#i’ll remain loyal forever

[disastertwins9000]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2012 💜💙❤️🧡

my boysssss

[moodymisty]

Author's note: @mothiir You wanted it, I delivered. I decided to stop poking at it and just post it or else I’ll keep changing it forever.

Relationships: Konrad Curze/Fem!Reader/Sanguinius

Warnings: NSFW, Not a menage e trois more so like you have your husband and also the feral rat man who comes out from under your bed at night fingers you and then leaves, Double penetration, I will tag incest purely because having your brother join you while you fuck your beloved is pretty fucking weird lol, A bit of breeding kink on Sanguinius' side, Rough sex, Anal

Konrad had been able to tell the moment he caught sight of Sanguinus that he was hungry.

His skin is pallid, feathers oddly misshapen. The spaces under his eyes were just that bit more hollow, his hair was limper and lacked some of that golden glow.

He has been so busy on Terra, fluttering from primarch to primarch giving greetings and advice, he has forgotten- once again- to care for himself. It's unsurprising; He's done this to himself many times before.

He’s talking with Lion now; They’ve been there for hours as the Dark Angels train in the massive open flats of marble tile surrounded by golden pillars.

You aren't with the angel, which doesn't surprise Konrad. While most of the primarchs know of Sanguinius' beloved, who Sanguinius' own sons have begun to call Mother Angel, he doesn't often bring you along when he is preforming his role as primarch.

Konrad thinks it's because he's attempting to spare you from it. To make you think he's less violent, less bloodthirsty than his brothers. He wants you to remain this gentle figure, soothing his sons with your voice and smile when they fall wayward.

Sanguinius in reality is just as bloodthirsty and tyrannical as the rest of them- he is just far better at keeping that side of him covered with silken fabrics and deep within himself, for the sake of his relationship with you. For the sake of seeming like the most human of all of them.

But Konrad... He doesn’t know what the relationship between you and him is. What to call it. How to describe it.

You are Sanguinus’ beloved; But your relationship with him started because Konrad brought you to him in one of those neglectful fits, where Sanguinius refuses to satiate in his own desires. To reap his reward after toiling so hard to save the galaxy.

But despite you being fully loyal to your angel, your lord husband, your primarch, both you and said angel have been more than amicable in letting Konrad continue to, indulge.

He’s never felt less like garbage- dirty water flowing through a sewer pipe. He knows your heart is bound to Sanguinus, but you’ve reserved a place somewhere in it for him. He is fine with that arrangement; It is far more than he would've ever expected to have. More than he would've even dared to think he could have. But he still feels as if he shouldn't touch you- you're The Mother Angel, and yet you are often at mercy to the blood stained hands of a nightmare in the dark.

Your gentle hands weave through his greasy hair; He feels the soft smooth caress of your skin.

‘You deserve respect just as much as them, I don’t believe that your birthplace should deny you that.’

He remembers a bit of a vision that had racked his mind little more than a week ago. He wonders when it will come to pass.

A vision he… Looks forward to.

Perhaps this situation is the least kept secret between the two legions; Sanguinus has hinted that his sons are displeased he allows the Night Haunter near their legion mother. While most of his own Night Lords find the situation amusing. Shang jokes that he is slowly turning their legion mother into something other than an angel- and Konrad doesn't find the jest entirely inaccurate. Other Night Lords often goad fights by making remarks about the Sanguinius' beloved and Curze, of which rarely ends without some form of altercation.

Once Lion finally leaves and Sanguinius is suitably alone, Konrad pulls himself from the shadow of a large marble pillar and starts walking towards him. He tucks his hands in the pockets of his loose trousers, the oversized cloth covering his torso hiding most of his body's shape.

"You don't look very well."

Sanguinius turns to look at him, before loosing the expression of mild surprise in place of irritation over Konrad's upfront observation.

"I could say the same about you, brother."

Raking a hand through his wavy blonde hair he adds a bit of body to it, so it isn't laying as lifeless against his face. But even after doing so Konrad can still see the dull sheen of his skin and hair.

“How long has it been since you've been with her? She’s more than healthy for you to bite her again.”

Sanguinus looks at him tired and a more than a bit irritated, shifting his tight jaw. His feathers are tight to his wings, and Konrad catches one twitch out of the corner of his eye. Turning away, Sanguinius sighs and purses his lips before managing to gather his words.

“I... Do not have the time to indulge myself like that.” Konrad rolls his eyes.

“Then make the time.”

Sanguinus stutters just a bit, as if somehow not expecting him to be so succinct.

“I cannot just, abandon my brothers- I only have so long with them before we are all separated again on our own journeys.”

Konrad lets out a sharp laugh, taking his hands from his trouser pockets and gesturing one arm out into the wide open space.

“They are not children, Sanguinus! I am sure Lion and Horus and whoever the fuck else demands your presence can more than survive in the few hours you don’t gossip with them.” Konrad gestures vaguely behind him with a pale, bony hand.

"Go. Eat. Go fuck her- do both I don't care, or I will drag you there myself. I didn't give her to you so you could lock her away and not enjoy yourself."

Sanguinius doesn't falter yet, and holds firm that he is far too busy to indulge his inhuman appetite. No matter how much Konrad thinks he deserves it; To take what he wants after so long of giving.

If this method won’t work, then perhaps he’ll have to change gears. Konrad's face is somewhat neutral and loses his previous frustration.

“You know she misses you, yes? She wants you.”

Sanguinus softens expression slightly. He's assuming Konrad has been near you quire recently, he can smell the scent of your perfume distantly around him. He had gifted it to you.

“Her body stinks,” Konrad uses a foul adjective despite the smell being the exact opposite; inhumanly addicting to the post-human men like Konrad who can smell it. “She wants you to fuck her so badly her body is crying.”

The angel looks away from him, clearly at the thin edge of his patience. In that wayward glance he notices Lion returning- but when he looks back, Konrad is gone.

The quiet of the massive, primarch sized room breaks occasionally from the sound of wet squelching, and the gentle whimpers that you fail to swallow.

Konrad's fingers slip into the wet, velvety heat of your cunt, listening to you cry underneath him. The room is dark other than a few dim light sources in the corners, illuminating just enough for you to see the sinewy figure that traps you if you look over your shoulder. You can only see him caging you onto the bed, a hand pushed beneath the blanket to pull your nightdress high enough to access the apex of your thighs.

"If you're a little louder, maybe you can call him."

Konrad jokes at your expense, commenting on your whines and gasps as he roughly fingers you. They slip so deep inside of you it's like he's finding places untouched, curling and beckoning you that your hands grip the pillows like a lifeline and your legs kick at the air and the blankets; But Konrad's weight holds you firmly in place.

He knows the angel is coming. He can hear the sound of his heavy footsteps, as the bait he had laid was too tempting for him to ignore. Konrad knew it would be.

The door opens not moments later, and he quickly shuts it behind him when he hears the soft, wet noises of your cunt tightly wrapping around Konrad's fingers, and the smell of sex hits his nose.

"Konrad, she should be asleep."

He laughs, pulling his fingers from your greedy cunt and looking over his shoulder at Sanguinius. The angel is on his last edge, swallowing thickly.

The smell in the air is sheer torment to him; You already were so sweet smelling when you were aroused, but now underneath that sweet scent is the heavier note of your body telling him you're fertile. Konrad was right.

He had done the dirty work of making sure you could take them, relaxing and stretching your cunt until your own juices were slick down your inner thighs.

You still looked a bit drowsy as you lay trapped in the position you'd been sleeping in on your belly- though Konrad had little care about waking you up with the fabric of your underwear being torn away- listening to the cute little scream you let out muffled by the heat of his palm.

"She'll be fine. Come here."

The tired angel stands firm, despite the way the knot of his throat bobs when he swallows. Konrad rolls his eyes. Sanguinius continues to try and ignore his own urges, and it pisses him off.

"Fine. Then I'll fuck her myself."

That sentence is what finally draws an explosive reaction from Sanguinius, who suddenly takes multiple steps forward and almost reaches a hand out for him. Konrad can hear the borderline growl in his voice, the strain of holding back something far more primal than what he's ever shown beyond the battlefield.

“You don’t touch her cunt. Not now.”

He acquiesces, if only because he finds Sanguinus' defense of your fertile womb amusing.

“Fine. She has other holes.”

Konrad pulls away to allow the Angel to descend upon you, the pearly white of his wings seemingly glowing even in the dim lighting of the room.

"But then you better use it. The little whore has been begging to get fucked all these days you've abandoned her here."

Sanguinius pulls you from the blankets you were entangled in and into his lap, hands wrapping around your waist. You latch to him like he's been gone for years and go to kiss him, pressing your lips against his. The angle is awkward, Sanguinius sitting on the edge of the bed back arched to meet your wanting kiss. One hand slips between you both to undo his trousers, and the back of his hand brushes along your dripping cunt. You push your hips forward to follow the sensation of his warm skin, clit pressing against the back of his hand.

By the Throne he can smell it; The normal scent of your dripping arousal, along with something more. It tugs at his sanity and his hunger like fishhooks caught in a cheek.

His cock throbs in his hand as he frees it, and when he moves to notch the head of his cock at your entrance, you keen and gasp at the stretch; Hips wiggling.

"You're not going to eat first?"

Konrad says, hovering nearby and moving closer. The angel watches his every step. He's still wearing all of his clothing; It covers most of his thin form in a shapeless mass of dark fabric contrasting against his pale skin. Sanguinius hesitates for a moment, watching the way your small hands grasp at his own clothes, the bottom of your nightdress just barely covering your thighs and hiding the sight of his cock sinking into you.

"This is, this is more important."

Konrad laughs, showing his sharp canines.

"Sure, brother."

Konrad rounds to the back of you, as Sanguinius slowly moves to seat you onto his cock. The minute he's fully rooted in your cunt he can hear your desperate whimpers, full to the absolute brim. Even after multiple times, after so long of being teased and worked open, taking a primarch is still leaves you with almost no space to spare. The head of his cock lands frighteningly close to your cervix, threatening to knock on it.

Hands still covered in the sticky sweetness of your cunt, Konrad steps closer behind you- reaching a hand towards you. He glances to see Sanguinius' eyes. They're sharp and dark, near feral; Letting Konrad close but watching.

"What are you doing,"

He says when Konrad reaching a hand towards you and listens to the way you suddenly gasp, tightening around his cock. The feeling makes Sanguinius' teeth grind against each other, the already tight velvety feeling of our walls clenching around him like a vice at the other primarch's colder and less forgiving touch.

"I said she other holes. You didn't think I was going to come in here, warm her up for you and then leave without taking something for myself, did you?"

Sanguinius hums but it sounds more like a growl, allowing him into your personal space as Konrad slips two fingers into you. You mumble underneath your harsh breathes, of which Konrad hears but chooses not to heed.

"Konrad, go... Go slow,"

For a brief moment, Konrad wonders how much longer he'll be allowed to indulge in you, if Sanguinius is getting this possessive. He would be foolish to think this arrangement would last forever; In the end he knows he's getting to enjoy things he doesn't deserve.

He also knows that Sanguinus wants to get you pregnant. And if he manages it, Konrad knows you’ll be forever out of his reach.

"Konrad!"

You suddenly squeal as he pushes his fingers deeper into your ass, thrusting them in and out of you, the juices of your cunt making them slide in and out of you with without too much resistance. His other hand clumsily pulls at the groin of his loose and ragged trousers, trying to free himself. His fingers rock you on Sanguinius' cock, your thighs shaking as they already threaten to crumble under your own weight.

Once he manages to free himself, it isn't long before he takes a step closer and removes his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock.

Sanguinius is already so much that it feels like your stomach is full up to your throat, and Konrad adds even more so much so that it feels like you're going to get rearranged and permanently changed.

As he pushes the head of his cock into you he hears the way you let out choked, desperate whines, hands tightening on Sanguinius nails digging into his skin. He feels your muscles clench and it almost hurts- how tight you are, but he loves it.

"Konrad- Konrad that's too much-"

He ignores your pleas; You're not in pain, if you were you'd be crying, begging and hiccuping-

He pushes himself deeper and deeper and feels your guts wrap so tight around him, as you lean forward into Sanguinius' chest.

"You're fine my love, you can take all of him, can't you?" Konrad talks over Sanguinius' soothing praises.

"She is, the little whore is damn well going to or I'm going to f-"

You gasp as he pushes even deeper, managing to seat himself entirely inside of you and feel the fabric of his trousers against the bare skin of your ass and thighs.

You've always felt that full, overwhelmed feeling whenever it was just one of them fucking you, but now you feel like one is going to push the other out, fighting for the limited space inside of you, or they will just readjust your organs to make room for the both of them. You don't know if you'll ever feel the same after.

Your nails dig into Sanguinius' flesh but fail to leave little more than marks, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as Konrad roughly pushes himself deeper. You didn't think he could but you gasp as he pulls out a bit and shoves himself back in, putting your forehead to Sanguinius' chest. Your clit throbs, stomach twisting in knots as they bully your insides and grind against nerves barely touched inside of you. Pressed between the two Primarchs they both argue over how to treat you, while in the end you’re stuck between them as a tight, warm thing to fuck.

"Careful. She's mine. I won't have you breaking her."

Konrad laughs, ignoring the snarl that stays on Sanguinius' face when the man thinks Konrad won't take him seriously.

"I won't. Unless she wants me to," Konrad leans down and puts his mouth close to your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin and his teeth nip at the shell of your ear, threatening to nick skin.

"Do you want me to? I can fuck you rough enough to tear you apart, you'll cry and cry and you'll never be the same-"

Sanguinius makes a noise deep in his throat and one of his hands raises to push the paler man away, and Konrad backs off with a sneer teeming with discontent while continuing to fuck your ass.

The two continue to drive themselves into you, pressing your body between them as you cry helplessly. Sanguinus holds your waist tight, keeps you upright against his chest, trying to support you as your body finally gives out from the abuse they're putting your body through. Sanguinius can feel when you cum around him, thighs quaking as your velvety walls clench around him. You don't have the voice to let out more than a shaky cry however, trying to catch your breath.

Konrad grits his teeth as you tighten around him, mewling as he relentlessly forces himself as deep as he can manage. He’s close, his hands grip your hips pulling you closer as you arch your back.

Konrad hisses as he finally cums inside of you, filling you with a seemingly never-ending warmth that makes you let out a weak, defeated moan. It wavers like you want to cry, and the sound almost makes him want to fuck you all over again.

Konrad pulls out of you, hearing your whimpers of complaint. His cum gently leaks down your thigh, but you don't have the energy to say much more. Sanguinius however stays seated in you just a bit longer, using the freedom of Konrad being done with you to have his fill. He bounces you on his cock with an urgency that says he's close, and mere moments later does he finally finish and coat your insides with and overwhelming amount of cum. He eventually pulls from you and watches his own cum dribble from your battered cunt and down your thighs, mixing with Konrad's.

Once he's finished, and hears your heart and your breathing begin to calm, he lays your back onto the blankets- watching you lay limp underneath him.

Sanguinius nudges your neck to the side, exposing the vein that runs along it. You look up at him softly and tilt your jaw in the way that exposes it to him enough so that he can see the throb of your heartbeat through your skin.

"Stay still, my love. You know what to do."

You feel his lips brush along your neck trying to find that perfect spot, before he opens them and presses his teeth against your skin. The moment he puts pressure on them you whimper, feeling you skin break, and Sanguinius' hands slide along your skin before gripping tight to stop you from wiggling.

His mind is foggy, the taste of your blood is intoxicating against his tongue and he can feel his body gaining strength again- He also hears Konrad's one note laugh faintly. While Sanguinius may not be coherent enough in the moment, he does appreciate that Konrad keeps an eye on him when he does this.

Sanguinius has incredible restraint over his curse, but it would only take one tiny slip up, a little error, before you were hurt or killed. He doesn't even want to entertain the idea of that happening.

He pulls away from your neck, licking his lips to catch the droplets of you blood he missed, still tasting the sweet iron in his mouth. Two beads of blood threaten to drip from the small wound he's made in your neck, and he leans back down to lick them away and kiss the bruising wound he's left you with.

You're tired, fucked into oblivion and now woozy from Sanguinius' meal, as you lay against the blankets. Your nightdress is wrinkled and bunched, and Sanguinius can see the tattered remains of your underwear on the floor from Konrad's ambush.

When the angel looks around however, he notices that Konrad is already gone.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Bound by Duty

Summary: Y/n is a Spring Court fae who’s loyal to Tamlin. Once she’s allowed to visit Feyre, she starts developing feelings for Cassian. But their love was never meant to be…

A/N: y/f/f = your favorite flower.

Warnings: angst, mention of abuse toward the end, Y/n being in denial about it.

Word Count: 3.1 K.

You can read part 2/alternative ending here.

The Spring Court had always been a place of comfort, beauty and peace. But lately, it felt suffocating. When Feyre came into your lives, she ignited something in Tamlin, and you grew to become close friends. With her gone, it felt empty, especially with Tamlin throwing fits of rage and being his broody self.

Before Feyre came into his life, you had been his source of joy amidst the curse and all. He had saved your life, and ever since, you stayed by his side, never refusing him a request. After Feyre left, you grew apart- or rather, he did.

“What’s wrong?” his voice cut through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. You blinked, almost forgetting that the two of you were eating dinner until he spoke. His brow was furrowed, concern flickering in his green eyes.

“Nothing” you lied, forcing a smile to your lips, though it felt strained.

“Don’t lie to me” he said, his voice growing firmer as he set his fork down, leaning closer. His eyes narrowed slightly as they searched your face “I know you. Something is bothering you”.

“What makes you think that?” you mumbled, your fingers idly playing with the food on your plate, unable to meet his eyes.

“You used to be full of life- happy. Now, you rarely even smile” he said, his expression softening, a flicker of something vulnerable flashing across his face.

“Oh! I hadn‘t realized that” you responded, blinking in surprise. You hadn’t noticed the change yourself, too distracted by everything weighing on your mind.

“Well?” He pressed, his eyes never leaving yours “What’s going on with you?”.

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll sort it out” you gave him another fake smile.

“There you go again, pretending that everything is fine when it’s not. Now, tell me what’s wrong”.

You sighed deeply, trying to keep your voice steady as you looked down at your lap “I don’t want to upset you”.

“You already have by not telling me”.

“Fine… I miss Feyre. I wish I could just visit her” you didn’t mean to say the last sentence- at least not out loud.

“Oh” you could see the pain on his face. He was silent for a moment, thinking about something. “If you wish to see her, you can go. You’re not my prisoner, Y/n. You may do as you please”. One look into his eyes and you could tell that he was afraid that you’d leave him too.

“I know that, but I don’t want to leave you. You come first” you said softly, your voice soothing as you reached out and gently placed your hand on his.

“Do you mean it?” he asked, his voice betraying his surprise.

“Of course. Tamlin, you saved my life. I’m indebted to you, and I’ll forever be grateful to you. I won’t go if you don’t want me to”.

“If it’ll make you happy, go! You have my blessing” he murmured, though his expression remained conflicted.

“Thank you” you said, offering him a genuine smile this time, one that felt real as your heart lightened.

—

Stepping into the Night Court felt like stepping into an entirely new world. You hadn’t left the Spring Court in years, and anxiety prickled at your skin. Not only were you nervous about traveling alone, but you’d heard stories about the Fae who lived here.

You had sent Feyre a word of your arrival and she informed you that one of her most trusted men would be there to pick you up.

Just as you looked up at the sky, a massive male with wings descended gracefully, his broad shoulders and muscular build making him appear more imposing. He was handsome- strikingly so- and you found yourself momentarily speechless.

“Are you Y/n?” he asked, his voice deep yet calm, though he raised an eyebrow at your wide-eyed stare.

“I- uh, yes, I am” you stammered, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you realized you’d been staring.

“Cassian” he introduced himself, extending his hand to you with a charming grin. “Nice to meet you” When you didn’t immediately react, his expression shifted to confusion “Are you alright?”

“Sorry” you quickly shook his hand, feeling the strength in his grip as warmth flooded your cheeks again. “I’m just nervous. This is my first time traveling alone”.

He chuckled “That’s alright. Come on, let’s go” he said, extending his hand once more, this time to help you as he prepared to take flight.

You hesitated for only a moment, before placing your hand in his, feeling the calluses of a warrior on his palm. His wings stretched wide as he effortlessly lifted you into the sky.

Arriving at the House of Wind, you saa Feyre waiting with the rest of the Inner Circle. Your heart lightened at the sight of your friend, but as you approached, a winged male with a more intimidating presence stepped in front of her, his gaze sharp.

“Az, that’s not necessary” Feyre said, stepping past him and wrapping her arms around you in a warm hug.

“She could be a spy for all we know” Rhysand added, his tone casual, yet assessing.

“You promised me you’d behave” Feyre turned and gave her mate a pointed look.

“I- I’m not, I’m not a spy” you stammered, your voice faltering as you tried to defend yourself, feeling your cheeks flush under Rhysand’s scrutiny.

Feyre smiled warmly at you “It’s alright, don’t worry about them. They can be mean to strangers sometimes” she reassured you, her hand gently squeezing yours.

“Hey, not all of us” Cassian chimed in with a playful grin, earning an eye roll from Feyre.

“Are you joining us for dinner, my lady?” Cassian asked, his voice carrying a teasing lilt as his eyes flicked to yours.

“I- uhm” you looked at Feyre, uncertain if you were welcome to stay that long.

“Of course she is. You are, right? You’ve come a long way, you must stay the night” Feyre insisted.

“I-” you wanted to object but seeing Feyre all hopeful, you relented “alright, but I have to leave early in the morning”.

—

While most of the IC remained distant, Feyre and, surprisingly, Cassian were friendly, making you feel more comfortable. Cassian in particular seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say.

“Even if relations weren’t strained, I would not be able to enjoy the Spring Court” Cassian remarked, his tone casual as he leaned back in his chair.

You turned to him, a slight frown tugging at your lips “Oh! And why is that?”

“I have an allergy” he admitted with a half-smile, causing Feyre to chuckle softly.

“That must be horrible… you must really hate flowers, then?” You asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

He shrugged with a small grin “I don’t hate them. I just can’t be near them. I do enjoy observing them, though. There’s something about appreciating beauty that you can never have”.

“Since when are you a poet?” Rhys teased, earning a sharp glare from Cassian.

Cassian tried to quickly divert your attention “What’s your favorite flower?”

“Uhm, I do like many flowers. After all, they’re unique in their own way. But if I must choose, then y/f/f. What about you?”.

Cassian grinned awkwardly “Me? My favorite flower is also y/f/f. What a coincidence!” he chuckled, clearly lying but trying to play it off.

The evening continued pleasantly, and talking to Cassian made you forget about the tension and your worries. You didn’t want the night to end, but eventually it had to.

Cassian volunteered to escort you to the quarters you were staying in for the night. As the two of you walked down the dimly lit hallway, the air between you shifted. Silence hung heavy for longer than you had hoped, the only sounds being your footsteps echoing in the corridor.

Cassian glanced sideways at you, his lips parting slightly before he finally broke the silence “Will you be coming back soon?”

You hesitated, lowering your gaze to the floor as you walked“Oh, I don’t know. Your friends didn’t seem too keen on having me here.”

Cassian gently bumped your shoulder with his “Don’t worry about them. They’ll come around. Besides, Feyre was happy to see you… and I was glad to meet you” he admitted, his voice growing quieter at the last part.

You finally looked up, meeting his gaze “Really? You don’t think I’m Tamlin’s spy? Here to tell him everything about you?” you teased.

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head “No, Y/n. I don’t believe you’re a spy” he said softly, a subtle, almost shy smile playing on his lips.

You sighed, your smile fading as you reminded him “I still have my duties, just like you have yours.”

Cassian’s expression tightened briefly, his brow furrowing as he spoke again “Of course. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you” his hand twitched at his side, as though he wanted to reach for you but stopped himself.

“No, no. It’s fine. I’d like to come back soon” you reassured him quickly, offering a soft smile in return.

Cassian’s face brightened at your words, his eyes gleaming with hope “And I’d love that very much”.

“I believe this is my room” you averted his gaze again.

“Right, yes. Yes, it is. I bid you goodnight” he stepped back slightly, clearing his throat.

“Goodnight, Cassian” you whispered, lingering for a moment before closing the door behind you. As it clicked shut, you felt a spark ignite your heart, an unfamiliar lingering in your chest.

—

It had been a while since your last visit, and when Cassian heard you were coming, he couldn’t hide his excitement.

This time, Rhys insisted on picking you up, leaving Cassian a little disappointed. He paced the living area of the House of Wind, his wings twitching with nervous energy as he impatiently awaited your arrival. Every minute that passed seemed like an eternity.

“They’re taking too long, don’t you think?” Cassian turned abruptly to Azriel, who leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, watching his brother with a knowing smirk.

“Relax, Cassian. They’ll be here any minute now. What has gotten into you?” Azriel smirked, knowing exactly why his brother was behaving this way, yet he decided to tease him.

Cassian huffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration “Nothing. I- I- it just, you know how Rhys can be. What if he threatened her and she decided to go back?” his voice held a slight edge of panic as he considered every possible worst-case scenario.

“You worry too much, brother. I don’t think Rhys is going to threaten her. After all, she is Feyre’s friend. He’ll treat her as such… but with caution, of course. She does work for Tamlin” Azriel reminded.

Just then, you stepped into the room, awkwardly waving, with Rhysand close behind you “Hey.” Cassian’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of you and he found himself staring.

Azriel gave a polite nod, while Cassian blinked, finally snapping out of his daze.

“It’s been a while” you said with a smile, trying to ease the tension.

“Far too long” Cassian replied quickly, his words coming out in a rush. “I- I mean Feyre missed you. She wondered when you’d be back”.

“Was it Feyre or you, Cassian? Because I do recall you asking her every day if Y/n was coming soon” Rhys exposed him and you chuckled.

Cassian’s face flushed, and he stammered “I- it’s- I” He couldn’t find an excuse fast enough.

“I have something for you” you approached him and offered him y/f/f in a glass container “this way you can have it without your allergy acting up”.

Cassian’s eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red “You actually brought me y/f/f. This is brilliant. Thank you” he said, his voice flustered as he took the gift, holding it like it was the most precious thing he’d ever received.

Rhys, ever the instigator, smirked again “I believe this is the first time I’ve seen you blush, Cas”.

“Shut up. You’re just jealous you didn’t get a flower” Cassian shot back with a playful shrug. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. For scary males, they certainly acted like children. It was not what you imagined at all.

Time passed, and your visits to the Night Court became more frequent. What began as excuses to see Feyre evolved into something else- you found yourself coming back for Cassian. You timed your visits for moments you knew Feyre would be busy, relishing the chance to spend more time alone with him. Your friendship deepened, but neither of you dared to speak of the feelings that lingered beneath the surface.

This all changed one day, as the two of you strolled by the riverbank. Cassian noticed something different about you- your usual joy was absent, and the weight of something unsaid hung in the air.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, stopping in his tracks.

You stiffened at his question, turning your face away to avoid his gaze “Why would you think anything is wrong?” you snapped defensively.

Cassian’s expression softened with concern. He placed hus hands gently on your upper arms, forcing you to stop walking. His grip was light but steady as he tilted his head down to meet your eyes. “We’ve known each other for almost a year now. I think I know when something is bothering you” he said quietly, his voice laced with tenderness.

You winced at his touch, the sudden sound not going unnoticed. Cassian’s eyes narrowed as he lowered his gaze to your arm, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your sleeve “Y/n, what is wrong?” his eyes began scanning your body, searching for any sign of injury.

“It- it’s nothing. Let’s just go” you stammered, stepping back slightly. You knew that if he found out, this wasn’t going to end well.

“No. Stop, please. Come on, tell me what’s wrong. Don't shut me out” he begged, his eyes searching yours for any clue.

“It really is nothing. I just bumped into the wall” you lied and knew he wouldn’t believe it.

Cassian’s jaw clenched as he raised his hand toward the top of your sleeve, fingers lightly grazing your shoulder. “May I?” he asked, his voice gentle, but his eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. You nodded reluctantly, and he carefully lowered the fabric, revealing the dark bruise on your upper arm.

“Y/n, this isn’t from bumping into a wall, is it?” his voice was dangerously calm.

“Let it be, Cassian.” You whispered, pulling your sleeve back up as you turned away.

“This is Tamlin’s work, isn’t it?” his voice trembled with barely restrained fury, and you could see him struggling to keep his emotions in check.

You sighed, unable to deny it. “And what if it was?”

Cassian’s nostrils flared, his jaw clenching so tightly you could almost hear the grind of his teeth “That fucking monster. I’m going to kill him” he hissed, his wings twitching in agitation behind him.

You immediately stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. “You can’t!”

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t”.

“I owe him my life” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Not anymore, you don’t. Not after what he’s done to you. Not after you’ve endured all these years by his side.”

Your throat tightened, and you shook your head, trying to make him understand “You don’t understand. Tamlin is not the monster you think he is. He didn’t do it on purpose, alright? He had one of his outbursts, a moment of rage. He didn’t mean to hurt me.”

“Now you’re finding excuses for him? He doesn’t deserve your love and kindness.” He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek gently.

You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch just for a moment before pulling away “That is for me to decide.”

“You can’t see it, can you? He is abusive. Look at what he did to Feyre. What he’s done to you. You say it was an accident, but what happens next time? What happens the next time he loses control? He needs to be stopped”.

“Please, you can’t go” you begged again, your voice breaking. You placed a hand on his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles.

“Why not?”

“You will disrupt the peace between the courts.”

“To hell with peace. I don’t care about any of that. He.Hurt.You.”

You reached up, cupping his face to calm him “Please, Cassian. If you're not going to do it for peace, then for my sake.”

Cassian’s eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into your touch, his shoulders sagging slightly Z the weight of his anger began to subside. He placed his hand over yours, holding it against his cheek as he exhaled slowly. “Alright, I won’t do anything. But you can’t go back to him.”

You shook your head slowly, knowing this was the moment you had been dreading “I have to.” You pulled your hand away from his cheek, stepping back.

Cassian reached for you instinctively, his hand grasping your arm gently as if to stop you “No, please don’t.”

You swallowed hard, the tears finally spilling over as you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. The world seemed to stop as his breath hitched, and his hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer. He kissed you back, his lips warm and tender against yours. One of his hands moved to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss, as if trying to hold onto this moment for as long as he could.

When you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “Please stay” he whispered against your lips, his voice raw with emotion.

You closed your eyes, wanting nothing more than to say yes, but knowing you could ‘t. “I can’t.” You whispered, stepping back. His hands lingered on your waist before finally falling to his sides. “I must leave. I think it’s a good idea that I don’t visit for a while” you said, your heart breaking with every word.

“What? No, no. If it is because of what I said, then I’m sorry. I just-”.

You placed a hand on his cheek again, cutting him off gently. “Hey, it has nothing to do with you… I’ve been spending a lot of time here lately, that I’ve neglected my duties back home.” This was one way of saying it. The truth was, Tamlin started to get jealous that you were spending more time with Feyre at the Night Court. He felt left out and that triggered his fit of rage. But of course, you couldn’t tell Cassian that. So the best thing to do was to stop your visits for a while…or forever.

[eggluverz]

GIFTS FROM THE HEART

PAIRING. dan hang x gn!reader

SUMMARY. dan heng sees a plushie of him at a vendor booth at belobog. he doesn’t understand that craze of “cute” things himself but perhaps you will like the gift.

SOF’S NOTE. inspired by this fanart on twitter!! check it out omg it is soooo cute :> i wanna hug dan heng so bad AHHH pls enjoy this lil random drabble! 

Dan Heng wanted to do something nice for you. There was no particular reason for this; no special occasion as the books would call it. It was simply an uneventful Wednesday and he wanted to do something to make you happy.

Since the Astral Express had been gaining more traction throughout the universe, they had somewhat acquired the semblance of a fan base. Now, he wouldn’t sugarcoat things. Most of the individuals they have encountered as a group wanted to put their faces on wanted posters, but there remained the few who cheered them on. And those few were incredibly loyal. 

One day, when he returned to Belobog, Dan Heng saw a booth outside the museum selling dolls. Plush toys, or plushies, as referenced in the records. The dictionary of everyday vernacular had grown increasingly useful to him.

In his studies of the modern world he lived in, Dan Heng also learned that couples tended to gift each other impractical things. Objects that were simply “cute” and held no real utility. Yet in his research, he found the receiving partner would tend to be overjoyed.

So, when Dan Heng laid eyes on the plushie created in his likeness, he felt the desire to gift it to you.

“Y/N,” he said, approaching you back at the Express. “I have a present for you.”

At the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, you instantly perked up. Dan Heng noticed that the smile on your face brightened even more when you saw the bag in his hands. He was pleased by your expression. Perhaps his studies did him well this time.

“You got me something?” you asked, bouncing his way. “I wonder what it is!”

He smiled at your excitement. He would get you small, random gifts everyday if it meant he would see you like this more often. 

As you looked through the bag and pulled out the plush toy of him, you broke out into a fit of giggles before jumping into his arms for an embrace. 

“This is so cute!” you fawned, giving the toy a kiss on the forehead. “Thank you, Dan Heng! I love it.”

As he took in your reaction, Dan Heng stroked the top of your head with a thoughtful hum. “Now, if you stay at the Express while I go out trailblazing, or vice verse, you will always have me with you.”

Your grin grew even wider at his explanation as you kissed his nose— The real Dan Heng this time. Not the plush toy.

“I know you’re always with me,” you assured with a gentle squeeze of his hand in yours. “But now I will forever have you to bring along and hold.”

He smiled fondly at your declaration before hesitantly asking, “Maybe I could get a plushie of you as well?”

You laughed, resting your head on his chest and holding the little Dan Heng to your own. “Of course I’ll get you one. Then, we can even make them have matching outfits!”

Dan Heng chuckled in response. He decided, he quite liked the sound of that.

[sinsinsininning]

Can i request a luffy x fem reader who's his childhood best friend and they're both as dumb and hyperactive as each other (she followed and stayed him when he started his pirate journey) and they also like each other but arent together and theyre just two puppies in love

I love dumb idiot x dumb idiot, with a smidgen of oblivious mutual pining. I’m keeping this to pre time skip and kinda vague timeline wise. Keeping this as SFW since you didn’t specify just to be safe.

Hope you like it ✨

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You’d grown up attached to his hip, returning with him to Dandan’s house after saving him from drowning. He’d fallen off a bridge he’d made and into the fast river, his elder brothers, Sabo and Ace, rushed to help him. But you’d been faster, watching the trio from the shore and being a great swimmer/fisherman.

His brothers had been so grateful they’d offered you protection and dinner at their home, your own family was broken up by war and violence just like theirs so you accepted. And while Dandan hadn’t been happy about another mouth to feed, she’d thought having a young girl around would help the three wild boys settle down and act better.

It didn’t.

Everyone was dismayed to learn you were just as crazy as Luffy and equally stupid. Though you both had your brilliant moments and emotional intelligence, time and time again proved that though wisdom was chasing you, you were faster.

That’s how it’s been as kids, your adventures so intertwined Luffy couldn’t remember a time you weren’t by his side. Even Garp mistakenly called you his grandkid half the time and never held back his training or punishment on you either.

As you got older, your ambition remained unchange. You wanted to see Luffy become King of the Pirates, which is why you were the first to join his crew. Over time as your crew gained more members, you were a steady pillar of loyalty.

Loyal to your crew, your captain, and your captain’s stupid ass.

Some examples of your daily hourly conversations:

“If you could only eat one food for forever what woul-“

“Meat.” Luffy cut you off.

“Too broad be more specific.” You smack his chest lightly, it’s late at night and you’re both stargazing on the main deck.

“Cooked meat.” Luffy said after thinking a moment. “You?”

“Hmmm Ice cream. Or potatoes.”

“Mmmm now I’m hungry. Lets ask Sanji for a snack.” Puffy starts to stand but you yank him back down.

“Can’t remember, he’s still mad at us for putting a regular carrot in the bin with the baby carrots so they’d have adult supervision.” You laugh together as he lays still, the only time he can be still is if it’s with you.

Or.

“Nothing to see here,” You whistle lowly, trying to keep Nami’s attention on you as you whiddle. “Love being normal. Peak ordinary! That’s me, heh no problems here. No one’s ever been this average.”

“Are you sick or so- GODDAMN IT LUFFY!” She cuts herself off to try and whack your captain on the head, but it was too late, he’d already grabbed her slice of cake and ran off. The red head throws her book at you as you follow after him.

He saved you a forkful, the rest was gone the second he started running, but for you. For you he saved a bit.

Or.

“We didn’t come here to make friends.” Zoro says as he holds his blade to an enemy captain after a short skirmish.

“We came here to make Best Friends.” You interjected.

“Yeah!” Luffy gave you a thumbs up.

“Shut up you idiots or I’ll slice you!” Poor Zoro’s blood pressure was insane with the two of you.

Or.

“I’m not surprised you’ve gotten a bounty.” Garp sighs, tired eyes locked on Luffy. “But I expected better from you!” He rounds on you, shoving his finger in your face accusingly.

“Shishishi! Well that’s your own fault, nothing to do with me.” You and Luffy laugh as Garp chases after you. The old man doesn’t miss the way, Luffy looks back to ensure you’re still stride for stride with him or the way he takes the heated blows aimed for you.

But.

Overtime, your feelings are softer and softer for him, but you have no clue what this means. You notice the little things he does for you, the things he’s always done for you only. You watch him listen intently to Sanji’s flirting advice -that no one really asked for- and try not to feel weird about it. It’s only when Nami finally just announces that you’re both in love that you finally understand. A little.

“Duh.” Luffy says when she tells the crew.

“Yeah of course we love each other.” You agree wholeheartedly, but a small part of you wonders if that’s what she meant. Your suspicions are confirmed when she groans exhaustedly.

“No, you guys are IN love with each other.” Ussop says, trying to help her out.

“Huh.” Luffy says contemplating it, you don’t say anything for once. You don’t feel embarrassed, you never do really, but you do feel curious and warm. “Like married people?”

“Jumping the gun a little there, but yeah.” Nami says, feeling a little accomplished now.

“I don’t know about that.” You answer honestly, cocking your head as you literally roll the idea around in your mind. Luffy isn’t glaring at you, he couldn’t glare, but he’s certainly making a face.

“It makes sense.” Luffy announces, staring hard at you. “I mean I don’t wanna marry Hancock.”

“But you know that doesn’t mean you wanna marry each other.” Ussop interjects.

“Yeah it does, she just needs to ask.” Luffy says like it’s obvious, which frustrates his crew, except you and Robin of course. You aren’t even shocked by his answer, it did make sense, you didn’t want to date Sanji despite him asking multiple times. But if Luffy asked you wouldn’t say no.

“Luffy you know it’s traditional for the man to ask the woman, right?” Robin asks gently, though she knows the answer.

“Huh? Then why is Hancock always asking me?” Luffy looks to you for an answer, you shrug just as confused as him.

“No clue, i don’t think I’ve ever met a married person now that I think about it.”

“Huh me either, I’ve never noticed. Shishishi.” You and him laugh again, but this time his hand entwines with yours.

“God you’re impossible.” Nami shouts, stomping off.

“Those two are made for each other.” Ussop rolls his eyes as you and Luffy start talking about wether it would be better to be a bird or a fish.

“Yes, isn’t it lovely.” Robin sighs as she watches you.

[antion-bewitching-bitch]

Prolouge 1 : The withered rose of a Deracinated Heart; Mary.

The Beating Embers of Van Der Heart.

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Descendants x male Oc (you can read it as a self-insert if you want).

TW: Sexual assault. I allude to The Mad Queen being sexually assaulted making her pregnant to Eli; so warning! If you wish to skip, I’ll just color the paragraphs of her assault in red so just skip those.

Word Count: 1k - It's shorter than the teaser but has more plot and story.

Little a/n: This will mostly focus on the Mad Queen (the mother of Eli, the male oc of the story)

Mary Elizabeth Heart. The once vibrant royal Red rose of Wonderland. Once a great ruler but somehow got a madness that cursed her to be a tyrant, sentencing countless of heads to be severed. Her half-sister Mirana Heart De Marmorea, was the daughter of the neglectful Red King and Marble-Like Concubine; was forced to over throne her. With a coup, Mary and her vessels who let her paint the streets blood red, were all imprisoned and stripped of their titles and power.

Now Mary was forgotten, no more was the Red Queen. She now was a withered rose, she was now the Mad Queen. Thrown to the land of the lost and forever remembered as a tyrant. Her and her still remaining loyal vessels left, however she birthed a baby. A child she got the day of her departure from Wonderland. Now a new blooming flower is thriving out of the withered rose that was once so beautiful.

Mary didn’t actually want him at first, nor did she expect to have him. But then she was seeded with a harsh hand on her when she was still chained to the wall and imprisoned in the dark dungeons of the Castle. In those dark hours of the night she was deflowered, her petals plucked rather harshly by a disrespectful knight; one that was supposed to only keep watch of her. She screamed and shouted but her sins towards others made them no longer care for her. Her past vessels can only listen to the nightmare all calling out for help with her in their individual cells but still, no one came.

She screamed so much that night that the day after she could no longer speak; while she was still a mess and tears stained her face, clothes ripped and hair messed with. It was never reported to the White Queen even when one of her vessels knew. She was more anxious and more ‘insane’ that morning after.

Surprisingly that day after Mary was harassed, the truce and peace of kingdoms was sent to wonderland. No matter how much Mirana the White Queen wished to hold onto her sister; to find a glimmer of hope that she will get better and everything will go back to before. To achieve peace, she had to send her to the land of the lost alongside everyone who they battled; no matter the history.

“For all nations to unite, we propose for you to send your villains to us. We shall make sure to contain them,  away from all their harm. For us to not be at each other’s throats anymore because of the sins committed by these villains.” written in a vibrant deep gold lettering. It was marked with the blue rose and golden accessories that symbolized the beast king and beautiful queen of Auradon.

For the people the greatest villain of their land was Mary, their Mad Queen. Mary Elizabeth Heart, The Red Queen was now just a faint nightmare to them. The White Queen’s vessels hold a ceremony the night of her departure, nor only as a celebration for their evil tyrant’s punishment; but also for their unity with the other nations. 

As the Queen, Mirana held her stance of being a leader and was at the ceremony with a gorgeous gown and beautiful crown that wonderful night. However as the half and only sister of Mary, she held her one last time before her departure towards Auradon’s land of lost that dreadful morning. Saying farewell and tearing up a quiet storm, this however was done behind closed doors. She wasn’t supposed to show empathy or sympathy for the former tyrant no matter what, for if the people saw this; They would riot.

Mary even in the curse of the madness still understood not to lash out or hurt her sister once she held her. In some twisted way she was thankful for the banishing, after experiencing that night. She was thankful she was gone from there. She knows if she was to be there for a little longer; it’ll happen again.

However once she was at that land of the lost, together with the few vessels that decided to still be with her till the end. She found out she was pregnant, a life inside her. Given by the man who now was her nightmare day and night; that made her no longer wish to be near any man she didn’t know beforehand. She hated this, she didn’t want to have it nor can she remove it.

She gave birth to it, but for half a year did not ever want to look or touch it. Only when they were alone one night when the baby was crying, did she finally look at it. He had her eyes, her hair, her skin. It looked like her, mimicking almost everything she looked like but on a baby boy. It was crying, asking for anyone to comfort it. Then while she was just staring at it a few inches near it, something snapped.

Her madness that would cruelly curse her and fog her mind, stayed down. Her sanity came back and she realized it was crying for help just as she was that night. She could help it, she could ease his pain. So just as she wished for someone to have helped her back then, she cared for him. They both cried while she held him close, she didn’t want to let go of him now. He became a beacon for her sanity, she still would have it but she would learn how to live with it.

The child was now finally named by Mary to be Eli, a name mimicking her’s. Eli Van Der Heart, the one and only child of Mary Elizabeth Van Der Heart. Now being banished and dethroned she was now severed from the royal family of Hearts. Now just being Van Der Heart; meaning now they were only “from Heart”. The new baby now being the blooming flower that this withered rose would look after and nurture.

An: HELLO, I FINALLY FINISHED THE FIRST PART OF THE PROLOGUE. This introduced the birth of Eli and a glimpse into The Mad Queen (here Mary Elizabeth Heart) and The White Queen (here Mirana Heart De Marmorea).

I might get to work on the next part after a small break from this. Also I plan to have multiple chapters for the prologue, to flesh out Eli and his relationships with the other VKs and also to flesh them out. Since personally I didn't feel like they had much character in the beginning other than just being the children of Villains and going against that.

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS! its the official start of the story! also if you wanna get tagged just tell me! i'll make a list <3

[mellorphic]

In Defence of c!Niki - a Four Part Analysis of Every Arc

People who didn’t watch C!Niki see, in the fandom, a big sister type character with girlboss energy who wants to kill a child. Niki isn’t that. She has a well-written narrative which focusses a lot on her relationships with others. Here is me breaking it down!

PART ONE: c!Niki’s Early Days (you are here)

PART TWO: c!Niki’s Rebellion

PART THREE: c!Niki’s Disillusionment

PART FOUR: c!Niki’s Healing

Niki joined the server a little while after the L’Manberg War for Independence and she immediately joined the nation as Wilbur invited her to it. Of course, Niki was close with Wilbur from the beginning and quickly she got close to Tommy and Fundy too. But a relationship that I find interesting was her bond with Eret.

From the get go, Niki is told by L’Manberg (read: Tommy and Wilbur) that Eret was a traitor and wasn’t trustworthy, and while she understood their apprehension, she remained friendly with Eret as they were nice to her. She had no real reason to dislike him because she had not been there during the war and therefore wasn’t betrayed by her.

Wilbur ends up talking to her about this.

N: you know I’m loyal to you, Wil! You know I’m loyal to you.

W: I don’t- I want you to be loyal to L’Manberg.

N: and to L’Manberg! I am!

W: […] just stick with L’Manberg! That’s all I’m looking for- that’s all I look for in- in a woman- <laughs>

N: I promise, I promise I will

W: okay..okay, I’ll trust you..

N: I mean, y’know, that is why I joined! I joined to join the independent nation, didn’t I?

W: you did.. you did. You did. And just not their independent nation.

N: no. Our independent nation.

I think this is the first really important bit of Niki’s character - she is loyal. But she won’t take what people tell her and trust it blindly. She wants to form her own opinions on things and on people rather than listening to what others tell her about them. And yet, even when she ends up disagreeing with someone on something it doesn’t affect their relationship. Niki quickly begins to trust Eret a lot and Wilbur doesn’t trust him at all. Despite this Niki remains loyal to Wilbur and assured him she’s loyal to L’Manberg too.

That’s another thing - she promised Wilbur she was loyal to L’Manberg. And she kept this promise for as long as she could. Throughout this analysis I’m going to reference this promise a lot because while it’s a mostly forgotten piece of lore I think it has a lot of potential to be bigger and to be talked about a lot more often.

Additionally, I think this shows that Niki is pretty good at reading people - she obviously knows Wilbur very well and can read him because of this, even starting to say ‘and to L’Manberg’ before Wilbur had even finished saying he wanted her to be loyal to it. At the same time, she’s able to figure out from Eret’s behaviour that he’s trustworthy. Analysing motives and behaviour is how Niki figures out who to trust and it’s important to remember this for the Manberg era when suddenly the behaviour and motives of people around her didn’t match up.

Niki showed her loyalty by making the nation’s flag, by telling Wilbur her fox Fungi was the mascot of L’Manberg, by creating her bakery, and by giving everyone lots of gifts. I’ve said it before that she was the soul of L’Manberg. She loved that nation and she lived and breathed its ideals. C!Niki was an idealist. I truly think she would’ve been happy to remain in L’Manberg forever, if it hadn’t changed. Unfortunately, though, change is inevitable and attachment is a main theme on the Dream SMP, and there were many people attached to L’Manberg. It wasn’t ever going to remain the same.

The first pet war was the first time we really saw how strong of a moral code c!Niki had, and it’s something a lot of people think she only developed later on. While she was initially angry at Sapnap, Niki only wanted an apology (but she refused to beg for one). She never wanted revenge like Tommy and Fundy did.

Early Niki is often regarded as naive, but I genuinely don’t think that was ever the case. She was kind and compassionate but she was never a pushover and she’s always been headstrong.

Niki joined Coconut2020 in the elections as Fundy had told her they could bring peace to the Nation and make it better. It’s important to note that she was extremely upset when she learned he had committed voter fraud. Niki cheered despite coming in last place and this made it clear she’d be happy regardless of whether or not she won, as long as the people were happy.

[sergeantgoggles]

I am DEEPLY offended that the jessixcase family au was left out of the list, so I'm going to demand you tell everyone else about it 💙

I am also deeply offended that I forgot to add them to the list! Especially because it’s one of my favorite AUs!

This is a No Order 66 AU (and Hardcase doesn’t die on Umbara) where the clones win the war and start to integrate into society. Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase are an established throuple and end up being given an apartment (or renting, but I like the idea of them just being gifted a whole ass apartment). Kix remains active, choosing to further pursue his medical studies and becomes a surgeon on Coruscant. I can’t remember if Jesse and Hardcase pursued jobs, but I’m pretty sure Jesse stayed active with the military to help Rex and Cody. Either way, not super important to this AU.

What IS important is that they adopt two baby clones before the Kamino facility gets shut down. One of them is a little older, 4 years, and the other is still barely a year old-ish.

Meet Cosmic (Coz) and Vi.

Coz is a proud, fiercely loyal kid with blond hair (like his Uncle Rex) and heterochromia (one hazel, one violet eye). Vi looks nearly identical to Kix, even more so when he gets older and cuts his hair the way his daddy does during the war.

(Note: Kix is Daddy, Hardcase is Papa, and Jesse is Buir.)

Anyway, I could actually gush about them forever, so I’ll just post a little snippet of stuff that we’ve talked about in the server about them because this family makes me so incredibly happy and we don’t talk about them enough.

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Kix comes home from work in the morning and falls asleep on the couch with his baby while he and his older brother watch cartoons.

He gets them some breakfast and then lays down. Vi abandons his breakfast and crawls up onto the couch with his daddy and falls back asleep with him. (Vi is the cuddle bug of the family).

Jesse wakes up to feed them and finds Coz sitting on the floor with a box of cereal in his lap and Kix sound asleep to the sounds of Blue's Clues and Vi faceplanted in his chest.

Coz  quietly waves and whispers, "Hi, Buir!"

Jesse's heart melts and he sits down next to Coz, asks if he can have some cereal, and Coz passes him the box. Jesse eats a handful and asks Coz if he wants anything else for breakfast

Coz just grins and leans against his side. "I want eggsssss."

Jesse snorts and hugs him. "Eggs? I can do that."

He turns to try and prod Vi awake because he shouldn't be sleeping that late, but he whines and buries further into Kix, which stirs Kix. Kix is exhausted, but he sits up with him and tells him he has to eat breakfast. Vi agrees, but only if Kix stays with him. So, Kix, tired, sits through breakfast, though he's thankful for a hot, Jesse-made meal and stumbles into bed with Hardcase after Jesse gets the boys started for the day. A hot meal with his babies, some sweet kisses from Jesse, and a cup of his favorite (non-caffeinated) tea goes a long way toward healing the stress of an overnight shift, and a nap with Hardcase is a perfect way to finish it.

Kix asks if he should wake Hardcase and Jesse shakes his head.

"He was up late. I can handle the boys and take them out for a few hours. Besides, you know he sleeps better if you're with him."

Kix just smiles. He feels bad because his job doesn't allow a lot of room for switching schedules, but he is always happy to crawl into a nice cool bed in a room darkened by blackout curtains with one of his favorite people.

[girlfromflor]

SLYTHERIN BOYS AS Cigarettes After Sex lyrics.

Mattheo Riddle - Hot.

“Is it all in my head? ‘Cause I keep getting scared that I’ll always be lost forever. But I don’t give a shit if I’m too delicate, when you hold me it’s always better.”

he probably gets a lot in his head, so is natural for him to overthink his relationships

and after years of people telling him who he is, he actually “accepts” that he is a lost cause - which is actually just the result of him being guilt tripped by people who just wanted him to remain the same troublemaker his family painted him to be

so in a response to those impulses he just wants to be hold, and loved

he doesn’t give a fuck if it’s too soft of him to do so, as long as he’s by his lovers side

Theodore Nott - Tejano Blue.

“I always will make it feel like you were the last one. Get in the waves like it was the first time. Bless your heart, make you part of my life forever and always.”

he’s faithful and loyal and a huge family guy, so i guess it makes sense he would commit to “till death do us apart”

he’s not one for big love declarations, but deep ones

he probably just loves to know he relates to this type of lyrics

and can’t wait to sing them for the his lover

Blaise Zabini - Silver Sable.

“Stay with me now, I don’t want to be lonely. Know how you feel by the way that you hold me. And when we kiss, we don’t need to close our eyes in the dark at all.”

he’s the type to feel insecure about how worthy of love he is, so it can be quite lonesome

but when he loves he’s so down bad and devoted that he becomes part of his lover, just as much his lover becomes part of him too

so the last line is a extra relatable since it kind of express how intimate the couple is

they don’t even close their eyes while kissing, they have been stripped down to their soul

Lorenzo Berkshire - Bubblegum.

“To picture you with those other guys is driving me crazy all the time. Well, I never wanted you to be with you. But I think I’m falling, so what can I do?”

he is a bit possessive and a weak man when it comes to jealousy - people messing with what’s his, for that matter

so it just makes perfect sense that he only realizes he’s in love is when he feels jealousy boiling up his very soul by the mere thought of his lover with other guys

and he likes to play cool and pretend he doesn’t have feelings

but is very fucking quick to acknowledge them and accept his in for a ride

Draco Malfoy - Keep on Loving You.

“And I meant every word I said when I said that I love you. I meant that I love you forever. And I’m gonna keep on loving you, ‘cause is the only thing I wanna do.”

he’s definitely the type to make being in love his whole personality

so is natural to make big statements like “loving you is the only thing i want to do” because yes he will quite literally dedicate all of him to make it work

also, the “i meant every word i said” suits him so well, since he is dead serious about everything related to his lover

he’s gonna keep on loving no matter what, that’s his motto for real

[teleiapotami]

NaLu Day 1

Happy NaLu Week! I am super excited to take part in my first NaLu week! I hope you all enjoy! Day One. @allaboutnalu @thenaluarchive

Anniversary

“Your anniversary with Lucy is coming up Natsu. Did you forget again this year?” Happy flew in circles above Natsu’s head. His tone was teasing, as though he already knew the answer to his question. Natsu chose not to answer, staring out at the quiet guildhall. It was a rainy day, so most people stayed home rather than hang out in the hall. The quiet atmosphere coupled with the grey skies had made his mood sour. Anniversary huh?

Natsu had not forgotten. In fact, he hadn’t forgotten any of the years that the others thought he had. He just didn’t understand anniversaries the way the others did. An anniversary is the celebration of the first time you did something, right? Why does only one first matter?

Looking around the guildhall he could see a hundred firsts as though they were printed into the wood grain of the walls and tables themselves. At the doorway, he could see the first time he brought Lucy to the guild. She had gaped at the sign with a look of such wonder and fulfillment that even then it made his pulse race.

The request board, though a completely different one now after so many years, held the memory of the first job they took together. Everlue’s mansion seemed like such a lifetime ago, and yet the lessons he learned about his partner were still at the forefront of his mind. It was there that he learned of her strong sense of justice, her compassion, and her uncompromising ideals.

In the corner of the room sat a large box full of iron scraps, Gajeel’s snack box. The smell of the iron always reminded him of the day Phantom Lord had attacked them and kidnapped Lucy. That was the first time he realized that she meant much more to him than just a teammate. The battle against Gajeel had taught him that Lucy was loyal, brave, trusting, and above all, she was his. He hadn’t known at the time why he felt that way, but it would always be a memory that resonated within him.

Hanging on the wall, a painting Reedus did of the Tenrou Team held the first time he realized that Lucy loved him. She hadn’t said it, and still wouldn’t for a long time after that moment, but he understood it all the same. In her fight with Kain Hikaru of Grimoire Heart, he found himself trapped in rubble and begged her to run and save herself, but she refused. The massive man had lifted her by the head to face Natsu. Expecting her to be afraid or resigned, instead her face wore the largest smile he had ever seen. Her words echoed in his mind: It’s always more fun when we are together. It was a mantra he carried with him every day.

The shelf behind the bar houses a large silver trophy bearing an engraved Fairy Tail emblem. Emblazoned on the base are the words ‘X791 Grand Magic Games – Fiore’s Greatest Guild – Fairy Tail’. In this relic rests many memories of firsts. The most significant was the moment he watched as Lucy died. In that moment he found himself facing the concept of a world without her and found it unbearable. That horrific moment was branded into his mind as the same moment that he realized he was in love with Lucy. He swore to save and protect her future, a vow he maintains even now.

Hanging from the rafters is a tattered flag with the guild emblem on it. The same one he pulled from the rubble just before the war against Alvarez. The bittersweet feeling matches the tattered remains perfectly, as this is the memory of the first (and last) time he left Lucy behind. A year in seclusion, training to become strong enough to protect Lucy’s future forever. But for her, it was a year of seclusion without him or any of their friends. Looking back at the training time now, Natsu can see that the most valuable lesson learned in that year was how much he wanted to be by her side, always.

“I’m going for a walk Happy; I’ll see you back home.” He wanders absently out into the drizzling rain. Even the weather held an anniversary for him. It was raining like this the day he first kissed her.

A picnic in South Gate turned into a mad dash for cover from the sudden downpour. The sound of her giggles and squeals still rang in his ears, bringing a smile to his lips. Hiding under a small awning, they watched the rain fall from the sunny sky. His arm was around her shoulders, drying the wetness from her clothes with his warmth. She told him of Sunbursts, a kind of rain shower that bursts forth from a sunny sky, just like the one that day. He’d watched her face as she spoke of how her mother told her that Sunbursts always preempted some of the most beautiful moments in life because they guaranteed a rainbow at the end. When she turned and smiled up at him he captured her lips with his own, leaving both of them glassy-eyed and panting gently. “I guess your mom was right…” he’d murmured to her. She had thrown her arms around his neck, attaching the memory of their second kiss to the sound of rain on the pavement as well.

Passing by the apartment on Strawberry Street was always full of memories. Glancing up at the window made him grin at the number of times he’d broken into her home to wait for her. His favorite anniversary held there was the night they had slept together. A long mission surrounded by their team, with no time to themselves, ended with the couple tangled together in Lucy’s bed. Exploring each other’s bodies had been the sweetest adventure, and it was one Natsu enjoyed embarking on as often as she would let him.

Ahead and to the left stood the trinket store where he purchased the small ring that changed their world in a big way. He’d never dreamt of being married, but when a glint in the window caught his eye, he couldn’t look away. A braided silver band with a golden strand twined through it supported twelve small diamonds surrounding a star-shaped opal. He had begged a loan from the only man he knew could keep a secret to buy it. How could he work extra to save for it quickly when Lucy went with him on every job? Gray had agreed, only after Natsu showed him the ring. It was perfect for Lucy, and there would never be a better one.

Looking up he realized he had almost made it to their house. Quickening his pace he crossed the remaining distance and slipped inside. His clothes steamed dry as he made his way to the kitchen where he could hear Lucy singing to herself. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he planted his chin on her shoulder. She turned in his arms and kissed him softly, studying his face.

“Hey, what’s up? You look like something is bothering you.”

He smiled slightly and brushed his nose against hers. “Nah, I was just thinking about our anniversary.”

She pressed another gentle kiss against his lips. “Which one?” The question made Natsu grin. He didn’t know why he let the others get to him. He may not celebrate anniversaries the way others expected him to, but his Lucy understood him. Moreover, she accepted his way of thinking and loved him for it. “All of them.” He buried his face into her neck, inhaling his favorite scent in the world. “I love you, Luce.”

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[shrinkthisviolet]

🌀🌥️🌪️

🌀: Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

Here’s an idea I’ve been tossing around in my head the last few days:

“Cisco," Barry crooned, “my best friend ever, I was stupid to take you for granted. I’ll never do that again, I swear on my life. Won’t you help me?” Yes, Cisco almost said, but he pushed it down. Something about all of this was off. “Why me?” “Why not you?” “Why not Iris?” “Because I need you.” Barry's soft gaze pierced his. “You’ve always been my hero, you know?” Cisco’s heart skipped a beat. In which Savitar is a little smarter and doesn’t stop at just using Dante against Cisco...and expands his plans to not just use Cisco, but recruit him. After all, what better way to better his future than to make sure his best friend, the most powerful meta alive, remains loyal to him forever? Except...with Cisco recovering from his grief with Barry and Caitlin’s support, Savitar knows that using Dante won’t be an option for much longer. Good thing he looks exactly like (and has all the memories of) Cisco’s best friend.

Yeah the Savitar bug has bitten me hard 😅 can you tell (this is currently a gen idea, but if I ever write it, I’m not averse to potentially making it Barrisco/Savisco 👀)

🌤️: Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP

“Caitlin,” Dr. Wells said gently, “what Morgan did, the choices she made—” “She’s a child.” “She,” he replied sharply, “is my child.”

I have a few favorites, but this is definitely up there 💞 Eowells is the worst, and this is one of the scenes that encapsulates why

🌪️: Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags

Hmm for the CF AU reunion fic, to name a few:

-Brother-Sister Relationships -Sibling Bonding -Barry Allen is a Good Brother -Protective Barry Allen -Eobard Thawne's A+ Parenting -POV Barry Allen -Hurt/Comfort

wip ask game!

[stellarcat52]

Dread Spellbound- Part 2.1

<Post season 2, Daniel has a small amount of dread magic inside of him. His friends are trying to trust him to fight it off, but it's hard, and the ghost of Jayce isn't helping.>

<Magic corruption, violence, not really a happy story. self sacrifice, death (kinda) forced transformation>

There are two endings, this is the ending in which Daniel isn't powerful enough to keep the Dread contained. Please read part 1 (this) first.

Daniel was taken aback. “I’ll try to call more often, promise.” Shak nodded, and was gone. The sound of deadbolts locking was nothing compared to the hammering of Daniel’s heart.

Jayce was angry with him. The Dread was angry with him. 

The transformation came all at once. The horns spiraled out of his skull, bigger than ever before. The tail, it had came out before but now it grew out barbed and sharp, more like a weapon than another limb. Then it was the wings. A first time for everything, right? He screamed in agony as his back was ripped apart and blood spattered everything behind him. The dread would never let him bleed out, no, no, of course it wouldn’t. Of course, purple skin grew to fill in the holes.

When the pain had receded enough to let cognitive thought take over again, Daniel realized he had missed the sound of the deadbolts unlocking again. He saw Shak take another picture. She had heard him, she had seen him transform. It must have been horrible, but not as horrible as the dread would have him do to her.

“Don’t make me hunt her.” Daniel sobbed as the dreaded purple took over his face. “Run, Shak. Run.” 

Shak did run, and Daniel was just strong enough to fight every urge to follow her until the door was locked again and he was trapped. Forever this time, he hoped. 

“You. Do you know what you’ve done? You’ve doomed us!” Daniel tried but the transformation wasn’t going away. “We could have ruled the world, Kings! That is who we should be! But no, you’re loyal to this world that has brought nothing but misery to us. And so you’ve chosen death!”

As Jayce’s rage burned his body, Daniel struggled to breathe. “Of course I did. I’m a Spellbound, self sacrifice is kinda our thing.”

Jayce grabbed him, lifting him to his feet by his throat. “You will not die a Spellbound, you will not die a hero.” Jayce’s claws dug into his neck, only causing more blood to join the stuff starting to pool on the floor. “You will die a monster.” 

–

Lucy had ignored the cameras she had set up in the Bodega for weeks now, but after Shak came to her, out of breath, she decided it was time to disrespect Daniel’s privacy. That didn’t matter much anyway, what was in there wasn’t Daniel, not anymore.

She called for her best Dowsers, she told Shak to go home and stay with Hoagie no matter what happened. 

By the time they got to the bodega, whatever had become of Daniel seemed to have vanished. He shouldn’t have been able to get through the door, but he was gone. What remained was a lot of blood, and a ferryman’s token- a parting gift from what was left of Daniel Spellbound.

When they check the cameras later, they’d see Daniel howling in pain as the dread fully took him over, and then they’d see him glitch around the room, looking at the map that led both Daniel and Jayce to the coffer, and then vanishing forever

They would never find him, not even in the bermuda triangle which Lucy insisted they search top to bottom.

Daniel had a funeral, and during it Lucy repeated something she had heard Daniel say on the recording seemingly to no one. “He was a Spellbound, self sacrifice was kind of their thing. At least the Dread vanished with him."

[buckysgrace]

Thirty Eight

Kim

She loved Pearl. There was no other way around it. Pearl had come in and scooped her whole heart up. She was sweet. She meowed when she was hungry and would rub her body against Kim’s ankles when she wanted food.

Sometimes she got a lot of energy at night and only occasionally did she jump out from the corners of the hallways and attack ankles. Kim still gave her treats, still dressed her up like she was a little baby doll. She liked how fluffy she was, her big blue eyes and how she loved to have the attention on her. 

Kim was forever grateful to Billy. She felt like he had gifted her something that she had so desperately needed without knowing it. She felt a little safer when she slept at night and Pearl would curl up next to her pillow and rest her soft cheeks against her skin.

She had tried to reassure Billy, to tell him that she didn’t need anything else but he seemed keen on punishing himself. She still felt hurt over what he had done, but that was all forgiven. She thought that she still trusted him, but part of herself just seemed unsure. She tried to shake her thoughts, knowing that just because he hadn’t been loyal to others in the past, didn’t mean that their relationship would be the same.

“I have to go,” Kim cooed as she leaned over to kiss the top of Pearl’s fluffy head. Her eyes remained closed as she snuggled closer, part of her tongue hanging out of her mouth, “I’ll see you later. Keep Billy company for me.” She teased softly as she fluffed her sheets around Pearl’s body. She feared that Pearl would get too cold while she was gone. 

“Right,” Billy snorted as he gave her shoulders a soft squeeze, “Cindy gets to teach me how to watch the cakes rise today.” He stated softly as she turned to look back at him. She raked her eyes over him for a second, pleased with his clean shaven face and calm eyes. Whatever episode he’d been going through before was gone. She only felt bad that he had to do it alone while he was in jail. 

“Good luck,” Kim grinned softly as she looked up at him, “She’ll probably ask you about jail. And possibly about going out with you.” Kim responded sheepishly as she turned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He brought his thick hands against her waist, holding her softly as his lips grew into a smile.

“Would you have eventually done it?” He asked her curiously, tilting his head so his blonde curls touched his shoulders. She was sure that his hair was officially longer than hers. She liked it and she thought that he really enjoyed having it long as well. 

She pondered for a moment, but she already knew her answer. She felt a bit bad for what it would be, but it was the truth. She didn’t want Cindy around Billy, because she knew exactly what Cindy would try to do. She felt a burning sense of jealousy suddenly, sure that it was white hot and written all across her features. 

“If Tommy or Steve offered you the same thing, would you let them?” She asked instead as she slowly twisted her fingers around his curls. She blinked away the image of Dakota on his lap, the way she’d been resting her hand against his shoulder. Kim was sure that it made her eyes twitch. She desperately wanted to bring up what Billy would’ve done if she had been sitting on someone else's lap, but stayed silent. She didn’t want to fight over something that was supposed to be settled. 

“Fuck no.” He responded quickly, his dark eyebrows drawn together as he looked bitter over the answer. She grinned as she pulled away, reminding herself that everything was alright between the two of them. He hadn’t been doing anything suspicious. He had only lied about taking drugs because he was ashamed. There was nothing else hidden. 

“Then no,” She smiled softly, “It was really sweet of Steve. I hope he’s not bitter about Casper- I mean, Steve JR.” She said a second later, wondering how the little piggy was doing. He was cute. The more Kim thought about him, the more she was reminded of Steve. She thought it was perhaps the long, untidy hair on the rodent that built up similarities between the two. 

“It’s a rat,” Billy scoffed as he rolled his eyes before he gently squeezed her ass, “Come on before I get in trouble for being late.” He told her, sending her an urgent look as he tapped her ass again. She giggled as she stepped out of the room, trying not to mention how only last night he had been trying to convince her to feign being sick on the last day before break. She was quickly reminded how little Rosemary trusted her now.

Kim always liked school the last day before most of their breaks. The teachers didn’t seem as grumpy, equally as excited to get out of the building. Their homeroom had a mini party, to which Kim brought in some cookies that Rosemary had whipped up the night before. 

“You missed it.” Audrey said pointedly as Kim held a cupcake up to her lips. Kim felt her eyes widen three different sizes as she breathed in roughly, setting the dessert down on her plate as she recalled an earlier conversation with her. 

“Oh,” Kim breathed out softly, “I’m sorry. I had family things come up and -,” She began to explain, knowing she had a good explanation as to why she couldn’t have gone anyways. Audrey cut her off before she could fully finish. 

“You promised.” She said as she crossed her arms over Kim’s desk. Kim paused for a second, her eyebrows knitting together as she thought of their conversation over again. In no way did Kim recall promising to go. Especially after she found out that Sam and Rosemary weren’t as particular about where or who she was seeing. Well, at the time they won’t. 

“I didn’t,” Kim said at last, speaking cautiously as she approached the subject, “I said I’d think about it. I just never got back to you. Things happened.” She replied as she nodded her head slowly, surprised at how she didn’t feel guilty. Even if she had promised, she would’ve missed it. She was a mess while Billy was away. She had felt even worse when he refused the visits or to at least call. She found one way to soothe herself through the guilt of him being away while she got off clean. 

“It’s fucking shitty.” Audrey huffed out in annoyance, rolling her eyes like Kim had done something awful. Kim pursed her lips together, feeling a little annoyed as she shook her head in disagreement.

“It wasn’t a full agreement though,” Kim reminded softly, “I told you, things happened.” She explained, feeling a little bitter as she was left to recall how shitty her week had been while Billy was gone. She had never felt so lonely before. 

“Like what?” Audrey asked in disbelief, but edged a little closer like she was digging for information. Kim shook her head as she took a large bite out of her cupcake. She chewed it for a moment, hoping that the rush of the sugar would wash the irritation from her veins. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” She said a little more stern, “It’s my own business.” She shrugged her shoulders at last, feeling a little more reassured in the way she spoke even though she could feel her face burning again.

Audrey pouted her lips out, but nodded her head despite the disappointed look across her features. She turned away again, leaving Kim along to her plate of dessert while she opened her book again. 

She excused herself from ceramics half way through the class, frustrated with how her gift for Rosemary was turning out. She’d restarted it twice, but was beginning to feel like she would never get it right. 

“How do you feel about this test?” Danielle asked as she sat up near the window, smoking as she looked out at the view. Kim shrugged her shoulders as she played with her nails. They didn’t have the same class period, but did share the same teacher. It would be during her last class. 

“A little nervous I guess,” Kim said softly, “I think it’ll be okay though.” She admitted, knowing that there weren’t a lot of classes that she had ever done bad in. Even with everything going on, she was still doing alright in school. Sometimes it was just easier to bury herself in her books than deal with other things that were happening. 

“Here,” Danielle persisted as she handed Kim a little bottle, “Liquid luck.” She said teasingly as she dropped it into Kim’s palm. She stared at it, all too familiar with the little bottles that she’d been drinking throughout the week with Danielle. It did relieve her stress, as much as she hated to admit it. 

“I don’t think getting drunk will help with my test.” Kim said seriously, quite sure that it would only make things worse. She had been reminding herself that Billy was back, so she no longer needed to make herself feel better. She didn’t need to drink anything away as nothing was wrong. 

“It’s about helping your nerves,” Danielle laughed as she reminded Kim of what she had previously told her. She brought one of the bottles up to her lips, “I’ve had like two already.” Kim turned towards her intrigued, not noticing a difference in her behavior. 

Kim lingered for a moment before she did what she knew she shouldn’t. She brought the tiny bottle up to her lips, letting the smooth liquid drain down her throat as she savored the burn and the way it made her body warm. She was getting better at drinking them, her face no longer contorted into such disgust.

“Do you want another?” Danielle asked her curiously, although she held out four little bottles. Kim stared at them for a moment before she nodded her head, taking them in her hands and shoving them into her large cardigan pockets. She always drank them before she got home, too afraid that Sam might find the little bottles. 

“I hope you have a good break,” Kim spoke up once they were finished, a little giggly as they headed back to class, “You’ll have to bring me a postcard or a picture.” She told Danielle seriously, thinking it would be cool to see what London looked like.

“I can bring you if you want.” Danielle said cheerily, linking their arms together as she dragged Kim back to class. She felt her eyes widen, completely taken aback by her suggestion. She meant no offense, but she didn’t think she’d want to travel somewhere that far with just Danielle. 

“No,” Kim said quickly, “I mean my mom is coming for Thanksgiving. I can’t leave.” She added, hoping that she didn’t sound rude as they settled back into their own table. Ceramics was always busy, people bustling back and forth as they worked on their projects. Their teacher hardly paid attention, probably didn’t notice that the girls were gone for so long. 

“Oh fun,” Danielle replied dryly, “Why did your parents separate?” She asked curiously as they sat back down. Kim stared at the project in front of her as she picked up her little scoop again, determined to get the design correctly. 

“Lots of reasons,” Kim said softly, “My mom hates him. I’m not really sure how this is going to turn out.” She admitted as she shrugged her shoulders, hoping that it wouldn’t be something bad. She desperately missed Susan. No matter how many times she called, Susan never answered. Wayne had a few times and always said that she was busy or gone. It wasn’t very reassuring. 

She felt all too giddy by the end of the day and she realized that Billy was back to picking them up. She felt happy, chattering with him freely about how his day was. She liked listening to him talk and wished he wouldn’t feel like he had to be so reserved now that he wasn’t manic anymore.

“Were you drinking?” Billy asked, stalling her movements before she could walk into the house. She looked at him with wide eyes, a flush settling over her body as she awkwardly tugged on the strands of her backpack. 

“I had a little bottle,” Kim admitted softly as she felt the shame rising inside of her chest, “Is that bad?” She asked him seriously, fearing what his answer would be. She was still sure that she was doing the wrong thing, even after he had told her otherwise. She was scared but she couldn’t stop. 

“No,” He said softly, “But maybe start chewing gum or something. Make sure no one can smell it on your breath.” He told her as he held out a piece of gum to her. She grinned as she took it, popping it into her mouth as she felt the minty flavor spreading over her tongue and cheek. 

“Oh,” She said softly as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, “I missed you.” She told him seriously as she squeezed his shoulder softly. She knew it was risky to be affectionate outside, but she couldn’t help herself. She did miss him dearly. 

“I missed you too,” He said as he nuzzled his cheek against hers, “You know, you can drink around me.” He told her seriously as he gave her hand a soft squeeze. He pulled away as a car drove by, trying to look as casual as possible. 

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be drinking.” She replied, already shutting that idea down. There was no way that he would be drinking or doing any sort of drugs ever again around her. She was even cautious about weed, wondering if that would only make things worse on him. Even if he was denying it, she knew that he wanted it. 

“I’m not supposed to be doing drugs,” He told her softly, “But if you want to get drunk I’ll watch you.” He grinned in response, looking like it was a grand idea. She paused for a moment, searching his calm eyes. They were gentle, but she could notice a bit of desperation in them. She wondered if he still believed that she didn’t trust him. 

“Okay,” She said softly, “If you’re fine with that. We don’t have to do that today.” She reassured him as she walked inside, not sure if she should drink much more. She grinned widely, knocking her backpack off so she could bend over and scoop Pearl up into her arms. She always greeted her at the door.

“Yeah, take care of that brat,” Billy mumbled as he picked her backpack up with a shake of his head, “She won’t leave me alone. I can’t even piss in peace.” He responded bitterly as he walked to hang her backpack up on the rack.

“It just means that she loves you,” Kim told him seriously as she bumped her nose against Pearl’s wet one, “She’s a little princess.” She cooed happily, holding Pearl in her arms happily as she walked over to pull the tupperware from her bag. 

She felt a little nervous as she held Pearl in one arm and the Tupperware in the other. She paused as she walked forward and placed the dish into the sink, waiting for Rosemary to ask how her day had been. She stayed silent. 

“How was the bakery?” Kim asked instead, trying to sound as cheery as possible as she stroked her fingers through Pearl’s soft fur. She purred in response, curling up to Kim like she knew how anxious she felt. 

“Alright,” Rosemary said softly, “How was school?” Rosemary asked as she continued to look ahead at whatever she was working on. Kim felt her lips curling into a frown, clearly knowing that Rosemary blamed Kim for what had happened. It had been tense between the two of them the past few days. Kim wasn’t sure what had changed, but something clearly had. 

“It was good,” Kim said softly, “I had a chemistry test today, but I think I did alright.” She mused quietly, hoping that Rosemary might think of something else to add. She wasn’t used to Rosemary’s cold shoulder, and wasn't really sure what she had done. She knew that she had lied, but so had Billy. She supposed it was because Billy was her son, however, Sam hadn’t treated him differently since everything had gone down. It made Kim feel even more guilty, like this was all somehow her fault. She thought in a way that it was. She should’ve never agreed to go to that party in the first place. 

“That’s good.” Rosemary said, dismissing her softly as Kim felt her shoulders sag. She dragged her tongue across her teeth, feeling the bumps and dips as she raked her brain for something else to say. 

“Any big cake orders coming up?” She asked, thinking of the first thing that came to her mind. Rosemary shook her head.

“Nope,” Rosemary said quickly, “We’re closed for Thanksgiving.” Kim was suddenly glad Billy didn’t want to tell her. She feared that Rosemary would blame her for the whole relationship, like she had manipulated Billy. 

Rosemary left the kitchen without another word, leaving her recipes out on the counter as she held her head up high and passed Kim without a sparing glance. Kim sighed roughly, wishing she knew how to make it up to her. 

“That was tense.” Max mumbled as she looked up from the dining room table, holding her skateboard on her lap as she scrubbed off some of the mud from where it had rained earlier in the week. 

“She hates me.” Kim mumbled underneath her breath. She sat down at the table, fiddling with the bag she’d left there yesterday as she pulled out some kitty sweaters. She settled them down on the table, ignoring the look Max sent her as she began to try the clothes on Pearl. 

“I think that’s a little dramatic,” Max told her seriously, “I think she’s just blaming herself for everything that’s happened with Billy.”  She shrugged her shoulders, like it wasn’t a big deal. Kim shrugged her shoulders softly, sure that she was partially being dramatic. At the same time, she felt that she was right. 

Sam entered the kitchen, gently sliding the patio door shut behind him as he breathed in deeply. Kim looked at him curiously, thinking he looked a little more disheveled than usual. 

“You look nervous,” Kim said softly, watching as he leaned over to give Max a kiss on the top of the head, “Is everything okay?” She asked him seriously, feeling a little bad for all of the stress he must’ve been going through lately. “Just thinking about how your mom will react,” Sam said as he walked over and repeated the same motions to Kim, “How’s Pearl?” He asked, dropping his hand to pet at her white fur. Pearl arched her back in response, purring as she rubbed her face against the table. 

“I think she looks better in blue,” Kim decided as she held Pearl up, showing off the little sweater she’d gotten for her, “She’s a sweet kitty.” She declared before she kissed Pearl’s cheek. Max snorted, but quickly looked away as Kim shot her a look. 

“Uh huh,” Sam said, looking like he agreed with what everyone else had to say about Pearl. She couldn’t help that Pearl had random bursts of energy, “She’s a kitty for sure.” He said at last, giving her another pet. Pearl swatted her paws out this time, like she was trying to take a hold of Sam. 

“Don’t listen to them,” Kim said, using a baby talk as she kissed Pearl’s cheek, “You’re my sweet kitty.” She said in a sing song way, happy with the way Pearl settled up against her. Russell burst through the room a second later, looking intrigued.

“You have a phone call,” He said as he glanced towards Kim, “Someone from Hawkins.” She rose quickly, setting Pearl down on her chair as she did so. She felt relief pool through her, sure that it had to be Susan calling. 

“Hello?”

“Kim!” Addi’s voice rang out on the other line, “Where have you been? I haven’t heard from you.” Kim felt guilt sinking into her stomach, eating at her as she knew it was the truth. So much had happened recently that she hadn't had time to think about calling Addi and keeping her updated. 

“Oh,” Kim blushed softly, “I’m so sorry. These past few weeks have been so busy. How have you been?” She asked quickly, tucking her hair behind her hair in hopes that Addi wouldn't ask what had happened. 

“Did you hear?” Addi spit out over the phone, “I’m coming with!” She shouted cheerfully, making a smile pull onto Kim’s lips. She had desperately missed her friend and felt like this was the best news that she’d received in a while. Other than Billy being released from jail, of course. 

“You are?” Kim squealed over the line as she held the phone tightly against her ear, “That’s great! I’ve missed you.” She gushed out, feeling like she hadn’t had a real friend since she’d gotten here. She hadn’t clicked with anyone the same way she’d clicked with Addi. 

“I missed you too,” Addi replied quickly, “I’m so excited to meet your dad. You guys are better then?” She asked, sounding a little worried as she spoke. Kim leaned against the wall, almost picturing what Addi was doing now. She could hear the Mamas and the Papas playing in the background and was sure that Addi must be curled up on her bed. Kim wondered if it had snowed there yet. 

“I guess so,” Kim said softly, trying not to think about it too much. Sam really was being helpful and understanding towards her. She just wished she could break through whatever wall was separating the two of them, “It’s still a little complicated but he’s really trying.” She said at last, feeling proud of her answer. 

“Gina said he was hot.” Addi’s statement took Kim by surprise. She opened her mouth, then shut it again before she held her lips wide in shock. She blinked a few times before she pulled the phone away and rubbed at it, sure that she had heard her friend wrong. 

“I-,” Kim paused, her cheeks burning as she pulled the phone back up to her ear, “That’s my dad!” She said at last, unsure of what else to say. She felt her nose wrinkling up in disgust, suddenly feeling very bad for Billy and Russell and the way people teased them about Rosemary being so pretty. 

“And Gina said he was really attractive,” Addi giggled on the other line, “I’m sorry.” She spoke between her giggles, sounding excited as she spoke. Kim shook her head in dismay, hoping that the other two were just trying to mess with her. She didn’t want to think about anyone finding her dad attractive. 

“Oh gosh,” Kim sighed as she shook her head, “How does Eddie feel about coming?” She asked instead, desperately trying to change the subject. She could feel the disgust rising in her stomach as she quickly shook the thought away. “Things are fine,” Addi brushed off Kim’s worries, “We’re all cool now. Eddie said he probably deserved it. He was pretty proud about the bruise that he got after.” She mentioned offhandedly. Kim chewed on her bottom lip, hoping that Eddie actually meant that. She supposed that she’d just have to worry about what Susan thought. 

“Good,” Kim said softly, “When will you get here?” She asked in excitement, wondering how it would be to have so many people in the same house. She could tell that Rosemary was excited about the prospect. 

“Sometime on Wednesday I think,” Addi said, “It seems like it’s a longer drive than I remember.” She exhaled deeply, sounding like she wasn’t a bit excited about the drive. Kim nodded her head in agreement, thinking about how the drive had been terribly long. She wished she could remember the name of the gas station with the glory hole, just to send Addi a warning. 

“I can’t wait to see you,” Kim said briskly, “Maybe you can share a room with me?” She questioned more to herself, trying to think about how they’d rearrange the rooms now. She had a feeling that Eddie and Addi wouldn’t be allowed to share a room either. 

“That would be fun,” Addi gushed in excitement, “I can’t wait to see you. Don’t forget to call me, alright?” She questioned softly as she gave Kim a stern reminder. Kim chewed on her bottom lip softly, not wanting to bring up what had happened with Billy.

“I won’t forget this time,” She promised softly, “I’ll see you soon.” She repeated her goodbyes, hoping that this visit would be smoother than what she was anticipating.

//////////////////////

“What are you doing?” She grinned as she sat up on her knees, her pillows bouncing around as Billy sneakily entered her room. She gave him an unsure look, watching as he triumphantly held up a few bottles of alcohol. “It’s the last day with you before we get moved around,” Billy grumbled as he kicked the door shut behind him, locking Pearl out, “I want to enjoy it.” He said briskly as he leaned over her bed to press his lips against hers. She smiled softly, enjoying the way his mouth molded against his. 

“How are we going to sneak around?” She teased him softly, wondering if he had been thinking about the same thing. They had never had so many people in the house before, it was going to be cramped and awkward. The only way she could make sense was maybe in the shower and that was only if they timed themselves correctly.

She also had to consider if he was still having issues getting hard. She didn’t want to admit it, but she had been worried that it had been about her when he brought it up. She was fearful it was because she didn’t look the right way, that something had shifted between them that she couldn’t get back. 

“I have no fucking idea,” He groaned as he plopped onto the bed with her, “I can’t go that long without you.” He grinned softly as he pressed his shoulder against hers. She smiled back, enjoying the joyful way his eyes lit up as he looked towards her. 

“We’ve gone longer,” She said slowly as she leaned forward to kiss his nose, “Just about everyone knows anyways.” She reminded him. The only people that really didn’t know were Russell and Rosemary. Perhaps Wayne, but she was already sure that Susan had ranted about them to him. 

“I think it’ll just make it worse if everyone did know.” He said a second later, nodding his head as he thought to himself. She watched the way his eyebrows furrowed together, the slight disappointment that crept along his features. 

“Maybe,” She agreed, thinking that he was probably right, “But maybe not.” She added a second later, trying to sound more hopeful. She was hoping that she was reading into her interaction with Rosemary wrong. They had been fine a few days ago. 

“Here,” He mumbled as he twisted the lid open on the bottle for her, “It’s fine, really.” He told her softly, his eyes glazing over the way her features were wrinkled up tightly. She could feel her mouth beginning to salivate, already missing the taste of it on he tongue. 

“What if my dad finds out?” She asked, even though that wasn’t the question she was thinking about. She knew she was being silly. He had already reassured her that there was nothing wrong with her drinking once in a while. She just needed to remember to control the habit. She could do that. 

“He won’t.” Billy reassured her, bumping her nose softly as he pressed the bottle into her hands. It felt heavy, but she liked the smell that lingered against her nose. She brought it up to her lips slowly, drinking a big gulp like it was a cool glass of water on a hot summer day. 

She drank until she felt silly and giggly. Billy encouraged her, like he was wanting her to let loose as he gave her bottle after bottle. She tried not to feel guilty, knowing that he was just feeling guilty for everything else that had happened. She knew it was dangerous, knew that he had no idea what she was really dealing with. 

“You’re so pretty,” She spit out as she drew her fingers across his jawline, enjoying how he felt in her fingertips, “Why are you so pretty?” She asked him seriously, tilting his chin up softly so she could get a better look at him. 

“I guess ask my mom,” Billy teased her softly, pretending to bite her as her finger lingered too close to his mouth, “Why are you so pretty?” He asked her, sounding just as serious. She jerked her head back, giggling softly as her eyes struggled to stay focused on his pretty blue ones. 

“I’m not as pretty as you.” She told him, wishing she had his thick eyelashes and curly blonde hair. She twisted her fingers through his hair, pulling herself onto his lap so she could get even closer. Her veins felt jittery, her mind fuzzy as she pressed her forehead against his. 

“Now you’re being weird,” He teased her as he shifted her in his lap, “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He mumbled as he flicked his eyes across her features, his lips curling into a grin. He pressed his fingertips into her skin softly as she tilted her head, sitting back a bit to look at him seriously. 

“Even in porn?” She asked him, teasing him just a little bit. He looked at her a little surprised, his dark eyebrows raised in amusement. He chuckled softly as he gave her flesh a soft squeeze, tickling her sides. 

“Even in porn,” He confirmed as he pecked her lips, “Much better than any of those girls.” He chuckled as he pressed his lips against hers repeatedly. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she pulled him closer. She slid her tongue against his lips, licking away the taste of nicotine and mint from his tongue.

He hummed against her mouth, his fingertips lightly digging into her skin as she rolled her hips forward. He sighed against her open mouth as she dragged her tongue along the roof of his mouth, savoring the feeling of their tongues against one another. 

She pulled away slowly, her eyes wide with want as she followed the trail of spit that connected the two of them. She licked it away slowly, watching the way his blue eyes grew darker. She giggled softly, enjoying the feeling of his bulge against her thigh. 

“I wanna suck your dick.” She told him seriously, not caring how blunt she was as she scrambled onto the side of her bed. She grinned up at him, laying on her tummy as she pawed at the soft material of his pajama pants. 

His eyes were wide, staring down at her in disbelief like he couldn’t believe her words. She blinked up at him, smiling brightly as she moved her hand over his lap to palm at his hard on. She sighed softly, remembering what he felt like with her fingers wrapped around him. 

“Okay,” Billy breathed in softly, lifting his hips up just enough that she could free his thick cock. She breathed in deeply, feeling in awe of it as she leaned forward enough to lick away the precum from his tip, savoring the taste of him on her tongue, “Shit.” He breathed out softly as he moved his hands to tuck her hair behind her ears.

She took her time, teasing him slowly as she flicked her tongue across his slit again. She shifted a bit, moving her hands forward so she could slowly wrap her fingers around his cock. She admired how tan his skin was against hers, how red his tip was as she slowly rolled her hand down to his base.

She kissed his tip messily, sliding her tongue underneath his tip as she closed her eyes. His groans pressed her on as she lazily stroked him in her hand. She rolled her tongue along his skin slowly, teasing him as she slowly pressed him into her mouth.

“Fuck,” He hummed softly as he pressed his hand against the back of her head, playing with her hair as he urged her to go a little faster. She relaxed her jaw, pressing her tongue against the base of his cock as she slowly bobbed her head, “You’re such a dirty slut.” He groaned lowly as she continued to suck on his fat tip.

She pressed her hips down roughly against the mattress, squeezing her free hand against Billy’s waist as she rolled her tongue along his curves and ridges. She closed her eyes, pressing him in even deeper as she moaned around his girth.

His groans became louder as he jerked his hips up, pressing his cock deeper into her mouth as he petted her hair. She felt herself gagging, furrowing her eyebrows tightly together as the sense came over her suddenly and harshly. She pulled away, inhaling deeply as she tried to catch he breath. 

“Not so rough,” She warned him as she swallowed the drool that was dripping down her lips, “Just enjoy me.” She told him softly, sticking her tongue out as she tapped his cock against it. His eyes flashed, looking like he was almost too lustful to agree to her demands before he nodded his head.

She started her motions all over again, slowly licking around his cock before wrapping her lips around him and hollowing her cheeks. She closed her eyes, concentrating on making him feel good as she ignored the bubbling feeling that was growing in her stomach. She was suddenly feeling too hot. 

“Fuck, fuck,” He breathed out roughly, “Your mouth feels so good baby.” He urged her to move down further, groaning loudly as his cock hit the back of her throat. She felt her eyes widening, wincing as she felt something stirring in her stomach.

“Careful,” She said between spit, licking it away as she looked at him seriously, “I think I ate too much.” She mumbled as she pumped him roughly, enjoying the way he was jerking his hand up into her palm.

“S’alright,” He told her eagerly, his eyes wide with lust as he watched her, “I’ll be careful. I promise.” He begged her, looking like he couldn’t wait another moment as he urgently tugged on her hair. She nodded her head, licking away the rest of the drool before she slid him into her mouth again. 

She moaned at the taste of him, quickly licking around his curves and ridges again as his cock weighed heavily in her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly, taking each inch slowly in her mouth to keep from upsetting her stomach any further.

Billy was restless, obviously still desperate from being unable to get hard a few days ago. He tugged on her hair again, pushing her head down roughly as he pressed his hips up hard. She gagged around him, his cock hitting the back of her throat as she felt the sensation taking over again. 

Kim pulled away, with just enough time before she was vomiting on the floor between Billy’s legs. She heaved over his lap, narrowly avoiding his feet as she emptied her stomach. She gagged, her eyes squinting shut as tears fell into her eyes. 

“Oh shit,” Billy’s legs spread quickly as fear laced in his tone, “Oh fuck. I’m sorry, shit.” He cursed, sounding in disbelief as she laid over his legs. She felt a sob breaking into her chest as embarrassment took over. 

She was almost too afraid to leave, too afraid to see what his face was as she sobbed between his legs. He awkwardly shifted, tucking his now soft dick away as he kept his feet spread widely. She sniffled hard, pulling away softly as she covered her hands over her face. 

“Hey,” She shook her head, listening to the way Billy shifted around the bed. She sighed deeply, hiccuping as she tried to wiggle herself away, “It’s okay. Just wait right here. I’m going to get a towel.” He mumbled, but all she did was cover her shaky hands over her eyes to hide herself away. 

She breathed in deeply, trying to stall the way her heart was beating roughly and how the sweat was forming down the base of her neck. She sniffled a few more times, wiping at her nose and her eyes as she scooted to the edge of the bed. 

“I can clean it,” She croaked out, her cheeks hot as she watched Billy bend down to the floor and wipe it away with a few towels, “Please. Let me get it.” She mumbled, still feeling weak in her knees as she sat up. She sniffled roughly, her breath catching in her throat as she began to stand. 

“It’s fine,” Billy reassured her quickly, giving her a soft look as he cleaned it all away and then folded it away. She felt a numb feeling settling over her body, feeling dumb for how this night had suddenly gone, “Do you want a bath?”

“I don’t know,” She blubbered out, “I didn’t mean to puke.” She told him quickly as she wiped her eyes again, wondering if he would ever trust her to go down on him again. He paused for a moment as he wrapped the towels up.

“Don’t worry about it,” He said softly as he stood up to push her hair behind her ears. She shook her head, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. She couldn’t believe her actions still, in disbelief over how she’d so easily thrown up everywhere, “I’ve done plenty worse. I once got my windows mixed up and snuck back in through dads, then puked all in his loafers.”

Kim shook her head suddenly, feeling a little crazed as she began to laugh at the thought of Neil wearing around loafers. Billy hummed softly as he pushed her hair from her hair, touching her gently as he rocked her back and forth.

“Let’s go take a bath,” He suggested softly, “It’ll make you feel better. I promise.” He told her softly as he kissed her forehead. She sighed deeply, nodding her head as she wished for the humiliation to go away.

He took her hand, giving her a soft squeeze as he tugged her out of the room. She followed him, dragging her feet against the hardwood floors as he tugged her towards the bathroom. She peeked down the hallway, ensuring that they were alright before she walked inside after him.

She didn’t get much out before he was stripping her out of her pajamas and warming up the water for her. She shivered a bit, feeling exposed as the cold air nipped at her skin. He held onto both of her hands, being gentle with her as he helped her stand into the tub.

“You’re not joining me?” She squinted her eyes as she looked at him, wondering if she had gotten puke all over herself without realizing it. He chuckled as he filled a cup up with the warm water and slowly dumped it over her hair.

“Not tonight,” He hummed softly as he lathered up some soap onto his hands and began to scrub it through her hair, “I just want you to relax.” He replied gently as she tried to focus on the way his fingertips felt against her scalp. She sniffled softly, her cheeks feeling raw. 

“That was so embarrassing,” She mumbled as she wiped at her face, feeling silly for crying over it, “I’m sorry.” She told him truthfully, hating how easily that had happened. She was sure that she had never felt so humiliated before in her life. He held his palm over her forehead before he sprinkled water over her head again. 

“Why are you sorry?” He asked her, chuckling softly as he washed the rest of her hair out, “I kept pushing you. I should be apologizing.” He told her softly. She picked up the sound of anger in his tone, not liking how he was somehow pinning this on himself again. 

“You’re too hard on yourself,” She told him softly, leaning against his hand even though the water was beginning to drip onto the floor, “Thank you for taking care of me.” She told him truthfully, enjoying the way he began to wash the rest of her off. Her arms felt like noodles, like they were glued to her sides. 

“Figured it was about time I returned the favor.” He told her softly as he continued to wash her off. She wiggled her toes, watching the way they poked out of the water as she fought the urge to lean back against the tub and close her eyes. She was suddenly tired. 

“You already had,” She reminded him softly, but didn’t want to linger in her thoughts about Logan, “I’m so glad I have you.” She told him truthfully, knowing that no one else would take care of her in this manner. He chuckled softly, finishing up his job before he pulled the drain on the tub. 

He dried her off, doing his best to stay gentle as he helped her dress again. He brushed her hair out softly, giving her soft reassurances as he did so. She gave his knee a soft squeeze, leaning into him softly as he peppered a kiss against her forehead.

She scrubbed her teeth clean after that, desperate to get the taste out of her mouth. Billy joined her a second later, his eyes glazing over towards her in the mirror as she did her best to relax. She wondered if this would change his opinion over what he had told her.

“Do you feel better?” He asked her softly as he brushed his thumb across her cheek. She leaned against his touch, inhaling his strong scent. She closed her eyes as she rested against his skin, enjoying how he felt against her. 

“Yes,” She mumbled softly when she finally opened her eyes, admiring the sweet look in his blue eyes, “Thank you.” She told him gently, wrinkling her nose softly as he leaned forward to give the tip of her nose a soft kiss. 

“Don’t thank me,” He told her sternly as he gave her bottom a swift pat, “Off to bed.” He ordered a second later as he shut the light off on the two of them. She stumbled out for a second, holding her hands against the wall until her eyes grew adjusted to the darkness.

She walked towards her room, still feeling a little out of it as she felt the paint from the walls dragging against her palms. She glanced at the pictures briskly, wondering how Sam had felt when he was in this same state.

“Fuck,” Billy cursed loudly, making her snap her head back towards him, “Damn cat.” He mumbled, bending over to pick Pearl up by her scruff. She meowed softly, looking quite proud of herself. 

“She’s just a baby,” Kim told him softly, teasing him lightly as he dropped Pearl into his arms. He jerked her forward with his chin, giving her a knowing look, “Bossy.” She mumbled playfully, not blaming him if he really was upset. She walked forward, slowly crawling into bed.

Billy dropped Pearl onto her chest lightly before he adjusted her pillows behind her head. He tucked her in a second later, smiling softly as he leaned over to kiss the top of her head. She looked up at him, suddenly feeling like she was very small.

“You better get some good sleep,” He told her gently as he rubbed his index finger against her chin, “It’ll be a big day coming up.” He mumbled as he traced his thumb across her bottom lip. She felt a shiver race up her back as she nodded her head.

“I love you.” She mumbled softly, hoping he still felt the same way even though she almost vomited all over his dick. His lips curled into a lazy smile.

“I love you too,” He said softly, “I bet more than what you do.” He sent her a sly wink, but looked like he fully believed his words. She shook her head but was too tired to fully argue with him. She felt her eyes shutting harshly, the prospect of sleep calling out to her like a lullaby. 

[aajjks]

NWO!JK

“what? no, they’re your good luck crystals” you whine but jungkook slides the colorful bracelet on your wrist anyways. now that you’re his, he’s got all the luck he’ll ever need. after he puts it on for you, jungkook laces his fingers through yours and resumes eating his savory food, occasionally telling you ‘i love you’ every now and then. you give jungkook an eskimo kiss and say “i love you too” before eating from your plate again.

as the date goes on, jungkook suddenly tells you that he hopes you love him wholeheartedly. mask on or off, he wants to make sure that you’ll love him no matter who he is without judgement. will you trust him? will you love him no matter what? will you remain loyal? will your choice always be him?

“because I know that I will always love every single part of you”

and he’d kiss every single part of you too. he’ll love you through storm and rain, as a fly or a worm, jungkook will always love you and only you. your name is in engraved in his heart and all he thinks about you. he sounds obsessive but to him, he’s so in love with you that even if things went the complete opposite, he’d still wear his heart on his sleeve for you.

is it too much to ask or tell you that even if you changed, he’d still love you? all he wants is that same unconditional love back but only from you. nobody else but you.

“jungkook, i’ll always love you” you say as your hand reaches up to caress your boyfriend’s scarred cheek. “no matter who or what you are, i’ll still be right here. if you need a friend then i’ll be your friend. if you need a shoulder to lean on know that you can always lean on mine. no matter what happens, i’ll always be here for you. ready to love you, hold you, and be whatever you need me to be. i wasn’t saying ‘i love you’ to half of you. i was saying it to all of you because that i love every *kiss* single *kiss* inch of you”

now that jungkook has worn the crystals and have been given to you, it associates your heart with his. you love for him increases, your mind, thoughts, and dreams are consumed by jeon jungkook. he’s all that you want and all you’ll ever need.

~🫧

The way you look at him has his heart racing.

There’s so much love in your eyes. No one has ever looked at him the way you have. Especially the way you’re looking at him now makes his heart flutter in ways you can’t even imagine.

You make him feel so safe that he wants to tell you that he’s Spider-Man the man you’ve been kissing for the longest time but he can’t at least not now, until he gets rid of the black cat.

You are an integral part of him, and if anything ever happened to you because of him or his careless actions, he would never forgive himself

“Aw… right now.. this is the best moment of my life..” you must be thinking that he is so cheesy and maybe a little obsessive, but he doesn’t really care about that.

You have said and promised to love every part of him.

“I just hope that you will stay with me forever because I’m so used to you yn.” His big eyes are mirroring your emotions right now.

“You are my pretty girl.” He coos, and the truth is you’re so beautiful. So attractive. And such a kindhearted person.

Who wouldn’t fall for you? “Ah.. I cannot believe that you’re my girlfriend now you know… I can’t wait to go to college on Monday while I show you off.” He squeezes your hand again.

You make him want to be a better man, and you have his whole heart in your hand, it’s your choice, whether you want to crush it or keep it, cherish it forever.

He’s got your heart locked in. And he will cherish it forever? Protect it until his last breath.

He just hopes that this night will never end because he doesn’t know if it will come again.

[skaiadog413universe]

I acquire pippet origins!

(puppet Master included)

*inhale*

Okay get ready cause there’s a lot to unpack here. Be warned though, everything I’m about to spout is just my version of the story, so everything here is 100% non cannon. You have been warned.

(Okay 1, 2, 3, go)

A long, long, long, basically a few thousand years ago, there lived a little boy in a cabin at the edge of the forest. One day, the boy went outside to play with his friend, when suddenly a big shadowy figure emerged from the woods. It was tall, dark, and quite frankly monstrous in appearance. Though it’s face was obscured by shadows. The boy tried to run away from the beast, but it was too late, for the thing had taken hold on him. It started by tearing off the boys legs so he couldn’t run away. Then it tore off his hands, so he couldn’t crawl away either. Now in any normal circumstance, this would have killed anyone, but alas, we are in no normal circumstance. The demon used shadow magic to keep the boy alive, and it turned him into something unrecognizable. A tall figure cloaked in shadows, the only visible part of his body being his yellow glowing eyes. Forever imprisoned to do the demons bidding, this was how the Puppet Master was created.

Pretty messed up yeah? Well don’t worry it gets worse.

Some thousand years later the demon of shadows gives its puppet a task to creat its own minion. A loyal unyielding subject to carry out orders. In the process of making it, the Puppet Master used the remains of other dead shadow entities to create it’s magic. Who knows what unholy monstrosities were thrown into the mix there. However, something went wrong. The combinations of shadow magic used during the ritual seemed to cancel each other out, so instead of getting the dangerously powerful result expected, we got…this.

Needless to say, the Puppet Master was not happy.

Cut to some years later and the main game plays out as normally. The only difference is that in this version of the story, after the Puppet Master is defeated he is finally freed from his imprisonment as a puppet, instead of just…dying. Pippet is also freed as well. There’s a lot of other stuff that I wanna explain, but this rant is already long enough as it is. I’ll give lore details some time else. Ciao.

[izuom]

favorite kpop group(s) tag game!

tagged by : @writingmochi thank you for the tag lissie!! (and ofc for always having me included in these!)

sorry i cuss a lot

who is your favourite kpop group?

oh boy.. i hope i’m able to answer this without having to list down more than 10+ groups all at once (i’m being serious) but if having favs that you’re constantly updated to then : bts, txt, le sserafim, enhypen, nct dream, riize & aespa!

which member sparked your interest first?

i’m having the toughest time now but here we go

bts : JUNGKOOK! who else other than our used one of the main rappers (WE LOST TO RAPPER JUNGKOOK BEFORE 2015 AND IM STILL BITTER but out of honesty that sadnesses washed away the moment when he decided to birth outro : love is not over and let’s just say i’ve never been fine since then) bro has been an all-rounder since day one and to that he was the one that made me to discover bts (touché)

txt : yeonjun (duh) i was once a bts popper so the moment we were getting a new boy group under bh i just knew i had to check them out. i mean yeonjun is literally every moa’s first love so it’s almost understandable for him to be the first member for you to be interested to LOL

le sserafim : huh to the yunjin (are we serious? that woman slayed on her first day job) it’s mesmerising to see that source music *blood coughing* decided to give us a closure…………… but miss it girl yunjin, duh she’s a starstruck i know it’s getting out of the phrase but i’ll always be grateful that she becomes an idol. the world (read kpop) wouldn’t be the same without her existence. 

enhypen : SUNGHOON!!!!! ON AN ICE RINK!!!! SKATING!!!!! LIKE ???? IVE NEVER SEEN AN IDOL WHO WERE AN ICE SKATER BEFORE LIKE ??? THATS THE MOST PUREST BEAUTIFUL FORM SOMEONE COULDVE BE???

nct dream : mark! bc he was one of the members that were introduced first as part of the nct u sub-unit. i first watched him performing the 7th sense debut performance on music bank and was surprised to see him in the other remaining sub-unit under sm (but then i figured it out that nct IS a group that consists few sub-unit) (i was confused, still am)

riize : wonbin. any attractive man with long hair never not makes me HOOKED on a first sight. he’s majestic. AS HELL. he plays the guitar very well too?? 

aespa : karina!! also i think this was everyone’s normal occurrences of having karina as the first member that sparked your interest in aespa bc same. i only know her first in aespa like she’s mentioned in every fic or edit or on stan twt like… she’s everywhere it’s crazy. (the power she holds)

who was your first bias?

INTERESTING

bts : hoseok. man do we need to replay my first love? HE WAS THE MAN OF MY LIFE.

txt : soobin,, ARE WE SURPRISE AGAIN 

le sserafim : chaewon! i think the answer is there.

enhypen : sunghoon (forever will) 

nct dream : jisung. bro when i say that i used to have a serious crush on him? 2018 zu was a jisung’s whipped era.

riize : sungchan! 90s love was a life experience. (man decided to just make a cameo and slay as fuck) i know we are suppose to talk about sungchan in riize but he’s my first bias in riize ONLY because i knew him first alongside with shotaro (sungtaro slay) 

aespa : KIM MINJEONG. YOU CANNOT TALK TO ME ON HER. SHE WAS MY FIRST LOVE??? 

who is your current bias?

basically just the same except for bts & nct dream :D

bts : yoongi (i am a joke)

txt : soobin (salute for being this loyal)

le sserafim : chaewon

enhypen : sunghoon

nct dream : renjun (....... surprise surprise)

riize : sungchan (eventho i highly think this won’t last long….fuck)

aespa : ningning

what makes them your current bias?

bts : I KNOW CRAZY. i’ve been there for hobi since 2014 esp around those times when no one was there to appreciate him truly as one of the members (DARK TIMES FOR ME, we do not talk about that) but then 2017 yoongi came in. it’s just something about yoongi himself that soothes my soul in peace. the way he thought of things in his own perspective without disrespecting anybody and the way he’s just a full walking comfort a person could be for anyone, for me particularly. his godly, incredible amount of times he’d shown off his talent in rap, producing and things he’d done. i can talk about yoongi that people wouldn't be able to understand bc he’s so ?? what a person is supposed to be. is there anything to prove why i decided to change a bias? 

txt : when soobin was introduced as the second member of txt (gurl) when i told you that soobin introduction film was… a first love at sight moment, it was true. soobin has been the love of my fucking life since then. actually no there’s so many things that i love about soobin. so many things, it’s unexplainable. i can confidently say that his voice caught me off-guard on a first listen. i know it’s dramatic as hell (ANYTHING I SAY ABOUT MY BIASES ARE SO QUESTIONABLE BUT I AM BEING SERIOUS) he has the rarest vocal on his falsetto? he’s doing it effortlessly too? if that’s not enough to actually prove my point of him being my bias then idk what is. man is majestic as hell too. (BONUS POINT!)

le sserafim : AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH god chaewon… honestly, i wasn’t a wiz*one bc produce 48 was shitty as hell. (I WATCHED EVERY MNET SURVIVAL SHOW EXCEPT FOR THIS) neither do i like the final debut lineup for iz*one. i just couldn’t pinpoint what was missing but that’s not the point of that rn. well. for me, i think the majority of people would have agreed with me about this but chaewon is better off with le sserafim. (AUDIENCE GASP) i COULD NEVER say that she caught my attention even the tiniest bit when she was in iz*one, but she did ON A FIRST SIGHT OF HER DEBUT IN LE SSERAFIM. the way that she kept on improving and i didn’t even know that she can dance so well???? (this woman is literally everyone’s type and it’s FUCKING understandable) i watched their documentary too and i love her even much more than i should’ve? i think having chaewon as my bias, it’s emotional. i am emotionally attached to her and i don’t want to seek therapy. 

enhypen : *internally crying, hysterically screaming* are we ready to hear the part of me losing almost entirely of my sanity? i was away from home for the first time for my college, and never really bothered to get updated with my kpop life. those days were.. hectic (as everyone did) but long short story i was on tiktok, at my room, at home since for so long, AFTER my hectic first sem and i just so happened to stumble upon a sunghoon edit on an ice rink, skating WITH THE TIMOTHEE TREND SONG (2020 WAS 4 YEARS AGO TOO?? GOD) AND IM LIKE ??? WHO IS THIS? I NEED TO KNOW WHO IS HE. yk i haven’t watched iland yet at that time (and probably shouldn’t so that i wouldn’t have to endure the trauma that show gave me), and only decided to watch it bc of him. I JUST LOVE LOVE skater park sunghoon a lot more than myself (that should be considered as normal btw) and i never regretted checking out on iland bc if i don’t i wouldn’t have known just how unique his talent is? you can ACTUALLY tell he has the most unique way of dancing, as if he’s dancing with every bit of his skating method and combining it to his dancing style and it’s just ?? beautiful… god park sunghoon i love him a lot.

nct dream : crying as i type this, i love renjun a lot. man is so demonically pure. i haven’t been on nct shit for SO LONG until last year (only applicable for nct dream) and i am attached as shit as they wanted me to be. i think re-stanning nct dream (i will say this forever if i’ve to prove how much they mean to me) was the peak of the third quarter of my life last year. but as for renjun, he’s just so easy to love? for me, his own persona to things as a person always never makes me so deeply attached. (like the fucking loser i am) renjun have a lot of things you can say a lot of things to, like his vocals? (ik you can confidently say that sm has the most vocals out of that shitty company) but i LOVE to listen to his voice. he’s singing with his emotions and my soul thaws in silence every time. HES ALSO SO ROMANTIC LIKE??? MAN CASUALLY JUST ASKED HIS TEAMMATES TO HAVE A MATCHING FRIENDSHIP RINGS LIKE? 

riize : as for sungchan, i think i'm still learning about him. I know i’ve seen him a few times (more than 10 times on screen as for the appearance of the inkigayo and being part of nct) but i still have a lot of things to learn before i can list things down. (gurl you’re in love with another member)

aespa : i love everything about ning yizhuo. i honestly have no idea how i changed my bias but i could never say no to people who can sing well. her vocals?? i can listen to her singing on a daily basis. shes a stunner, a mother=my type. well, her whole existence stands out the most when i first discovered aespa. i just love ningning, she’s so loveable, i love her except for she idolized that one problematic rat. 

who is your bias wrecker

bts : i love them all equally. (jungkook)

txt : taehyun. stfu 

le sserafim : kazuha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love my woman a ballerina 

enhypen : jungwon. 

nct dream : zhong chenle (hes so attractive???????????)

riize : eunseok 

aespa : minjeong……………………

which member are you currently obsessing that aren’t your bias/bias wrecker

bts : i’ll skip them (they be on military, i’ve no one to be obsessed to recently)

txt : beomgyu. (DAEGU MEN STAY AWAY FROM ME)

le sserafim : YUNJIN. she needs to stop 

enhypen : heeseung. i think i’ve problems with the 01 liner. 

nct dream : none i guess. (i'm still obsess with renjun)

riize : ….. sohee. i think out of the groups, sohee has the most valid reasons and i'm fully to blame for this. i watched the lee hyori’s red carpet to their sampled track of love 119 (THEIR BEST SONG YET WHAT THE FUCK) which is none other than the infamous emergency room ost AND WHEN I TELL YOU IVE BEEN OBSESSED SINCE. and that obsession didn’t stop there, i decided to check more to his vocals compilation and i stumbled upon his predebut covers… WORSE: his sofa cover has been playing on my mind all day since i first heard of it, it’s unhealthy. i’m gonna k word myself 

aespa : none too. 

when did you first discover the group?

bts : 2014. boy in luv was a superior era. 

txt : 2019…. that guessing the morse code at the end of introduction films of every member's era? good old days

le sserafim : on their debut

enhypen : end month of september 2020! (funfact : enhypen was formed on my birthday) 

nct dream : on their debut (them hoverboard era)

riize : on their debut days

aespa : early year 2022 (embarassing as fuck)

have you ever been to one of their concerts?

bts : gurl, no. they did a tour for the red bullet on june 2015? THAT ONE TIME ONLY. what did you expect from me? to go? i was 13. 

txt : they don’t even know my country exists? so no. 

le sserafim : no. (hybe better put malaysia when they do tour one day or else im burning down the whole building as it should’ve)

enhypen : no. (they skipped us.) 

nct dream : they did a tour last year in may…… but miss girl decided to only stan them back in june and was obsessed and mentally ill for not attending. (ONLY BC I AM NOT A FAN) i was late to the party, im sorry and now they be skipping us. 

riize : no. 

aespa : ???????? NO

what are some of your favourite songs by this group? 

i’ll list 10 songs!

bts : butterfly / dimple / coffee / love is not over (full length version) / epilogue : young forever / pied piper / outro : do you think it makes sense? / the truth untold ft steve aoki / spring day / hold me tight 

txt : 20cm / dear sputnik / 0X1=lovesong (i know i love you) ft seori / maze in the mirror / ghosting / skipping stones / fairy of shampoo / blue orangeade / farewell, neverland / eternally 

le sserafim : impurities / easy / perfect night / no celestial / antifragile / smart / blue flame / swan song / good parts (when the quality is bad but i am) / sour grapes

enhypen : just a little bit / criminal love / mixed up / chaconne / not for sale / blockbuster ft yeonjun of tomorrow x together / shout out / blind / given-taken / bills

nct dream : dive into you / teddy bear / 7 days / boom / my youth / better than gold / dunk shot / arcade / poison / love again

riize : …. i’ll list from most to least fav (I LOVE ALL OF THEIR SONGS) love 119 / talk saxy / get a guitar / memories  

aespa : lucid dream / dreams come true / drama / thirsty / next level / life’s too short / don’t blink / i’m unhappy / illusion / better things 

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