#it's like they went from being chained to opposite corners of a room to being chained to each other

[marc--chilton]

i love the idea of adam not being an apprentice but still slinking around the warehouse bc after he finally found out about lawrence's apprenticeship, he put all the panicked energy that would otherwise feed into separation anxiety into essentially being lawrence's guard dog. literally baring his teeth and growling at anyone who comes too close. if he gets too testy the duty falls on lawrence to settle him, as he would be furious with himself if adam got hurt again because of him, especially for something as preventable as picking a fight with hoffman

[sundrop-writes]

if ur taking requests then how about female reader being a bau member and is receiving unwanted attention from the local cops but she cant pick up on social cues very well so it’s extra stressful for her to naviagte

Then enter protective and somewhat jealous jj that tries to protect her and shows her what true love and respect is with soft softdom!jj

I really like this, but I like the idea of it more as a short then a full fic, so... here we go.

JJ Being Protective of You - (Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic!Reader)

Warnings: some harassing behaviour from a random male cop towards the reader; the man uses condescending pet names toward the reader; JJ goes full boss mode; use of the term L/N (as in 'Last Name') to refer to the reader; she reader uses she/her pronouns; the reader experiences a small accidental injury; pre-established relationship. Idk what else. Not proofread.

Paperwork. This is where you thrived. Much like Spencer, you loved a good paper trail.

You were currently in the back room of the police station, going through their old case files, looking at every case from the last forty years that had yet to be digitised. You were looking for previous murders that matched the signature of the killer the team was currently after, since the working theory was that the UnSub had 'taken on' the work of his father or another older figure in his life.

So you had to dig through all the files of unsolved murders and see if you could find a pattern stemming back - to see if you could find more killings that this father might have committed.

It was stuffy and dusty in the file room, but you were finding it to be the kind of work that you did best - your brain churning on all cylinders as you looked through the many files for all the markers in the killings that would have aligned with his killer. You put some files aside and closed the lid on a box, and then moved to a new stack, going to take down a box from 1973 - it was rather heavy and awkward to lift, but you could manage it.

"Oh, little lady, let me help you with that,"

Suddenly, someone appeared beside you, as if out of nowhere, and a second pair of hands began tugging on the box.

"I got it." You grunted out, tugging the box back in your direction, trying to get a better grip on it.

"Trust me, doll, someone like you shouldn't be lugging this crap around on your own." The man's voice argued, becoming slightly strained - angry?

Was he frustrated because it was too heavy for him to lift? Did he feel like he had to help because you looked weak and he was frustrated because of the social obligation?

"It's fine." You assured him, tugging on it again. But - he still wouldn't let go. "I'm stronger than I look, trust me."

That was something that Emily and Derek often joked about. You had used a shovel to break a double welded chain in order to get into a basement when a child was in danger. The police had been arguing about getting a warrant and talking about how they would need heavy duty bolt cutters to get through the chain away, and you were down there in minutes - and from then on, the team all agreed not to mess with you. Especially not in an emergency.

"Sweetie, just let go of it-"

His grip slipped off the box, and it went flying in the opposite direction then, and one of the sharp corners smacked you on the head - a piercing pain went through your whole forehead and and papers came flying out of the box, spilling across the floor and fluttering everywhere.

"Oh my god, ow!" You exclaimed loudly, stepping backward, raising a hand to your forehead toward the throbbing pain. You were alarmed when you felt wetness, and you quickly drew your fingers back and saw blood.

"Oh, goodness. I'm sorry, darlin'." The man appeared in front of you, and soon, completely unprompted, he put his hands on both of your cheeks, trying to lift your head to better inspect the cut. "See, that's why you shouldn't-"

"Don't touch me!" You screamed, reaching up inside of his forearms to shove his hands off you. Your skin was crawling with a terrible, icky itch where his hands had been touching you.

He became slack-jawed with shock at this.

"There's no need to shout." He chuckled. "Calm down."

"Ugh, no!" You shouted back.

You were suddenly feeling terribly trapped in the small, stuffy, dusty room, and though you knew that the papers needed to be cleaned up and you needed to finish your fishing expedition for the trail of murders - you had to leave. You needed air.

You needed JJ.

You shoved past the man and your feet carried you as fast as you could go, frantically looking for that head of blonde hair.

"Listen, babydoll, just calm down-"

"Woah, woah, her name is not babydoll."

That voice. Your hero.

You blinked past a haze if tears you hadn't even noticed was forming, and saw the pale blue shirt and blonde hair that you knew was her - you ran to stand behind her, grabbing her hand tightly, which she gripped back, grounding you, letting you know that she was right there.

"I'm not sure what kind of slack operation you people run around here, but we are professionals. You are going to refer to her by her full title, Special Agent L/N - or you won't talk to her at all. You won't even look at her. Do you understand me?" JJ barked at him.

The pure authority dripping from her voice made you feel so utterly safe.

"Listen, m'am, I'm not sure-"

"It's not 'm'am', it's Agent." JJ corrected him, now straining through her teeth, absolutely seething. "We are here representing the FBI, trying to catch a very dangerous man to help keep your town safe. We're not just little secretaries skittering around to get you your coffee and clean up after you. Just because we're women, we're not here to wipe your ass!"

You heard a chuckle from behind you, and you thought it was Emily's voice. This was followed by a low whistle - probably Derek.

"Is that clear?" JJ finished off, daring the man to talk back to her.

The man sighed and turned around to leave, finally defeated. This is when JJ turned to you.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her voice much softer now. "Oh my god, what happened to your head?"

"There was... a box..." You mumbled quietly, still feeling shaken up.

"He hit you with a box?" JJ snapped, looking back in the direction he had walked off.

"JJ, please." You begged, quietly, squeezing her hand, directing her attention back to you.

She knew what her priority was right now.

"Come on,"

JJ walked you to the bathroom, and as she was cleaning up the cut with a damp paper towel, she was still huffing hard through her nose, the anger still pumping through her.

"I'm going to find that guy's supervisor, I'm going to put in a report about him, I'm going to-"

"It's okay, JJ." You said, reaching out to run a gentle hand along her lower back. "I'm pretty sure he's not gonna come near me again after what you said."

She let out a snort of laughter, and half her mouth upturned in a smile. You both knew that she could be incredibly intimidating despite her looks, and she always protected you - just one of the many things that had attracted you to her in the first place.

"Yeah, well... nobody comes near my girl and gets away with it."

[heaartzzforcupidzz]

I love your writing sm🤧🤧

I wanted to request a cat nap x Heretic + fox Reader, who basically could give off gas like catnap(??) Except it gives off the opposite effect that his does?

Sorry if this doesn't make sense 😭And feel free to do whenever ( or even if you wanna do it🤭)

Catnap x heretic!fox!reader

Warning(s): implied smut

A/n: sorry , it’s abit short n I didn’t write the smut all the way..

The halls seemed darker. longer even. the echos of children laughter and happy creatures were only a mere memory compared to what stood beyond you. it honestly terrified you to be around these halls after The Hour Of Joy. you hadn’t participated. you had hid and helped as many as you could which wasn’t a lot. the screams and looks of horror haunted your miserable days.

“Foxy. Where are you?..” you had heard as you hid in the forgotten duck ride which you presumed was meant for Kickin’ but something.. must have happened. Catnap wasn’t going near the water and as much as you didn’t like the idea, you hid below the waters. “Foxy..” he rumbled once more before walking away. The water was dark and thick without the lights on and you couldn’t help but grimace as you slowly lifted yourself and began to shake.

where wad your fearless and kind leader, Dogday? it seemed like he had just vanished! and after that, the others had went mad. you all went your separate ways.. more so you, because Picky had began to scare you. she had gotten hungry.

Your feet went slow and each step was harder than the last. you don’t understand what happened. this was supposed to be the happiest place on earth. how could something so beautiful turn so ugly and cruel? As you walked, you had noticed a prison looking room. as much as it freaked you out, you sat in a cell. you were trying to compose yourself, when you heard a sigh.

your eyes went wide and you swallowed thickly, preparing to run. you peeked around the corner and noticed one of the plushie critters going into the cell next to you. you found it strange and slowly made your way towards it.

As you turned the corner though, your eyes went wide. there was your fearless leader being eaten alive. “Dogday?..” you whispered out. Dogday eyes sort landed on you and he whispered “Angel..? Get out of here. now.” You came closer, “no! no’ I won’t leave you. we all need you!” you whispered yelled. attempting to take off the chains.

Soon, the plush critters began to surround you two and they all began to go through Dogdays openings. You had watched in horror as he screamed in agony. “A..A…A-Angel , RUNNN!” You took off as if on command. You ran as far as you could, your steps heavy and loud as they thumped against the ground. You could hear Dogdays body fall and begin to follow you, fast. you went through the play place and finally you made it to the exit, closing the door in front of Dogday. “goodbye, Angel.” You imagined his eyes saying to you.

You couldn’t help the tears that fell as you walked the quiet and dim hallways. “Awh, do you need a hug?” your eyes snapped wide. you looked over and seen another missing critter. this time, she only had an ear missing. “Bobby!” You shouted and hugged her. she hugged you back and smiled sweetly. You soon pulled away as she began to speak, “Hello, foxy. How are you? Are you al—“ shock hit you all over again as her stuffing fell to the ground and she stared at you. You looked behind her to see The Prototype.

Catnap soon followed along and at seeing you were next, he quickly distracted his master. As that went on, you slowly held Bobby in your hand. her eyes red and puffy as she smiled, thick blood running down her mouth. “I’m.. glad.. you.. are… m..my friend.” You stared at her before speaking. “Best friends.. i love you, Bobby.” you said, holding tears. you slowly sprayed her with your spray which was opposite from catnaps. it was blue and would make anyone have good dreams.

As you ran into a darkened hallway, you fell and something hooked against your leg. your hand quickly went down to untie you but you soon felt.. fur? Catnap. you thought. you whimpered and pleaded as his eyes became ever so evident and the grip on your ankle hardened. “foxy..” his rough voice called out. You thrashed in his hold and soon he was on top of you. he slowly kissed you which you returned after a moment.

You had always had a crush on him. It was just something so alluring about him, Dogday had asked you out at one point and you had told him no which caused a sense of awkwardness whenever you three were together. As the kiss deepened your hands, tangled into his fur. you moaned into the kiss at the feeling of his cock, rubbing against your delicate entrance.

Let’s just say, you were safe and satisfied that night.

[cafecourage]

Speaking of sleepy, caring for sleepy Chain

-Softie

We worked on this on stream long ago. I also made this also one bed. Part 1 has Time, Twilight, and Warriors

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There was a common issue among some of the chain where most all of them have the fatal flaw of not being able to sleep. Some had issues waking up like Sky, Wind, Four and Wild. You quickly found that Legend was among that group but given the incident he went into the latter issue. Which was annoying when dealing with. It was completely opposite problems.

Time:

It was always hard to tell if the Old man was tired as he seemed to be always absolutely exhausted. Which was fair enough since he was dubbed the dad friend in the group thus making him the main person to go to for everything. It’s a wonder how he hasn’t just slept for 7 more years yet.

Still the Hero of Time was probably 3 days in without sleep and thats what you observed. Granted you should have stopped him by day 2. But you weren’t sure if he slept on the days you seen him take first shift and wake up with him being on last shift.

The other boy’s notice it too and while they all appreciate the extra sleep it’s unfair for Time. Warriors is typically the only one that speaks up about it since he isn’t phased by the Older Link’s tough exterior. While it would be embarrassing in hindsight you had to drag Warriors aside to push for you and Time to be in the same room. “I have a plan” is what you tell the captain not letting him know that you in fact, dont have a plan.

Truly the plan is fist fight the old man until he actually sleeps, or lecture him whatever you feel like. At least you will be here in town for a few days to gather supplies and information. So you can at least fix Time’s sleep schedule.

You’re plotting came to an extreme halt as you step into a room with one bed. “This can work.” You say out loud as you dropped your stuff in a corner of the room. “We can share the bed.” It’s not even up for debate at this point.

“Can we?” Time asks as he closes the door “wouldn’t that be uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable?” That wouldn’t be the word you would use. “Nah. Unless it makes you uncomfortable. Then I can take the floor.”

The hero gives you a look, one to even dare you to say that again. “If you don’t mind, then I don’t see why fight over it.”

“It I am being real.” You stand up and stretched “you do need it more.” It has been decided. You are lecturing him. “When is the last time you slept a full 8 hours? Heck 6 hours I would accept.”

An eyebrow was raised as he heads inside “I have been fine with the sleep I’ve been getting.” He takes his armor off putting each piece down carefully before finally sitting on the bed. He pats the spot next to him.

You follow his lead as you prepare a long argument. “Ah, yes the zero hou- Ack!” What you didn’t expect was Time to drag you into his lap and lay down.

Your face exploded in a blush as you were now basically his teddy bear. “Don’t you think I haven’t noticed you also have trouble sleeping.” He whispered as he was already in the process of wrapping the both of you in the blankets. “Let’s take a nap for now…”

Well… This backfired successfully.

Twilight:

Twilight was one of these Links which, made sense but also didn’t when you found this out. He tries to older brother everyone, he makes sure everyone is asleep before he does. Which takes forever to do and your patience for this man is thinning.

After stopping in a town from a long trek. The group decides to go to the Inn to set up shop. You were already on Twilight to take a nap before dinner. “No. We are going to eat in like 30 minutes.”

Ok.

No.

He isn’t getting out of this and you don’t care you’re in the middle of the lobby. There was something that the chain has yet to learn about you.

You might be short.

But you are strong.

So you marched up to Twilight and despite his struggling you throw the hero over your shoulder and went directly to the room angrily. “Let me down!” Twilight demands of you. However you couldn’t care about it as you open the door kick it close and threw him on the bed. “That was unnecessary.” He said getting up.

“It was very necessary!” You argued back crossing your arms. “When is the last time you properly slept?”

Twilight stays quiet and looks away. He looked like a kicked puppy. “I get enough.”

“According to who? Because everyone else can make an argument that you’re barely getting any to function.” You let out a huff as you should probably be more lenient with him because it’s not really like he is doing something bad. You know from experience that the body could function with little sleep if it’s used to it but it’s not healthy! You didn’t go through classes with a clear mind but you should have! “We are just worried about you.”

The Hero stays quiet but sighs “ok. I understand.” He seems to give up at this point. But he reaches out to take your hand finally letting himself looked exhausted “but… can you stay with me?”

Your eyes soften as he seemed to be more tired than you thought. “Of course I will. Someone has to make sure you stay put.” He teases you.

Warriors: 

After a long day of traveling an inn was a welcoming sight. Since there were ten of you now each room had to have 2 people. Which was sometimes unfortunate for some, but for you in this current moment?

You couldn’t ask for a better opportunity since you (forcably) asked to be Warrior’s pair, only to have there only be one bed. 

Perfect.

Wonderful.

Amazing.

It was instant that you had grabbed Warriors tunic and almost thrown him on to the bed. “Didn’t know you wanted me on the bed that badly, doll.” He was laughing. This man was laughing and he looked like hell. Probably felt like it too as the ever polished captain was showing dark circles under his eyes. His smile was sluggish and his eyes weren’t as sharp as they normally were.

“Very funny.” You rolled your eyes as you headed towards him again to help him out of his armor. “You should take better care of yourself. 3 days of barely any sleep? What were you thinking?!”

“That the other boys need some sleep.” There was no hesitation as the stubborn man is proud of himself for killing his sleep schedule. “It’s fine.” “It is not fine.” You didn’t mean to throw his shoulder plate on the carpet. “You better take your chainmail off before I do it for you.”

“What if I rather you do it for me?” The captain fire back without missing a beat. Instantly his face paled “wait-“

“Nope to late come here.” You take his tunic and just… thew it off of him. “Do you want to continue?” This was a threat.

“no…” Warriors voice was silent as he finally got out of what armor he had left. “I should sleep on the floo-“ that suggestion was instantly silent as you glared at him.

Finally when both of you were ready for bed you had put your self on top of him. Cuddling but also if he was going to escape he will have to wake you up first. “this is so you don’t escape.” You said.

“I wont. I wont.” Warriors was a bit hesitant to wrap his arms around you “Thank you.” He whispered as he finally started to relaxed.

“Don’t rely on me to fix your sleep habits.” You said poking his cheek “good night Captain.”

“Good Night Sweetheart.”

[anystalker707]

triplicated [1/2]

Pairing: Zoro x [gn, amab] Reader x Law Kinktober prompt: Monster fucking + Hierophilia + 3some Tags: AU / Demon Zoro / Priest Law / man has 3 cocks and manages to bottom / not proofread ! PART TWO

KINKTOBER LIST MASTERLIST

          “Do you know how to deal with those?” You sighed, playing with one of the little crosses that hung from the chain attached to your belt loops. They were pure silver, like the ones that hung from your neck and from Law’s, like the rings you used. It was never too much.

Law raised an eyebrow as he glanced at you, sighing. “I’m sure it won’t be the worst we’ve gone through.”

Silence filled in for a moment as you two walked. Only the sound of the dry leaves and sticks crushed under your feet filled the ambient, with the sporadic call of a bird or another. It was always places like that. Random houses or mansions—even abandoned churches—had terrible cases regarding demonic presence, needing you and Law to check. The priest and deacon of the local church in a small, gloomy town that had more cases of supernatural occurrences than it should. How fortunate. If the silver at least meant wealth instead of protection, you’d be happier to receive it.

“It’s been a while since the last demon case, though,” you said, spotting the old mansion in the distance, between the trees. The last missions mostly involved ghosts or basic exorcisms. “And you know what happened.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.” Law shrugged, adjusting his grip on the suitcase, while his free hand held his coat closed through a gush of wind that sent leaves flying. “There was no death.”

For a moment, you considered it, but it was still uncertain. “Maybe,” you muttered with a sigh.

          It was a simple house of a wealthy person, an average thing. Since the owner had left it recently so that you and Law could save the problem, there wasn’t any dust over the furniture. There was a presence in the house, of course, making a shiver run down your spine the moment you stepped in.

The soft clicking of Law’s suitcase being open resonated through the dining room before he threw the lid open, letting it hit the wooden table with a muffled noise. He removed the stuff he needed from it.

“Strong presence,” you said with a soft sigh, scratching the back of your neck as you looked around the room.

With the lack of response as Law went through his stuff, you just started walking around the dining room, inspecting the expensive and delicate dining sets exposed behind glass by the back. You narrowed your eyes, observing the intricate details, but… a small movement made you notice there was a figure reflected in the glass, opposite Law’s side. When you looked back, there was no one in the room aside from you, and the reflex was also gone.

“Yeah,” you muttered, walking out of the room and into the living room, checking the corners, shadows, and reflexes. Maybe it was going to manifest somewhere else or guide you somewhere.

Something moved down the hall, so you walked down to it, seeing one single door was open. It led to what seemed to be an office. Shelves of books were lined along opposing walls, and a wide desk with a big armchair sat by the back. It was wide. Some frames hung behind the desk, and you approached to check the images on them when something moved from the corner of your eye.

“We got comp— Ghh!”

A strong grip around your neck made the words die in your throat as you gasped for air, feeling someone right behind you. Their warm torso pressed to your back, breath suddenly fanning over your neck; you shuddered.

Despite needing a moment to recollect, you brought a leg up and kicked behind you as strongly as possible. The demon probably didn’t see the silver shoe clips coming.

Your neck was sore when you turned around to take a good look at him, holding the skin in an attempt to ease the pain, and it would be no surprise if the demon’s sharp nails had pierced through your skin.

The demon was confusing. There was a main figure, but also two others, though they weren’t solid like the middle one. All of them shared the same body from the waist down, and the same appearance from the waist up—the same protruding teeth, chest scar, earrings, and shiny green eyes that glared at you, though each figure had a scarred eye. Strong presence. The white kimono was lowered, only leaving his bottom covered, and there was a small tattoo along the middle figure’s collarbone, in old symbols. Zoro. Fuck, you swore you’d read that name before in those demonology books. Class unknown.

You were about to reach into your pocket when there was a hand around your wrist, followed by a couple on your waist, one around your other wrist, one on your shoulder, and the last tilting your head up to meet his eyes. Something about his—their?—gaze made a shiver run down your spine, stirring some warmth in your lower stomach. It was mesmerizing.

Your throat went dry. Fuck, you could’ve at least put on the silver bracelets today. Nothing would be too much against an enemy like that. Where was Law, even? Well, it didn’t matter now. There was a metallic smell on the demon’s breath as he leaned in, filling your lungs as the hands around your waist tightened to pull you closer, but it failed. You slowly let his hand guide yours but changed the trajectory so that you’d at least reach your chest.

Zoro cut through your clothes with his sharp nails instead of having you closer, and sank them into your skin the moment the silver cross touched his forearm. Along with the sound of a triplicated groan, a soft hissing sound came from the skin as the silver burned into it, leaving behind a cross-shaped burn when he finally stepped away, but you didn’t give him time to react.

Your chain with the cross pendants was yanked from your pants and wrapped around Zoro’s neck—the main one, it is—, keeping him a safe distance away from you by an elbow pressed to his chest. The silver in it wasn’t pure, so it didn’t do a lot of direct damage. Either way, it kept him at ease. Controlling the main one kept the other two under control, it seemed.

Soft huffs came from Zoro as he swallowed tightly against the chains, feeling them burn into his skin more with the motion of his throat. His breath was heavier, the main one having his eye closed, but the other two looked at you in anticipation.

“How’s that feel? Not so good, huh?” You clicked your tongue, still feeling the ache around your neck when you swallowed, though your breath hitched a little. Only now that you were cooling down that the pain in your torso was starting to manifest; it sharpened when you exhaled too fast while trying to catch your breath. You tightened the chain around his neck, and… he moaned?

Zoro’s hands shakily wrapped around your wrists again, loosely holding them as he whimpered, keeping his eyes pressed shut.

“Goddammit,” you whispered. Was he a succubus? An oni? Calamity? Sin? It’d help a lot if you knew what you were fighting against.

Your grip loosened on his neck, though you kept the chain there, ready to tighten it again in case he tried anything. With a deep breath, Zoro opened his eye again and looked at you with that same gaze from earlier; what was up with it? Fuck. His fingers took your chin again to keep your gaze on him, and then his breath was fanning on your neck—one of the two extra copies had his face right next to yours. When did you get so close to him? Why did it feel so… so hot…?

Two hands were under your shirt, pressed flat to the skin. His nails scratched a little, but they didn’t hurt this time; it actually felt good, sending a shiver down your spine. The way his hands pressed to your chest even snatched a quiet sound from your lips, which seemed to encourage him to keep going, pulling you closer by pressing his hands flat to your back. Were you supposed to feel like that? It was hard thinking about anything other than him, the way he pressed closer, one of the three faces pressing to your neck.

As the chain tightened around his neck for a few seconds, Zoro let out another moan, confirming your assumptions. Maybe, this would be good.

Zoro’s nail pressed lightly to your skin, right in the middle of your chest—the pain it caused on the way down sent sparkles down your body, and you couldn’t help how your hips twitched when his nails reached the hem of your pants. You gulped, keeping your hands in place, but his hands were everywhere. He just palmed you through your pants straight away, with a big and warm hand that squeezed the growing bulge.

          Law hadn’t gotten lost in the mansion this time, but he presumed you did. He simply hated when you did that, just disappearing when he blinked, and either getting in problems or leaving him to deal with everything all alone. Goddammit. He tightened his hand around the handle of the silver bayonet as he carefully walked down the mansion.

Living room: empty. Halls, bathroom, bedrooms, reading room, kitchen: also empty. Law pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing you, but he paused when he heard something. It was a faint sound, which would’ve easily gone unheard if he hadn’t paused and held his breath. Was that a groan? A cry? He cursed under his breath as he walked down the hall, to the last room. So that’s where the sounds were coming from.

“…that much, huh? I’ve just put it in. Shameless,” your voice reached Law’s ears followed by a chuckle as he opened the door, and he paused, widening his eyes at the sight.

There was a big demon over the desk—he laid back on it. The main version had his hands down the desk, sharp nails sinking in it; the second one seemed propped up on an elbow, off to the side, and the last was covering its face. You were there, holding the thick legs up by their thighs while standing between them, with your pants halfway down your thighs. Aside from all that, Law couldn’t help but notice the thick smell that filled the room.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you squeezed your hands, watching another triplicated moan come from the demon. “Tight,” you whispered with a groan, moving your hips shallowly, but still enough to make the demon gasp.

The creaking sound of a wooden tile made Law’s presence known, but you were the only one to notice that, looking at Law with a grin.

“‘Found him,” you said with a grin, which just intensified Law’s confusion. “Zoro. Pretty thing.” You looked at Zoro again and moved your hips, receiving a chorus of sighs that eventually turned into moans as you started trying to find a pace for your thrusts. It was a little messy at the beginning, your hips stuttering until you managed to start fucking him at a steady, slow pace.

One of the copies seemed especially sensitive, covering his face and squirming around more than the other two. Cute. You found it hard to focus on all of them, all the pleased expressions, even more so when his cock—well, cocks—kept stealing your attention.

Law didn’t know how to react when he saw the three cocks standing hard, flushed, and leaking a lot once he approached enough. Despite all of it, he couldn’t tear his eyes away, observing the triplicate chain of reactions of the demon as you kept fucking him.

“Mmph, tight,” you moaned with a gasp, moving your hips forward particularly sharply. “Such a good boy, so good for me…” The way Zoro clenched around your cock felt absurdly good. No human could compare to that. His ass clenched around your cock as if depended on it, wanting to take it in deeper, to have it keep pleasing him so deliciously. The praising had effects, of course; such strong, sharp nails were leaving back scratches on the wooden table.

Law stuttered. He didn’t know what to say or do, even if it wasn’t the worst nor weirdest situation he’d walked into—or participated in—, but he couldn’t drive his eyes away from the two of you. He observed the way your cock sank deep into Zoro, making Zoro’s thighs tremble and cocks twitch, leaking more. A shiver ran down Law’s spine, and his own cock throbbed inside his pants.

You bit your lip, letting go of one of Zoro’s thighs to press a hand to his chest. His leaked in your hand as you squished it, making you twitch inside Zoro. He clenched so tightly when you pinched his nipple, fuck…

“Law, don’t just stand there,” you said breathlessly, glancing at him. “Fuck his throat, I don’t know. He looks like he will like anything. He’s a good boy.” You grinned as you praised Zoro again, and he clenched around you almost immediately.

Okay. Law took a deep breath before he set his bayonet aside, letting it drop to the ground beside him, just in case. He stood by the other side of the desk, opposite to you, about to say something when you reached forward.

“Easy, baby,” you whispered as your hand wrapped around Zoro’s neck, and Law noticed your chain adorning the demon like a choker.

As you pushed Zoro’s head back, it hung from the edge of the table, looking at Law upside down. Law’s eyes were glued to him, watching the long tongue lick his lips and teeth before it opened. How could Law resist? He gulped. He was still opening his jeans when two of Zoro’s hands wrapped around his thighs to pull him closer; Law barely had space to do it, but he could lower his underwear.

Zoro’s tongue already found Law’s cock as soon as it was free—it licked along its length as Law slowly guided it into Zoro’s mouth, already snatching a few moans from the priest, even more with the soft vibrations from Zoro’s moans as you kept fucking him.

As Law’s eyes averted back to you, he noticed your gaze following his cock entering Zoro’s mouth, slowly. It made his cock twitch; he observed you for a moment longer before he looked down at Zoro again, making sure he could start moving his hips. He hissed softly at the feeling—the demon’s mouth was hot and wet around his cock, his tongue did such a fantastic job running along his veins, and the light friction of his teeth… Fuuuck. Law gasped, slowly starting to fuck Zoro’s mouth.

It was such a sight, honestly. You could see where Law’s cock was inside Zoro’s throat, and your cock twitched at that, thrusts growing sharper for a moment. Zoro hissed, one of his copies whimpering as he covered his face.

“My, my,” you whispered with a soft groan, letting go of both Zoro’s thighs this time. “I didn’t know such a powerful demon could behave so well, so— Nnghh, tight— Such a good boy,” you gasped, hips stuttering at the way Zoro clenched tightly around you. “Do you want my cock that badly? So needy,” you mumbled, holding on to his waist before your hands slowly slid down.

Your hips kept a steady, intense pace while your hands wrapped around Zoro’s cocks. You held only two of them at once, grazing their tips. He leaked so much that you’d easily believe he’d come already if you hadn’t been here all the time. You had a different idea, holding all three cocks with both your hands, making sure it was tight as you started jerking him off, feeling the cocks twitching in your hands. Hot. Deliciously hot.

It made Zoro go wild, holding Law tighter to encourage him to fuck the demon’s throat more, as one of the copies leaned back with a hand on his head, and the other rolled his eye back, with a hand over his mouth. All while he tightened more around you. Your thrusts were so sloppy already, Zoro was so tight.

“Fuck,” you gasped, managing to get the cross off around your neck. Only God knew what Zoro would do if he decided to show his real strength. The bottom edge of the silver cross ran along Zoro’s skin, burning it to leave behind a containment sigil. For some reason, Zoro liked that, with more moans coming from him as he clenched around you. It drew a louder, breathy moan from you as you returned your hand to his cocks, jerking him off along with your pace, and your gaze fell back to Law.

Law’s cock sank into the demon’s throat at a steady pace, making him moan as he pleased himself, with a hand pressed to Zoro’s chest. Your gaze averted to Zoro’s throat, and it didn’t take you a lot to fucking cum, gasping as you thrust deep inside Zoro, spreading your cum along his hot walls while you rode down your high. It felt so good, so draining, weakening your legs.

Your hands continued their motions, of course, and your attention drove down to Zoro’s cocks with the thought of what it’d be like when he came. Law turned into detail in the back of your mind while you focused on making Zoro cum, tightening your hands around him, and there it was.

Zoro came a lot, making a whole mess against himself as his three cocks came in spurts of sticky, hot cum. Meanwhile, he clenched around you so tightly—you hissed, squeezing his cocks a little more just in case.

Law also seemed to finish, taking a step back and adjusting his clothes, but the demon didn’t move. He and his copies just sat there, processing the session or maybe catching their breath. With a sigh, you shared a look with Law, also trying to catch your breath.

“I think I’ll keep this one,” you said as you held Zoro’s waist. “Just in case.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

PART TWO

[where-is-caithe]

A little bit of writing for when Haven joins Cross at the beginning of PoF.

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Haven took a long drag of a cigarette, breathed the smoke slowly through loose lips. Her eyes scanned the regulars, the two men sitting at the bar, the woman in the opposite corner, the group of men who’d come off shift at the mine outside town. Hot day like this, the Forged haunting outside the city, more people trickled in than usual. It was a small place, tucked into a corner of town no one really went unless they were headed here, opposite Zalambur’s casino. Haven preferred here, though the casino was much better for finding marks and bounties. 

A few more came in as the bartender slid another glass of whiskey her way.

“Haven, I always thought you were the tallest woman I’d ever seen,” he nodded towards the door, “but I think she might have you beat.”

Haven grinned and tilted her head quizzically before following his gaze, holding her cigarette between her fingers.

Another norn in Amnoon?

“Oh, shit.”

Taller than the ceiling, the norn ducked through the door and kept her head low as she walked to not brush against it. Long black hair in a single thick braid and square jawline, broad shouldered, strong arms, long, stalking stride in thick black boots, spiked and chained. A huge sword strapped to her back. She wore no shirt, likely to show off sweeping red and black tattoos of smoke up and down her arms and across her chest. Red pupils glowed in the low light of the bar as her gaze swept across everyone in view.

They never settled on Haven, but she stalked towards her regardless, likely she sensed her. Haven liked to give off an aura of “fuck off” when she wasn’t on duty, it was a talent she used a lot when they trained together in Hoelbrak, a talent that the woman no doubt recognized the second she stepped into the room.

Haven schooled her features as she approached, even with her heart racing with equal parts excitement and fear.

Large hands with long fingers slid across the surface of the bar as she leaned against it.

“Haven.”

A deep, even voice.

Haven couldn’t stop herself from grinning, “fancy seein’ you here in my neck of the woods, Cross.”

Cross huffed as the bartender approached, “one of what she’s having.”

While her drink was being prepared she turned to Haven, “I’m hunting a god of War.”

Haven let out a laugh, “oh you never half-ass anything, do you?”

“I was going to hire you.”

“Not to fight the god of War, I hope.”

Cross hummed in thanks as the whiskey was slid to her.

“I was told there was a bounty hunter that knew this side of the desert pretty well,” she drained the glass, “and as soon as I heard about them, I knew it was you. You’re gonna help me find War.”

Another whiskey was slid to her large hands.

“I am?” Haven took a drag, letting her fingers rest against her lips.

“You’ll be paid.”

She held the smoke in, “my favorite words,” and blew out.

Cross knew all the right things to say. Or maybe Haven had missed her more than she’d ever admit to herself. Funny. The flattery was nice, though. Haven doubted that whoever had told Cross about a rogue bounty hunter, they’d actually said her name. Being so good at hunting down impossible targets gave her a nice, fat reputation that invoked fear, and a hefty amount of cash.

“I wasn’t asking, Haven,” Cross spoke up after a moment of silence, a moment of them cradling the whiskeys they both held in their hands. “You will do this for me. And I will kill the god of War.”

Haven let out a laugh. She was right to be afraid when Cross had walked into the bar. She’d never wanted to get involved with the infamous Commander’s business, and she’d kept herself firmly outside of where she could be found, and yet here she was. Haven knew Cross would never let her refuse. That was just how she was. For as long as she had known her.

However, there wasn’t much gold to be made in the business of saving the world over and over.

And Haven would never be able to leave her again if she went with her now. She couldn’t bring herself to. She couldn’t bring herself to let her go again.

Haven turned to her with another grin, “well, since I can’t refuse.”

Cross downed her second whiskey and left it on the counter with a few silver coins, coins which Haven counted and saw it was enough to cover the both of them and her grin widened. She drained hers in a smooth motion and put out her cigarette in the ashtray to follow Cross out of the bar and into the hot desert sun. She lifted her hat to her head and turned to look at the woman beside her, who was already watching her with burning red pupils.

“Where is he, then, Haven?”

[mudhamster]

CHWHWN: 28. December - " 4 days left"

The holidays were a whirlwind of Kacchan's snarky relatives with lots of opinion, way too much food, and mulled wine in the backyard.

It was nothing like the quiet atmosphere he used to share with his mother in the days between Christmas and New Year's. They usually did puzzles, watched TV reruns, or went for walks in the snow. At no time did he feel the urgent need to leave the room to catch his breath.

But with Kacchan, from the moment he set foot in the kitchen as the new odd guy, it was a state of exception. Kacchan fit into the picture like one of a dozen noodles in a pot, but he stood out like the only spinach-flavored fusilli, if you knew what those looked like. Izuku didn't really know why, but it seemed like everyone in this house wanted to meet him. He could tell the difference between Masaru's side of the family and Mitsuki's side of the family by the sheer ferocity with which his hand was shaken. Regardless of the eyes.

At the of the first day, he felt like an over-announced surprise guest who was nothing but a disappointment in the end. (Even if everyone kept telling him how sweet he was). And the uncle, the 'useless' uncle who slept in the guest room, was not useless at all in his opinion. Sure, he didn't design designer clothes or coach the upper class on the latest superfoods or diets… he was 'just' the boss of a giant fast food chain...?!

On the second day of Christmas, when the atmosphere was a little quieter because it was mostly Masaru's relatives sitting around the campfire, Izuku thought for the first time how it would be to actually be here together. How it would make him feel. To be a fully accepted part of the family. To sit around the fire and roast marshmallows as Kacchan's partner every year. Not to burst with emotion when Kacchan brought him a second pillow from inside, seeing that he was cold despite being so close to the fire. He was ready to go all out if the slightest chance presented itself.

Today was Thursday, the second day that the house was empty because everyone was back at work. The uncle had left as well… but the futon (which didn't smell like death, by the way, but rather like antique lavender oil) was still lying next to Kacchan's bed. They could have put it away, but it made sense to sit on it in the evening and watch all the All-Might interviews Kacchan's parents had recorded over the years. And whether it seemed possible or not, there had been two so far that Izuku hadn't known.

At the moment, Izuku was sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper when he heard Kacchan stomping down the stairs. He had a training appointment with Eijirou in a little over an hour, as exemplary as he was.

He heard the classic groan of the handrail as Kacchan skipped the last few steps and jumped straight into the hallway outside the kitchen door, pushing an empty cup next to the coffee pot. Kacchan burst through the door and shot him a smirk when he spotted him at the table. "Anything interesting?" With a hidden smile, Izuku watched as Katsuki poured himself a cup of coffee and slid into the chair opposite him. "Nope. But they've published a calendar of events for New Year's." The newspaper was snatched out of his hand and turned once. While Katsuki skimmed over the listings, Izuku lowered his face into his hand and silently watched as he burned the tip of his tongue on the fresh coffee. Another tiny memory that would burn itself into the corners of his brain forever. Just like the time they spent together in the evening. Or when Mitsuki burnt the crème brûlée at the last moment and kicked them both out with far too much money to buy a replacement dessert. It had been a turbulent few days, but he had never been as happy as he was here with Kacchan. "So, Shrine?" Kacchan asked across the table, turning back the newspaper and marking the shrine he had obviously chosen with a tiny burn mark, "You and me?" He let his eyes wander over the display and took a deep breath. The shrine he had chosen was much more traditional than the one on the outskirts of the city center. They would have to travel some distance out of the city and into the mountains. "What about the rest of your family?" "They come too. Someone has to drive, or do you think I'll take the train in this outfit? Tch." Ah, the outfit. Izuku had thought it was some kind of advertisement… but in fact, the people in front of the shrine among the snowy trees and mountains were exceptionally… colorful. "Do you even have a kimono?" "N-no," he replied, and Kacchan sank back into the chair, his lips curled into a thoughtful pout. Izuku flipped a page, back to the local shrines, and handed the paper back to Kacchan, "I've only ever been normal…" "You've never been inside, to the altar?" …To the altar. Ugh. "No." "Hm." Izuku was burning with curiosity. What kind of altar? But Kacchan closed the newspaper, dumped the rest of his black coffee into the sink and saluted him before leaving him to wonder alone in the kitchen.

[ilikeyoualive]

Yet another idea for Shifter AU idea because self-restraint isn't a word in my vocabulary... but I have no regrets. And if you're interested in looking into this AU, here's a link to my Main Masterlist!

Warnings: Drowning, Mission Gone Wrong

Word Count: 692

Soap and Ghost are on a mission together, just the two of them. Ghost is meant to infiltrate a base for intel and Soap is on overwatch with a sniper in order to give him cover. Things are going well until they have to exit the premises and Ghost’s voice comes over comms and it sounds like he’s running as he tells Soap that things went sideways and that he’s going to come out from the north side of the building. Soap gives his affirmative and readjusts his aim, only having to wait a few seconds before Ghost practically explodes out of the exterior door, wildly firing behind him as he goes. When the door swings open behind Ghost once again, Soap gets to work picking off anyone that comes out after him, giving the other man ample time to make his way to the fenced perimeter. 

Ghost radios Soap a second time to warn him that he’s compromised and that hostels have breached the building that he’s in. Soap lets him know that he’ll meet up with Ghost in the agreed-upon spot, but stubbornly stays put until he sees Ghost reach the fence and scramble up the chain link with his own two eyes before quickly and efficiently packing up his gear. He leaves the room just in time to see the team that had been sent after him come out of the elevator, Soap firing his side arm as he runs in the opposite direction until he turns a corner and moves out of view. He hauls down the stairs two at a time and makes it out of the building in one piece before making his way to their meet up spot. 

He arrives and slows his pace when he hears unfamiliar voices, being careful to stay out of sight as he takes stock of the situation. Ghost had been shot in the thigh and taken hostage by a group of ten men, one of whom had the muzzle of a gun placed against the skull mask, Ghost calmly on his knees with his hands held placatingly up on either side of his head as he stared up at his executioner. Soap is sure to check his weapons -taking note of the ammunition, homemade bombs, and knives that he currently had on his person- before making a move. 

It wasn’t even a question of whether or not he would intervene -because he was going to, whether Ghost liked it or not- but rather his likeness of getting them both out the shit situation alive. 

Soap starts by immediately taking out one of the guys at the edge of the makeshift circle they’d formed around Ghost’s prone form, trusting that Ghost will take advantage of the ensuing distraction in order to disarm the man standing over him. Soap draws as many of the hostiles to his position as he can before leading them away from Ghost, who was up and fighting his own battle with an injury. 

Soap is tackled from behind by one of the men following him and they fall down a steep ravine and into the water, Soap begins to wrestle for control with his attacker in the hopes that the other men wouldn’t risk taking a shot at him due to his proximity to one of their comrades, though the fight quickly spirals out of control and the man begins attempting to drown him. In a burst of adrenaline, Soap manages to slip free of the other man’s grip and flip their positions, pinning the enemy beneath his weight and forcing the hostile’s head underwater.

One minute the man is flailing desperately flailing under him and the next there’s an insanely strong tug on the body below him, yanking the man from his grasp and sending Soap tumbling face first into the frothing water. He comes back up with a gasp and blinks the water out of his eyes just in time to see the very same massive platinum crocodile begin to roll in the water with the screaming man’s leg firmly clamped between its jaws, blood turning the water around the commotion a deep red.

[thetoplinecb]

halloween at the topline

usually, halloween at the topline didn't cause any changes. a few decorations here and there, and of course, the club goers would come in costume. this year, though, there was definitely a change.

jisung shoved the heavy metal door to the staff room open, grinning as he looked at chan and minho. "what d'you think?" he did a little twirl. jisung was in a vampire costume, fake teeth glued on and all. he smiled widely to show off his new sharp teeth, adorned with two little diamond tooth gems on either one. he had a smoky eye done, his lips a bloody shade of red to match the fake blood smeared at the corner of his mouth. his outfit was simpler, a baggy black graphic t-shirt that was way too big for him, and tight black jeans with a few silver chains, plus his regular black platformed boots.

"i'm a vampire!" he exclaimed, as if it wasn't obvious. "yeah." minho mumbled, more focused on fixing his own costume. jisung couldn't stop himself from bursting into a fit of laughter upon seeing minho, flopping onto the couch and writhing around as he laughed loudly. "shut up." minho growled and jisung did, after a few moments.

minho was dressed as a bunny, two fuzzy white ears pinned into his hair, a sharp juxtaposition to his black hair and sharp eyes. he wore a white sweater, one that was baggy enough to expose his collarbones, the knit of it being slightly see-through. a small, round white tail accompanied his ears, pinned into the back of his tight, form-fitting black jeans. his eyes were lined with thin black eyeliner, and his lips and cheeks were lightly colored. it was softer than anything he'd usually go for.

he stood in front of the full body mirror, blinking a few times at himself. he wouldn't say he felt insecure, but maybe a bit uncomfortable.

"i feel stupid." minho mumbled, fixing the fluffy white ears upon his head. "you kinda look stupid." jisung grinned wolfishly, the smirk getting smacked off of his face when minho hit him in the back of his head. "no one asked you." he glared, and jisung giggled to himself.

chan was busy, fixing his own ears, a pair of dark gray, almost black wolf ears. he wore his usual uniform, a white button-up, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, accompanied by black slacks. the only addition was a tail on the back.

chan turned around, arms crossed across his chest. "be nice! this is supposed to be fun! plus, we're charging an entrance fee, so we're all getting paid good. it's just one night, right? don't be all dramatic." chan huffed to the both of them, glaring at minho who was standing awkwardly and jisung, who was splayed out on the couch.

it wasn't long before felix and hyunjin came out, dressed as two opposites. felix looked angelic, which was appropriate for his costume. an angel. he wore a silky white button-up with way too many buttons undone, light wash denim jeans on his lower half. he had a little fuzzy white halo above his head and feathery wings to match. silver glitter adorned his face, all the way down his chest, with more concentrated amounts of it right under his eyes and cheeks. his cheeks were blushed sweetly, and his lips were sparkly and glossy.

hyunjin was the opposite, which was a bit ironic, considering hyunjin definitely had the more reserved personality of the two. he had two little red horns pinned to his hair, his own long black hair pulled up into a half ponytail. he wore a wine colored button-up and a simple, velvety black choker around his neck. he had a tail in the same shade of red attached to his tight, black faux leather pants, long with a little sharp tip. he had reddish eyeshadow around and under his eyes, a black liner emphasizing the sharp corner. he wore a natural cherry lip that went well with the theme.

the aura shifted as soon as they walked in, so confident in themselves. it made everyone feel a bit better soon. "how do you guys feel? gonna become like us for a night~" felix preened, hyunjins arm wrapped around his shoulder as they walked in.

"don't remind me." minho muttered, fixing up his lipstick. "it does pay well, though..." chan trailed off with a shrug.

it was a decision they had collectively made. that for this halloween party, they'd all be available, and their boss would be managing the rest of the party.

they thought it might be an effective way to make extra cash, especially considering this party was going to have only the most important of guests, the most high paying. the entrance fee cost basically guaranteed that they'd all be going home with a stack of cash.

"don't stress, really. it's not so bad." felix reassured, splitting off from hyunjin to sit down with jisung.

their special halloween menu was lined with their usual options, from the more simple and innocent ones to the ones that warranted a private room. the first cost was who you wanted to be with, the second being the amount of time, and the third being the action. a date, a kiss, a lap dance or performance, and the options only went further.

"well... are we all ready?" chan asked quietly, tilting his head, his artificial ears flopping as he did so. "i think we're ready as we'll ever be." jisung grinned.

the club was packed, filled with individuals in expensive outfits that could barely be described as costumes, throwing on one or two accessories at most. there was decor all around, and the lights were dim, a reddish hue cast across the club.

the boys made their way to the back part of the club where the workers would typically wait to be chosen. jisung made himself comfortable on the couch, kicking his feet up. chan sat next to him, while felix and hyunjin were already on the dance floor. minho leaned against a wall, drink in hand. at least tonight would be fun.

[fuzedatti]

II. Primordial Alagadda

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Lucifer banishing from heaven gave him a kingdom of his own, a reality far away from God. If pride is hereditary, then Meská is the descendant of Lucifer.

Being exhiled, Meská was stranded for decades under the burning sun and melancholy winters. It took a long time for someone to finally find him. No matter who was destined to find him, he just wanted to go explore the New World and see how to get more power. 9th Earl of Northumberland, or Henry Percy, was the lucky one to encounter the entity, immediately recognizing its potential.

The sorcerer Earl, as he was known, had been imprisoned in the Martin Tower of the Tower of London, although he enjoyed privileges such as books and other research material. Being a famous alchemist, he had to quench his thirst for knowledge, and the mask seemed to be the missing piece. His magnum opus, The Iron Gate, was being completed.

Meská had no idea what the alchemist was doing, but he saw that on his walls there were three other masks hanging similar to him. He figured out the situation; An imprisoned alchemist with delusions of grandeur and unlimited resources? He was up to no good. Memories are somewhat diffuse, Percy was building something inside that door that radiated sin. He joined the masks and placed them delicately on the ground to preach these words:

Nigredo. We will confront the dark night of the soul - the pineal gland will be freshly extract'd. fire evokes the shadow within.

Albedo. Wash aroint the impurities - rain cleanses all sin and prepares the soul f'r Elysium. Divide, not as dictat'd by the rigors of harmony, but rather into two opposing principles to be later coagulat'd to form a unity of opposites.

Citrinitas. Victory coincides with the yellowing of the lunar consciousness. the white surrenders to dawn; the travelling lamp slays the moon.

Rubedo. Red alludes; instead, surrender upon the apparatus a sanguine sacrifice.

It seemed to be the steps to create the Philosophal's Stone. Though his voice was poetic, it didn't work. There was no paranormal event or anything like that. The sorcerer was disappointed in himself, abandoning his experiment after a short time. Meská, now trapped in that dark room surrounded by inanimate masks, cursed in his mind for the next 1000 years of eternal boredom that awaited him... Until something happened.

A God-shaped hole opened into the room. Radiating arrogance, it negligently took the masks and handed them over to another, even more imposing presence, but this one generated fear, despair. In the blink of an eye, the room stopped being small and became an entire kingdom. As if it were a cosmic expansion, the place seemed to keep growing. The masks began to gain consciousness and grow a physical body, including Meská.

Now together with their companions they went to the two previous figures. Firstly, the one who had rings on his neck and a crown for his head, introduced himself as The Ambassador of Alagadda. At his side, there was a king with a veil completely covering his face, bent over and chained, this was The Hanged King.

Curiously, no one spoke, everything was a change of essence between them. The four masks were named Masters and Lords of Alagadda, in charge of advising the King. Each one was given a name and position. Meská found the whole thing rather intriguing, so he went with the flow this time.

The yellow mask was given the name of The Yellow Lord, bearer of the Odious mask. The white one, The White Lord, bearer of the diligent mask. The one in red, The Red Lord, bearer of the mirthful mask. And finally, Meská, The Black Lord, bearer of the anguished mask.

They Lords accepted their titles, entering the now complete palace. Out of the corner of their eyes, they could see the non-Euclidean constructions. The previously mentioned four Lords seemed to be the only ones in that little universe. The ocher yellow sky was painted with distant black stars. The Black Lord was beginning to like this place, big, glorious, and creatures similar to them could be seen emerging from the ground; A new kingdom ready to be led.

Meská tried to talk with his companions, but was only rebuffed by his enthusiasm. Bored again, he went to prowl the streets of this new world. Among all the "citizens" he found one with a picturesque appearance. Tall, covered in plumage and a curious raven-shaped mask.

—A rather perfect city, shall I say– The entity petrified upon hearing it, trying to pass it by. —Wait!– He took his arm.

—My master and Black Lord, you must not speak to a mere subject like me.–

—Ugh, barely two minutes into my existence and they already treat me like a God...– He paused. —It brings me so much joy!–

Confused, he freed himself from his Lord's grasp but not before hearing him yell: "What is your name?" and the crow, tense, would answer: —Herald, Herald of Kul-Manas.–

"What a curious name" he thought. The idea of ​​leading such a submissive people seemed incredible to him. There was only one problem, there was no chance that the Hanged King would want to resign his position. He would need a plan, something would occur to him to overthrow the King and be able to have everything at his mercy, for now he would be just discovering more of this mysterious world and what it has to offer.

He wonders if ravens were always this beautiful.

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[brotherhoodoftheblade]

Okay, but this quote:

"When love becomes sufficient in and of itself, the lover does not have to exhaust himself chasing or sit inanimate in a corner. If the lover loves well, there is no need for imprisonment. The beloved is bound by love and will want to stay nearby of his own accord. The Little Prince's friendship friendship with the fox is quite different to his love for the rose. It renders love as a particular level of domestication. As a wild animal without a collar or chain, the fox could leave him at any point. He is not a pet, but stays with The Little Prince because he wants to. This is Khalil Gibran's notion that the beloved can only prove to the lover that he or she also loves if possessiveness is relinquished. Love returns like a boomerang." ~ Roland Barthes (via this post)

This quote just strongly reminded me of the difference between John's love for Jamie and Percy's love for John.

John's love for Jamie is very much a self-created prison, one that he's built for himself brick by brick chasing any connection to Jamie he could manage to secure (using his influence to get Jamie's parole served out at Helwater to keep him where John could see him, marrying Isobel just so he could serve as surrogate father to Jamie's son, moving to America just so he could be nearer to Jamie, and all while simultaneously putting his heart away on a shelf so as not to "betray" his feelings for Jamie).

In the process of his pursuit of Jamie he's deserted the very cornerstone of his life - his desire to live a life of purpose in quest of honour and justice - to "sit inanimate in a corner" awaiting every opportunity to swoop in and save the day like his primary reason for existence is now being guardian angel to the Frasier family.

Regardless of my personal opposition to the very practice imperialism and slavery, I at least respected John's strength of character in his devotion to his duty because HE believed in the integrity of his office, and that his actions were for the ultimate security, and therefore betterment, of society. But NOW? What's he even doing with his life anymore? The man hasn't had a real job since 1768! o.O (Good thing he's rich. Must be nice to retire at 39 years old. xd)

I don't know about you, but that is not the Lord John Grey I knew and loved. The John who once went, "For an instant, he fantasized the possibility of securing Percy's freedom, whether by lies or bribery, then going abroad, the two of them together. He had money enough. To live a pointless existence of idleness with a man whom he could not trust. No, it would not serve." (BotB, Ch 28) I guess a near pointless existence of idleness in service to a man who doesn't love you and barely pays attention to you unless he needs something from you is somehow a life worth living to him? Okay then. smh

But it's the contrasting nature of Percy's quietly abiding love for John versus John's desperate fervour for Jamie that I find most intriguing. While John's chased after Jamie at nearly every possible opportunity over the years (even when he knew his attention was vehemently unwanted), Percy...hasn't.

Only on THREE occasions did Percy actually purposefully set out to see John. The first time they met again after 18 years when John returned to his hotel room to find Percy waiting for him -- though that occasion was primarily motivated by Percy's work (though I'm sure he was quick to volunteer his services when it gave him a reason to see John again xd). And the time(s) Percy turned up at John's tent looking for him after he'd recognized John disguised as an enemy soldier, no doubt because he feared John being hanged for a spy.

And Percy was quick to try and leverage his own realm of influence to safeguard John's life when he asked to take John to meet the Marquis de Lafayette. He knew the young nobleman would heed his counsel as his adviser if he convinced him John was too valuable to be executed and that he should advocate on John's behalf to General Washington (since he held Lafayette in great affection and regarded him like a son). Through Lafayette's influence Percy could've ensured John was permitted to serve out his parole in safety and comfort (if only Jamie had consented to let him go!), maybe even in the French camp where Percy was. (And, hello, there's fanfic idea for anyone looking for one! ^.^ lol)

And the third and final time Percy sought John out was on Richardson's boat (somewhere he was quite likely forcibly brought in the first place or else deceived into coming), when he came to apologize to him and admit he still loved him because he thought he might never see him again. ��

But the thing that stands out to me is just how much Percy, in fact, never actively chased John at all during all those years. All the other times they only encountered each other incidentally. And sure, Percy flirted a bit here and there, but mostly he maintained his sense of purpose and did his job. The only time he really went out of his way to seek out John outside of his work was when he feared for John's life.

Percy felt no need to chase John on a personal level because his love for him had long become sufficient in and of itself. He felt no desperation to pursue John the way John did Jamie (despite both of them being aware that their romantic affections were unwelcome), no need to cling to any mementos of John (like John's done with Jamie's sapphire all these years) to remind himself of his feelings for him, and he didn't feel the same depth of insecurity to use the other to fill the void within himself as John did with Jamie.

Yet it can't be denied that Percy loved John greatly all that time in his own far less overtly displayed way. Even while doing his job his desire to safeguard John was ever-present. Even in the months when he never saw or spoke to John he was still keeping abreast of where he was and what he was doing, and most importantly, investigated Ezekiel Richardson and figured out the threat he posed to the Grey family and warned John about him years before Richardson even closed in for the kill. If only John had given Percy's warning the credence it deserved! T_T

(I also can't help but be amused by all the times Percy's straight out known more about everything's that going on than John. And Percy took a mere six months to figure out "Buttercup's" secret identity, but apparently John never figured out that "Beauchamp" and "Monsieur Citron" were in fact the same agent until 1780. John may've been the more experienced soldier, but it looks like Percy has always been the better spy! LOL And you know what? Good for him! <3)

I also can't help but feel that Percy's is ultimately the more selfless love, too. I mean, sure John cares about Jamie's welfare but it's a very self-serving sort of selflessness he demonstrates regarding Jamie a lot of the time. How many times has he talked about doing something for Jamie's greater welfare but in the same breath also expressed that it's because it's something HE (John) needs for sake of himself? Not to mention that by so doing he also at least gained Jamie's gratitude and a modicum of his attention.

Whereas Percy continually acts out of care for John even though John barely offers him basic civility in their interactions, let alone anything else. At least Jamie still offers John friendship (somewhat warped though it is). Percy is motivated by love of John alone, knowing perfectly well he has nothing whatsoever to offer Percy in return -- not even the basic dignity one human being ought to afford another, if John's apathetic treatment of him near the end of Bees is any indication. ~ 😔

(Honestly, just...*hurls John into the sea again for being a f*cking class A idiot* Jamie doesn't deserve John's love, and John barely, if at all anymore, still deserves Percy's.😑)

[plugrick]

It was indeed a long night in the best of ways, the culmination of years of yearning giving way to the fulfillment of deepest desires. Mandibles wrapping around sensitive mandibles in an erotic dance of sensuality, raised ridges on chitinous exoskeleton hooking together in just the right places, words becoming unneeded as blissful chittering and insectizoid purrs took over…

But while the two long lost lovers were busy rekindling old flames between the sheets, Rick on the other hand… Well, he was having quite the opposite experience.

Shaky hands lit cigarette after cigarette as the human anxiously paced, the red cherry on the end serving as the only pop of color in the otherwise featureless room. He should probably try to relax and recouperate for a while, but Rick found it impossible to stay still. The sad steel box that he was locked in against his will was frankly oppressive, and it served as a constant reminder of their former imprisonment. It made him feel more paranoid than he did that one time he tripped balls on way too many hits of Gorgon acid and became convinced there were giant bats trying to eat him. At least Amy was still around to passively rant to about how fucked up everything was—

Until she started complaining about how “obnoxious” his chain smoking was and excused herself on account of the thick cloud of harsh tar irritating her lungs and making her cough. Hmph. Being alone was the very last thing Rick wanted to be right now, but he wouldn’t be caught dead asking her to hang out with him or something. So…

Here he was, by himself. Waiting.

A rapidly growing pile of cigarette butts haphazardly tossed on the floor served as a testament to his state of restlessness and worry. They burned away one after the other, turning to ash between his fingertips as the time ticked by with agonizing lethargy. When was Mike coming back, anyway?

RRRRRRUMBLE

Oh, sweet glob. The vibrations rocking through the ship were noticably worsening as time went on, and definitely becoming more frequent. At times it felt as if the Outpost itself were bellowing like some great deep space whale, the shaking underfoot threatening to throw him off balance as he wore a rut into the small space he was allotted. Or maybe it was the intermittent weakness in his knees that was making his footsteps occasionally falter. There was only one thing that could be making that much noise, after all. And it was hungry.

Fuck! It felt like it had been hours now. Where the hell was Mike?! It was painstakingly lonely without the assassin around, even if he had tried to kill him bare handed. Rick shuddered just thinking about it, but quickly pushed aside the mental image of Mike’s features twisted up in full Berserk rage. He said his absence wouldn’t be long, but that obviously wasn’t the case and the ship kept rattling like a flimsy tin can. What was even happening out there?!

He was practically helpless here, at a severe power disadvantage under Federation rule, all while danger and death stalked around every corner. Damn it all! The unsureness of what was to come was a fucking mental torture—!

Rick finally got sick of wearing a path into the floor like a zoo animal suffering psychosis from being trapped in a too-small enclosure and bit clean through the end of his smoke in frustration. He curled his hand into a fist and banged on the door, ready to rip into the guards outside and demand answers.

The guards didn’t seem to think much of him, given their vague responses and eye rolls that Rick received as response. That stupid video of him suffering at his lowest had left an impression, and it wasn’t one that made him respectable in their eyes. No matter how much he barked demands for an explanation or raised his voice as he fought tooth and nail to be let out, they brushed his concerns aside like it was nothing. Eventually, they began to ignore him entirely no matter how hard he tried. They would tell him what was going on, they wouldn’t tell him where Mike went, they wouldn’t let him out - UGH!

Fine. Fine! Fuck it! He would just figure it out by himself!

In his irritated state, Rick found a swell of determination and set about to the task of attempting to repair his broken portal device with the extremely limited materials available to him. Something must’ve happened to Mike. He was sure of it, and doubly sure that he needed to fix his tech and rescue him before it was too late. It wasn’t like his ex-boyfriend, someone he knew like the back of his hand, would just up and disappear on him all night with their unfinished argument and associated feelings still on the table unless something happened… Right?!

To his frustration, the device was nearly irreparably damaged, crushed and bent and glass cracked from being roughed up by Federation goons. Even with the help of internal machinery in his hands that allowed fingertips to be switched out with screwdriver heads and various other small tools, it was nigh impossible to perform necessary repairs. He was able to get it apart, sure, but finding the entire extent of the damage and putting it back together in a way that fully worked? Without portal fluid?! That was a different thing entirely. Was it even possible?!

Damn his stupid hole-ridden brain! What good was a Rick if he couldn’t pull a rabbit out of his hat and portal away?!

Soon enough, the place was scattered with pieces and parts much in the same way it was littered with cigarette butts and empty flasks, and Rick was thoroughly enraged.

“S-stupid fucking thing! UuuuUUUUGH!”

He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands for a while after that, despair leeching into his worried thoughts. Lizardperson was closing in, he didn’t have enough brain cells alive to put together a portal gun on the fly, and Mike was going to get hurt again. And it would be HIS fault. Fuck fuck fuck.

Maybe… maybe some Galax would help clear his mind and calm his nerves. Maybe it would help him focus, or give him just enough of an edge to figure something out.

….Or maybe it would at least numb the yawning chasm of hurt inside of him.

It was like a ritual. He drew up a vial of the dark pseudo poison - one of the precious few directly on his person - found a vein and…

In truth, it didn’t make him feel any better. But then again, it didn’t really make him feel much of anything at all. The worlds edges were smoothened out, his thoughts subdued. Comfortable, but in the same way that liquor was comfortable to an alcoholic. It made everything feel alright.

And that’s when it came to him.

Rick frowned. He honestly didn’t want it to come down to this, but it just might work. There was a chance that he might be able to use a portal fluid powered component from his cellphone to power the portal device for a precious use or two, although it would be unstable and therefore risky. A risk that he was willing to take.

He reached into a pocket and pulled out the device, of which had seen better days. The front of it had been thoroughly smashed in the process of being captured by Federation soldiers just the same as the portal gun, but it was somehow still functional.

There was just one problem.

Rick chewed his bottom lip, his brow furrowing as he swept a thumb over the spiderweb cracked screen. He had owned this thing for a long time, faithfully upgrading and maintaining security measures to protect its contents. He was an intergalactic drug dealer at the end of the day, and it was important to keep his personal business ventures under close wraps.

But it wasn’t the clientele list that could take out universal leaders or the detailings of extremely illegal deals that could send him away for several lifetimes that he was concerned about losing once he scrapped the device for parts. No, what he prized was far more important than all of that…

He opened the photo album and swept to a very special file. One that contained all the special pictures, the ones of him and Mike.

Bright smiles from better times illuminated the stress-roughened and Galax-ridden features of Rick’s face. They both looked so happy here, arms thrown over each others shoulders and laughing drunkenly with beers in hand, a bar setting with a game of darts in the background. Mike had looked good in his charcoal colored power suit that he had picked out for him. They’d had such high hopes for the success of their mission…

He swept a thumb again and again and again, sifting through oh so many stills from wild nights and assassination missions wherein they had combined the best of debaucheries - killing people and partying. It was funny how well the two activities paired, on par with fine wine and cheese or sex and chocolate. It had been their thing, their lifestyles easily going hand in hand.

Things had been simpler then.

Dramatic poses and coy kisses and candid shots; in night clubs and dizzyingly bizarre dimensional scenery and and beaches and more than a couple raunchy photos of them in bed that made Rick blush. A sweet snapshot or two that Mike didn’t know he took, when he was just doing something in a lighting that made him look particularly handsome. Or, in the case of a couple photos, that he was probably too high at the time to remember being taken. Even he didn’t remember taking a good chunk of these…

And then. There it was. A play button.

The video to end all videos, downloaded on his phone. He nearly forgot that he still had it on here.

The Xandia tape.

Rick felt a pang of guilt. He probably shouldn’t watch it. Mike had been awful touchy on the subject of the love pills - erm, orgasm enhancers when they had been brought up. And they were in the middle of a fight. A huge, ugly fight.

But there was no telling if they would make it out of this. There was no telling if Mike was even alive right now.

Why shouldn’t he reminisce on better days? It might be the last time he ever did.

Rick laid down on the bottom bunk and curled up in the thin military issued blanket with a heavy heart and pressed play. The inappropriate sounds coming from the crackly speakers just loud enough that he wouldn’t hear the door opening…

“Uhn~! Fuck, Rick~!”

“Ahn~! Ah~! Oh, M-MIKE!”

X

[themonstermatch]

A Beastly Friend (male orc x female reader)

POV: you're a princess longing to know what life is like outside the castle walls. You meet an interesting character down in the dungeons, and you have more in common with him than you expected...

"I told you to stay away from the dungeons. The orc down there is a prisoner, not a friend. He's dangerous. Far too dangerous for a young lady like you." The guard stares down his nose at you and sneers. "And what would your father say about that?"

Your jaw tightens as you grit your teeth together. Your fists clench at your sides. "He'd tell you to stop wasting time with stupid questions and get back to work."

You stand there, staring each other down for a few more moments, then he straightens. "Regardless of your...extracurricular activities...you will be expected at dinner tonight." He looks you up and down meaningfully. "In clean clothes this time."

"Of course." You give him your sweetest smile, your deepest curtsy. Maybe he would get the message and leave you alone.

Instead, he chuckles under his breath and turns away. "Enjoy your day, Princess," he calls over his shoulder as he heads back into the castle proper.

You watch him go, eyes burning in anger. As much as it pains you to admit it, he’s right. Even though you know better than anyone how bad things could get if you go near the dark corners of the castle.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t still sneak off for a little fun every now and again.

You sigh and kick at a pebble on the ground. Fun. That thing you’re not allowed to have. A shiver runs through you. What will happen when Father discovers you went to see that poor orc?

He didn't seem too bad, really. Misunderstood, maybe. But wasn't part of a leader’s job to understand and make connections with other people? To know their hearts and minds so they could lead them properly?

If only your father would try harder. If only he would listen to you. Then you wouldn't have all these problems. The king wouldn't need to lock up monsters like him just because they didn’t fit into the world.

But of course, you are just a woman. Not even the first born, either. You have no clout. No power. Nothing but a useless title and this gilded cage. So why do you feel guilty for wanting something else? Something forbidden. Why do you want to help that monster out of his misery? Because deep down inside, you want to break free. Want to know what it’s like outside the castle walls.

And if you can’t leave yourself, maybe you could help the mysterious prisoner.

***

The sound of heavy footfalls echoes throughout the stone corridor as you creep forward, making sure to keep to the shadows. The clanking metal of chains and manacles scrapes against the wall as you pass by.

Jeers and catcalls ring from the other occupied cells, but you ignore them. This one was different. He was quiet. Unmoving. And he smelled…strange. Like some kind of animal.

You peek around the corner, keeping low to avoid being seen. Peering through the bars of the cell door, you can see the dim light of a torch flickering on the opposite side.

A guard walks past, carrying another torch. It lights up the whole room for a moment before disappearing down the hall once more. In that brief flash of light, you catch sight of the prisoner hunched over in his chains. His face is covered with scars and long black hair hangs down to cover his eyes. Pointed ears poke out from his tangled mane, pierced with metal rings. Sharp ivory tusks jut upward from his wide jaw.

Broad shoulders hunch over as he stares at the damp stone floor. But then he notices you, and it’s the look in those wild, yellow eyes that stops you cold. They are filled with pain. With hopelessness.

He looks like he’s starving. Starving for freedom. For food. For anything.

You swallow hard. “Are you hungry?” You reach into your sack and pull out a small hunk of bread.

He grunts in reply, his voice raspy and raw.

You reach out a hand through the bars, trying to calm him. “I brought you some bread. Just hold still. You can trust me. I won't hurt you.”

His head snaps up suddenly, catching you completely off guard. Those wild eyes lock onto yours, glowing bright in the darkness.

You stumble backwards, almost falling into the wall behind you. Your heart pounds in your chest. Goosebumps rise on your arms as you try to scramble away.

But he’s faster than you expect. Before you know what’s happening, he lunges at the bars.

Before you can do anything, he shoves his massive arms through the gap and grabs you by the throat.

You scream as he lifts you off the ground, squeezing you so tightly you can’t breathe. You claw at his arm, but he’s too strong. Too fast.

You thrash wildly, kicking at his legs. He doesn’t budge. You cough and wheeze, your vision growing blurry. You can hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears, feel your pulse racing in your neck.

You are going to die.

No!

You pry your eyes open, forcing your gaze to meet his.

"Stop!" You command as loudly and as clearly as you can. It comes out as more of a raspy cough, but it’s something. You don’t even know if he can understand you, but you have to try.

He hesitates for a moment, his grip loosening slightly.

"Let me go!" You plead, gasping for air. "I'm here to help you. I brought you bread!"

The big brute growls, lowering his head to sniff at you. His hot breath washes over you, and to your surprise it doesn’t smell half bad. You’d expected some putrid odor like rotting garbage, but what you got instead was a strong earthy, herbal scent. Like a bitter tea or a crushed bark.

His wide mouth struggles to make sounds you can understand. "...who." That’s the only word you can make out.

"Me. I'm Princess Y/N.” You choke out the words between breaths. "I want to help you." You point to the bread, which lays forgotten on the ground. "Help. Food."

He follows your gaze, copying the movement. "Food."

You nod, hoping he understands.

Slowly, he lowers you to the floor. You gasp for breath as you scramble away.

He eyes you warily, then crouches down and picks up the loaf of bread. The orc sniffs it, then he looks at you again. "Food."

You nod. This time you make a motion of moving your hand toward your mouth. "Food. You can eat it."

He tilts his head to the side, considering. He sniffs the crust for a moment, then takes a small bite. He chews slowly, face creased in concentration.

Then he eats the rest of the bread, wolfing it down in three large bites. When he finishes, he licks his lips clean, then looks back up at you expectantly.

"Food?"

You hold out your empty hands. "No more. No more food."

He frowns, but seems to get the message. With a groan, he sits back on his haunches and studies you.

You feel like you should say something, but you’re too nervous. You can’t think of anything. So you just stare back at him, trying to figure out what to do next.

"Who." You try to repeat it the same way he did. This time you point at his chest. "Who are you?"

"Huuuungh." He draws out the word, shaking his head.

You frown. "What does that mean? Who are you?"

He makes the sound again.

"Is that your name?" You ask.

Again, he shakes his head. "Name."

"Yes, your name." You point at his chest again. "Your name is..."

"...Zaku."

You blink. It has a nice ring to it. "You are Zaku?"

"Zaku." He repeats it, making the strange sounds.

"Okay, Zaku." You smile. "It's nice to meet you."

He grunts in response. Zaku's ears twitch, and his eyes widen. "Go," he hisses suddenly. "Bad."

While you are still trying to understand his words, sharp footsteps echo down the corridor. Your breath lodges in your throat -- oh no! You can’t get caught! You spin around and take flight, running as fast as you can back the way you came.

They were still far enough away that maybe they didn’t see you. It’s dark in here, and they’re just doing their rounds. That has to be it. That's what you have to tell yourself, anyway, to keep the panic from taking over. You duck into a narrow side passage and press yourself against the wall, waiting. After a few minutes, the guards continue down the hallway. You stay frozen in place until they disappear completely. Only then do you dare to breathe again.

You let out a shaky sigh and lean your forehead against the cool stone wall. That was a close one. Too close. And if you get caught down here again, they’ll probably lock you up in your room. You wince at the thought. No. You can’t let that happen.

So as soon as the guards are out of earshot, you turn and hurry back up the stairs to the surface, leaving all thoughts of the miserable orc behind you. Bitter, angry thoughts pepper your brain as you weave your way back through the little-used halls and passages.

You can’t save him. And it was foolish to think that you could. You are nothing more than a useless princess. A prisoner trapped in your own castle. Nothing more than a puppet, existing only to play a part. As soon as you sneak back into your room and close the door, your shoulders shake with a suppressed sob. The orc -- Zaku, you remember -- is doomed.

And there is nothing you can do about it.

[beels-burger-babe]

I Burn For You

***So THIS has been stuck in my head all day and I just- I love it. I love it so much. And it reminded me...So you guys all know how I hate/love Lucifer...it gave me those vibes. So........... Well I haven't written anything actually relevant to The Facade of the Suitor or anything else that I've been procrastinating, I have been able to push out this little short inspired by this beauty of a duet that is EVERYTHING to me. -B***

Summary: Since MC's arrival, Lucifer and them have never fully gotten along. There was always a large, unknown and undiscussed tension between them and they were fine to keep it that way. But when MC's security in the Devildom is threatened by both the angels and the nobility of the Devildom itself, everything changes. As a ruse to persuade the celestial realm, MC and Lucifer wed. After the ceremony, they finally talk about the unacknowledged feelings burning inside of both of them.

MC x Lucifer

The air hung heavy and thick like the gold bands that now decorated both of your fingers.

You and Lucifer stood on opposite sides of the room, your backs facing one another with nothing but silence between you.

You couldn't help but reminisce on how you got here, on your supposed 'honeymoon' married to none other but the prideful, arrogant, avatar of sin, Lucifer Morningstar himself.

Diavolo had burst into the House of Lamentation an entire month ago. He desperately explained how the angels had received word about you through the fond, innocent-intending, stories of Luke and we're demanding that you be 'released' from your 'imprisonment in the infernal Devildom and that they wished to cleanse you of the 'hellish corruption' the demons had 'forced upon you' through your pacts. Wanting to avoid yet another Celestial War, even on a small scale, the noble court had wanted to agree and simply hand you over to them, cut your pacts, and banish you from returning as an act of agreement and co-operation with the angels.

Obviously, this didn't sit well with you or any of the brothers.

You had all tried to come up with a number of plans, but they all promised retaliation from the angels.

Eventually, it was Lucifer himself who begrudgingly came up with the final plan. The angels wouldn't believe you if you simply told them that you liked it here and wanted to stay. They'd think you were charmed or manipulated. However, if the two of you worked together, and pretended to be in a relationship, convince the angels of your 'genuine' feelings and prove to them that you were in love, and finalize this by marrying Lucifer, it just might work.

First of all, love was something that had sparked war in the past, that both sides had learned from and had grown to deeply treasure and value. Secondly, Micheal, head Archangel of the Celestial Realm, trusted Lucifer the most of all the brothers. The two of you could take advantage of that use it to convince him that you were actually safer in the Devildom by Lucifer's side. And finally, if you were willingly bound by marriage, there was very little that the Celestial Realm could do to force you to leave.

The plan wasn't terrible, but there was one thing about it that caused you to clench your fists and grind your teeth: it was with Lucifer.

Lucifer who constantly teased you and pushed your buttons in a way that he knew would cause you to either give in to him or snap.

Lucifer who was cruel and sadistic and did nothing unless there was some personal gain or it was under the demand of his precious Diavolo.

Lucifer who never ever put anything before his own stupid pride.

Though you were normally a calm and positive person, there was just something about Lucifer that had always caused an inferno of anger and rebellion to burn within you. You felt this strong need to constantly prove him wrong and to defy him.

As a result, the two of you consistently butted heads, arguing about Lucifer's treatment of his brothers and your recklessness on an almost weekly basis.

The idea of being chained to this...this demon for the rest of your mortal life caused your stomach to twist tightly into knots. Though, if it ensured you'd be able to stay with the rest of your found family? You'd make the necessary sacrifice.

So the two of you did the whole show. You went on dates, smiled and laughed together as though you were the lead roles in a Hallmark Christmas movie, and played every card in the book to convince the angels that you were safe and happy under the kind watch of your lover.

Those weeks had started off painful, as you pushed back all feelings of disdain for the eldest brother to play the role of the perfect partner. But as time passed, you hadn't noticed that it had become easier and easier to stay by his side. The smiles you gave him were no longer forced, but sincere ones that brought joy. The lines between what was real and what was fake began to blur.

You sealed the deal with your wedding only a few hours ago.

The vows Lucifer had spoken...promising to watch and protect you even as your skin wrinkled and your hair grew grey. To hold your hand and aid you when you no longer had the strength. To shower you in love and devotion even in your final hours.

They had been spoken with such passion and raw emotion that you didn't dare think too deeply about. It had caused your breath to catch in your throat, and you had to remind yourself that this was all an act. Soon the curtain would close, and Lucifer would return to the cold-hearted monster that you knew.

Yet even now, hours after the ceremony had finished, you couldn't get that intense gaze, and the sparks that exploded under your fingertips as his hands gently squeezed yours, out of your head.

Lucifer sighed from the other side of the room and glanced over at you. "Are we just going to continue ignoring each other?"

You scoffed and turned your head further away; ignoring the loud pounding of your heart and instead focusing on the flickers of frustration licking up your gut. "What else are we supposed to do? There's no one else around. The act is over."

You whirled around at his sarcasm and could practically feel the wrath blazing behind your eyes. "Sorry, my Lord, if I'm not exactly giddy about the fact that I just signed myself to the likes of you just for the approval of some fluffy winged assholes!"

You could practically hear Lucifer roll his eyes as he walked over to the liquor cart and poured himself a drink. "Right. So you just plan to spend the entirety of the weekend that Micheal paid for us brooding in a corner? How mature of you."

Lucifer, the fucker, had the gull to act unphased and casually swirled his drink in his hand. "It could be much, much worse," he took a sip of the amber liquid before staring down in his glass. "It's not as though you didn't agree to this."

"Only because I didn't want to be kicked out of the Devildom and never allowed to see your brothers again!" You growled. Your anger only grew as you noticed him clench his fingers tighter around the glass. You groaned and ran a hand through your hair. "This was a stupid plan! You probably just invented this entire ruse as yet another way to get under my skin. Well congratulations, Lucifer. You win!"

You refused to look at him, as you turned your heated gaze out the window.

You didn't see the flash of hurt that washed over his expression, nor hear the way his breath caught in his throat. "Is being married to me truly that awful? Are you honestly telling me that you haven't enjoyed even a single second of this past month?"

You tensed and crossed your arms over your chest, as you continued to avoid looking at him. "What kind of question is that? You're a demon who cares about nothing but himself," you pursed your lips and mentally tried to deny just how wrong those words felt on your tongue.

"I wouldn't say that's true. Believe it or not, I do care for my brothers." There was a shaky breath, one so uncharacteristic for the confident Morningstar, before he continued. "And you. I did promise to love you until your final breath after all, and I do not break my promises."

There was silence once again. Though this quiet seemed to crackle with the anticipation for something, though neither of you quite knew what.

You closed your eyes, refusing to acknowledge the flutter in your heart at his words. "Those vows were only part of the act. They weren't real."

"Perhaps not for you," your eyes snapped open at the response. You looked back at the demon. Lucifer stood leaning against the wall, drink still in hand, as he stared intensely at the floor. "This may have all been an act for you, MC, but it stopped being a ruse for me mere hours after we began."

You felt yourself frown as you stared at him. Your traitor heart dared to grow warm with hope, only adding fuel to the growing frustration inside you. "You're lying. You're just trying to get me worked up again."

"Actually, I'm not," his eyes met yours and it felt as though time froze. His expression was so unguarded, so honest. For once, you looked into his eyes and you could see every emotion that he wore openly before you. You could see the hurt, the certainty, and most of all the same passionate love that shone so brightly in them throughout the ceremony. "From the moment I met you, you caused a fire to ignite in my heart. I was determined to control you and to make you be the human representative for Diavolo. But then, you acted against me, and that changed. I still wanted to make sure that you fulfilling your purpose in the exchange program, but I took on the challenge of finally having you respect and listen to me. You were stubborn and fierce, yet so beautifully driven and I admired that." your eyes widened at the admission. "It wasn't until I was forced to look at you in a romantic light for this scheme that I understood the true nature of these feelings. It wasn't that I wanted to control you, or break you, or shape you into what I needed. It was so much deeper, so much more dangerous than that. I wanted to have you fall in love for me, as I had fallen for you, and make you mine."

He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. "I know you don't feel the same. I've accepted that. But I...I'm done with acting like this isn't real for me. I refuse to pretend that there's nothing there between us any longer."

He finally broke eye contact, looking back at his now empty glass as you practically gaped at him. Love. Lucifer...loved you? You gulped and took a step towards him, "Lucifer..."

The fire burning within you consumed you as your face heated up. "You...You love me? You actually love me?"

You flinched as he glared sharply at you. "Don't rub it in."

You didn't know what to make of that. You weren't sure what to make of any of this. Your feelings towards Lucifer had changed over the past month, but you had assumed that was simply part of the act. But if everything he had done and said as you two were pretending to be a couple was real, then what did that mean for you?

What did that mean for the way the sight of him caused your heart to skip? Or the way his rare smiles never failed to make you smile back? Or the unwavering sense of comfort and security that he provided?

What did that mean for the ruthless, scalding fire that he had always caused to rage inside you? You always assumed it was anger, but what if...

You gasped in realization. "I burn for you."

The demon tensed as he blinked in confusion. "You...I'm sorry, you what?"

You moved closer to him, each step more certain than the last, as you shakily spoke the words that rang through you. "I burn for you, Lucifer. I don't know entirely what it means myself, but ever since we met you've caused this irrational passion and drive to sear inside of me. I-I had always assumed it was hatred. You're so infuriating. Every word you speak does nothing but cause that fire to flare brighter within in. Every action leaves me filled with sparks of restless energy that won't be satiated until I combust at you," as you now stood nearly toe to toe with him, you grabbed his hand and placed it over your roaring heart. Hope flickered like a candle in the darkness of his black eyes. "I had thought that this couldn't be anything other than anger and hatred. I refused to believe even the possibility that it could be anything else. But this past month you...you were honest and almost kind and vulnerable. Your teasing didn't make me want to punch you, but rather made me laugh. You showed me a side of you that I didn't even know existed. I...I think-"

You were cut off by a finger on your lips. Lucifer looked down at you with a stern, cold expression. The action paired with that face would've caused you to become infuriated by his audacity and superiority complex in the past. But now you could see past it, and could see it for what it truly was: a carefully crafted barrier that hid his most vulnerable feelings and protected him. "If you do not mean the words you were about to say, if you are pitying me, I must demand that you stop here. Do not say those words unless you truly mean them," his deep voice was tinged with distrust and caution.

You held his gaze as you kissed the pad of the finger against your lips and whispered gently, "Lucifer, I think that I love you."

Suddenly your lips were captured in his as he pulled you close and ever so adoringly cupped your face. For the first time since meeting him, the flames inside you were extinguished by the cold touch of his hands on your face and the surprising gentleness of his affection.

His hand slid from your face and came to rest on your shoulder as his eyes widened. His gaze scanned your expression for any traces of falsehood or insincerity. You could hear the breath leave his lungs as he found none.

He softly kissed his temple, effectively hiding his face as it grew redder and whispered, "Of course, beloved."

Lucifer laughed as he pulled away, his thumb caressing your cheek, as he smiled. "To think it only took us getting married to realize it," you laughed as you felt happy tears prick the corners of your eyes. Lucifer sighed in content as rested his forehead against yours. "Remind me to send a thank you to, Micheal."

You hummed and nuzzled closer to him as you rested your head on his shoulder. "Forget Micheal. He's still an asshole as far as I'm concerned. Instead, focus on me. On us. I want to learn everything about you, about the real you," you smiled as he looked down at you with flushed cheeks. "My husband, Lucifer Morningstar."

You couldn't help but wonder how you had been so oblivious to your true feelings as a shiver ran down your spine and warmth spread throughout your chest simultaneously.

This honest and pure love between the two of you, was new, yet it felt so familiar, and it was abundantly clear to both of you that the depth of those feelings would only become clearer and clearer in time as the fires of your love only grew.

***Gasp. I actually finished something. Would you look at that. Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this little fic! Thank you so much for your support during my hiatus and for being so understanding. I love you guys! Thanks again for reading!***

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Content/Warnings: mentions of Diana’s Alzheimer’s and Schizophrenia, prison, separation of father and daughter, swearing

A/N: i hope you guys enjoy my new fic! this may be about 8 chapters or so! i’m not sure yet, going to see how interested people are in the plot :) (also quick disclaimer: i have never been in the foster care system so please excuse any inaccuracies)

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Spencer never wanted his daughter to see him like this, being brought into the BAU bullpen in handcuffs. He was supposed to be the good guy.

Right now, he couldn’t tell if he still was. He had good intentions going down to Mexico to get non-FDA approved medicine for his mom but he may have killed someone in the process. If only he could just remember.

Camellia ran into his arms to hug him, a hug he so desperately wanted to return if it wasn’t for these stupid cuffs around his wrists.

“They can’t just take you away, Dad,” she cried.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m going to get back to you as soon as possible,” he promised, kissing the top of her head.

Spencer felt absolutely crushed as the guards had to drag his crying 11-year-old off of him so he could be taken to his holding cell.

-

You had just gotten off of work when your phone rang. Eileen, the head foster care coordinator, was calling.

“Hello,” you answered.

“Hey Y/N,” she greeted you, “I know you haven’t had a foster kid in a few months but I kind of have an urgent case. 11-year-old sixth grade girl. Mom has been out of the picture for a while, Dad recently imprisoned and on trial for murder. There are a bunch of family friends willing to take her but no direct family,” she explained.

“I can take her for as long as she needs,” you told Eileen.

“Great! I’ll text you the address, it’s the FBI headquarters.”

-

When you walked into the BAU, still in your dino scrubs and white lab coat, Eileen was surrounded by a frantic group of people.

“As I said before, I don’t doubt any of your credentials but this is the law. We can only give away a child to direct family at this point in time. If you are not direct family, you will need a lawyer to fight for custody as well as permission from her father but that process could take months,” Eileen stated.

“Spencer hasn’t spoken to his father in years and his mother is in a facility for her schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s,” a dark-haired woman spoke.

“Exactly so she must be turned over to the foster care system. I apologize to you all but this is how it works. We can’t bend the rules,” Eileen said.

“I don’t want Callie fending for herself in a house with 20 other kids,” a blonde-haired woman argued, “I’m her godmother. She stays with me all the time. She was staying with me while Spencer was in Mexico.”

“Sorry, my answer is still no. But, hopefully this will squash your concerns, Y/N!” she called you over, “This is Y/N. Jo will be placed with her. She is a pediatric doctor and currently has no other foster kids at the moment but all of her past kids have absolutely adored her. She always passes her surprise safety and wellness checks with flying colors.

“Hi,” you waved, intimidated by this huge group of frustrated people with guns on their hips.

“A doctor? So she isn’t even going to be home most of the time,” a curly-haired man scoffed.

“Actually, I own my own practice. I don’t work at a hospital so I usually have a regular 8-4 shift unless one of my patients needs urgent attention,” you clarified.

“JJ, don’t make me go,” a girl, who you could only assume was Callie, sobbed.

They were all staring at you like you were the worst person on Earth. You wanted to shrivel up and die. When you went through the process of becoming a foster parent, you thought this was a very admirable thing to do. You just wanted to provide a good home to kids in need.

“Do any of you have a key to Dr. Reid’s residence so Camellia can pack a bag?” you asked politely.

The woman closest to Callie that must be JJ pulled a key off of her chain and handed it to you.

“I’ll-um-leave my phone number and address here so you guys can contact me at any time or stop by. I understand your concerns but please know I try my absolute hardest to make sure all kids feel welcome and safe in my house,” you scribbled your information down on a scrap piece of paper.

“Are you ready to go, Camellia?” you asked softly.

She went around hugging everyone in the circle before solemnly nodding to you.

God, you felt like such an asshole.

-

After Callie finished packing her things from her bedroom in relative silence, you returned to the car.

“I don’t know what you like to eat but we can stop at the grocery store so we can get stuff you like and any other things you need,” you said.

You were met with silence from the backseat. You offered for her to sit in the passenger seat but she declined.

“Listen, I’m really not trying to be the bad guy here. Please don’t make me out to be one. I know you are having a tough time with your Dad’s situation right now but shutting everyone else out won’t help,” you spoke softly, “Trust me, I know.”

You sighed when the silence continued. You pulled out of the Reid’s driveway and headed to the grocery store.

-

You let Callie lead when you entered the grocery store, opting to follow behind her with the cart. She went immediately to the frozen meal section and started throwing them in.

“Camellia, that’s fine if those are what you want but just so you know, I love to cook so I can make you anything you want,” you offered.

“This is what I’m used to,” she spoke sharply, “My dad is not a bad dad, he just usually doesn’t have much time.”

“I never claimed he was,” you defended yourself.

After that, you kept your mouth shut. Clearly, she was a very independent girl and she had her own routine she liked to stick to.

-

You hauled all the grocery bags inside the house and unloaded them as Callie brought in her suitcases.

“So Camellia, I put all the food you picked out in these two cabinets. I mean obviously, you are welcome to anything in the kitchen but I just wanted you to know where the things you picked out were. I always have a grocery list on the fridge that you can add to,” you began to give her a tour of the house, “Bathroom is in there. There’s another upstairs. Here’s the living room with a TV,” you headed up the stairs, “Here’s my room.”

On your bed was an adorable toyger kitten cuddled up on your pillow.

“Oh! This is Winnie like Winnie the Pooh. I just got her a few weeks ago from a shelter. She is super friendly and loves snuggles so she will probably try to sneak into your bed unless you keep your door closed.”

“I don’t mind,” Callie spoke softly as she petted Winnie.

You smiled softly. These were the first words you got out of her that weren’t a rejection.

You continued the tour, “There’s a bathroom between our rooms but I tend to use the downstairs one so feel free to make it your own. And here’s your room,” you opened the door to a white room with a queen bed in the center, a small bookshelf, a few plants, and paintings.

“I hope this is good enough for now. We can go out this weekend to a home goods store if you want to redecorate. I’d even be open to repainting it if you want,” you offered.

Callie just set her bags down and nodded.

“Alright, I’ll leave you be. I’ll probably be downstairs for a while watching TV if you want to join. Let me know if you want me to make you anything,” you began to shut the door but Winnie slipped in first.

“Good night, you guys,” you smiled softly.

-

“Do you want me to wait out here or come in with you?” you asked softly.

Spencer had been denied bail, meaning he was transferred to a federal prison and Callie was going to be staying with you for a while. She had taken the news rather hard as expected when the team came over to your house to tell her. You still weren’t really accepted by the group so you mostly stood in the corner of the kitchen while they were all in your living room.

You had spoken to Eileen several times about Callie’s current situation. She gave you permission to do whatever you saw fit. This means you could opt her out of school one or two days a week if she wasn’t feeling up to it as long as she emailed her teachers and got her missed work in on time. You were researching different therapists for her to talk to because she didn’t seem to want to open up to you. You were also given a schedule of visiting times for her to visit her dad in prison.

“I’ll just go in alone,” she walked in the door to the visiting room, leaving you in the waiting room.

-

“Dad,” Callie tried to hug Spencer but the guard pointed to the ‘No Touching’ sign posted on the wall.

They both sat down defeatedly at opposite ends of the table.

“How are you?” Callie inquired, wiping her tears away from seeing her father locked up.

“I don’t want to talk about me, sweetheart. How are you? Emily and my lawyer visited yesterday and told me you had to be placed into foster care,” Spencer asked, concerned.

“It’s okay. Not the best,” she sighed.

“What’s happening? Are they hurting you? Are they not giving you enough to eat? Callie, I’ll have my lawyer on the phone and you out of there so quick,” Spencer frantically stated.

“No, Dad. Y/N is fine…nice, even. But she’s not you,” Callie cried.

Spencer’s face softened, “I’m so sorry, Callie. You don’t deserve to be dealing with any of this.”

“Just please come home,” she sniffled.

“I’m trying, sweetheart, I’m really trying,” he replied earnestly with tears in his eyes.

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*emerges from a dark corner of the bar and slams my drink down* alright kids, buckle up for a history lesson.

The reason reverse falls au isn't faithful to the name is because of how it was formed.

The original reverse falls, when it was really new and catching fire back in like 2013/14, was a fairly equal mixture of a 'roleswap au' where the twins took the place of the main recurring antagonists, Gideon and Pacifica (Bill was just a theory/question mark at the time, so his reversed version was an addendum to an already existing au), and a 'personality reverse' which is a WILDLY nebulous concept in and of itself

The AU as a whole has always left a lot of room for personal interpretation, but early creators laid a foundation and general themes, aesthetics and character designs that very quickly became open source and were just kinda the default for a lot of creators, who then added their own theories to the art.

Another AU that came out right alongside was Depravity Falls, which was basically the name given to the ragtag collection of gorier, darker and more twisted fanart. There was a good amount of crossover between these two aus, and it was almost soaked up into the base concept of Rev! Falls before long, which is where you get the bloodier & more competent Pines twins villains as opposed to the two they replaced being rated for a comedy kids show.

It's a big clue in understanding why reverse falls is the way it is, and why it became one of the bigger, more popular, longstanding aus, if not the biggest. It was a good place for adult fans of Gravity Falls to go, to consume & create content that was a lot more sensationally appealing, trope-y, shippy, and oftentimes nsfw (as this was for one waaay before shipping the demon with humans really went through the ringer and became taboo/cringey, for better or worse)

People like southern gospel gothic- they like big Victorian mansions and cutesy creepy Melanie Martinez-esque smiling twins who will deceive and seduce their victims with a knife behind their backs, corrupted innocence, effortless power. They like toxic yet appealing relationships & power dynamics, white-collar aesthetics, and they really like the color blue apparently. And here was an excuse to smash it all together in a semi-cohesive way.

Not as large, but it's worth mentioning that a notable portion of the Will Cipher fanart has a strong resemblance to Black Butler-esque concepts with the chained demon servant, and a lot of the stuff that doesn't still writes him as a damsel in distress/crybaby slave, which might help you understand what type of fan was making the art at the time, and what its purpose was. (anime fans and whump. A lot of people like whump)

I've seen a lot of au versions over the years that deviate from the 'norm' in an attempt to fulfill the creators idea of what's more accurate to the 'reversed' trope; different personalities, situations, character designs, there was even one crack au where the creator was like "okay well if everything is reversed doesn't that mean all the colors would be inversed. In this rev! falls all the colors are now Opposite, thank you"

But at it's core, reverse falls was simply an excuse to have the creator's fancies tickled, and a lot of fun stuff came from that because there's just so much creative freedom built into the concept itself. It's taken a very twisty route as an au, and there is no one accurate representation or canon because nobody really has claim over it, and I personally think that's pretty neat :)

Got reminded of that reverse falls thing where it was a Gravity Falls au someone made (I don’t really know who, but it got pretty popular) where the twins took over Gideon’s role as the antagonistic tent psychics, and then Pacifica and Gideon took over as the pines twins

And like I said, this au got really popular and I don’t know what the original au was like and what got added on by other people later on, but so far what I do know that’s apparently in all the versions is that the new gleeful twins are scarily competent at being evil psychics, and in some (maybe all) there’s a blue? version of Bill Cipher known as Will who’s like,, a sad version of him who’s under the twins’ control??

And here’s my thoughts on the au: that’s not. reverse. ???? like, reverse would be,,, reverse. Like if Dipper switched with Gideon, then Mabel should’ve switched with Pacifica, how come none of them became a northwest but Pacifica became a pines??? There’s now two sets of siblings where there was originally one, that doesn’t,, make,, any sense??? It bothers me every time I remember it

And I would’ve really liked this au if it was something like actually reverse falls, like: the twins are competent with it like Gideon was, but they’re still obviously kids who have no idea what they’re getting into with having Will around them, who’s waaay more dangerous than they could’ve ever realized, especially cause he makes himself seem so unassuming

(But instead the stuff I saw made them seem way more evil and better at being villains than Gideon??)