#like every single time i was able to write well it was a sudden burst of inspiration after not touching it for a month

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

gosh darn it both my vatican trio fics are like. 90% done with maybe 200 words left, but for some bloody reason i cant manage to write the last 5 or so sentences necessary

[primofate]

Time: 3:00 am

Status: can't sleep. Sudden urge to write something. Here goes.

Timer: 10 minutes

Actual time: 28 minutes

Warning: might be messy and rushed

Characters: Wriothesley x gn!reader

"Do you remember when I first met you?"

"...bits and pieces. It isn't very clear in my mind anymore," you reply rather curtly.

There's a short pause of silence at the dinner table, your cutlery and his cease to move as the two of you try to piece the event together.

Wriothesley chuckles and recounts the events with detail "It was one of those spring nights. Breezy, nice weather, sun wasn't up too high in the morning so the night was cool," as you continue to eat, he has stopped for the moment. "I was cut up from head to toe, small scratches everywhere. Some trouble with the meka that day,"

You raise your eyes up from the food, suddenly getting a wave of nostalgia as you recognize the moment all too clearly.

"On my way back to the Fortress I ran into you. All tidy and clean, box in your hands, looking up at me blankly. Do you remember what you said?"

You stifle a smile, because this part, you remember all too well.

"Here's your tea," the two of you say in unison, followed by a small laugh from you.

"...you left it in my hands, and then walked away as if it was the most normal day in your life. Like you never even saw me injured,"

"In my defense, you didn't look like you were in pain at all,"

He raises an eyebrow, meeting your gaze and ignoring your comment altogether. "I was suddenly obsessed with who you were. It wasn't as if you were trying to be mysterious, but who was this uncaring person standing at the Fortress entrance with my box of tea? I had to know,"

"Uncaring isn't quite the word for it. I was tired," you gently explained.

Yet again he continues as if not hearing you, "Only to find out the following week that my exotic tea dealer carefully hand picked herbs and mixed them, then personally delivers them to their customer's door. Lovely service. You remember what happened after that?"

Wriothesley's gaze on you is soft, with a hint of mischief on it, one that you returned. "I got orders. Tons of it. All to the Fortress of Meropide. I was there nearly every day doing deliveries,"

"Mmhmm. And then?" There's a chuckle on his lips, amused that you had taken over telling the story.

"And then one day I got fed up, asked to see the duke, burst into his office and said "Why don't you make your orders all in one go?!""

The scene in your mind is vivid now. The anger you felt at that moment whiplashed into your memory. It had been tiring, to go there everyday, only to deliver a miniscule amount of tea.

"And I said...?" Wriothesley has opted to lay his head on his fist, smile playing on his lips as you close the story.

You roll your eyes, "Here's your tea," but couldn't help the laughter that escaped your lips. "Poured me a cup as if you've never seen an angry person before. I was fuming!"

"It worked didn't it?" He had gone back to his food, hands now busy with cutting, smile still on his face. "I wasn't sure how to meet you again so I had ordered a box of tea for every day...that day you burst into my office? I just happened to be there at the right time, it was the first time in days I'd been able to sit and prep tea for myself. It was busy,"

"Or so you say,"

He chuckles at your suspicious look. "I made up for it, didn't I? The rest of the orders I placed, I personally picked them up from your store,"

"Everyday," you recall fondly.

"Every single day, I found time. And I'd do it all over again, in that same way, same words," he sounded like he was done talking, but him being the charmer that he is, added "except maybe I would've kissed you earlier. By the 24th order, maybe?"

You kick his leg from under the table. He hides his amusement with a short bark of laughter.

[ttttobistuff]

HIHI I saw you write for gravity falls :) I was wondering if we can get something with Grunkle Stan?? Maybe a NB reader? :0

Night of the Undead

( Stanley x GN Reader )

TW: A bit of angst

A/N: I apologize for taking so long, but I hope you enjoy it! I really like this episode, and Stan looks undeniably good.

Running your fingers through his soft hair, Stan’s head balanced as he tried to stay awake. You helped him stumble his way to the bed, after he once more fell asleep in the office.

Lately, organising the income of the Mystery Shack turned into a nightmare. Firstly, he tried with Wendy…of course, she failed in her task. Unfortunately, he then tried with Mabel, which went worse than expected. Abraham Lincoln did not enjoy glitter over his face.

After staying up night after night, he became cranky during the day. Fights would spark out of the blue, and you’d calmly end them. Usually, you could remind yourself that he was simply exhausted. Other days, it was considerably harder. For example, today.

You began to recall every time he simply exploded. Not once, nor twice, nor thrice.

Each time, he simply shut his mouth quickly and then turned around. Storming out of the room was not the best way to stop a fight, but at least it worked…you simply accepted it. You felt hurt, of course, but you didn’t wish to be another problem for Stan.

Tonight, when you curled up in bed, it was cold. The sheets were smooth, not a single wrinkle. You missed his face, his skin over yours and his warmth. The bed felt too big without him, merely empty. You waited for him, but then one hour went by, and then two.

Shivering, your legs moved across the Mystery Shack. Searching him in the place you knew he’d be, you pushed open the door. Turning the knob slowly, so as to not disturb him. Lucky enough, Stan was just staring at a myriad of dollars. Not doing much other than looking rather tired.

That’s how you ended up having to assist him to bed. But you did not mind much—you would do far more to be able to snuggle between his arms into his chest during those freezing times of the day. But nothing mattered anymore. The fights didn’t exist any longer, every scream, every hostile look. You began slipping into sleep while listening to his heartbeat, holding him close and tight.

The sudden burst of a sunbeam awoke you hours later, but for your liking, Stan’s voice was the first thing you heard.

“Today, it’ll be different. I promise,” raspy and deep, it made you blush, “the party will go well.”

Immediately, the word party alarms you slightly.

“What—what party?” Foolishly, you asked.

Stan chuckled in response, and as his face approached yours, you stopped caring. His lips were placed, and his hands softly held your face.

“The grand re-opening for the shack, remember?”

He then proceeded to unwrap his arms around you, and stretch lazily. Dragging his legs out of the sheets, his expression remained fixed upon the door. You were curious why he looked exhausted, even after sleeping in for two hours more…

“C’mon, get up,” the man pulled your arm along with your whole body, “we have to prepare everything”.

And, as he just had stated, Stan did not waste a single second. Cleaning, rearranging, and buying food. Of course he did none of these, he was too busy with money. You began feeling fed up with it, yet you bottled it up. After all, there was not much to do—Stan only wished to keep proper order within the shack for the first time in ages.

You took upon yourself to clean, meanwhile the twins decorated everything. Well, Mabel did. Dipper was a bit too distracted with Wendy, but you couldn’t do anything but look at the painful, embarrassing conversations between them.

Couple of swipes and shiny stars after, the Mystery Shack was finally ready. And, as the sun set, you began admiring how quickly people filled up the empty space.

Still, something nagged you. Something was ticking you off, and there was no way you could enjoy the party without figuring it out. But as you investigated, the only unusual things you found were empty chairs. Except, Wendy and Dipper were supposed to stay sited all night long in those chairs. Leaving the lonely table, you wandered around. In an attempt to catch a glimpse of the two teenagers, you stumbled upon an outside window to Stan’s room.

Standing near it, you crouched near the floor. What if Stan was there? What was he doing? …is it weird to be spying on your partner?

You allowed your curious mind a peek. But, to your surprise, the only interesting thing within were the two teens you had initially been searching. Although Stan was there, his frown indicated anger. Yelling confirmed your suspicions, as well as Dipper sprinting through the door. Wendy looked remorseful, but there was nothing to be done.

Stan’s eyes travelled to the window, and your eyes met his. As for now, luck was not on your side.

He seemed displeased, and to worsen the situation furthermore, his sigh was your last straw. This morning, he promised a thing, and in a matter of hours, he had thrown it all away.

You stopped crouching down, and simply stood up. Slowly walking backwards to where you came from, his nostrils widened with fury. As his mouth you once kissed twisted, your heart begged you to run. And, so you did.

At this, Stan realised his mistake. Though, it was far too late.

Knees against your chest, and back against a tree trunk, you hid away. Unable to process your own thoughts, breathing became harder. The party loudly roared in the distance, but nothing could bring you back inside.

The night turned suddenly darker, and a goosebump crawled over you. The moonlight shined through your lids, and forced your eyes open. That same feeling, something was wrong again. Though, that time, you wished it had been Stan’s attitude…

From beneath the ground, a filthy, thin hand reached to the sky. Landing around your ankle, your instincts help you kick it off your skin. Moments later, dozens if not hundreds more began digging themselves up. Catching a few breaths of the cold night air, the undead desperately struggled through.

Soon enough, an odour drove them deep into madness. Flesh, fresh and warm. Jumping to your feet, you sprinted through the infinite trees. The further you went, the worse it looked.

Finally, you stood in front of the Mystery Shack. A gruesome scene unfolded before your very own eyes. A dreadful scream helped you snap out.

The twins were trapped upstairs, and judging by their frightened expressions, neither of them knew how to stay alive. Neither did you, but you would do anything it took to keep those kids alive. So you ran, and nothing could stop you.

Entering the house, and sailing your way through the rotting bodies drenched in dirt, you reached the stairs. Staring down at your ripped clothing, you thought of Stan. You thought of how badly his suit must look now. You thought of his messy hair, and manic eyes. His trembling hands, or the cold sweat dancing down his throat.

As you let down your guard, the undead begin to notice. Mercilessly, they launch at you. With all their might and hunger, they reach for you. Looking at what seemed to be the ending, your arms covered your face in terror.

One second later, then two, nothing had happened, except the strange sound of a punch…

This time, Stan was not late. He was right there, ripped suit, messy hair, manic eyes, and sweaty skin. Yet, his fists were firm. Not a single tremble, you noticed anything but an ounce of doubt.

“Go! Get the twins!” He shouted, between grunts of effort.

“I will not leave you,” you yelled back.

“Do you trust me?” And, of course, you answered yes.

“Then, go upstairs and wait for me…NOW!” Following his orders, you turned around and followed Mabel and Dipper’s screams.

It only took Stan a few minutes to reunite with you. You could not hold yourself from wrapping your arms around his chest. Holding his face down for a kiss, you forgot about every frown those lips had ever given you. His mouth tasted like rum, and his cheeks were reddish.

“Hey, we get it, both just forgave each other but let’s leave the kisses for after the apocalypse.” Spoke Mabel, with those abominable creatures in mind. You looked at Stan, and he looked back, but no more did his eyes show hate.

One pop song later, the undead’s brains were everywhere. It was a horrifying mess, but the twins and Stan were still perfectly fine. With a few wounds, but nothing serious.

Gazing down at the grass tinted with crimson blood, a pair of hands pulled you closer. Stan’s lips felt welcoming, and the alcohol in them eased your worries.

The twins looked at you both; Dipper seemed uncomfortable, Mabel snatched a photo for her album.

It for sure was a night you would never forget, but now, the only thing you wished to do was drink and kiss away every sense, combing your fingers through his soft hair.

[tinyluvs]

i cry and beg for hotch x chronically ill/chronic pain reader fluff…..hes so……scromp

as a chronic pain sufferer, i got you 🫡 enjoy angel ♡

in the distance you hear aaron in the kitchen, he shuts a cupboard just slightly too hard and you flinch, eyes shutting as your forearm covers your eyes, blocking out the light

your free hand slides along the mattress until you're pressing the tips of your fingers into the back of your hip, groaning softly when pain radiates over your side

everything hurts, waking up with a pounding in your head and being able to feel every single one of your bones because somehow, they ache, is not what you had planned for the day

"morning honey," aaron hums from the doorway and you know he's got tea as the scent fills the room almost immediately. your forearm slips away from your eyes, just enough for you to squint at him, "you okay?" he asks, warily

"no," you breathe, simply, looking up at the ceiling. aaron slides your mug onto your bedside table before standing at the edge of the bed, "everything hurts," you whine, shutting your eyes again

aaron notices your sudden sensitivity to light, quickly moving to the other side of the room to pull the curtains shut, "everything?" he says quietly, though you hear the wince in his voice, "can you sit up?"

slowly you move, groaning and whimpering to yourself when a burning heat spreads over your ribcages but eventually you make it, leaning back against the headboard with a sigh

"well done," aaron says, sincerely, as he leans over you, grabbing your mug from the side before pressing it into your hand, "drink this, i'll get some painkillers," he bends to kiss your forehead gently

you sip on your drink, eyelids heavy as you watch aaron leave and then return with a packet in his hand, “this is all we have,” he mumbles, turning the half empty sheet in his hands

“better than nothing,” you say softly, offering him a half assed smile while you hold your hand out. two pills drop into your hand with a small clink, “thanks”

beside you, aaron rummages through the drawer in the beside table, a frown covering his face before he finds what he’s looking for, a notebook and a pen

he pulls his phone from his pocket, mumbling the time to himself before writing it down and what pills you’ve just taken, “do you want me to set an alarm for in four hours?” he asks, knowing that’s when you can have more

“it’s okay,” you sigh when you can’t quite reach around enough to get your mug on the side but before you can drop it, aaron takes it from you

you sit in silence for a moment, letting your warm hands slide over your ribs and down to your hips while your brain slowly switches on, “oh my god, aren’t we supposed to be going out with the others?”

aaron shushes you softly, “i already told them, don’t worry, they understand,” he explains, the bed dips under his weight as he perches on the edge of the mattress

his hand slips into yours, thumb rubbing gentle circles over your wrist, “you should still go, i’ll be fine,” you whisper, flinching slightly over an ache in the side of your wrist

“absolutely not,” aaron says, kissing the back of your hand, “i won’t complain about having a quiet day,”

you notice how he doesn’t say a lazy day, like most people do and your heart warms a little, “i need a bath but then i’m coming back to bed,”

aaron nods, pulling the covers off of you, “do you need help?” he asks, eyeing you cautiously when you plant your hands on the edge of the mattress

he doesn’t need an answer, instead just helping you up. his hands settle on your waist, letting you take a moment to breathe before you tackle the walk to the bathroom

you could burst into tears, with how gentle and caring he is with you. he runs your bath, undresses you and then ties your hair up, “come on then pretty girl,” he hums

it must take minutes of you leaning your weight onto him, allowing him to help you lower yourself down until you’re submerged by water

“thanks,” you say, leaning back until you’re laying, revelling in the way the hot water starts to soothe your aches and pains

aaron crouches beside the bath, pressing his lips against your forehead again, “call me when you’re ready to get out” he says, leaving the door open slightly so he can hear you

by the time you’re ready to leave, the water has started to turn cold but you feel slightly better than you did before, “aaron, honey, love of my life-”

he appears in the doorway before you can finish, “ready?” he asks, raising an eyebrow while you nod, holding one hand out for him, while you lean on the edge of the bath with the other

you’re wrapped in a towel before both of your feet have even touched the bathmat. his big hands squeezing at your sides, patting you down gently until you’re dry

“i forgot your pyjamas,” aaron huffs, causing you to roll your eyes, “come on,” he slips his hand into yours, guiding you back towards the bedroom

a soft gasp passes your lips when you notice that all the bedding has been changed to a fresh set and on top of it sits a tray of all your favourite snacks while candles flicker a soft glow across the room

“aaron,” you pout, staring up at him, “you didn’t have to do all of this,” your voice wobbles, a sorry attempt at trying not to cry over it

“if we’re going to have a bed day, we’re doing it right, honey,” he chuckles, handing you one of his t-shirts. as you pull it on, the doorbell rings

“who’s that?” you ask, frowning at him. your hand tightens around his arm while you bend, pulling a pair of shorts up your legs

“jj,” aaron answers simply, hiding a chuckle when you give him a questioning look, “well, she wanted to help so she picked up some more painkillers, a list of snacks and your favourite takeaway, with enough for left overs, for later,” he explains

“oh my, tell her i love her,” you gush, “and i love you even more,” you rise up, kissing him quickly three times, “now go, don’t leave her waiting,” you shoo him, flapping your hands gently against his stomach

aaron rolls his eyes at you, playfully, “i love you too”

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily! send prompts to my ask box!

❥ aaron hotchner masterlist !!

a/n tell me if you see mistakes ples :) fanks

[nogenderbee]

Hello! Do you still take request? If so, can you maybe write your recent post about vbs came to reader's concert but instead with wxs (separately)?

Thank u and have a good day/night bee!!!

Hiii! And of course! Sorry it took some time but I hope you like it!

Tsukasa, Emu, Nene, Rui on reader's concert

TagList: @bleachtheidiot @yulikesminori @kuzui5201314 @alicewinterway18 @indi-has-fallen @m3g-luka

⊱ Tsukasa is the loudest in the crowd and in the room!

⊱ you know that "Tsukasa is banned from Leo/need concerts" theory? That's him right there.

⊱ okey but anyways, he just adores you so much he can't help but be the biggest fan

⊱ music can play so loud you cannot hear your own thoughts and yet, you'll be able to hear this energetic star

⊱ definitely learned small part of your dances if you have or thought of his own so he can cheer even with his actions

⊱ he's not necessarily dressed fully in your merch but he gotta have light sticks

⊱ surprisingly he never joins and sings along, but that's simply because he wants everyone to look at you and hear your charming voice!

⊱ gives a loud applause after and before every song you play

⊱ after show he'll quicky come up to you and hug you tightly as he's telling you how well you did right there and how proud he is from you!

"You were so amazing right there!! And when you had you solo, I thought I'm gonna cry from all the emotions! Let me treat you to some dessert for all the great work you did just now!"

⊱ Emu literally had so much fun there! She was cheering for you, singing and even dancing a bit!

⊱ she wasn't the loudest there but you could still hear her voice in the crowd

⊱ she knows all of your bands songs by heart so she immidietly know what song is playing by the first few notes

⊱ definitely comes with like a hairband or a shirt from your merch to show some additional support

⊱ won't be surprised if she actually has a little dance that doesn't take much space but makes herself more visible to you for additional cheering

⊱ you go for taiyaki after every single show because she treats it as a special reward!

⊱ also wouldn't be surprised if security had to be additionally carefully because of her trying to sneak into backstage before or after show when she still didn't had the official permission

"Y/N! I wanted to give you some water before your show! I don't want you to hurt your voice... oh no! Bear guy is coming again!! See you!"

⊱ tells everyone about her experience and you can hear from your mutual friends that she was jumping from happiness when she was explaining how much she liked your show

⊱ Nene most likely was really nervous before coming there and asked you what she should wear to blend into the crowd as much as she can

⊱ she doesn't want to be in the center of attention which leads to her not wearing any merch during your show

⊱ she also tries to not cheer too loudly and instead just sends you bright, shy smile every now and then

⊱ of course she knows your songs by heart and suffers every time you play hear favorite song and she's trying her best not to hum it

⊱ overalls she's a bit scared to be left alone right there so there's a high possibility of her bringing someone with her to your concerts

⊱ it's also really possible that she refused to go backstage even when she had a pass

⊱ after show tho, she'll tell you all about what she liked and what she didn't to repay her lack of cheering

"It was really great. My favorite part had to be your solo! I think you really made the atmosphere right."

⊱ if you're the type to cheer loudly on her performances, she might just have sudden burst of confidence and cheer a bit louder then usual, like clap her hands or so!

⊱ Rui is the type to wear WAY too much merch on your shows

⊱ literally the only non merch outfit is his pants and shoes just because you didn't sold these

⊱ he's also cheering with light sticks which leads to him dancing a bit, he doesn't go as far as singing tho... he may hum but won't sing along whole songs

⊱ he's also easy to stop in crowd, not only because of how much merch he wears but because of his height and you really don't mind! It only makes noticing his happy expression easier

⊱ before he got the pass, he used to get close to backstage and call for you just to wish you great show and kiss your hand (security had enough of him)

"Hey darling! Good luck on your show! Look for me in the crowd because I promise to give you a wink once in a while~"

⊱ when he got the pass, not much changed except location and him teasing you about how much you wanted him to be there before your every show

⊱ after each show he'll treat you to some cafe date or so to give you a bit if a relaxation time

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[cambion-companion]

Hi, I love your writing. I know you get A LOT of requests, but I was thinking if you could write some enemies to lovers. Dagger to throat, angry makeout session and you know stuff like that. That would be GREAT.

Hi, so I based this oneshot (maybe twoshot) from this post because I needed to, duty called, I answered. And @ladybug023 has some great ideas!

(I can't help but love you

Even though I try not to

I can't help but want you

I know that I'd die without you -Ruelle, War of Hearts)

Word count: 2,000

Aemond x tomboy!lady!reader | enemies to lovers ?

Tag list: @fuckinglittlekitten@bored-and-nerdy@echos-muses@moni-cah@mothertower@runningmunson@gabrieletargaryen@weskamoe@andreeasancheez@fleur-foudroyee@bcon24@tresefitzgibbons@lovesickwildcat@samblackblog@tinykryptonitewerewolf@thesapphirequeen@ohsehunbabyy@bitch-biblioklept@drawing-kitty1@scarletttargaryen@themartiansdaughter@blue-velvet-valentina@megatardisbaby@roseglowx@gotjonsa1@flowerpotmage@sirenofavalon@darylandbethfanforever9@enchantedpendant@nupppuff

You smirked up at the Targaryen prince through your lashes, his brow was furrowed in concentration, trying to gauge an opening in your defensive stance.

“You said this is called Water Dancing?”  Aemond huffed, he’d been unable to land a single blow to your person the entire sparring match and it was aggravating him.

“It is!  My father hired a Braavosi sword instructor because they’re said to be the best.”  You kept a trained eye upon the prince’s shifting stance, your one-handed sword raised at the ready.

“Is that not unusual, a Lord allowing his daughter to train in swordplay?”

You scoffed. “Says the one-eyed prince.”

Aemond snarled, his long hair swirling about his angular face as he lunged for you.  You were barely able to knock aside his strike, stumbling back before recovering your balance enough to swiftly dodge his continued attacks.

With a growl, the Targaryen relented, instead beginning to stalk in a circle around you, reminding you very much of a dragon in the way he moved and glared into your eyes.

“Why do you insist on training with me if it vexes you so?”  You feinted toward him, striking instead at his unguarded left flank.

Aemond, quick as ever, parried your blow. “My…intense dislike for you inspires me to train harder.”

“Oh, so I inspire you, do I?”

“Only in the way a fungus inspires nausea.”

“Ouch.”  You half-laughed at his disdain, failing to block his next attack, the flat of his blade knocking heavily against your shoulder. “Ouch!”

“Pay better attention next time.”

“You’re an ass, Aemond.”

He leapt at you again, you neatly dodge under his arcing strike, rapping him on the back with your sword.  Aemond spun, his violet eye practically glowing with frustration. “Better an ass than the spoiled daughter of a nobleman who indulges her every whim.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re jealous.”  You blocked several more of his attacks, the sound of metal-on-metal ringing off the stone walls of the courtyard.

“Jealous of a girl who looks as though she’s been drug face first through the streets of Flea Bottom?” Aemond snorted a derisive laugh. “I think not.”

“Why you entitled,” It was your turn to be the aggressor, a sudden burst of anger spurring you forward, “dragon-riding,” You jabbed at his torso, “towheaded,” You tried swinging a blow down upon his head, “pretentious Snollygoster!”

Aemond had to take a moment, holding a hand to halt the sparring as he leant upon his sword, laughing.  “Snollygoster?  Did your Braavosi master teach you that as well or did your father hire a separate instructor for rare insults?”

“It means-”

“I can imagine what it means, Y/N.”  Aemond spoke over you, twirling his sword one final time before moving to rest it back upon the weapon’s rack.  “As insufferable as you are,” He shook his silver head at you, his expression still amused, “you certainly aren’t boring.”

You returned your sword to its resting place as well, shooting Aemond a scalding look. “Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for you.”

“And yet,” Aemond mused, looking down his nose at you, “you insist on sparring with me alone and no one else…ever.”

“I-” You spluttered, only causing his smirk to grow wider, “I-you said it yourself.  No one else challenges me like you do.”

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me, Y/N.”  Aemond gave you a mock bow, his long hair falling over his shoulders.

You hated how pretty he was.

Averting your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest. “I guess I’ll see you tonight?”

“Tonight?”  Aemond echoed, tilting his head in confusion.

“Yes, tonight.  The dance?  Have you forgotten?”

“Ah, no I hadn’t forgotten.  I simply didn’t think my mother would’ve invited a girl who pretends at being a boy as her favorite pastime.”

Despite yourself, his words stung.  You gave him one last withering look before turning towards the Red Keep. “Better that than a lonely little boy pretending he has any chance at the Iron Throne.”

You knew your words were cruel, but this was the game you two had been playing since the day you’d first met in the sparring arena.  His intense dislike for you was tempered by the admiration he felt for your boldness.  For your part, you appreciated how much you learned sparring with him in both swordplay and your everlasting battle of words.

Aemond did not call after you as you entered the dark coolness of the keep, winding your way upstairs and through torchlit corridors to your chambers.  He was right of course, you had mud on your cheek and your hair was a tangled mess. If you were to look presentable for tonight’s feasting and dancing, you a lot of work to do.  You called for a hot bath and some serving maids to help dress you and do your hair; you’d be damned if you saw Aemond smirk down at you tonight.

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The shimmering cobalt fabric caressed your clean body in waves of chiffon and satin.  You wore a necklace of dark blue sapphires that cascaded like a waterfall, drawing the eye to the swell of your chest and the details of gold upon your bodice.  Your long hair had been successfully untangled and washed, thoroughly brushed through, drying in lustrous curls that the servants had swept away from your face in a twisting updo, showing off the curve of your neck.

You noted the surprise on the maid’s face at your drastic change in appearance, only growing to an expression akin to awe as you dabbed rouge on your cheeks and lips, underlining your eyes with a stick of kohl.

“You look…radiant, my lady.”  The sweet girl bobbed a curtsy to you before you swept from your chambers.

You gave her a smile of thanks, gathering your silky indigo skirts as you departed, leaving the scent of lilac perfume in your wake.

As you descended the sandstone steps to the crowded great hall, many eyes turned your way in admiration.  You gave a small smile to those people whom your eyes met, vindication swelling in your breast as your gaze alighted upon Aemond’s shocked face.

He was easy to spot, looking very handsome himself in a tunic and coat of dark green and black, the fabric contrasting pleasingly with his silver hair and purple eye.  He wore an eyepatch of black leather to match, his expression morphing from shock into something unreadable as he watched you striding toward him.

With the soft sound of your skirts brushing the floor, you walked purposefully up to the Targaryen prince.  Giving him a small curtsy, all the while a coy smirk playing upon your lips.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.”  He said, the corners of his mouth twitching. “You don’t look like an unwashed beast.”

“Amazing what some hot water and soap will do for a person.”  You grinned up at him. “Too bad it can’t help you though.”

Aemond let out a low sound of annoyance, shaking his head at you. “One day I will make you regret your insolence.”

You leaned into his space, your breath intermingling with his. “I look forward to it.”  You gave the prince a cheeky wink before flouncing away, deeper into the swirling colors of the crowd.

ʚïɞ.•*¨*•.¸¸♬

Your feet ached, you’d been dancing for quite some time, on the arm of one handsome gentleman to the other.  Most of the company proving to be too vapid and self-interested for your taste.  Despite yourself, you kept looking around for a familiar one-eyed prince, but hadn’t seen Aemond since your encounter at the hall’s entrance.

As you were swirled by yet another boring dance partner around the floor, the two of you passed the open doors leading to a moonlit balcony.  You barely had the chance to glance outside but were able to see the familiar taut stance and long straight hair of the man you were loath to admit you wanted to see.

“Excuse me.”  You broke the too-tight embrace of the man grasping your waist, waved off his protestations and turned to make your way through the other dancers, toward the balcony.

Cool night air washed over you as you exited the ballroom, your curled hair stirring in a salty breeze fresh off Blackwater Bay.  Aemond still stood, motionless as a spider, with his back to you, looking over the railing toward the sea.

Careful to keep your distance, you moved to stand at his right side, enjoying a moment the muffled sound of music and laughter behind you, the distant noise of the city and ocean in front.

“Why are you here?”  Aemond’s voice was not displeased, though he did not turn to look at you fully.

“I…”  For once you were at a loss for words, instead you tapped your fingers upon the rough stone banister. “I needed some fresh air.  Why are you out here?”

Aemond was silent a moment, so long you doubted whether he would answer you.  You turned your face to look at him, his profile sharp and regal as he stood tall with hands clasped behind his back.

“Large gatherings of people do not entice me.”  He spoke at last, still avoiding looking toward you. “You seem to be thriving, however.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

“Don’t let it go to your head.”  Aemond tsked, a measure of his former teasing levity returning. “It’s swollen enough.”

You laughed, the sound drawing Aemond’s gaze at last to your smiling face.  You stopped giggling immediately, upon seeing the intensity of his expression.  

“Are you alright?”  You were surprised at the amount of genuine concern you felt for him, and you could see he was as well by the way his eye widened slightly.

“You seem intent on tormenting me, Lady Y/N.”  Aemond moved toward you then with predatory intent, like a cat stalking its prey.

You instinctively backed away, until you hit the wall of the Keep, Aemond’s arm coming up to cage you in, his face inches from yours.  

“So, I shall ask you again: why are you here?”  Aemond’s breath was hot upon your face, though not unpleasant.

You found yourself looking at his curved lips longer than you should’ve before dragging your eyes back to his. “I needed some fresh air.”  You said stubbornly.

“Y/N, there are five other balconies adjoined with the great hall, that’s a remarkable coincidence.”  

“A happy accident.”  Breathing was becoming hard, you felt hot and cold all over, especially as Aemond raised his free hand to toy with a ringlet of hair falling against your neck.

“I don’t believe you.”  His voice was soft, almost dangerous.

You felt yourself lean closer to it, your eyes drifting once more to his parted lips.

“Y/N.  My eye is up here.”  Aemond ran his fingers from the lock of hair he’d been twirling to rest lightly upon your sapphire necklace just above your bosom.  “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you wore this on purpose.”

“My necklace?”

“Hmm.”  Aemond affirmed, his eye roving across your jewels then back to your moonlit face. “Everything you do seems calculated to drive me even closer to the brink of madness.”

“I’m…sorry.”  You managed to breath out, your own eyes widening.

“No, you’re not.”  He chuckled a deep laugh, pulling away from you abruptly, leaving you feeling bereft of his proximity.

“You’re right, I’m not!”  You called after the prince as he walked away from you, back to the firelit hall.  “Godsdamnitall.”  You swore quietly, smoothing your rumpled skirts and hair before pursuing Aemond back across the balcony. “Wait a damn minute, Aemond.”

It was too late.  The insufferable tease had already slipped back into the twirling crowd, the music drowned out your voice as you called after him.  You’d have your revenge for the way he’d made your heart flutter and your cheeks flush, he wouldn’t be able to dodge you forever.

[ticklishbeans4]

2D Beings Deserve Tickles To!

I've been wanting to write something with Prismo for awhile given all the art that's been floating around! And how could I not add Finn and Jake in there?

Jake and Finn were laying on the floor of Prismo’s cube, chilling out as they watched some other dimension stuff with the comic being. This had become a pretty common occurrence with the three, Prismo seemed to enjoy the company, and the two brothers were more than happy to provide it. Plus, it was super cool to see other versions of themselves.

“Oh this ones pretty cool!” Prismo gushed, “This one was made when someone wished that they could just live as a child forever. So I made a kid world! Aren’t they cute?”

“Awwww! Look at little Finn!” Jake cooed, “I forgot how cute you were!”

“Are you kidding? Look at puppy you!” Fin laughed, “You’re so tiny!”

“Not as cute as you!” Jake laughed, jumping on Finn and starting a wrestling match between the brothers.

Prismo watched fondly, this happened a lot when they came over, but it never stopped being amusing to see. It kinda made him wish he had a sibling, someone he could hangout with and talk to. A built in best friend, like Finn and Jake.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a sudden shriek, followed by a burst of laughter from Finn. Looking over, his eyes widened and he quickly looked away, if he could blush, he was sure he’d be red as Golb. Jake was tickling Finn.

Now Prismo was no stranger to the concept of tickling. Watching hundreds of universes with hundreds of people, he’d seen plenty of tickling. It always had a… weird effect on him. It made his guts feel twisty and fluttery, he couldn’t always look at it, but sometimes he couldn’t look away, sometimes he’d even replay those moments over and over. He didn’t really get why he felt like this, the only other time he felt like this was around Jake but… it was different. He knew that without a shadow of a doubt.

“HELP!” Finn cried, reaching a hand out to Prismo before he shot it back down when Jake scribbled into his underarm.

Prismo just tried to focus on the screen, not able to look directly at the scene. He wished he knew why he felt this way about such an innocent practice. He’d watched parents tickling their kids, siblings getting into tickle fights, heck! He’d seen babies in the baby dimension tickle each other! So it was just an innocent, fun, silly thing! Sure he knew it could be used in��� other ways, but those didn’t make him feel all fluttery and twisty.

“Prismo, you good?” Jake asked, apparently having given Finn mercy.

“Oh! Uh, yeah! Yeah I’m good! Totally good! So good actually! Ha! Why do you ask?” he said nervously, moving from wall to wall with his jittery energy.

Finna sat up, rubbing his belly, “Dude, are you sure? You’re acting all weird.”

“Nope! I’m dandy as candy!” he laughed, “Hey! Let me show you the dimension where everyone is a stuffed animal!”

“Prismo…” Jake said, his voice sending shivers up Prismos back. “Are you ticklish?”

“Am I…” he thought for a second, was he ticklish? “I… huh, I don’t know. No one’s ever tried.”

“What?” the pair cried, immediately jumping to their feet.

“You’ve never been tickled?” Jake cried, “Dude it’s like, the best! How have you never been tickled!?”

Prismo shrugged, “Well, who’s gonna do that to the wish master? No one really does that kind of thing around here, ya know?”

The two looked aghast, which was a little funny. Till their faces changed with a single shared look, devious smiles spread across their faces.

Jake casually cracked his fingers, “Well… I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

Finn smirked, “I think it’ll be fun to be the first ones to try.”

Prismo felt that twisty fluttery feeling in full force. He didn’t know if he should run, or just let it happen. He did want it to happen, but also every part of him was saying to run. “I- uh- w-well!”

Jake chuckled as he stalked closer to the 2D being, “Don’t worry Prismo, we’ll be nice!” “For the most part.” Finn giggled, a distinctly evil sound to Prismo.

“N-now guys! Let's just chill! I-I mean, we can just sit back and watch some other dimensions and eat cheese crackers!” he rambled, waving his hands around animatedly.

Well it seemed the pair weren’t swayed by his incredible argument, as they pounced, scribbling at where his belly was on the floor. And Prismo was absolutely not prepared for the feeling. It was like… Glob he didn’t even know! He’d never felt anything like this! It was light, but scratchy, but it made him feel all tingly and light and weird!

Poor Prismo didn’t stand a chance against the feeling, especially since he’d never experienced it before. Immediately he burst into giggles, and shot himself over to the other wall. There was a pause, a moment where they all just looked at each other…

“Get ‘im!” Jake cried, and the two launched themselves at Prismo again. Prismo wasn’t fast enough to get away as they scribbled at him again. Finn targeted his belly, but Jake decided to try other spots. He stretched his limbs to scratch at his underarms and his neck.

Primso shrieked, a weird sound coming from him in his opinion, and fell into cackling laughter. He didn’t run this time, just flapped his hands and wiggled around in the room. Random things began appearing in the room as well, a feather duster, a pig, flowers, little glowy swirls, stars, and moons appearing on the walls. “Jake! Dude! His powers are goin bananers!” Finn laughed, picking up the feather duster and brushing it against Prismo’s side, making him screech and jerk away.

“NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAAHAH! STAHAHAHAHAP!” he shrieked, not at all wanting it to stop. This was more fun than any wish granting, any dimension watching, it was even more fun than pickle making!

“Aw, you’re fine!” Jake teased, “You’re barely trying to get away! I bet you like it!”

“NOOOOHOHOOHO!” he lied, laughing wildly as the pair seemed to attack from all angles. They left practically no spot untickled, it was maddening, but also some of the most fun he’d had in his life! After what felt like an eternity, but also somehow didn’t last nearly long enough, Prismo had had enough. He zoomed just outside of the room, giggling as he caught his breath. “Prismo!” Jake called, “Where’d you go? Are you ok? We didn’t go too far did we?”

“No!” he called back, “I just… I needed a breather!” “We won’t tickle you again!” Finn shouted out, “You can come back!”

“...You won’t make fun of me right?” he asked, “Like, you promise?”

“We promise dude.” Finn answered.

“And we don’t break promises.” Jake added.

Prismo took a deep breath and came back in, looking flustered. “So… I guess that… happened.” “Yeah man! It was awesome!” Jake grinned, patting Prismo’s shoulder. “You took it like a champ! I doubt Finn could last that long with two tickle monsters!”

“I totally could!” the teen protested.

Jake smiled wickedly, “Oh yeah? Prismo, wanna help me out?”

Prismo grinned, moving closer to the kid, “I’m not usually one for revenge plots, but…”

Finn seemed to realize how bad he donked up. “Uh- h-hey now! Let’s talk about this!”

But there was no time to talk, as Jake jumped on his brother and pinned him down. Prismo only paused for a moment, he’d never actually tried to tickle someone, he’d only watched it. But… it couldn’t be that hard! He got his hands onto Finn’s knees, a spot he’d seen Jake tickle him, and began wiggling his fingers. Finn let out a hilariously high pitched scream before he fell into a fit of laughter. “NAAHAHAHAHA! PRISMOHOHOHO!” “What? I’m not doing anything!” he laughed, moving his wiggly fingers to the softer underside of his knees, making Finn scream again.

“Dang son! You’re a natural!” Jake praised, sending butterflies fluttering in Prismo’s belly.

“Awww, gee, thanks Jake.” he smiled sheepishly.

Jake grinned, before he joined in the wrecking, squeezing at Finn’s ribs, sending the boy kicking and shrieking.

“STAHAHHAHAAHAP FLIHIHIHIHRTING!” Finn cackled, which made Prismo splutter, before digging punishingly into the backs of his knees, getting a scream from the teen.

“We’re not flirting! Shut up!” There was no flirting! Jake was just a good friend! Nothing more! Besides, he had Lady…

Jake blew a raspberry on Finn’s belly, getting a loud squeal in return. “I’ll teach you not to make Prismo uncomfortable!”

Prismo laughed, “My hero!”

Jake flexed his arms, stretching them to look like muscles, which made Prismo snort as he giggled at him. Sadly this also distracted the pair from Finn, who promptly tackled Jake and scribbled into his belly. The poor dog immediately burst into bright laughter, his leg adorably kicking at the same time.

“NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO FAIR!” he cried, snorting as Finn attacked. Finn just grinned evilly and replied, “Too bad!”

Prismo hesitated for a second, but when Finn nodded for him to join, he decided to just go for it! He got his hands behind Jakes ears and began scribbling, making Jake bark in shock before falling into loud laughter.

“PRISMOHOHOHOHO! YOU TRAHAHAHAITOR!” the dog shrieked, kicking his leg and laughing loudly.

Prismo laughed at his friend, “All’s fair in love and war!”

“Especially tickle wars!” Finn agreed.

“YOU WAHAHANT A WAHAHAR!?” Jake cried, before stretching himself away from the pair and quickly attacking their bellies. “I’ll show you a war!”

Prismo shrieked with Finn as his friend tickled them to pieces. He wasn’t complaining though, this was fun! Probably the most fun he’d had in… forever! He never wanted it to end! He was definitely adding some tickle scenes in Fionna and Cake! And well… he’d probably ask Finn and Jake to come by a lot more often.

[writingforfishes]

The Well Runneth Dry But here's some shit anyway.

Ugh, where is my writing motivation? I must've left it somewhere. Or it's underneath something.

I'm gonna try to drabble cause I just wanna create some shit. This isn't necessarily attached to a big plot plan or timeline, just hiccupy stuff cause my brain was stupid today and I need something to be proud of doing.

CW:

self-pleasure mention (no details)

fast painful powerful hiccups (that are cured in the end)

the image of both of them squeezed into a single person recliner getting themselves off

recliner abuse

hiccups from coffee

Otto is a puppy, honestly

Probably typos and shit

Not literal shit, rather

Wrong kink for that

Atticus feeling guilty about Otto's really bad hiccups

Otto being in pain but also really wanting Atticus to get off in front of him

Sickeningly adorable I hate them

"My eyes are up here"

Hopefully readable dialogue despite the enthusiastic onomatopoeia

Going to bed now but glad I wrote SOMETHING

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Hup!-hup!-hup!-huh!-hmk!-hm!-uck!

They were fast this morning. Rather than coming in clusters, they were just consistently rapid. Otto had just started hiccuping from his morning coffee after several weeks without a peep from his diaphragm.

The clock maker had sat in the old recliner in the living room beside the couch. His coffee was on the side table beside him as he hiccuped in the chair, the back jolting every second with the force the hiccups threw his upper body.

He was able to breath in between them, but not fully. They would pause for a few seconds but as soon as he'd taken a full breath they would charge forward again.

Huuck!-Huup!-hup!-mmmp!-mmmpk!-MMK!-MK!-Hu'uck!

They were getting deeper, too. Stronger. He considered seeing if a shot of apple cider vinegar would help, but he found himself getting a little turned on by the possibility of Atticus coming down the stairs or, perhaps, he could video them.

A yawn took him over suddenly and he covered mouth lazily when a hard, painful HA-AAAWK! burst forth.

"Ow HU'UCK!" he mumbled as he rubbed his chest. Maybe he did need to cure these things, he thought.

But then a creaking weight shifted from upstairs. He kept his mouth open to let the hiccups' sounds carry. He chuckled with the thought that this was like a mating call of sorts. Except without the literalness of mating...or sex as seen by the majority of society, come to think of it.

The creaking and shifting continued, increasing, as Otto faced the stairs in anticipation, hiccups gathering an even more insistence and power.

HU'uck!-hup!hup!-huh!-huh!-huh!-HU'uck!-HU'uck!-HU'UCK!-HUUCK!

Feet pitter pattered down the stairs with a quickness that Otto might be imagining, but Atticus' wild hair and wide eyes staring wordlessly at their husband's jolting body as hiccup after hiccup burst from him made him pretty certain there had been a franticness to get down the stairs.

The writer breathed out slowly.

"Those are really fast," they finally said eyes fixated on the pudge of Otto's stomach in his reclined position shove and pop out, jiggling madly in the white undershirt he wore.

Despite Otto's discomfort from his hiccups, he lifted his shirt a little so his navel was exposed.

"My HUCK! ey-HIC!-es are HU'UP! u-HU'UP!-up he-IP!-re," he said, struggling through the onslaught.

Atticus laughed too loudly at the suddenness and unexpectedness of the joke that had them feeling a hot flush on the back of their neck.

Otto smiled, but Atticus couldn't help but notice the flicker of discomfort in his eyes every time a hiccup shook him. And they were shaking him quite a bit.

"Are...are you okay? Do they hurt?" Atticus asked. They were still standing in front of him.

"A HI'UP! li-IP!-liIP!-ittle. Bu-HU'UUP!-t I HUP! I UP! want t-HNK!-to wat-NNGK!-ch you re-HU'UCK!-react," Otto said.

"You sure?" they asked.

"Ga-HUUUCK!HUP!-uh! Gawd ye-HUUCK! yes!" he said.

Those deep long hiccups made Atticus twitch involuntarily as they watched the tendons in his neck be revealed by how deeply his throat sucked in each time.

"Wuf! Nng...okay. Okay. Yeah," Atty stuttered, squirming. "But if they're still this bad after we're done, we are definitely curing them. Gawd, but they're so fucking hot. You're so fucking hot, man!"

They both mutually pleasured themselves when Atticus squeezed into the recliner beside him. The chair whined quietly as they both added weight and movement to it. The sounds the couple emitted seemed primal as they climaxed, grunts and moans among the violent hiccups.

At their climaxes both Otto and Atticus went limp, panting. After a moment Atticus became more aware of the present and noticed Otto still had the hiccups. Though they didn't seem as deep, they were still coming at a decent clip. The higher octave was indicative that they were probably still a pretty rough ride, as well.

HUP!-HUP!-HU'UP!...UP!...MMP!-HUP!-ILP!-HILP!

"Cure?" Atticus asked, heavy eyelids lifting as their own body jostled in time with his as they were squeezed next to him in the chair.

A flitting face of pain turned to them, wincing with every spasm. Otto sighed tiredly and held a hand over his chest as the hiccups kept thumping inside his ribs and tugging at the intercostal muscles of his back and sides. His sternum was starting to get sore, and his stomach muscles ached a little with each jostle.

He gave his spouse a little nod.

Pushing back his curly hair from his forehead he pushed the footrest down into the chair and both he and Atticus unwedged themselves from the seat never meant to hold two full-grown adults with a humorous stumble.

"How long have you had them?" Atticus asked, trailing behind his twitching back. They put a soft hand to his lower back and gave it a rub for all of the hard work it was putting in.

"Not HU'UP!-uh long. Just HUP!HUP! oh! a UP!-uh! a min-NP!-ute be-HUP!-uh! before y-OOu c-HU'MP!-mm! came d-HA'MP!HA!AK!-down," he said with a hiss of pain as he rubbed his sternum again.

"Ouch," Atticus said sympathetically.

"Yeah," Otto breathed before waiting through another volley of hiccups. "They-HU'UP!-'re re-HUP!-re-UP!-uh! really hu-UP!-rting my HU'UP!HUP!-ugh! chest HU'UUP! chest and st-MP!-stomach. I-UCK!HUP! don't HMP! don't HUP! think I've HULP! h-AP!-ad a HUP! a case thi-HIP!-is bad HUUP! ow! this b-UP!-bad in HUCK! in a UP! while, hon-UCK!-honestly."

"Aw, dude. I'm sorry," Atty said as they watched him pour apple cider vinegar into a drinking glass. "We should've went ahead and cured them..."

But Otto shook his head, "I HU'UP! needed th-HUP!-that, At-NK!-Atty. That was-HUP!-was so-UCK! s-UP!-so hot!"

Atticus gave a shy smile as Otto gulped down the amber liquid.

"Yeah, it kinda was," they admitted.

They both waited after Otto had consumed the vinegar. A few seconds passed with some weak thumps of hiccups jolting him lightly. But they seemed to be fading despite not having been completely irradicated.

"Oh man hmk! I have n--no idea why they hmp! they were so ba-bad!" he finally said as he drew in another deep breath.

"Also..." he trailed off as his mouth stretched open in another yawn. His body jolted as it ended and he shook his head, eyes blinking as if trying to wake back up. "I can't seem to hmp! stop yawning."

"C'mere. Lay on the couch for a bit so I can rub your chest and belly, hm?" Atticus said.

Otto trailed behind them rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand and laid down with his head on their lap as had become their usual position when Atticus gave him care (either after bad hiccups or during a bad time in general).

Otto sighed in comfort as he felt their hands on his body and let himself relax into their body until, yet another yawn stretched out of his mouth and chest.

"Seriously! hm! What is up with these yawn-hmp!-yawns!" he said, squirming a little.

"Well, think about it," Atticus said sensibly. "You've just had your breath violently arrested from taking in a full lungful for a number of minutes, now. Over and over your lungs attempted to breath in fully and over and over your diaphragmic spasms prevented the action. So, I think this is just your body trying to get back into a normal breathing pattern." The writer shrugged. "Makes sense if you think about it."

"Oh," Otto responded, nodding in agreement to the assessment.

"Yeah I now," Atticus said, a little annoyed at themselves, "I think about them way too often."

"Think about what?" Otto teased as his body jerked softly with a silent one.

Atticus smirked shyly and rolled their eyes.

"Um...hiccups," they finally said as they ran their hand down his belly again.

Otto chuckled with a smile.

"I love you, you little freak," he said fondly. He reached his hand up and squeezed their tiny nose between the knuckles of his fingers.

Atticus snorted.

"I love you too, you big weirdo," they said and squeezed his nose back.

"Good morning, by the way," Otto said.

"One of the best ones in a while," Atty agreed. "Thank you."

"Same," he said.

And they were grossly cute forever, the end.

[dawn-moths]

I just recently read your fic bout Itto and I was so amazed by your vast imagination in writing. I could never 😭 Plus I really really love Itto so much 🥺💞 Would it be possible to write a same Itto x reader wherein he totally lost control of his animalistic side? But s/o liked it in the end tho XD (Gahd, blame my immoral kinks) Also his s/o giving him a head. (Again, blame my weird fantasies lmaooo.)

If you're not comfortable with it, please ignore this. Still thank you! I'm amazed by how good you are in writing 🌻💓

Well, anon, I certainly didn’t think my first fic of the new year would be something this… intense 😅 But I’m happy to write your request nonetheless. Also thank you so much for your nice words on my previous Itto fic. I plan on writing a part two to that one in the future :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy~!

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“It Feels Better Biting Down”

Itto Arataki x Female Reader

word count: 3600+

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! this is just full on smut no plot not gonna lie, dubcon, rough sex, reader is called “little one” and “good girl”, biting, manhandling, oral (mutual), blood, hair pulling, choking, aftercare, title taken from “Biting Down” by Lorde, hope i did well by you anon lol.

*ao3 mirror*

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It comes on quickly, too sudden to change the course of the storm before you already find yourself swirling within the eye, the worst still yet to come.

The way he morphs from being his usual jovial, goofy self one minute into a dangerous, feral monster the next.

Sometimes all it takes is a taste, a scent, a single look, and something about you has Itto forgetting any and all of his learned humanity.

The amber of his eyes dilates from a thin ring around blown out pupils, his gaze overflowing with adoration for you, to all that gold swallowing up his affection, a predator honing in on its prey with a vicious kind of focus.

The moment his grip flexes harder on your hips, tugging you closer, his jaw clenching, you know it’s too late. You could try and get away, put up a fight, as feeble as you know such an attempt would be, but testing that theory in the past only earned you deeper scratches, darker bruises, and a worse aching between your thighs when all was said and done.

So instead, you sit there, trying not to wince as you swallow down the dry lump forming in your throat. The first few times you experienced this, it felt like it was choking you, but Itto taught you soon enough what it really was to suffocate with his two large hands wrapped around your pretty neck.

He holds you close, not in a way to comfort you, but to keep you. Control you.

Your eyes widen with nervous anticipation, a shuddering breath exhaled through your nose as you see Itto’s nostrils flare. He used to joke about being able to smell your fear, the sweet scent getting him drunk the more you squirmed and struggled. Now you think he’d been telling the truth all along, the sharp points of his fangs glinting as one corner of his mouth pulls up into a wider smirk, mean and selfish and hungry.

Yet still, you attempt to bargain. “Itto…” you begin, slow and stern yet with a little tremble of trepidation etched in your tone. “Why don’t we just—” But the rest of the suggestion never comes. It’s sliced in two as a sharp gasp cuts through your words, your back meeting the ground as Itto grabs both your wrists and pins you down, squeezing them until you let out a squeak of pain and start to writhe.

His mouth fills with saliva, sticky and warm with the promise of how delectable the salt of your skin will taste once he latches onto you, how hot your blood will run once his incisors pierce your shoulder and let crimson burst into his mouth.

“Hurts— Itto—!” You weakly try to plead with him, his fists curling tighter around your wrists, pulling your hands up above your head until he can take both your wrists in one of his massive palms, grinding your bones together and drinking in every whimper and whine that spills from your quivering lips as he forces his mouth against yours, his tongue savoring the flavor of you, wanting more, more, more like even if he consumed all of you it could never be enough.

And you bite his lip.

Hard.

Hard enough to draw some of his blood. It’s only a fair trade. Only, none of this is ever really fair, because Itto’s so much bigger than you, so much stronger, able to effortlessly dominate you even in his gentlest and most grounded state. But you continue to allow yourself to count the taste of iron on your tongue as a victory, as it’s probably the only one you’ll be able to claim during this whole ordeal.

And the oni actually laughs when he pulls away to see the dark red of his blood spotting the corner of your mouth, but it’s not a sound of amusement or joy. It’s the low, dark rumbling of a vengeful growl, a vow that he’ll get you back for that.

“Little one wants to play, huh?” he teases with a sinister rasp, flipping you over so that your chest is pressing into the patch of grass he’s pinned you down on, painfully twisting one of your arms behind your back while the other stays shackled against the dirt in his clawed fist. “Fine—” He hooks a talon in one strap of your tank top, gathering the other thin strip of fabric under the same nail and pulling back hard, ripping your shirt and fully exposing your shoulders and clavicles to him, hinting at what he’s planning next. “Let’s play.”

Itto licks his lips, takes in the sight of you like this, completely and unquestionably at his mercy. You feel the hand that had been twisting your arm ball up in the waistband of your shorts then, tugging them down with the sound of tearing threads until they’re tangled up around your knees, being kicked off to your ankles and then abandoned completely.

His teeth always come as a surprise, no matter how many times you feel the shape of his bite imprinted on you, moulding themselves into your skin as if to terraform your body with his molars and incisors, scraping along your pulse to carve out new trails and excavate those sweet, helpless little sounds from deep within the unexplored caverns of your chest.

You might’ve thought the initial sting would be less by now, become dulled the more times you felt it, but it never does. Not quite. And the moment just before he applies enough pressure to break the skin, your eyes well with tears, all your muscles tensing in tandem with the urge to outlast this torment, to prove you can take it.

Because you can.

You can and you will.

As blood trickles down the curve of your shoulder and spots the damp earth beneath you, you hold back a scream, choking on it as you feel it thrash around wildly behind your clenched teeth. Itto laps up your blood, nursing the wound newly created only to gift you with a fresh one minutes later, this time on the other side over the meaty spot right between your shoulder and your neck.

That time, the ghosts of a shriek slip past your lips, the pain sounding like the curling tendrils of fading smoke, elusive and never the same twice. You feel Itto smirk against you before removing his mouth, a few viscous strands of his saliva keeping the two of you connected for a moment before they snap, mixing in with your blood and making you hiss.

More of your tears fall, meeting under your chin in thick droplets that conjoin into one bead that races down the raise of your throat, one of Itto’s palms guiding to lift your chin, craning your neck back as the other hand begins to spread you wider for him, collecting your arousal on his taloned fingertips and spreading it through your folds, pleased with how wet you are for him already.

“Itto— Please—” you can barley utter, your voice a mere whisper as the strain on your vocal chords worsens, his grip curling a little tighter until you’re only able to draw in frantic, panting breaths, feeling like it wouldn’t take much more to turn your vision black and numb the rest of your senses for a little while.

But Itto’s become accustomed to this routine as well, the small sliver of him that remains in control during these animalistic impulses knowing how to read you to ensure that you actually do want this to some degree. And if the desperate pulsing of your needy little hole isn’t the perfect indicator of your mutual craving of him, then it’s the pounding of your heart he can feel against his wrist in your lower stomach as he reaches around to tease you from a new angle, reveling in the way your belly tightens and lurches as he toys with your neglected clit, rubbing tight circles over you relentlessly until your eyes roll back and your jaw goes slack, your own breed of feral moan clawing its way out of you.

“That’s it…” he seems to coo at you, though with a sharp-edged kind of praise, like a shard of broken glass learning how easily it can cut through a sheet, wanting to test its limits until it becomes dulled and the flowing fabric had been reduced to ribbons and shreds. “So good for me— Fuck—!”

He slips a finger into you, feels how your body sucks him in like the first breath of air after breaking through the surface of deep water, relieved but greedy for more. So he slips in a second and you keen, back arching as his thumb continues to nudge at your clit, overstimulating you until your vision spots with bursts of violent vibrance, flashes of gold forming fissures and cracks in your mind, little pathways that always lead you back to him.

You’re about to spill over the edge and he can tell, but then he’s withdrawing his fingers and turning you back to face him, causing a whine of frustrated protest to sneak through your veil of satiated exhaustion as the coil in your core that had been so close to snapping slowly starts to relax.

You want to argue that it’s unfair, that the agreement the two of you made for when situations like this arise is that, so long as Itto pleasures you, he can be as rough as he wants. But the moment you look down and see the intimidating bulge in his pants, you know what he wants. And you’ll give it to him, for a price.

“Are you coherent enough to remember the deal?” you nearly spit at him, face furrowed with what might’ve been fury— a challenging dagger of a glare— if not for the masochistic undertones your desperate little doe-eyes were implying.

Itto nods, though the vacancy in his stare tells you he doesn’t care to honor it, that he hadn’t even been listening in the first place, so when he gets close enough, you comb your fingers into his mane of shaggy white hair, form a fist, and give a sharp tug.

“Then say it to me,” you order, a small groan of pleasure stuttering past the oni’s lips as your grip remains unrelenting.

Itto cracks another one of those sharp-toothed smirks, his eyes shimmering with mirth for a moment before remembering that he was the one in control. He pulls you on top of him as he leans back, you already beginning to unbuckle his belt as he answers with only a hint of sarcasm, “I’ll do yours if you do mine.”

As his aching cock springs free, already dripping with that pearly pre-cum, more leaking from the blushing tip as you take it in your hand, you say with a sharp, warning tone, “Don’t forget it.”

And, while you always looked forward to the magic Itto could work with his mouth over and inside of you, the deep, rumbling groans and stifled, high-pitched whines you were able to draw from him as your lips wrapped around his tip, tongue teasing along each vein and curve of him as you worked further down his shaft, new tears wetting your lashes as he hit the back of your throat and made it hard— if not damn near impossible— to breathe, well…

Those sounds were more than enough to keep you going.

Now it was his turn to take a fistfull of your hair and tug, needing something— anything— to tether himself to as your warm, wet mouth and tightly constricting throat washed wave after wave of pleasure through the shores of his body. He was so lost in the lust-fueled haze that he nearly forgot that he liked it best to be inside that tight little cunt of yours when he came. Not that he would’ve minded watching you wince and struggle to swallow the bitter ropes of his thick, white seed, but he knew that, if this were to be allowed to continue he needed to make sure you felt good too.

“F-fuck…” Itto stuttered through a sigh, unsure whether the fist balled up in your hair was trying to pull you away or force you to take him deeper, his cock twitching as you choked on him, your eyes beginning to flutter and roll from the lack of oxygen. “Alright, alright, alright—” he stammered, finally gaining enough willpower to pull you off of him lest he finish before he could start his real work on you. “Fuck… You’re too good at that…”

For a second, it was almost as if that blinding ferocity had melted away, even the most jagged of rocks worn down smooth when placed in the path of a river for long enough. But then the softness of his placated desire seemed to return to itself, all that raw power and fanged instinct flooding back into him as the dam broke and the smooth rock of reprieve was completely washed away.

Itto pinned you back to the ground with a force hard enough to rattle your bones, stirring fear back into your bloodstream and injecting it into your marrow as he slid you closer to him, fingertips digging into the plush meat of your thighs, hooking one of your knees over his shoulder before pushing the other closer to meet your chest, splitting you open wider for him like he would a ripe pomegranate with his bare hands, eager to lap up the sweet, tangy juices that burst from the ruby fruit.

But he makes good on his promise, on your deal, and that’s all that really matters, right?

How’d he put it? I’ll do yours if you do mine. Yeah, that sounded about right.

“Fuck— Itto—!” you moaned through a shuddering gasp as his tongue pressed hard and flat against you, laving up your drenched cunt to suck on your throbbing clit, once again twisting that coil in your gut into a near painful kind of pleasure. When he speared his long, wet muscle into your neglected hole, you cried out loud enough for the upturn of your pitched moan to echo through the little glade you two had found for yourselves today.

Good thing camp was more than a mile away. Though, if you really stopped to think about it, if any of the others had ever heard what you and their leader got up to during the off hours in the day and the odd hours of the night, would they dare say anything about it?

You often thought how Itto’s love was a lot like how some animals eat their young— the mothers devouring that which is weaker than them to give themselves more strength— the way he wanted his mouth and teeth and tongue to know every single inch of your being, especially when there was the anticipation of a battle on the horizon, the intensity sometimes causing you to question your own safety. Though, the oni had yet to truly go too far and scare you to the point of making you reconsider whether you wanted these kinds of relations between you two to cease entirely.

Plus, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t crave the thrill of it all from time to time too.

By the time you were coming completely undone for the first time that session, Itto’s face was shiny and slick from the obscene mixture of his spit and your glistening arousal, his tongue repeatedly poking out to lick at the corners of his lips and collect the excess so as not to waste any parts of you he was lucky enough to get, all the while watching as your trembling, broken form lay in the grass, limbs sprawled out in this angle and that as you failed to register anything concerning your own body beside the immense pleasure that was fading as the slow drip of reality fused back into your veins.

But the two of you were far from done.

Itto hadn’t even come yet.

And, by your own moral standards, that wasn’t very fair, now was it?

Just barely able to feel the grass under your back and catch your breath again, Itto was back on you, slotting himself between your hips and allowing his shadow to engulf you, blocking out the glare of the setting sun behind his silhouette.

“Think you’ve had enough?” the oni taunted, cradling your face in his palms, burning the image of your fucked-out expression into his mind. When you didn’t respond, he gave your cheek a light slap, startling you back to the situation at hand. “Well, I guess that doesn’t matter…” he chuckled, wrapping his hands around your throat. Once again, it was too late for you to react before you realized what was about to happen. “You’re done when I say you’re done.”

The fading embers of your adrenaline burst back to the scorching life of a raging wildfire, not even given the chance to finish sighing out your current exhale before your right to breathe was confiscated.

You clawed at his hands, his wrists, his arms, fighting with everything you had to steal even a quarter of a breath, but Itto wouldn’t allow it. He’d only surrender to your struggling when all your fight had died and you fell limp beneath him. He liked it when you went all soft and slack for him, pliable like the beautiful red clay that sometimes lined the cliffsides near the shore, their natural dyes bleeding into the lapping ocean. 

Itto’s flesh was marked with dozens of tiny, red scratch tracks now, your little nails biting into him until the asphyxiation claimed you and you stilled, your eyes fluttering shut as your chest convulsed and stuttered. Itto let you go then, of course, but got straight back to his main objective while you slowly returned to the land of the living.

By the time you were registering your surroundings again, the vast canopy of trees overhead sending lilac sakura petals drifting down with every new gust of wind, Itto had already positioned himself between your thighs, his aching cock in one hand and lined up with your drooling hole.

He didn’t even warn you that time, just buried himself down to the hilt inside of you with one harsh thrust, knocking the wind from your lungs in an entirely different way as your body struggled to accommodate the sheer girth of him.

You only had a moment to adjust, though, with someone of Itto’s size, even when you two were taking it slow and he was being as gentle and considerate as possible, it was still hard to get used to the sweet, stinging stretch of his length.

You were sure he was going to tear you in two, split you right down the middle until you were broken and ruined and unraveled in a way that only he knew how to put back together again. So when his pace quickly became the ravenous, relentless speed that it often was in the end, all you could do was lay there and let him take you, gripping his horns in your sweaty, trembling fists to anchor yourself to something other than the pain that someone with so much raw power could bestow upon you.

But, as Itto knew well by now, he had a responsibility to ensure that you were able to enjoy this too, even if only by a fraction of the pleasure you allowed him to pillage from your body when he got like this.

So he let you come again, your insides constricting around him in tandem with your final, tortured whines and finally giving him exactly what he needed to overflow you with his balmy love.

There was always so much of it— so much that your body could never quite contain it all, both your combined juices dribbling down your ass and staining the tender insides of your trembling thighs— and no matter how many times the two of you engaged in your bodies’ mutual desires, the bulge that formed in your belly from how much he’d filled you up always came as bit of a surprise.

“That’s it…” Itto sighed, sated, nearly collapsing on top of you as he started to go soft inside, always loving the way you felt cockwarming him in the afterglow of your orgasms. “That’s a good girl… Knew you could take it… So good for me…”

And just like that, with the monster inside of him now fully fed— for the time being, at least— you had your gentle giant back.

Itto carefully pulled out of you, scooping you up in his arms and cradling you against his chest, feeling your warm breath fanning over his dewy skin as your heart rate steadied and the post-sex sleepiness began to overtake you.

You looked like you’d just been through hell— all bitten and bruised and hair mussed in a tangled mess— but Itto stared down at you dozing off against him like you were his little angel, perfect enough to rival the Archons themselves.

He found you beautiful in every way he’d ever seen you, but when you looked like this, with proof that you were his, only his marked in reds and blues and violets across your tender flesh…

It might’ve been his favorite.

So, after carrying you the short distance to a little cave he’d scouting out near the glade, Itto made you comfortable while he cleaned you up, gingerly tended to your wounds the best he could, and then snuggled you back up to his chest, smoothing your hair away from your face and watching you drift off into sleep, already looking forward to when your bruises and bites would inevitably fade and he’d catch you out in some deserted area of the island by chance, both of you ready to partake in this feral ritual all over again.

Because, similar to sinking your teeth into the tender, juicy flesh of a ripened fruit, Itto’s love felt better biting down.

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𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘆 •︎ Il Dottore x Male Reader

This is Chapter 3. Prologue. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. You can read the book on Wattpad here.

"Can we meet Lady Ruka?" Dottore questioned, causing a moment of silence between the three.

"I said. Would It be alright for us to meet Lady Ruka?" Dottore questioned again causing Feno to let out a heavy sigh.

"The Blooming Lantern Festival is beginning tonight and it lasts for the week, it's an Elven tradition to welcome in spring and to see what the future holds... Lady Ruka will be very busy this week."

"Well, Feno I'm sure I can help out in some way so that Lady Ruka could have time to meet with Lord Dottore. I could even take notes while I'm at it!" Viva beamed happily.

"Ah, yes, finally a worthwhile idea, Viva. Hopefully, you can make up for your recent mistakes. After all, you have been nothing but utterly useless this trip Viva."

"Ah, Dottore don't be so harsh with the people that serve you—"

"Respectfully Feno. I have no need for your insights on this matter. This mission was Viva's chance to prove Why she should still be alive much less work under me. And yet neither has been proved."

Feno sighed once more realizing he would get nowhere with this. Feno's heart ached at the fact that Viva was used like a tool and nothing more. It was devastating to see.

"Alright follow me and we shall meet Lady Ruka. To the capital of the Rokoskha Empire is about a half a days journey we should hopefully arrive by sundown just in time for the first and most important event of the Blooming Lantern Festival, Foresight."

I groaned as I got up and trudged towards my desk. They fortunately left me with hundreds of thousands of scrolls and an abundant amount of ink to write with. These scrolls are probably the sole reason why I have any sanity left, well the pathetic people of Lumar would beg to differ. It doesn't matter though, 200 years to do nothing but reflect and improve my magic, why those sorry little maggots will be doomed once I'm freed of this tower.

I whistled a tune as I began writing on a scroll. It was a musical spell, the only feeble attempt of magic I could manifest in this tower

The familiar shattered mirror that was hung up beside my desk began to glow a violent bright pink and out flew a large beetle, yet it had beautiful elegant wings that rivaled many of the butterflies native to Lumar. My precious Hendra, the only form of 'friends' I have now in my oh so pathetic state.

I swiftly turned around with the scroll to greet my little friend..

"Hello, my dear Hendra. You are to be my eyes, ears, and mouth to the outside world. I'm going to enchant you with large amounts of magic, of course, the spell won't take effect until you leave the tower. Lead a hoard To the capital of the Rosokha Empire and wreak havoc upon these pathetic..little people. And most importantly, lead il Dottore here. I don't care what you take to do it. Give him this map and go about your way to complete your duties."

The Hendra after receiving its orders soon flew away into the mirror portal, it brings me much joy that I know my Hendra will fulfill their duties or die trying to. Hendra lacks morals so unlike my so-called 'followers' they have no problem carrying out every single common I utter.

I burst into laughter and tears as the sudden realization hits me. The time has come when no chains will hold me hostage to this godforsaken tower. The time has come when the people of the Rosokha Empire will feel my wrath for what their so called 'Goddess' so honorably did to 'save' them. The time has come when I shall be able to bask in the sun once more.

I will be free.

Hours later Dottore was left frustrated, and quite frankly disgusted too. He was expecting so much more from the Rokoshka Empire and their 'Goddess' Ruka. But something is VERY off here. The woman seems more phony than the hydro archon. And that says something as all the information he's gathered about both characters were second-hand accounts. But what troubles Dottore is how this woman sits back and lets these people whom she is 'protecting' rule. In this cultish-like kingdom.

Why it is so disgusting how blatantly obsessed these people are with their 'Goddess' that they can't put the pieces of the puzzle together. After all, they claim she's a grant warrior but the only battle defeat she has claimed so far was stopping the alleged tyrant (Y/N) (L/N). Yet there is no proof either... why if Dottore was back on Teyvat he'd skin these fools alive for acting in such a way. But alas the only thing Dottore could do was sigh in the confines of his room and wait for the festival and wait for Feno to fetch copies of Teyvat's history. Dottore prayed he'd at least hear some good news from Viva later.

A few moments later, Dottore heard a familiar rhythmic knocking sound.

Rat-a-tat-tat... tat!

"Come on in Viva. Please, Please! Tell me you brought something worthwhile before I lose my temper and make an example of you here on Lumar."

Viva quickly swung open the door "Ah yes yes. Here is the report on what I found so far, I personally got to work under lady Ruka and help for the event and she seems like the sweetest God-"

"Don't tell me you fell for this foolishness too?" Dottore said as he quickly cut off Viva and snatched the report to look through

"We'll she seems quite mellowed out I mean being alive for almost 230 years. Time really does change a person in this case the person is a God-"

"From these notes, she seems nothing more than a rich noblewoman who has a lot of money and respect."

"Ah, Lord Dottore we've been invited to witness the first and most important event of the festivals, Foresight."

"Yes, there's a lot about this in your notes, give me the quick version and we'll get ready to attend."

"Uh Yes! Foresight is the most important event of the Blooming Lantern Festival. It's where the elven ruler of this time uses a large portion of their power to get a quick glimpse of the future, using the EverBloom mirror. The eleven rulers who are deemed unworthy are very quickly killed by the mirror. alsooo.... uhm, it is custom for people to NOT wear any sort of masks during the festivals as those who wear masks are seen as traitorous and lack morals-"

"So you are telling me to remove my mask to please these pathetic eleven people? The same cultish people we saw carrying many expensive and luxurious large silk rugs around just to place on the ground so their 'Goddess' to walk on it as they deem the ground is unworthy of her. THE SAME cultish ignorant fools that practically kiss the very tiles she walks on???"

At this point, Dottore was shouting and Viva knew depending on her next words guards may either find her dead in this castle sweet or enjoying the festival that takes place in an hour.

"L-L-Lord... Lord Dottore.. I'm positive they'd make an exception for someone as exceptional as you." Viva managed to squeak out

"Get out of my sight woman before I lose my temper."

"Ah, yes. Maids will be coming by to bring you a... I forgot what it's called but it's essentially a kimono of sorts."

Dottore only huffed as he turned to continue reading the report Viva gathered. Viva quickly took this as her queue to leave.

A little over an hour Dottore had received a white Haori and and Black Kimono to match. A little bland but it's better than wearing something tacky. Ultimately although Dottore had a horrible feeling pooling in his gut he chose to ignore it. Along with Viva's suggestion to take off his mask. I mean, after all, he is here to learn about Lumar so anything that does happen adds to the experience.

Rat-a-tat-tat... tat!

Once again the familiar melodic knock was heard once more. Dottore moved to open the door to greet Feno and Viva. Viva was wearing a white kimono, towards the end of her sleeves, had an ocean themed pattern with a ocean patterned Obi to match. Feno was wearing his priestly garments still.

"Let's leave now Dottore, Lady Ruka is waiting for us at the Elder Thusarch Tree, the center of the Rokosha Empire. We must not be late as we will miss the Foresight."

"Ah yes the Elder Thusarch tree there wasn't much information on it from Viva's notes-"

Feno quickly cut off Dottore, "Lady Ruka will explain everything when we arrive. Now move along you two we shall be late!" Feno said as he rushed the two to the carriage.

Dottore wished he could have stabbed Feno then and there.

Stepping into the midst of the city that surrounds the elder tree felt surreal as the living arrangements in the Rosohka empire were truly unique. As there were now houses around... we'll not be on the ground at least. The entirety of the city was built into the large trees of this forest. It was late at night too, yet the sky was so illuminated due to all the homes and lanterns in the trees and sky.

The people were buzzed running back and forth to gather last-minute things for the festival. Of course, Feno was also in a hurry, as Viva and Dottore didn't get to take in much of the scenery as they dragged along to the center of the city. Running through the forest you can hear much chatter from the city above.

"HUNNY! Where are you!? We going to be late."

"Where's my gifts for Lady Ruka!?"

"Ah, I wonder if my dessert set in time..."

It didn't take long for the three to get to the center as the city wasn't particularly large in width as the city is built higher up with houses stacked upon one another built into the trees. Dottore honestly wishes to poke his head in a few of the homes to see what it feels like.

Are the walls or should I say wood solid or could you hear your neighbors through them?

Are their homes flammable seeing as they are built into the trees?

What are the wealthier homes like?

What are the poorer homes like?

But never mind that, as they arrived at the Elder Thusarch Tree. It was a large willow tree with a mirror embedded into it. There were already at least hundreds of priests that had arrived not including the thousands of citizens that arrived for this event. They have to push their way through the crowd. A tedious task, but after a few moments, people started backing away from them and giving them space... Ah? Was it Dottore's mask? Something as simple as going against their culture struck quite a bit of fear in these eleven people.

Dottore mind was swimming with questions, hypotheses, and more; but there are far more important things. Like finding who Lady Ruka really is, and information about the Elder Thusarch Tree.

"Ah Greetings, Travelers from Teyvat! I hope you've enjoyed your time at Lumar so far--- ah, Dottore... Didn't Viva tell you that wearing masks at the festival is a large offense... seeing as his servants used to use enchanted masks to wreak havoc in the festival... I'd ask you to please remove it."

"Removing my mask is not something I'm willing to negotiate on, it's not my fault your people are so bothered by my mask."

"I- I see.. we'll as visitors to Lumar I will not hold this against you." Ruka paused to face the elven crowd of people. "Let us begin the Blooming Lantern Festival!"

The elven people began to cheer and clap excitedly. Dottore couldn't tell if it was for the festival or if it was just to see Lady Ruka. I mean sure she's a sweet elven woman with long black hair that touches the ground with a pair of vibrant green eyes to match. Or maybe it was her soft voice that captivated these people? Either way, it was a mystery...

Ruka turned to face the Elder Thusarch Tree and walked up to the Everbloom mirror that was embedded into it, The mirror was covered in moss and was foggy. The people fell silent, the only noise was that of the flickering flames in lanterns that were all around them. Then Ruka touched the mirror.

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..

...

....

Then suddenly there was a Fierce wind! The rushing winds blew out all the nearby lanterns, taking the only light source of the night, and nearly knocking over many people.

But as soon as it started...

it stopped.

'CRASH'

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A gift (1/2) for @m-arnie-xx from @bluefoxchild based on the prompt “If Diana didn’t come during TTT, so Apollo uses his own godly power to destroy Tarquin”

Warnings for character death and fire

Listen dear reader, I swear I never wanted this to happen. I swear on the river styx, on my sad and pathetic mortal live and if there is any chance it’ll make me sound more believable on my divinity as well. Although I’m not sure whether I’ll ever get it back. Or even want it back. If I should have it back. After what happened it might be better if I just… I don’t know, stay mortal and powerless forever. Yeah, I’d deserve that.

But you have to believe me, I am so so so incredibly sorry. And I know I should go apologize or something even though seeing me around is probably the last thing camp Jupiter wants. Also, an apology seems way to small as well. After all the only thing I’ve brought was death.

First Jason and now… by the gods why do I have to be forced to write that down. Why?!

But let me start at the beginning of my probably worst failure in history.

My mouth clamped shut as Meg ordered me to stop revealing important information to Tarquin. Sadly, my demigod master had been to late, I had already told him about Ella, Tyson and the tattoos.

Tarquin tilted his skull. “The chair in the back room… Yes. Yes, I see now. Ingenious! I will have to keep this harpy alive and watch her practice her art. Prophecies on flesh? I can work with that!”

“You’ll never leave that place,” Hazel growled “My troops are cleaning up the last of the invaders. It’s just us now. And you’re about to rest in pieces.”

Tarquin hissed a laugh “Oh, my dear. Did you think that was the invasion? These troops were just my skirmishers, tasked with keeping you all divided and confused while I came here to secure the books. Now I know where they are, which means the city can be properly pillaged! The rest of my army should be coming through the your sewers right about” -he snapped his bone fingers- “now.”

That’s when all hades broke loose. Suddenly the sounds of battle picked up outside the bookstore. Roaring cries of the undead echoed through the streets.

My wound throbbed painfully as the malicious grin on Tarquin’s face widened, twisting his rotten features in a grotesque way. His purple eyes glowed as they settled on me.

“See Apollo, there is nothing you can do anymore. I will take control over this city. I will turn every single person in here in one of my servants. And I will finally get my hands on what is rightfully mine, the books!”

Hazel howled with a rage I had never seen from her before. She shot froward, trying to land a hit on the undead king but before she could reach him, one of his zombie minions jumped into action to protect its king.

Now, I have to say, being able to grab swords with your bare hands is a really unfair advantage in a world where swords are the main weapons.

So naturally, out enemies could do exactly that. The zombie reached out and blocked Hazel’s strike with his bare, clawed hands.

The sudden stop made Hazel stumble dangerously, but she caught herself just in time to doge a strike from the zombie.

On the other side of the book store Meg was fending of another zombie and a ghoul, his oily feathers shimmering dangerously in the lights of the bookstore.

“It is time! Flesh!” It cried as it lunged forward to land a hit on Meg, but she was faster.

Tarquin just stood on the sidelines, watching the battle with interest and still grinning.

I wanted to help my friends. I wanted to jump into action like a superhero, completely destroy the army of the undead and save the day. If only I could get a burst of godly strength now. It would be a really good point in time. But because good things never come when you need them, at least not in the world of demigods, I did the only thing I could think of.

I pulled an arrow out of my quiver and was just getting ready to aim at Tarquin as the projectile began to buzz in my hand.

Wait… a buzzing arrow? Why  do I own such a thing?

Oh right, the Arrow of Dodona. How could I forget that? My brain felt like it was slowly turning into mush.

“HOLDEST THOU ON AOLLO, YIELDETH THYSELF NOT TO THE UNDEAD KING!” Its voice pierced the fog of pain and confusion in my head. But it also made me notice the darkening of my vision in the corner of my eyes.

“Oh, a pep talk from an arrow… that’s fun.” I giggled. In this moment it felt like one of the most hilarious joke I had ever heard.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash somewhere behind me. But I really didn’t feel like turning around to look. Instead I just dropped to the ground, still laughing about the projectile.

“OH NO APOLLO, THY JOB IS NOT DONE YET! YOU HAVE TO THINKETH OF SOMETHING!”

It took me a few seconds to actually process what the arrow had said.

“But I’m so tired… I’ll take a nap now and think later…” I mumbled, ready to close my eyes and just fall asleep (and probably die and become a Zombie) in the bookstore.

“And- Oh look, my skin is turning grey.” I giggled again as I noticed the grey slowly spreading from my ankles up my legs. Somewhere deep inside me I had a feeling that grey skin was not something to giggle about but I was too exhausted to follow that thought. Instead I just stared down in fascination.

“NO THOU MUST-“ the strange loud voice in my head suddenly vanished. I looked around in confusion. But everything was way to blurry to make out anything more that colored silhouettes . I noticed a flash of green somewhere on my right.

I think I knew who that was…

Yeah, I had definitely met them before..

the name…

something with an M…

Micheal Jackson? No, had nothing to do with green.

M…

Meg! That’s right, her name was Meg!

Remembering her name was like a wake up call. I remembered again why we where in that bookstore. The ritual. I guess I failed that. The zombies. Oh an I was turning into one as well. Oops. Although my thoughts had been cleared a little they were still not entirely clear. I’m sure by now you are aware of that, dear reader.

But where had the arrow of Dodona gone to..? I looked around. Above me towered a dark silhouette. I couldn’t make out any features but the purple glow where the eyes should have been gave the undead king away.

He grinned down at me, in his boney finger the arrow.

“That’s a nice thing you got there… Tell me, what’s up with that arrow?” he questioned. Unlike the arrows voice previously I had no trouble understanding Tarquin. And the words formed in my mind all by themselves, I didn’t even have to think about them all that much.

I was about to tell him everything about the arrow as an ear piercing cry stopped me. Against everything that told me to keep on focusing on the king’s purple eyes I turned around.

Hazel kneeled on the ground, clutching her arm. Her sword laid abandoned a few feet away from her and over her stood one of the ghouls, blood dripping from his talons. Hazel stared up at the thing, eyes still full of rage and pain. But it was obvious that the battle was over for her. Her visible skin was littered with countless minor injuries and the ghoul scratch sealed her fate.

Meg had managed to stay uninjured so far, but she had ben pushed into a corner by five zombies. She still fought them off viciously but I could see the exhaustion setting in. She would not last much longer either.

Through the fog in my brain the realization slowly settled in. We had lost. The ritual had failed. We would not get any godly support.

I could feel my mortal heart slowly getting weaker and weaker. But at least I could think almost straight again. What cruel irony. I had been incapable of doing anything when we still stood a chance and now I could just watch my friends meet their impending doom. The bookstore felt unbearably cold.

Above me, Tarquin laughed. His rough voice echoed in my head.

“Yes, watch it Apollo. All your precious friends will soon be mine. Hazel has already been affected, now only Meg is left… but not for long. Feast on her flesh my loyal servants!” He called out.

The five Zombies jumped at Meg.

No.

No.

No!

This could not happen. It couldn’t end like this. We were supposed to fight Nero together and I would regain my godhood by defeating Python. We couldn’t die now to Tarquin.

Something inside me awakened. I would not let it end like this. We would survive. Somehow. I would make it possible. I will make it possible. And if I had to fight Zeus and the Fates myself. Meg would not die here today and neither would I. Tarquin could not turn the entire city into minions for his kingdom of undead and he would also not get his hands on Tyson or Ella.

No matter the price, I could not let that happen.

A strange feeling started to rise in my chest. At first it was only warm. But then it got hotter and hotter. It spread through my veins. It spread until it had reached my fingers and toes.

Pure power rushed through me. It was a weird feeling but in that moment it felt good and right. That’s how I’m supposed to be like. That’s the power I was supposed to have.

The burning got almost unbearably. The Sybil’s chains were nothing compared to the powerful heat coursing through me.

I could feel it concentrating around my fingers. I questioned for a second whether my puny Lester form could actually handle that kind of power but I had no time for that now. As long as I had my powers, I had to use it to get rid of the undead within the city. And I had to save Meg. And make sure Tarquin could not reach Tyson and Ella.

I could do it.

I don’t exactly know what happened next. I only remember how a ray of divine light bursting from my body. Everything around me vanished into such a bright white it hurt my mortal eyes and for a second I thought I had gone blind myself, before I fell into a black void.

The first thing I noticed after I woke up was the smoke. It filled my lungs with every breath I took. My eyes were burning. And I hadn’t even opened them yet.

Laying there on the ground surrounded by smoke I started to giggle again for some reason. I can’t exactly remember why I did that though. My giggling soon turned into a violent coughing from all all the smoke I inhaled.

And then reality caught up to me. The battle of the bookstore. Tarquin. The Sybellin books. Meg and Hazel. My zombie poisoning.

I should be dead by now. But dead people (and zombies probably) could not suffer so much from a bit of smoke… Also, when the fight had started, there had been no smoke, so what happened?

And then I remembered my burst of godly strength. And also looking back how strong it had been, fueled by my hatred after the deaths of Jason, Frank and all the other brave legionaries, my desire to protect Meg and my wish to stop Tarquin and not let him get to Ella and Tyson, a horrible feeling started to form in my chest.

I sat up abruptly. The smoke was so thick it was almost impossible to see anything. I now also noticed the heat and my pain. And I would have almost passed out again.

If you want to have any idea in how much pain I was at the moment, imagine you have to run through fire. But with no skin. That’s how I felt. At least I assume that’s what it would feel like.

I covered my mouth and nose with what used to be my shirt but was now just a torn and burned piece of fabric to create a make shift mask to protect myself against the smoke. I doubted it would help much anymore.

“Meg!” I called into the grey clouds before me after I had carefully managed to get on my feet again.

A new wave of coughs almost forced me to my knees again but I stumbled further into the smoke. I had to find Meg.

My eyes were tearing but I wasn’t sure whether that was from the smoke or my own desperation. Sweat ran down my forehead. I had completely lost every orientation.

“Meg!” I called again.

I stumbled, fell to the ground and got up again. I had to find Meg. The wound on my stomach throbbed. But as far as I could see within the heavy smoke, the purple lines of infection had vanished. That just had to be a good sign. Tarquin had to be dead and his Zombies with him. I just had to believe it.

Suddenly, I managed to make out a silhouette of something on the ground in front of me. At first it only looked like a lump of fabric but as I got closer I noticed the vaguely humanoid form.

My chances were small. But as I got closer I could see a faint green color. If I hadn’t already cried from all the smoke I would have started crying now.

“Meg” I let myself fall to the ground besides her.

Her page boy haircut was disheveled and her clothes littered with burns and covered in ash. But aside from a few minor injuries and scratches she seemed remarkably fine.

I grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

“Meg, Meg wake up!”

But she didn’t move. I started to panic. I tried to feel her pulse but my hands were trembling too badly.

Okay, I had to calm down now. Taking deep breaths was for obvious reasons off the table but I just had to find a way to calm down.

The only thing that mattered now was to get Meg out of… well were even were we? The bookstore had been so cramped before, how could I not have run into something when looking for Meg? With my Lester-Luck knocking my little toe against one of the heavy bookshelf would have probably happened at least once.

I had to worry about that later.

I had to focus now.

This time, I could make out a faint pulse. I prayed to every deity I had ever known that it was not just my imagination. But now I stood in front of an even bigger problem. How was I supposed to get her anywhere? I could barely stand myself and Meg was not responding.

But I had to try anyways. I grabbed her and tried to lift her up but my strength was not great enough anymore and so I ended up half carrying her half dragging her in a direction I hoped would lead away from the smoke.

My lungs burned from exhaustion and I started to feel dizzy. I had no free hand anymore to cover my mouth and nose. I just had to hope I could make it time.

One step after the other.

Of course I knew it was impossible, but it felt like Meg hot heavier and heavier with every step I took. The heat was unbearable.

After what felt like twice as long as my entire (divine) life, I reached an area where the smoke started to clear. Maybe the universe had seen me in my pitiful state and decided ‘hey, we make this guy suffer so much, how about we grant him something nice for once?’ or I had just been lucky. I didn’t care. Because above me I could finally see the sky again.

Breathing air without the smoke was the best feeling I’ve had in forever. Finally seeing further ahead then just a few feet felt like a true blessing.

I collapsed to the ground and Meg fell down with me.

I realized we were somewhere in the outskirts of new Rome, probably close to the border.

Then next to me Meg started to stir. At first only a little, then she shot up and started coughing violently. I tried to reassure her that we were save now, that Tarquin was dead but to my surprise the moment she heard my voice she scrambled backwards, away from me. I knew it couldn’t be true but right this instant it looked like Meg was sacred. Of me. Then she stared at something behind me.

I recognized what was going on behind me from the reflection in her cat eye glasses. And every last bit of relief I had felt previously vanished and made place for pure dread.  

I swallowed dryly, the taste of ash and smoke still in my mouth. Then I turned around slowly towards the center of New Rome.

Columns of smoke were rising into the sky. Raging flames were devouring buildings and casting an orange light over the entire city. I couldn’t see it but I instinctively knew where the center of that inferno was.

I knew it was the bookstore.

I could feel my hand starting to tremble again.

“What have you done?”

Her voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. I couldn’t muster the strength to turn around and face Meg. I didn’t even know how to answer her. Because I had no idea what I had done. I only knew that it was my fault.

But I had to say something, right? I mean I owed her some sort of explanation for what had happened. I desperately tried to make sense of everything. My memories of the bookstore were to blurry. Had it been an accident? On purpose? But there was no way I would’ve done that. It must’ve been an accident. Maybe I had lost control over my godly powers? That would make sense…

I ripped away my gaze from the raging inferno and turned around slowly.

“I- I don’t-“ before I could finish my sentence,  another wave of coughs mage me topple over and in all my burned and ash-covered glory I vomited on the ground.

I tried to ignore the disgusting taste in my mouth and find a new explanation, I was the god of poetry if anyone would find the right words it should be me. But before I could try to speak another word, the world around me suddenly got blurry again and before I realized what was happening around me I fell unconscious again.

My dreams were strange. Faceless figures appeared in the black void around me, mumbling incoherent words and reaching out for me, but before they could touch me the vanished again, their bodies dissolving into nothing but grayish mist.

I wanted to scream. But the black nothing swallowed every sound.

I had no idea how long I was drifting in that void, trying to get a hold on the somehow familiar figures and have them dissolving just before I could reach them. But after a while my dreamscape shifted. The void formed a solid ground.

I stood in a dark room, a muted grey light barely illuminated it. But there was no light source to be seen. Clouds of mist drifted lazily over the ground.

A strange feeling started to rise in my chest. I felt scared. On one hand. Something was demanding my respect within the black void. But I was also aware that I was in no immediate danger.  

It’s like looking at a hurricane after it has already destroyed your palace. Well, you probably never experienced a hurricane destroying your palace, think of your home instead.

Then three shapes started to emerge from somewhere in the darkness. They were covered in dark fabrics which seemed strangely solid and liquid at the same time.

They were too far away from me to actually see details, but I could definitely see the golden string swirling and twisting around them. I could barely resist the urge to cower in fear. Who would’ve guessed that the scariest thing in the universe are three old ladies.

“A call by fate has to be answered. There are no excuses to be made, otherwise the outcome will be more than regrettable.”

They spoke all at once, their voices echoing within the walls somewhere in the darkness beyond me.

“H-Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?! I have done everything you asked of me, I have followed every one of your prophecies! Why do you punish me now? That’s just unfair!”

Now dear reader, please, should you ever meet the fates, don’t do what I just did. Screaming at them will in no way make your situation any better. I was just really done in that moment.

But they ignored me. Just like they had appeared out of black nothing, they dissolved again. For a little longer I just stood there, within the grey light and started at the spot the three had just disappeared.

What had they meant when telling me to follow prophecies? I really had done everything I could. In my mind I went over the lines of the prophecy again but could simply not find a line which I had not tried to fulfill properly.

Just… the realization hit me like a truck hitting a deer frozen in the headlights. I had not failed the ritual. I had reached Artemis. But something had stopped her from coming to our aid. And there certainly was reason to assume that that something was in fact a someone.

But then why did Camp Jupiter have to suffer for it? That was just not fair. I wanted to cry. Again.

And because I was never granted anything in my mortal life, I was not given any time to process that my father might have doomed my quest, woke up.

The next time I woke up I was not laying on the hard ground anymore and there was also no smoke. I wish I could believe it had just been a nightmare sent by Tarquin into my zombie-infested brain but the burns along my arms told a different story.

I didn’t dare to open my eyes. I didn’t want to. I was scared of what I would have to face. Of learning the hard facts about… well everything.

Pathetic, I know but I really wasn’t sure how much more tragedy I could take. Jason had chosen his death. He had known he was going to die and willing accompanied us on our trip and I still had blamed myself, had thought about what I could’ve done to prevent that. Now…

I opened my eyes anyways. Because what else was I supposed to do. There just had to be a way to fix everything.

I was already thinking about ways to explain myself when every word I had prepared vanished out of my head. Again.

Because Frank stared down at me. Something seemed a little off about his face but it was definitely the same adorable demigod who’d believed to be my son a long time ago. So if Frank was here and I was here…

“… am I dead?”

It took me a few tries to speak coherently. And even though the words now were understandable, my voice still sounded incredibly raw and my lungs hurt.

Strange. I always thought the pain would vanish once you died.

“N-“ he started before I interrupted him.

“Your eyebrows are gone” I stated. I don’t know why, it just came over me. Remember one thing, never criticize someones eyebrows. For some reason that’s a very vulnerable spot for most people. Don’t ask how I learned that.

“The healers said you might still be a bit off once you wake up, the amount of smoke you inhaled almost killed you. But somehow you made it out alive.”

For a second there was an uncomfortable silence between us.

“What happened to Meg?” I asked, the look she had given me after I had carried her away from the bookstore flashing in my memory.

“She will be okay. Like you she inhaled a lot of smoke but… well we’re still trying to figure it out but it seems like she somehow managed to filter the air by using plants.”

I nodded with relief. I had no idea what I would’ve done if anything had happened to her.

There was silence again.

“Apollo… what the hell happened?” Frank’s voice was still calm. But I could sense the desperation for an answer.

“That looked like a targeted attack! The bookstore, the temple of Jupiter and of Diana were completely burned to the ground, not even the foundation is still there and they were all build with stone. The buildings around were damaged but compared to the force of whatever destroyed those three it’s nothing.”

The Fates’ word appeared back in my mind.

“There are no excuses to be made, otherwise the outcome will be more than regrettable.” I murmured, still trying to process what Frank had just told me.

“Look man, I really like you but we need answers. Two important temples were just incinerated and I won’t sugarcoat it, many were too close and just vaporized from the heat. The people are asking questions Apollo. Is this city in danger? Do we need to prepare sacrifices or…? We don’t have any idea what happened and now you’re sitting here mumbling something about no excuses?”

There was no missing the desperation now. I had always seen Frank as a strong but kind leader. But right now he just looked …done.

“And where is Hazel?”

The question hung in the air for a while as I remembered her kneeling on the ground, clutching her injured arm and blood dyeing her clothes red.

Tears gathered in my eyes.

And then I told Frank what had happened. From the bookstore battle to the failed ritual and the fragments I still remembered from my godly burst and finally to my dream of the fates. But I kept my suspicion about the reason for the issue to myself. If I was actually correct, Frank would figure it out himself. Otherwise I was maybe just trying to shift the blame on someone that was not me.

Frank sighed as he leaned heavily against the wall. For a second he didn’t say anything at all. Then he looked up again, his eyes void of any emotion, an expression I had never seen from him before.

“You said they said something about ‘not answering calls’. To me that doesn’t sound like the ritual failed…”

He looked up at the ceiling. We both knew he wasn’t looking for the ceiling.

“This… I don’t- I mean what is this? A declaration of war by the fates to the gods? The other way round? Just a warning?”

I wish I could’ve answered him.

He took a deep breath.

“Okay. We have to rebuild the city first. And not just physically. Until then the circumstances of the fire will be declared unknown but probably a failed plan by Tarquin. Once everything has settled we’ll discuss further steps with the senate.”

He was pacing through the room and seemed to explain his plan more to himself then to me.

I felt pathetic. I had to do something to help. Fix things somehow.

“And then… we will have to announce the loss of the sybellin books.” There was so incredible much pain in his voice.

The realization hit me seconds later. Tyson and Ella had been waiting at Diana’s Temple. Like Hazel they had probably still been inside when it happened.

“No…” I whispered so quietly, not even Frank could hear me.

“I have to go, the Legion needs me. But one more thing” he looked at me again, “it wasn’t your fault. You were just a Tool to pass on their anger.”

And with that he left. I just felt numb.

The silence within the huge room was deafening.

“you should’ve just let me go…”

[welikeclownsinthishouse]

This is the first Whumptober (@ailesswhumptober) I will be participating in and I'll try to write for as many days as possible! All my fics will be published to AO3, my handle there is EverySnowflakeIsDifferent. :)

Day one: Sick

When Ben first woke up with a sore throat and a small headache he ignored it the same way he ignored his nose clogging up every time he lay down.

He ignored the nausea that followed only a few days later as well, not wanting to stop his search just because his body decided to quit on him all of a sudden. It worked, in his opinion at least, the symptoms might have been annoying but they weren't interrupting anything.

A few days later the nausea turned from mildly inconvenient to unbearable however and his mild headache turned into a splitting one, making it impossible to read, talk, or even see without wanting to squeeze his eyes shut and to never open them again. He couldn't even try to force himself to read about the possible locations of Payback, his vision blurring and his body rebelling every time he tried.

What made everything even worse than it already was, was that he hadn't been sick since he first took compound V all these years ago, he hadn't even had a sniffle since then, never even a light headache. He knew that his sudden illness had to be a result of what happened in Russia, that his body apparently wasn't strong enough to deal with a small little virus now.

He couldn't do anything about it though, he couldn't stop his body from feeling this way just like he couldn't stop the Russians from fucking up his body in the first place.

He couldn't even go rob a pharmacy or even try and find a hospital to steal from considering he couldn't even really move anymore; his limbs ached and every single movement, no matter how small, caused a burst of nausea and pain to shoot right through him, rendering him almost completely immobile.

That's why he'd been lying on the bathroom floor for the last few hours unmoving and completely exhausted, his skin hot and sweaty. The dirty tiles underneath him gave him a little reprieve at least, providing a small amount of comfort as they cooled him down somewhat, even if the shivering was getting annoying.

He could feel another bout of nausea welling up within him as he lay there, staring at the ceiling, and he couldn't help but groan as he maneuvered his aching body into an upright position, his head pounding with the movement.

Ben trembled when he leaned over the toilet and bile rose in his throat, the smell of cold vomit that lingered didn't do anything to help the nausea that took over in the slightest.

He threw up not long after he grabbed the toilet seat in a tight grip, using it as leverage, to keep himself upright. The seat made a soft cracking noise but Ben didn't care, not really; as soon as he could he would leave this place anyway.

He could feel his throat burn and his stomach constrict while he cursed himself for not being stronger than this; he really should be stronger, he shouldn't even have gotten sick in the first place.

He should be out right now, getting his revenge on payback and instead, he was sitting in a dingy bathroom, throwing up the only food he had been able to keep down since this whole nausea bit started.

He could feel tears prick at the corners of his eyes, from the vomiting only of course, and angrily wiped them away while his other hand stayed curled around the toilet seat.

He was already weak enough, he wouldn't start crying now just because he got a little sick. This was nothing compared to the shit the Russians did to him, this was nothing compared to what happened in the war either.

Ben retched a few more times, his body feeling empty and aching, before he slowly lowered himself back into a lying position, his body protesting even more than before.

He could still taste the bile on his tongue and his throat felt even worse than it did before but he decided to ignore that the same way he had ignored everything else. After finally getting himself into a somewhat comfortable position, or as comfortable as possible at least, he relaxed and started to blankly stare at the ceiling once again.

He really hoped he would get over this quickly and that this was a one-time thing, he didn't even want to think about the possibility of him getting sick like this more often. How much time it would take from him, what it would mean for him. He was supposed to be a supe, supes don't get sick so what would-

Swallowing the new bout of bile that rose in his throat as his thoughts started spiraling he closed his eyes, ignoring the fresh tears that started running down his face before he forced himself to fall asleep, to stop thinking about something that would never even happen.

He hoped he would feel better once he woke up, that all of this would be over as quickly as it came. He couldn't afford to stay like this any longer, to be as useless as he was right now. He really needed to get a grip on himself but that could wait for when he woke up.

[mikarchive2]

books i read in march 2023 📚

( trying the read more thing for the first time ever cause this is so long hope it works 💖 )

1. the hurting kind by ada limón - ★★★★★ - goddamn it, i really cant decide between four and five stars here . but at the end of the day, even though i cant say i loved every single poem, the collection as a whole is so full of life and defiant grace i just cant resist rounding up . ada limón has to be one of the best nature poets ive read so far ( cant wait to reread some of these poems outside when spring begins to feel like spring ), and also one of the few who can truly make this blunt and direct writing style work . if i were to talk about every poem i enjoyed, id be here all day but shout out to foaling season specifically that one hit me almost physically

2 + 3. the sandman: the kindly ones ( vol. 9 ) + the sandman: the wake ( vol. 10 ) by neil gaiman - all the stars in space . to me - if i loved it less, i might be able to talk about it more . shrimp emotions dont even begin to describe everything these last two volumes make me feel . i say this all the time though + there is not much else i can say without spoiling things, so . i dont know . just read it . the one thing i want everyone to take from this blog is that they should read it

4. panics by barbara molinard - ★★★★ - i think i found this thanks to lees ( stephaniesays1968 ) storygraph ... one of the instances in which the story behind how something was written is almost more interesting than the writing itself . barbara molinard was known for destroying her work and this is the only book she ever published - and being aware of that does make the stories even more haunting . or haunted perhaps . very madwoman in the attic, very surrealistic, recommending this to those who enjoy kafka and shirley jackson

favourites: the plane from santa rosa, the fathers apartment, untitled ( isolated fragments, liberty ), taxi, the sponge, im alone and its night, the vault

5. serious concerns by wendy cope - ★ - i expected this collection to have roughly the same energy as the famous orange poem, but instead it was just very ... english wine mom after her fourth divorce . though undeniably witty, occasionally funny and even somewhat subversive, the ever-present vibe of cynical pragmatism made it completely unenjoyable for me . however, wendy copes wikipedia page claims that her later collections are different so perhaps i just started in the wrong place ? i wouldnt want to discourage anyone from giving this collection or author a try, but personally i simply dont share her sense of humor

6. contemplation by franz kafka - ★★★ - i spontaneously picked up the czech translation during a slow day at work and ... well, it sure helped pass the time ! i have no idea how i feel about kafkas fiction to be honest - on the one hand he is so much more than the sadboy people tend to reduce him to and there is certain joie de vivre in his writing, on the other hand i find his style ... dry . ( saying that feels like a crime ) this was a pretty hit-or-miss collection for me, but i feel more motivated to read more of his work now, so . a win is a win

favourites: the sudden walk, excursion into the mountains, passers-by, on the tram, clothes, rejection, reflections for gentlemen-jockeys, the street window

7. howls moving castle by diana wynne jones - ★★★★ - this was so whimsical and chaotic and just bursting with creativity . way more down-to-earth than i expected, but it was almost healing to see these really flawed characters loved and happy . im so excited to watch the movie now, unlike everyone else i didnt feel much for book howl ( i just kept thinking he needs a fancam set to womanizer ) but perhaps i will fall for his movie version ? we will see . im very intrigued by diana wynne jones' style, it made the story seem as if it was writing itself ... cant wait to read more ! and recommend her work to every child i run into

up next: i said this last month, but i need to read my silly little college textbooks for real this time, so i should take a little break from this weird marathon reading i seem to be doing . anyway i hope to slowly get thru weavers, scribes, and kings by amanda h. podany ( finally ! nonfiction ! ) and um . well . there is still the prequel to the sandman . and a few spin-offs that seem interesting . and i downloaded stardust the other day because i love actively making my parasocial relationships worse . i should disclose that im horrible at planning though, so chances are i will just read ten completely random books again instead of any of these . love and light

[yubegom]

Hi! Same height anon requester here haha

I really liked the same height s/o you did, thank you so much for writing it.

Again, feel free to ignore this request. I think I made it confusing and too detailed(?)

Can I get a sagau Xiao with player reader who is always super affectionate when maining him?

Calling him affectionate nicknames and using a soft tone with him?

Like, reader likes talking to Xiao about their day and talks to him as if he's there?

Or they log in the game to see him alone, esp when they have a bad day?

I ramble ;-; anyway, would he break the code to speak to reader, or would he stick with the code, but somehow finds a way to temporarily meet/talk to reader irl somehow?

Also, what will he do if reader calls him their boyfriend before knowing he's sentient?

Hehe thank you for requesting that last one This idea is really cute hehe sorry for taking so long to write Sagau- Xiao x Reader

Lately you've enjoyed playing this adventure game called Genshin Impact, and overall the game was well created, the scenery, the characters, but one specific person had caught your eye. His name was Xiao, and you had really loved everything about him and had looked into his lore more than the other characters. You built him to the max and took extra care of him making sure to keep a shield on him and help him lose the least amount of hp. Even though you knew it was just a game and that he wasn't real, you couldn't help but develop a strong affection towards him and you loved talking to him about the exciting things from your day and the not so exciting ones as well. You liked to talk softly to him and call him cute little things because he wouldn't hear right? Not that it mattered, but what you didn't know was that a certain little yaksha could hear each and every single word you uttered to him and he was glad you weren't able to see the light blushes developing from your bold words. He was the Conqueror of Demons afterall, he wouldn't be affected by some mortal would he? Xiao was really surprised at first when he felt his body moving on it's own. But after being controlled for a bit he could hear voices and as time went on, there became progressively clearer. He learned that there was some mortal controlling his body on and off and that he actually existed in a game called Genshin Impact. He didn't like the feeling of not being in control of his body, but after a bit he was accustomed to it and didn't really mind it. He enjoyed you logging in and your affection. He loved the soft tone of your voice, and he loved when you didn't get angry at him when he didn't crit. But he still tried his best for you. Sometimes, he wished to reply to some of your comments, especially when he can hear that you were having a hard day. It really does pain him after spending so much time with you to hear you cry, he wishes to comfort you, but how would he? Should he break code and his walls to talk to you? While you were offline from Genshin, he started looking through many books, he found a craftable gadget in ancient scrolls to get to you, not for long, but long enough to be able to say the things he must to you if ever needed. He would be able to, but he won't unless absolutely necessary. Not extremely possible, but just a precaution. The day you reached friendship level ten with Xiao, was also an incredibly tough day for you, you used genshin as an escape source from all your problems and hardships. And when the 10 notification appeared on top of his name you burst our crying. From happiness of his friendship and name card but also from just all the pressure you've been feeling. And Xiao's heart just shattered at it. On reflex he took out the gadget and activated it. All of a sudden you both saw flashing bright lights and you were suddenly face to face with... XIAO?!?! IN YOUR BEDROOM???!!! WHY WAS HE IN YOUR BED ROOM (not that you were complaining... but like-)

He was right on top of you propping himself up using his arms to keep himself from falling on top of you. Both of you were extremely quiet as you stared at each other. This was definitely not how Xiao planned on meeting you for the first time. After a few more seconds of staring as each other you both scrambled away from each other. Keep in mind that you were just crying so your eyes are all puffy and swollen and you just looked very tired and messy. You snatched your blanket to cover your face as Xiao thought about what to do next. He didn't have much time in your world so he wants to just get to the point. You felt a pair of long slender arms wrap around you as you look up from shoving your face into your blanket to see Xiao, real life, and actually there. Holding you. You put your arms around his waist and hugged him back as you both sat there for a few minutes in comfortable silence. You two ended up talking about worlds and some similarities and differences. You both also asked questions about life in your said worlds and have a wonderful conversation. But alas, all good things come to an end. You and Xiao both felt him slowly fading and being sucked back into the game. A soft light came this time to take him back to his world. You, started tearing up again, and Xiao just softly smiled and patted your head. As he slowly faded back into his game he said one more thing, "Just so you know the nicknames you call me are really cute~ you should keep talking to me about your days and the fanfictions you read about me~" And with that, the Conqueror of Demons went back into his world leaving you open mouthed and red as a tomato. whendidhehearthatwhydidhehearthatdoesthatmeanhecouldhearmethisentiretimehelpwhatdoidoimdyinghelpthatissoembarrassingbyepleasegodsaveme. Who knows maybe he'll visit you again, whatever he heard from your rambles can be the next time you two meets' problem. A/n: Sorry this took so long a bit of ooc Xiao but I feel that he'd warm up and become a bit affectionate after you two spent time together so that's my reasoning sdjfg That's it. You all can just know me by the Large amount of Xiao.

[achoonihaachu]

Hey,

Can I request an mc who like can't see glass.

So they like bonk their head on a window, trying to look at a bird. Or full on walks into a glass door.

Brothers reaction please.

Brothers react to an MC who is Blind to Glass

a/n: i hope i did this request justice! i honestly had a blast just thinking of how the brothers would react and i tried to keep the situations different for each of them! writing casual hcs after heavy angsty stuff is vv fun :))

warnings: a bit of cursing here and there, lesson 16 spoilers for belphie, flirty demons, mentions of a bloody nose, mc gets hurt but not too badly, not proofread </33

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Lucifer:

Now, Lucifer’s had his fair share of memories that revolved around you running into windows or glass doors because you didn’t realize that there was glass. In a way, he found it absolutely endearing but also completely embarrassing because well, you’d do it in public and more often than not, Diavolo would witness you doing it and would burst out in hearty laughter.

He has a video of you accidentally smacking your head against a window during a student council meeting because you thought you saw Lotan swim in the school lake.

Well, you didn’t see Lotan, Belphie said he saw Lotan and well… Belphie sent the video to the family group chat.

When you run into windows and glass doors, he just stares at you incredulously and walks off, without helping you!

The nerve of some men.

Well, there is this beautiful greenhouse in the gardens of the Demon Lord’s Castle that he would frequently take you to.

Diavolo once asked Lucifer to join him for tea there and you decided to tag along and you absolutely loved the place.

Since then, he’d bring you along with him every single time he visited.

Diavolo had renovations done to the place for a few weeks, meaning you weren’t able to hang around the gardens to watch the birds that flew by or the flaming butterflies that’d almost always start fires when they’d land on the leaves.

The time came that the renovations were finally done and to celebrate, Diavolo asked that you and Lucifer join him for afternoon tea.

Lucifer failed to mention to you that Diavolo had gotten the greenhouse ‘s framework re-made completely of indestructible crystal… that was almost completely see through. The old plastic that the greenhouse was actually made of was then replaced with glass.

Everything was basically made of glass… even the door…

You run into the gardens, giggling along the way as you speed past the First born and the crown Prince. The pair watched in amusement as you waved at the small group of birds that called the gardens their home (Barbatos was supposed to deal with the flock but after seeing you talk to them and care for them… they simply left the birds alone). You stare in awe as the greenhouse gleamed in the Devildom light. It looked gorgeous; you were already formulating a way to get Lucifer to get one of them made at the House of Lamentation. You turn to Lucifer and point at the greenhouse, “Lucifer! Look at it! It’s so pretty!” You exclaim. Before Lucifer could respond, you ran to the greenhouse. You didn’t slow down or stop at the door, which meant you sprinted into the big glass door with a loud smack. Barbatos, having seen this in his visions, rushes over to you with a small kit in his hands. Diavolo and Lucifer were frozen in their tracks, one’s mouth was hanging open whilst the other buried his face in the palms of his hands in embarrassment. You were moaning in pain, the sudden impact took the air out of your lungs as you tried explaining yourself to the trio that watched you, “Lucifer don’t you dare look like you’re ashamed of me!” You whined, “It looks like there wasn’t even any glass!”

Lucifer wordlessly walks over to you, taking the first aid kit from Barbatos’ hands and he hands it to you. When you take it from him, he picks you up bridal style with the faintest of blushes coloring his pale skin. He clears his throat and smirks teasingly at you, “I would scold you for embarrassing the both of us in front of Lord Diavolo like that but… I’m just grateful you didn’t break the door with how fast you ran into it.”

He gets a whack at the chest for that comment.

Mammon:

Mammon’s an airhead as he is. He’s a tad clumsy and has a habit of tripping and breaking things but he rarely runs into glass.

Out of all the brothers, Mammon was the second most clumsy so in a way… he relates to you on a spiritual level.

He’s the type of friend and lover to just blink after you run into walls or doors, laugh in your face for a solid 15 minutes before he walks off to do the exact same thing.

You’d then blink at him, laugh at his stupidity, and you’d walk off to be just as clumsy.

Repeat process.

Now, Mammon loves taking you out on dates- well, he doesn’t call them dates. He calls them educational outings to popular destinations in the Devildom and the human world because Lucifer wouldn’t give him money otherwise. He took you to cafes, to hotels, and of course, to casinos.

Now, he loved the lavish, extravagant lifestyle; he loves the idea of spending money but hates working for it T-T so during one of your random escapades to the human realm, Mammon forgot one very important thing:

Lucifer kept hourly tabs on Goldie.

He took you out under the guise of letting you experience a festival happening somewhere at that time and since Lucifer had a soft spot for you (read: he’s a total pushover for you), he gave you both an allowance and let you go on your merry way.

Well, the money Lucifer gave you? Mammon blew it all on a single slot machine and now… you’re both sitting on the sidewalk, pockets empty, on a cold night. Lucifer contacted the bank Mammon used and they didn’t let you take out any more money from Goldie.

You huffed, glaring at the light-haired demon, “I told you to at least book a room before you went to the casino.” You muttered.

Mammon pouted and before he could try to weasel his way out of your disappointing stare, he saw a small restaurant open a little ways away from you.

Mammon gets up, brushing his pants off before he offers his hand to you, “C’mon on… Get up, human. We’ll grab dinner over there, yeah? Then… I’ll call Lucifer and I’ll ask ‘im to get us home.” He sulked. You scrunch your nose and smile as you pull yourself up using his hand. He expects you to let go right after but you keep your fingers interlaced. The walk to the restaurant was short but you were hungry and well, you needed hot food in your stomach pronto. You jogged over and you didn’t really process Mammon’s yelps of “(MC), there’s glass!” and well…. You bonked your head against the sliding glass door. Since you were holding Mammon’s hand, when you stumbled to the floor, you took him down with you.

“(MC), what the heck was that for?! I mean, I know humans are kinda dumb but- Ow! Hey!” You kick him lightly; Honestly, the way he was whining about his kicked shin made him such a drama king. You rolled your eyes and giggled as your eyes darted over to the owner of the restaurant, standing near the door with a concerned expression on their face. You send them an apologetic smile before you turn your attention back onto the childish demon beside you, “You say I’m dumb? You literally fell down and you weren’t even the one to run into the door!”

“Ya dragged me down with ya, idiot!”

Two idiots sit at the front door of some hole in the wall restaurant, half laughing and half whining and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leviathan:

Ah, the clumsiest brother. You see, Levi doesn’t leave his room much as is and when he does come out, his head is hung low as he stares at his D.D.D or his handheld game console.

It results in a lot of bumps on his forehead, stubbed toes, and broken vases and pots left in his wake.

He’s well aware of your clumsiness and sort of blindness when it comes to glass. Quite frankly, he feels for you.

I mean, why is most glass so freaking clear anyways? It’s always an accident waiting to happen when it comes to glass doors.

For Diavolo’s sake, is it really that hard to tint doors these days?

Yeah… He only feels this way because he runs into glass doors and bonks his head on windows just as frequently as you.

And he gets really shy and embarrassed about it too!

When he sees you bonk your head against a window or something, especially in public, he just… pretends like he doesn’t know you T-T

Leviathan asked you to go to a human world anime convention that’d span over three days; he’s on this small journey of trying to grow his confidence and the first thing he tasked himself with is asking you out… to the human world for a convention! Yep!

You obviously agree and off to the human world you went with the world’s dorkiest demon boi that you loved oh so much.

You both didn’t consider the hundreds of people at the convention center and the dozens of floor length windows and glass doors.

Leviathan was basically buzzing with excitement beside you. You were both in a couple’s cosplay, as per the suggestion of Asmo (actually, Levi had suggested it to Asmo but he was too shy to ask you so Asmo just… blurted it out during dinner one night). You were dressed in a popular He’s pulling you into every direction, his attention on different cosplayers- ooh! (MC), look at the merch! hoLY CRAP! LOOK AT THE RURI-CHAN MERCH!

From all the pulling and tugging he was doing with your arm, you bumped into a bunch of different cosplayers and con-goers. You yelp out a meek sorry! or an excuse me!, but after a while, you just stop pulling your arm back and just let the purple-haired demon pull you around like a ragdoll. The convention center was built in a way that certain walls were made, floor to ceiling, in a strong glass. Those walls were specifically in the area where all the temporary food stalls were set up. You were at this anime con for hours; really, Levi had you up and ready in full cosplay at 4 in the morning and all you’ve had to eat is a sandwich from the hotel’s dining area. You tugged on Levi’s sleeve and pointed towards a stand that sold takoyaki. He nodded excitedly and you decided to take the lead for this one. Now, you were a little confused to see that people were kind of standing around in a certain area, not really walking towards the food stalls; bingo! You and Levi could walk through there but then… Whack! You walk straight into one of those glass walls. The other people kind of gathered by the walls all stifle their laughter, but Levi just goes full on embarrassed teenager mode, “(MC)! Why would you do this! At a con!” He cried.

You rub at your forehead as Levi tries to hide from the giggling bystanders. You pout at him for the rest of the day.

Satan:

We know Satan to be this composed demon; he never falters in his perfect, practiced facade.

But in all honesty, this dude’s almost as clumsy as Mammon.

He always has his nose stuck in a book, he’s always reading or researching something or other, and that can cause a lot of… small accidents.

Just the other day, you had come down with a small flu, Satan decided to take it upon himself to learn about the rather particular human sickness and whilst he read up on it in a thick medical book, he walked straight into a wall.

He sees you like this tiny little duckling in a big world; he just felt this insatiable urge to watch you kind of trip and stumble but he’d never let you get hurt.

Seeing you run into walls made of glass would literally make him burst out laughing as crassly as his less elegant brothers (read: mammon) .

He loves to tease you and poke fun at you, sure, but he would be the first out of all the brothers to check on you to ensure that you weren’t hurt too badly.

When you hit your head too hard on windows, he’d sit you down and put ice on your bump to lessen the swelling because some human medical book told him to do that.

The very same soft Satan who adored you was also very very angry at the moment at his brothers.

Mammon was being stupid, according to Satan, and you weren’t home to mediate because the angels asked you to come over to help them with a human realm dessert.

One thing led to another and it all resulted in Satan storming out of the house.

The blonde was simply minding his own business in a quaint cafe called The Devil’s Hour near the House of Lamentation. He had gone out in quite the pissy mood after a certain brother of his (read: mams-) ruined one of his cursed, limited edition books that he had recently bought. He left the house in a mess and perhaps it’s his stupid brother’s pride that’s embedded into him that made him not want to go home first to apologize. “I’ll go home when (MC) says that they’re going to go home.” He decided. Just as he takes a sip from his cup, he catches a glimpse of you walking by with a white paper bag in your hands on the other side of the street. He pulls out his D.D.D quickly and dials your number. He watches with gentle eyes the way you stop on the sidewalk to see who’s calling and he isn’t sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he swore he saw your face light up when you see his caller ID. “Hey, Satan! What’s up? I’m literally on my way home right now!” Your voice sounds slightly muffled through the phone but he shrugs it off; it’ll be fine, you'll walk into the cafe anyway to spend time with him! “Look towards Devil’s Hour.” He simply says, before he hangs up.

He sees you look all confused as you turn towards Devil’s Hour but your smile brightens when you two make eye contact. He gives you a small wave and you run across the mostly empty street towards him. Now, it’d have been an adorable moment had you not walked straight into the floor length glass that made up the walls of the cafe. He hears the loud clang and the muted groan that escapes your lips and he immediately bursts out laughing. You pout at him from the other side of the wall.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming…” He mutters mostly to himself as he quickly rushes out of the cafe to tend to you.

“Why’d you have to laugh?” You huff.

“You’re cute when you look all embarrassed like that.”

Asmodeus:

Asmo, despite being practically glued to his phone, is surprisingly very aware of his surroundings. He rarely trips or stumbles, he almost never knocks into anyone or anything in the hallways.

He’s perfected hallway etiquette; Probably because he gets photographed everywhere he goes and he will not stand for any photo.

When he first met you, he thought it was quite interesting that you were seemingly blind to glass. You’d run into glass doors and hit your head against windows so often that he'd put a little highlights reel on his profile on Devilgram of all the times he’s caught on camera.

He catches about 30% of the total times you’d walk into some sort of glass on video or in pictures.

In short, you do it alot lol

Asmo’s not the best at treating injuries like Satan but he isn’t as mean as Levi or Lucifer because, sure, he giggles a little at you, but he won’t outright ignore you when you embarrass yourself in public and he won’t be the cause of your embarrassment.

What he’s an absolute pro at, though, was acting like the cutest, most protective drama king in the world.

You and Asmo were out in town; He begged to take you out because Majolish was holding a clearance sale on their top-selling products and he just needed to stock up on their lip glosses and body mists.

For the most part, Asmodeus had an arm locked with yours and when you tried walking into stores, he’d pull you back just as you almost hit your head against the sliding doors.

You made it to Majolish without much of a hitch and you were in the clear!... well, almost.

Asmodeus was in the middle of an almost-fist fight with a succubus over a particularly pretty pink fur coat at Majolish. There was a lot of growling and hair pulling and as much as you loved Asmo, you were definitely not trying to get in the middle of whatever was going on. You walk away, scanning through the different items on the shelves and a small red perfume bottle catches your attention. “Ooh! Lucifer would like that alot…” You muttered. You walk over to the shelf and lean your head in to get a closer look and- oh, it’s in a display case. You wince when your forehead makes contact with the case, a dull thud ringing in your ears as you step back. Not this again, you groan inwardly. Asmodeus had finished wrangling the fur coat from the succubus and was looking for you. He had seen the entire thing, “My dear! (MC)!” He wailed, running over to look at your forehead. He had half a mind to keep a tight hold on the coat at that moment. His eyes were already brimming with unshed tears. You shake your head, “No! Don’t cry Asmo!” You bite back the laughter bubbling in your throat. He pouts, “But you’re hurt!” He whines.

“Asmo! Don’t worry! It’ll probably just be a small bump! It’ll be gone by tomorrow, let’s continue shopping-”

“Don’t you dare say something so absurd! Come, come! We’ll pay for our things and then we’ll head home. We’ll have a spa day, just the two of us.”

Beelzebub:

Saying that Beel was “pretty tall” would be the understatement of the year. He towers over most demons and people; he bumps his head against door frames when he’s busy munching on a snack so he kinda understands your little dilemma.

Beel’s not the most attentive when it comes to little things like how many times you accidentally hurt yourself (small injuries though! Trust and believe that he’s one of the most alert if something serious happens to you). It actually takes him months before he realizes that you’re actually blind to glass.

Like, you’ve been in the Devildom for months and everyone else that you’ve grown close to knows of except Beel.

He only really realizes after you accidentally run straight into a sliding glass door; he wasn’t really there to see it but Asmo filmed the whole thing and posted it on his Devilgram.

He then sees the plethora of videos and pictures of you walking into glass walls and doors, and he sees clips of you bonking your head on windows.

He finds it quite endearing but he worries that you might hurt yourself real bad one day.

Besides that, he’s pretty nonchalant about it.

He never really catches you doing it around him, probably because he holds your hand all the time and he kinda pulls you around-

Until… Well…

A new bakery opened up beside Ristorante Six.

They had a rack of donuts on full display.

You jog after a very excited Beel, “W-Wait! Slow down! We’ll get all their donuts, don’t worry about it!” You yell, exasperated. Beel glanced back at you and his smile was wide on his face, “Okay. Here…” He crouches down and motions for you to climb on his back. You do so and before you could even hold onto him properly, he sprints off towards the bakery.

You two make it there in no time, you were surprised to see that there were really only 4 or 5 other people waiting to buy pastries so you leave Beel to wait in line while you browse their displays out at the front. You ooh’ed and ahh’ed at the mouth watering treats and you continued walking but you didn’t see the glass wall that separated the kitchen and the dining area and well… You step back and fall flat on your bottom, “O-Ow…” You groan. Beel was a little busy staring at the menu but he heard the soft bonk and your tiny whine in complaint. He looks over and sees you sitting on the floor with a hand on your nose and he immediately steps out of line and rushes to you, “(MC)? What happened?” Before you could reply you feel a cold liquid drip down your nose and stream down your chin. You had hit the glass pretty hard and your nose started bleeding from the impact. Beel leans down and picks you up and carries you like a baby, “I’ll sit you down here and get you some ice once I order. Here, take this tissue.” He hands you a piece of tissue,

“We’ll go home after I get the donuts.”

“Um… okay then, Beel!”

Belphegor:

Belphie wasn’t around for your first few months in the Devildom for… reasons.

And he didn’t really pay attention to your tiny habits because… he was too busy trying to kill you and all other humans… ._.

Yeah,,

So it took him a lot longer than all his brothers, including Beel, to realize that you were kind of blind to glass.

And Beel took months all on his own.

When he did realize it though, he was a real little shit about it.

He tries to always film you when he knows you’d probably run into doors or hit your head on a window-

He’s sent the family so many videos and photos that all the other brothers have started saving them into private folders on all their respective phones and well… let’s just call him the dealer of embarrassed (MC) content.

He absolutely loves teasing you- He thinks your embarrassment is the funniest type of entertainment he’d get in the Devildom.

He cares about you, yes, but do you know what he loves more? Teasing you.

He was lounging around in the common room of HoL, you were sitting on the floor by the coffee table, sorting through your homework.

He was half asleep, as usual, but he was in quite the teasing mood- more than usual, honestly.

He lazily glances down at you before he fishes his D.D.D out of his pocket.

Belphie stares down at your concentrated face, smiling slightly to himself when he sees your nose scrunch up at a particular phrase you ran into in the homework you were dealing with. Sure, Belphie could’ve gone to sleep but… He wanted to cause a little chaos before he slept for the next 8 hours. He unlocks his D.D.D and opens the camera app. He glances at the window before he glances back down to you; Clearing his throat, he fakes a gasp and starts recording, “(MC)! Look! It’s one of Satan’s unicorn familiars!”

He has never seen you whip your head around to look at him. Your mouth falls open as you practically throw your pen across the room. You scramble up to your feet, “Where?!” You ask. Belphie motions towards the window and you sprint across the room, “Oh! I think it walked away from the window…” He sighs. You glance around by the window before he hears a loud thud- You had bonked your head on a window-

“(MC)!” Belphie bursts out laughing and gets up. He walks over while he’s recording and he zooms into your face. “Belphie! You ass!” You whine, rubbing at your forehead.

“Why do I keep falling for this?! First, Lotan and now with Satan’s familiars?!”

“It’s not my fault you’re gullible- OW! What the heck was that for, MC?! Wait- My D.D.D!”

You throw a pillow at him and he drops his precious D.D.D. The screen cracked.

The devil may work hard, but karma works harder.

[hyunjilicious]

a helping hand [henry cavill]

A/n: No idea where this came from, and if you guess who the mysterious person mentioned in this fic is, I’ll give you a cookie. If not, you’ll have to wait until I write the second part!

Summary: you ask Henry to help you take some pictures for your onlyfans account KINKY 3.4k

Warnings: dirty talk, age gap, obsessed henry... stalker-ish?, innocence kink? is that a thing? well, henry has it in this fic, nudes, masturbating (both), cum play slight humiliation, daddy kink.. i think that’s all? It’s pretty tame :)

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"You're a good guy, right?" you asked, your words reaching Henry's ears as soon as you both passed the threshold into your apartment. 

He turned to look at you over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. "I'd like to think so, yes. Why?"

Ever since you moved in, he'd been glued to your side. The man that lived across the hall from you, although about 16 years older, turned out to be exactly what you needed in your life. He was polite beyond words, everyday willing to throw a helping hand to whoever needed it, built like a machine and with a sense of humour to match.

Every Saturday you went shopping together, and he would always insist on carrying your bags too, even though you'd take the car to the supermarket and rode the elevator up to your floor. He was the one who you paid with a beer to unclog your shower drain, and you were the one who ironed his shirts every time he needed it. Whenever he was out of town, Kal remained at your place, and whenever you were away from home, Henry came over and cooked in your kitchen, because apparently the window positioning in your apartment facilitated the smell getting out faster.

You had been the one who got him to shower and convinced him to eat after the so-called love of his life cheated on him, and he was the one who convinced you not to stop working on your degree when things got too difficult. He was everything to you. And that's why he was the one you decided to trust with this, too.

"I need some help with something-" you said, walking over into the kitchen, arms full of shopping bags.

"What is it?" 

"You wouldn't judge me, right?" 

"Of course not, darling" Henry laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head as he started helping you unpack.

"I need someone to take some pictures of me" you confessed, all of a sudden shy as hell. 

"Hm, ok" he nodded, ripping open a bag of lentil chips he forced you to buy. He urged you to take the first piece, and after you did, he dug in, eyes trained on yours as he waited for you to continue.

"Nudes-" you added and then saw him choke.

Red as a tomato, his eyes bulged out of their sockets as the chips got lodged in his throat. "What-" he coughed, shaking his head. "Nudes?"

"Yeah, well-" you added, taking a step back as you felt he needed the space. "I didn't know if you knew, but I have an onlyfans-"

Henry coughed again, finally placing the bag down. "Definitely did not know"

"Ok-" you laughed, "It's really good money"

"And you need me to…"

"Only if you're comfortable with it!" you jumped in. Hoping it would comfort him, you placed your hands on his biceps, your big eyes looking up into his. "I really trust you with this, but if you don't want to, it's absolutely no problem. I'll ask someone else"

Never in your life had you seen him so out of it. He seemed uncomfortable beyond words, his brows slightly furrowed as he processed your request. But there was no way in hell he'd ever decline such an offer, it just seemed too good to be true.

"I just didn't expect this, that's all" he chuckled, bending down to kiss your forehead. With his hand on the back of your neck, he gently prompted you to look up again. "Just tell me when"

"I mean" you breathed out, looking around. "Whenever you're free. We can do it now, if you wanna"

As his enthusiasm grew, so did his cock inside his suddenly too tight jeans. He couldn't help but grin, as pure lust became visible in the blue of his eyes. "Now it is"

"Thank you!!"

"No problem, darling"

Henry made himself busy around your kitchen, tidying up and placing the newly bought items in their designated place as you rushed to your room to get ready. Your make-up wasn't too extravagant, but the lingerie you picked out was nothing if not too perverse. Everything was visible through the thin material, your ass was completely exposed, and the thick rope you held in your hands was the cherry on top when it came to what Henry fantasised about every night.

"I feel weird" you laughed, stepping into the kitchen, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe.

"I'm sure you look absolutely beautiful" Henry shook his head, locking his phone and standing up. He walked over and when he reached you, you undid the knot and took the robe off, doing a childish pirouette to show him the full picture. 

"Good?"

"Really good" he sighed, closing his eyes from fear that his self control would crack any second. 

You both moved to the living room and the photo shoot began. Although stiff and self conscious at the beginning, you eventually let loose. For the next hour, you posed seductively for him - you touched yourself, moaned out loud in order to get the right expression, giggled innocently into the camera, stared at him with a ball gag in your mouth and it was only the beginning.

For the second part of the shoot, you moved to the bedroom. This was going to be much easier, since you wouldn't be facing the camera. You kneeled in front of the bed, bending over the mattress as Henry stood behind you, waiting for instructions.

"I'm not sure which angle works best..." you told him over your shoulder. "Can you try a few, and then we'll see which ones we like?"

"Sure thing" he chuckled and got to work.

It was weird, not being able to see him, but you remained there, patiently waiting for him to say something. The room was almost perfectly silent, only the faint music you felt on in the living room being audible. You were relaxed and calm, until you felt Henry's boot push your knees apart. You almost gasped, but then he pressed his hand to your lower back, pushing you further down into the mattress, before he grabbed your ass, lifting it up a bit.

"Much better" he stated, stepping back and resuming taking the pictures.

"Wow-" you breathed out, completely turned on by the stern way he handled your body. "Thank you"

"Absolutely no problem, doll"

And finally, for the last part of the shoot, you handed him the long, thick rope and an instructions manual, opened at page 23. "Can you tie my hands to the bedpost, please? Like it says here"

"This is the shit you kids are into, these days?" Henry laughed, sitting down next to you on the bed. 

As he worked on doing the knot, you stared at the patches of chest hair that were visible between the stained buttons of his shirt. "It's what gets the most views."

"But you don't like it?" 

"I do!" you nodded and then hissed out in pain as he tightened the knot too much. "I think it's hot, I wouldn't do this if I didn't like it"

He seemed pleased with your answer, only sending you a smile before he was finished tying you up. You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it.

"Yes, you look incredibly hot, if that's what you wanted to ask"

You burst into laughter. "Yep, thank you"

Next, you instructed him on how you wanted these pictures to look. The first ones were from the foot of the bed, so that your whole frame would be visible. You arched your back and bended your legs, curling your toes as you pushed your chest out. Even though you couldn't see Henry, his eyes burned your skin. His heavy breathing was audible behind the clicking of the camera, as he every now and then sent you a low grunt of approval.

The lewd sounds he was making had you extremely turned on, as if the way he stared at you wasn't already enough. 

For the last pictures you wanted to take, you asked him to come closer. "I want these directly from above. Get my chest and my hands in, that's all"

"Yep" he agreed, and then moved next to you, the mattress dipping as he settled beside you. Henry took a few pictures, but judging by the look on his face, he wasn't happy.

"What? Tell me" you pouted.

For a second, he looked around the room. You had no idea what he was looking for, and it wasn't as if you could help him while you were still tied to the bed. 

"Let's try something," Henry said, his words coming out more like a question. You nodded in approval and then his left hand found your chest, his fingers expertly undoing the front clasp of your bra. Your tits spilled out and sudden embarrassment creeped up your body, making your cheeks burn.

Your first instinct was to cover yourself with your hands, but your wrists were still tied to the bedpost, leaving you completely exposed. "Oh.." you whined, rubbing your thighs together as you looked at him for approval. Since this was how things were going to go, you at least wanted to look sexy.

"This ok?" Henry asked, his hand on your waist. It was the first time he touched you without a pretext that day, making your pussy all but cry out with need. 

"You tell me" 

"You have really nice tits" Henry grinned and then pushed himself up.

"Thank you…"

And you were completely done and wet for him now. He didn't even try and you were the one who whored around in front of him for an hour, but all you needed was probably a single touch and you'd cum, screaming his name. His massive cock painfully strained against his jeans inches away from your face as his frame towered over your naked chest, taking picture after picture.

"Act more innocent" 

"What?"

"Pout" Henry cleared. "And raise your eyebrows. Guys love that"

Or, in fact, he loved that. As soon as you followed his command, the atmosphere changed. He hid his face behind the phone in his hands, trying to mask his ungodly arousal. As if you couldn't see his cock, all but leaking inside his pants. 

And he did take a few more pictures, two or three, before, without another word, jumping off the bed and bolting from the room.

"What the-" you yelled, pulling on the rope. "Henry, what are you-" and then, you could have sworn you heard a door slam shut.

There was literally nothing you could do, bound naked to the bed. And as if the situation wasn't already messed up enough, the way he left you there, helpless and alone, made the pleasure inside your belly grow exponentially. Thigh rubbing did absolutely nothing to alleviate the pain, and no matter how much you squirmed around, you couldn't do anything else other than keep edging yourself.

You had no idea how much time passed before he returned, but when he walked back into the room, you couldn't have been happier. "Henry-" you whined, looking up at him. "What happened?"

"Nothing sorry" he shook his head. He looked terrified, afraid that you would hate him forever. "I'm sorry, I- heard my phone ring and I-"

It was the worst lie in all creation, but you didn't mind one bit. You weren't mad at all.

"That's ok" you smiled, "You could have told me, but it's fine"

"You're not mad?"

"I'm not" you said, "It comes with allowing some to tie you up, I guess"

"Oh shut up" he blushed, leaning over your body to finally undo the knot. "I'm sorry, but I gotta go now, I really have something to do"

"Yeah, sure, thank you so much, again" you sincerely said, rubbing your shoulders and enjoying the feeling of blood freely coursing through your arms again as you followed him to the door. 

Before hugging him goodbye, you clasped your bra back on, and then moved behind the door so no prying eyes of any neighbour that might pass by could land on you. 

"Wanna come over later?" Henry asked as he walked out of your apartment, "Grab a beer or something?"

"Yeah, sure" you smiled, butterflies in your stomach as you so wanted to ask for another favour. "I-" you muttered before you stopped, shaking your head. "Nevermind"

"Everything ok?" Henry frowned, extending a hand to you. "Tell me"

"It's nothing"

"Come on"

"We'll talk later today, ok?" you asked, hoping you'd gather more confidence until then. He agreed and you went your separate ways. 

Oh and how grateful he was you did. Henry barged into his home, slamming the door shut and locking it in a haze. He stumbled to the bathroom, feeling intoxicated. It was as if the last time he actually managed to get a breath of fresh air was before you asked him to take your pictures. He felt suffocated and attacked. He had you naked in front of him, moaning and doing your best to look confident and seductive, yet he couldn't touch you. Couldn't place his greedy hands on that sweet body of yours, on the body he so often dreamed of ruining. 

Ever since you moved in, you consumed him. You plagued his dreams and whitened his nights. The sweet college girl that didn't know how to change a light-bulb, the one he dreamed of fucking until she cried, was displaying her body on the Internet for strangers to see. He was enraged and incredibly turned on.

About 5 minutes ago, he had stormed out of your room, running to the bathroom to release the fucking pain that tormented his cock. It took him about a couple of minutes of rubbing himself to finish, yet that wasn't enough. As soon as he was alone again, he hopped into the shower, placing himself right under the stream of ice cold water.

It steamed off of him. He was still under your spell, breathing heavily and cursing under his breath. "Holy shit, baby girl" he muttered into the empty bathroom, one hand against the marble wall in front of him. He bowed his head, the water pouring down his face as he thought of you, and the way you touched yourself in front of him. He remembered the smile on your lips when he returned to you, tied to the bed and eager to see him again. His cock fucking twitched at the thought. 

A few painful strokes later and he was cumming again, your name on his lips as his seed left his tip, wasting away down the drain. The shower was completely useless. He felt as filthy as ever.

Henry grabbed himself a beer and opened his laptop, unwilling to let you go. He wasn't an expert when it came to social media and about an hour passed until he gave up trying to find your account. You didn't want to be found and he respected that. Or…

As he scrolled through the apps on his phone, he remembered. 'bbdoggydoll28iwon, I use that password everywhere [...] no, I won't change it [...] I trust you won't hack my Instagram, Henry, shut up'

Oh, and hacked it, he did. He couldn't have cared less about your chats, but he 'ctrl+F'ed his way through all of them, until he stumbled upon a conversation with your best friend, where you discussed different possible names for your onlyfans account. He prayed with all his being, to all the deities he knew, that you hadn't changed and your mind and that you used the one you settled on with your friend. And when he checked the account and saw your cute, little smile in the profile picture, he almost orgasmed again.

Firstly, he tried to log in, but for this, you created another password. Henry didn't even think twice before making a fake email and typing in a random name, as he created himself an account. He pulled his credit card out, fingers sweating as he added in his credentials. And then there you were. 

He couldn't believe his eyes. A month's worth of content, right before his eyes. The last post, made 23 hours ago, was a selfie taken in the bathtub. Foam covered most of your body, but not your tits as you playfully blew bubbles around. "Oh fuck…" Henry groaned, palming himself through his underwear.

He took another sip of beer and scrolled further down. Every post alone was able to blow his mind, but when he came across a video of you getting yourself off, he thought he reached heaven.

Your legs spread apart as your fingers toyed around your clit in circular motions, your toes wiggling with pleasure, your tits, naked and bouncing and you softly rocked your body - he was done. He connected his headphones, willing to believe he could be the only one to hear your innocent whimpers and moans. His hand found his cock without him having to tear his eyes away from the screen. 

"I wish you were here-" you cried out in the video, and he lost it. "I wish you could stuff me, Daddy. I'm needy and alone… please-"

"Jesus Chris, y/n" he breathed, throwing his head back as he bucked his hips, thinking of how sweet your pussy would feel while being stretched to the extreme. 

"... I know you want to fuck me, Daddy…" 

"Course I do, baby girl" Henry grunted, completely sucked in and mesmerised by you.

"Pull my hair-" you whined, before moaning.

"I'd pull your hair until you cried, my baby." Henry moaned. 

"... I wanna be yours… I wish you owned me…"

And then he couldn't anymore. He drowned out all noises and his vision became a blur, another orgasm surging through his body as he thought of you. When he finished, he looked down. His cum had gotten everywhere, on his muscular thighs and on his shirt, but most of it was on his fingers. Normally, he'd wipe it in the blink of an eye, but not now. He stopped and contemplated for a while, imagining how it would feel to coat your lips with his seed. How he wished he could see your pretty face covered in his cum. 

His whole afternoon turned out to be a haze. He didn't eat anything, just downed a couple beers and watched everything you ever posted. Over and over again. It was already dark out by the time he stood up from his desk, discarding his headphones and plopping down on the bed, no care in the world as Sunday would soon roll around. 

He had no idea when he woke up. But he felt rested and desperate to find an excuse to see you again. Henry went and searched for his phone, his heart nearly stopping when he saw 5 texts from you and 3 missed calls. 

*one missed call*

'What about that beer?'

'Henry?'

'I'm bored… I'll watch a movie until you answer, you always leave your phone in the bathroom smh'

*2 missed calls*

'Oh lmao sorry'

'I just knocked on your door but you weren't there. You're probably out. Call me whenever you waaant 😘'

How could he forget?! He stood you up, and then still, you were so sweet to him. Deciding to give himself some time to properly wake up before reaching out, he stumbled to his computer. His intention was to check his emails, as he always did every morning, but this time, his screen lit up exactly where he left it the previous night, on your onlyfans page. 

He was ready to switch the tabs and go on with his day, when something caught his eye. A post, made at 3:42am. His blood boiled as he saw the picture, the thumbnail for your next video - you, bent over some strangers lap, a short school girl skirt hiked up your hips.

"Hi guys!!!! I have many surprises in store for the upcoming days!!! Thanks to a sweet friend of mine, I have some semi-professional pics for you, so you can take a break from my lame selfies 😂. Another thing for you guys to look forward to is a video that I almost didn't film because said friend wasn't available, buuuuuut someone else came through at the last second, and it's by far my most requested post ever. I love you guys, thank you for all your support!!!! Stay tuned. I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up, and post it by tomorrow night. Kisses!"

Needless to say, Henry saw red.