do with the entire situation? Do you think Cara will eventually remember her dreams? Lastly, what do you think Cara has in store for her as the story continues?
Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!
shadowhood (SunnyxRain)
9. I personally don’t think it was great of the people in Cara’s life to pressure her like that. Sure, they mean well, but it’s most likely bringing Cara’s self esteem down by a lot. I have a feeling that her dreams/reality colliding together is partially motivated by that; the pressure of pleasing society has made her....subconsciously take drastic measures?
10. I’m actually not sure! Maybe there’s a supernatural explanation to it, or it could all just be a dream. Dreams have a way of showing a person’s innermost desires or fears, so maybe Cara’s desires and fears are coming alive in response to external stress factors. So perhaps she opened a portal of sorts between the realms in some way (there’s a key!!!!).
11. Oh I’m thinking they might end up together. But the realist inside me thinks...perhaps what Cara needs isn’t romantic love, but more independent love and being able to love herself. What DOES worry me, however, is the fact that Richie seems...a bit desperate for Cara to like him. Is there a condition to his love after all? If so, that means that it’s possible he’s forced in some way to love her or make her love him. And that’s not really conducive to romance, is it?
12. Ah...the thing that makes me mystified the most. Cara seems to have a negative view of herself, since she told her to get out in the end of chapter two. However, Cara #2 seems to be pretty helpful; knocking on the door to tell her to get out of the house (which Richie has her in), so in a way letting her out. While our Cara seems to dislike her a lot, I think the key to the story would be our Cara needing to accept this double Cara to be really free. Maybe she will, maybe she won’t! But from what I can see from the story and like I’ve said earlier...maybe Cara needs to be able to find love within herself. Love for that Cara double, and enough love to become independent and not bend to society’s overwhelming pressure for outside romance. I hope she finds that as the story comes along, and know that it’s okay to not be ready for love.
As for Richie...hmm. He’s dealing with an amnesiac heroine, and adjusting to the real world. I’m sure it’s going to lead to some hilarious hijinks, but hopefully he can manage! He seems up to the task
RebelVampire
I think whether people were right to pressure Cara is a tricky gray area. On the one hand, no, they were wrong. Nobody should be forced into a relationship. But on the other hand, if you know a person is actively self-sabotaging, isn't it more correct to speak up? So to me this is maybe a situation of good intentions with bad execution. However, I do think overall the comic does say pressuring people into relationships sucks and plz don't do that cause that's how you make ppl run further away. I think it's both, because a dream is reality in a sense. I think many of us have had dreams that caused real emotional affects, whether negative or positive. So the line between them is merely the fact effects are limited. Cara have may have just found a way to cross that line and make a dream a tangible thing that has more consequences. As for why her dreams, I don't know. Maybe she's just super good at dreaming. I do think as the overall message though is that dreams are good but not when we get lost in them, because then we idealize and reject "reality" in ways that aren't healthy. I do think Richie is primarily something Cara dreamt up, but kind of not maybe. Like sure maybe Cara is idea creator, but something else was involved in making the physical reality of that idea. As for Richie adjusting to Cara's world, I'm sure it will be laughably hilarious. I do think he can sort of win Cara over, at least in the sense of being friends. Cause how can you hate Richie? I'm taking a shot in the dark and saying Cara imposter is the embodiment of Cara's missing memories but since they're just memories, all they can do is imitate. As for Cara remembering, I feel like it will be yes but I kind of want it to be no. I like the idea of them having to reform a relationship entire from scratch.
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
Oo good impressions! I wish I have more to say but it would affect the story LOL. Enjoyed reading everyone's theories tho!
Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]
Ok my turn, let's see what my head theories are: 9: I felt the same annoyance as Cara but it's a mixed feeling, Even though, people shouldn't pressure a lady on her love life, she also has a problem with being in relationships. Or I remember one quote from the story was how she 'ditched her dates by rushing to the bathroom.' although I don't know her circumstance, I do know she has issues to settle too. Relationship pressure is real, especially as a young person grows older. 10. From the comic visuals, it feels much like it's her escapism dream. The only clue I got, is that her holding a literal 'key' connecting both worlds, is evidence that both world could collide. So far, we haven't seen other people's dreams, or whether this is an unusual occurrence in the world? It seems to be a message about idealistic relationships. Since Cara seem to turn away real ones, it manifested? 11. I'm curious about Richie's character too. He seems like a powerful imagination, enough to sway the lead, so he's more than a simple figment. I wonder if his submissive, flirtatious (?) personality was build in him. He doesn't seem to have a 'life' outside his dream house, or so far. 12. I'm not sure whether the 'Other Cara' might be trying to help her or is that.. actually a shadow side? I don't want to say too much, but it's interesting to see where the story goes.(edited)
shadowhood (SunnyxRain)
Oh! You make a good point about Richie; I never thought about that! Do you think maybe he's simply a part of Cara and eventually gains his own sentience/personality?
Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]
Hehe I like analyzing dreams :3 In dream theory, I feel he could be? I was more skeptical whether he should be treated as a real character or something else.(edited)
shadowhood (SunnyxRain)
man this does make me want to look up dream psychology
i have a feeling...Tuyetnhi is using some theories from that
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
Hmmmm dream psychology you say?
I guess you can say there's some elements of that, but it's not a major chunk of it if that makes sense lol
Comic Tea Party
DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 3
13. What are you most looking forward to seeing in regards to the comic?
14. Any final words of encouragement for the comic?
Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
13. Maintaining the will power to finish OIYD! so I can see it as its end lmao. As a passion project but also something that I want to invest in when I have the time, I hope ya'll looking forward in reading Ch. 3 very soon lol.
shadowhood (SunnyxRain)
13. I really want to see how both Cara and Richie will develop as characters. Whether Cara will figure out for herself what being both independent means....and whether she does want a relationship for herself and not for other people. Likewise with Richie, I want to see if he'll be able to be his own person...and whether he's real or not. I have a lot of questions that I want to be answered, and I can't wait to keep reading.
14. Tuyetnhi, good luck on the webcomic. It's hard to start one and even harder to pull off a good one, and I know yours is a good one. I really look forward to reading more from you. You're amazing (edited)
Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)
thank you
Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]
13. I'm interested in learning more about Cara's conflicts, why she is hesitant about having a real relationship vs her dream one? I love the unexpected dark twist that the story seems to be going. 14. I want to say, no pressure and take your time to complete the chapter. Just know you have my support and willing to read when it is ready. Good luck
RebelVampire
I'm looking forward to more Richie being Richie. Because he is an adorable person. And also because I'm waiting for some 'reality' culture shock. My final words are that this comic has a strong themes game going on and an intriguing premise, so it'll be fun to see where the comic is in a few more chapters since I'm pretty sure we're in for a wild ride.
Comic Tea Party
BOOK CLUB END!
Thank you everyone so much for reading and chatting about Only In Your Dreams! this week! Please also give a special thank you to Tuyetnhi Pham for volunteering the comic and creating it! If you liked Only In Your Dreams!, make sure to continue to support it via some of the links below!
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2nd December prompt by @legendofaprodigy
Angel/Demon Shadowsan x (first perspective) reader
(So I love monster love stories...a lot you could say. I’m into exophilia to be exact, so I’m most definitely am going to make this a tiny story between a Japanese demon, an Oni, Shadowsan version and a human who he calls his “Angel”)
The moon was full tonight. The owls were louder than usual, “Uhu”’ing as in protest against what was coming and the crows assembled themselves on my front porch where I was preparing everything for the ritual.
I was wearing my most elegant clothes, skin tight yet comfortable, mostly probably because he was going to make me feel comfortable in them.
Oh yeah he…he the demon I once summoned out of the sheer heck of it:
I was home alone one night, when I remembered that ominous book my grandmother passed on to me after she died. She was a little wacky and believed in all sorts of spiritual stuff. I wasn’t really one to decline these believes and call her out on it, but I did rather not mingle with it. Thus I hadn’t dared to open the book for several month until it had just looked at it and it seemed so delightfully exiting, that I just had to explore its many pages.
After a while of deciphering the strange symbols and ugly handwriting, I had come across a page that clearly looked like a demon summoning circle. For some reason, just because I hadn’t believed enough in it being able to be real, I decided to prepare everything for the ritual. Also probably because one certain difficult requirement was actually fulfilled that night as well: It was a night with a full moon present.
That’s right. For the summoning of this particular demon, an Oni to be precise, it needs to be a full moon present.
And well...here we are. Back then, the Oni that had then actually appeared in the circle had first almost given me a heart attack out of fear. Now he almost gave me a heart attack on just how happy and exited I was to finally see him again.
The ritual had been finished and he appeared, as always, wrapped in high flames in red and white. His skin was blacker than coal, his wings twice as wide and arm and chest span. His face was a sort of mixture between a dog and a dragon, similar to what you probably know of Japanese folklore. He turned to me, his eyes shining ruby red and his white fanged teeth smiling in delight.
“Good evening my Angel”, he greeted me in his deep soothing voice, charming as he always was
“Hello my lovely Shadowsan”, I answered back, my voice filled with emotion, “this wait for you has been even worse than the last ones”, I immediately admitted, jumping into the circle to embrace him, “I wish you could finally”
I felt him step back, kneeling so he could look me right in the eyes.
“Darling: You know that I cannot, not just yet. I need to be cleansed of my sins to walk upon the earth with you, hold your hand and call you mine”
“Then may I come with you?”, I asked, shocked at my own words yet not surprised
“No I… I couldn’t ask of you to do that. You are like an Angel my dear, you could not live among the people I have doomed myself to be with”.
Shadowsan was no ordinary demon I knew. He was cursed to be a demon. He used to be a Shadowbeing (hence his name) that protected the woods at night, but he went against his race and was then banished to be a demon instead.
I knew he was dangerous because of that, but he has begun to cleanse himself a long time ago and I have forgiven him for what he’s done, but not his kind, not his people.
“But maybe if I come with you I can be the proof of your kindness and you shall be freed”, I answered
“Oh my Angel: I do not know if that would work. What if you would just get into this mess as well?”, he asked, concerned as he held my tiny hands in his huge claws protectively
“Then”, I decided, with a trembling breath, “...then you won’t be alone anymore and I shall fight along yourself until we can both walk the earth and then the sky”
I saw how he was fighting to refuse my words, but as he looked deeper and deeper into my eyes he knew, that I wasn’t going to be convinced otherwise.
“I am so sorry my love, I wish you did not have to make such choices”, he whispered, his voice rumbling like thunder from deep within his broad upper body as he leaned down to kiss me
“For you dear, I wouldn’t have it any other way”, I answered and then he took me, deep into the guts of hell to be not one, but two, making a path to heaven to finally release my lovely Shadowsan…
(The end)
I wish I could’ve made this longer, but school sucks the life out of me. I’ll still do this though ‘cause I sure as hell won’t let school be my life!
It’s important to study, but it’s also important to be healthy and think about your happiness as well. Always take a break if you feel like you can’t take the stress anymore, there will always be away to make up for one bad mark!
I wish you all good luck in your busy life’s, ‘till tomorrow!
Edit: Sorry for the many, MANY typos, I didn’t have time to proofread this xD that’s probably gonna happen a bunch of times
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