#lovebug. and sad. and then lovebug again

[loetise]

📞

receive a drunk phone call from my muse, accepting.  ˎˊ˗

                “  hiiiiii  lukie  …  ”  she  draws  shapes  in  the  grass,  middle  of  nowhere  and  so,  so  delightful.  half  of  her  face  squished  up  against  her  arm,  and  she  feels  almost  sad.  was  it  sad?  it  felt  sad.  which  was  weird.  because  she  loves  luke.  “  i  miss  you,  like,  way  forever!  i  wish  i-  i  wish  you  had  come  with  me.  i  knowwww  you’re,  like,  so  busy  doin’  smart  stuff,  tonight,  but  you  always  keep  me-  keep  me  …  ”    her  attention  falls  away,  tumbling  into  clouds  and  bounces  around.    “  i  hooked  up  with  this  guy!  he  was,  like,  way  nice,  and  he  reminded  me  of  you.  like,  so  super  sweet  and  cute  and-  and-  and  smart!  ‘cept  …  i  can’t-  i  can’t  really  ‘member  it.  like,  any  of  it.  it’s  weird,  ‘cause  i  feel  so  lonely,  but  i’ve  been-  been  with  people,  like,  all  day!  and  i  like  it.  i’m  so-  i’m  so  weird.  i  wish  i  could  be  normal,  all  i  want  is  to  be  normal.  i  wish  i  could  feel  safe  and  happy,  like  i'm  supposed  to!  i  always  feel-  i  always  feel  safe  and  happy  with  you,  but-  but,  like,  also  i  ...  you  make  me  ...  think  lots.  it's  different.  i  love  you,  i  love  you,  i  love  you!  ”

[seiwas]

my bf just told me i look like dahyun from twice and the way i went ‘really? 🥹’

[venusbyline]

Tears ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 10, oct.

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fiancée!reader

— type: smut, Kinktober (House of the Dragon Edition)

— kink: nipple play + cockwarming

— summary: Jacaerys had a perfect betrothal with his younger sister. But everything changed when you found out about his past affair with Cregan Stark's half-sister.

— word count: 798

— tags/warnings: kinktober 10th day, Targcest/Velaryon Incest (older brother/younger sister), Targaryen/Velaryon!reader, Rhaenyra and Harwin's daughter!reader, nipple play, cockwarming, punishment, degradation, past infidelity, choking kink, loss of virginity, curse words, dacryphilia, crying, masturbation, sadism, sub!Jacaerys, dom!reader, Cregan Stark mentioned, minor Jacaerys Velaryon x Sara Stark, porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @baybaybear1 @blessedbymoon @p45510n4f4shi0n @lina-lovebug @moonnicole

— crossposting: AO3

You were on top of Jacaerys for hours. You were on top of him, without riding, without making any movement, your focus being solely on reading a random parchment that your Mother had asked you to give to your Stepfather Daemon later.

Your body had been still for so long that you could feel your thighs starting to go numb. But you were not bothered at all. The discomfort in your calves was worth it when you could hear the pathetic little noises coming from Jacaerys' lips. The lack of action was making him panic, his thick cock becoming more and more painful inside your warm tight cunt.

Before all this, he pictured several ways of what it would be like to take your virginity. How you would look when he thrust himself inside you, when a little amount of your blood dripped onto the sheets, when you looked at him wide-eyed and scared as he began to fuck you faster. He pictured your moans resounding through the chambers.

Jacaerys pictured so much action and so many sounds. And now he was receiving only your stillness and almost lack of interest. He knew you were doing it on purpose, not allowing him the satisfaction of turning yourself into a mess just for him.

Jacaerys knew why you were keeping his cock inside you, even though you were not riding him, just focused on any other task. And he knew how much he deserved all that.

If only he had not betrayed your trust and slept with Sara Snow...

"My love, please..." Jace begged, trying to lift his hips up to get a little more friction between your bodies. "P-please..."

Your hands went straight to his thick and muscular thighs, pinning his body to the mattress and preventing Jacaerys from continuing his efforts to thrust inside you.

"Stop moaning like a stupid whore." You growled, throwing the parchment to the floor and looking at him with disgust, your dark hair like his, but long covering your breasts. "That's what you learned during your stay at Winterfell, was not it? Besides how to warm your face between the full breasts of northerners women..."

Jacaerys closed his eyes, a mixture of embarrassment and also lust. He did not want to get more horny when he remembered the nights with Sara, but it was impossible when you brought up his infidelity during the act. Or a near-act.

The way his cock twitched and pulsed within your walls did not go unnoticed by you. That made you angrier than you already were, your hand moving up to his bare chest below yours, taking the small, soft and almost flat nipple between your thumb and index finger, squeezing it and earning a startled cry from Jacaerys.

"F-fuck!" He whimpered, trying to push your hand away from his chest, but your hand gripped his neck before he could push you away, his cock pulsing again as you caressed his sensitive nipple and applied pressure to his throat at the same time.

"You dare think about another woman while you are inside my cunt?" Your growl made him close his eyes again and whimper, before looking at you with a sad pout on his pretty lips.

"I am not thinking about anyone else, I swear this to you..." It was not a complete truth and you knew it. You frowned and leaned over, making the slightest movement on top of him so you could face his chest, removing the grip on his throat so you could focus your attention on licking the nipple that was not being caressed by your fingertips. "Oh, Seven Hells..."

Jacaerys hated himself in that instant. He hated himself for cheating on you. He hated himself for letting rumors fly so fast across Westeros. He hated himself for being interested in Cregan Stark's half-sister while he already had a perfect betrothal with a perfect fiancée waiting for him in Dragonstone. He even hated himself for being so horny while you were humiliating him, even though he deserved every second of everything you wanted to do to him

"I am so sorry, my love..." Jacaerys moaned, looking at you with eyes filled with crystal clear tears. You stopped for a while, watching his handsome face and ran your tongue over the other sore rosy nipple, nibbling with little pressure before lifting yourself up, rubbing your own clit so that Jacaerys could feel your cunt crushing him.

"I know you are." You mumbled half-heartedly, before smiling sarcastically at your fiancé and older brother, your gaze so bitter that he had to take a deep breath, understanding that not even the fact that he was the heir could free him from your anger and resentment. Jacaerys knew he was lost and depended on your mercy.

[fujoshirat]

Heyy😇 i have a request (if you don’t want to do it it’s fine don’t respond) can you do like shoto x reader having fun and someone forgot to lock the door and one of their kids burst into the room

Thank you so much for the request! When I first read it, it made me laugh, so I hope you enjoy this too!! (>w</)

Warnings: A18+, cursing/curse words, sex, Shouto's a little shit

It was almost midnight. The house was quiet, the hallway dark, and the bedroom door lock... long forgotten.

You hadn’t meant to leave it unlocked. Honestly, you weren’t even thinking about it—not when Shouto had kissed you like that. Not when his hands had held you like that. Not when his voice had dropped low and reverent as he whispered, “You’re beautiful. I missed you so much.”

It had been over a year since the two of you had time for intimacy with each other. Between late-stage pregnancy, giving birth to little Hana, your husband's late night patrol, and the endless cycle of diapers, feeding, and sleep-deprived parenting—you and your husband hadn’t had a single moment to just be with each other like this.

You’d both been patient, gentle, focused on raising your kids and letting your body heal. Yes, all five of them. But now...

Each of the five sweethearts were asleep in their little beds, surely busy dreaming sweet dreams.

Meanwhile, you and your husband were making quick work of each other’s clothes.

“You sure?” Shouto asked softly, thumb brushing just under the hem of your shirt. “We don’t have to rush anything.”

“I want you,” you whispered, cupping his cheek. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

His breath hitched like you’d knocked the air out of him.

That was how you ended up here—lips bruised, breath ragged, clothes tossed on the floor. The warmth of his skin pressed to yours for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. Every graze of his mouth was patient and worshipful, like he was rediscovering every part of you.

“God, it’s been too long since I’ve had you all to myself.”

“And now I get to remind this pussy who’s own it really is.”

It’s hot and steamy, skin slapping skin, hands twirling and gliding and dancing, exploring each other’s bodies once again when—

CREAK——

Shit.

Both you and your husband’s eyes widen, Shouto’s hands scrambling for the blanket to cover the two of you.

“Mama?” sniffle

A very cute and innocent angel opens the door to a not very cute and innocent scene. It’s Yuuri, the toddler clutching his blanket with one hand and rubbing his teary eyes with the other.

Crap! We forgot to lock the door!

Shouto’s cock still hard and fully sheathed in you, you offer your sweet child a shaky smile. “Yuu-kun, what’s wrong, lovebug?”

“B-bad dweam-and!” hic!

Without warning, Shouto rolls his hips into you. You bite back a moan and glare at your husband. I know what you’re doing, bastard, you mouth at him. Shouto simply responds with a shrug and a slight upturn curve of his lips.

You resist the urge to wiggle off his manhood and punt your husband across the room as you try to focus on the very distressed (and very oblivious) child still standing in the doorway.

“Come here, sweetheart,” you coo at Yuuri, trying to sound as unaffected as possible despite literally being impaled by your cheeky husband. “Mama and Papa were just—um—getting ready for bed.”

Yuuri sniffles again, toddling over with his blanket dragging behind him like a sad little cape. He's closer now, dangerously close to the bed.

Shouto clears his throat and shifts again—on purpose. You nearly throw hands.

“Papa’s got you, little man,” Shouto says, baritone voice a little too breathy as he reaches out with one hand to ruffle Yuuri’s hair.

“NO!” you whisper-shout at him, eyes wide. “You’re not picking him up like this!”

Yuuri, climbing onto the bed like a sleepy little koala: “Yuu-kun sleep here?”

You want to scream. Or cry. Or both. Instead, you smile, teeth clenched, and whisper through your still-burning lungs, “Of course, baby.”

And that’s how you ended up with your child cuddled between you and your naked husband, who is still smugly hard, arms draped over both of you, whispering into your ear, “Round two when he falls asleep?”

You elbow him in the ribs. He deserved it.

TYSM anon for your support and I hope this was what you were looking for!! ( ´ ▽ ` )♡

[princesseilish]

Heyy babyy, been missing u and I have a request that i've been thinking about actually and you're the only person that came to mind. (Always thinkin about u)

Probably Billie saying goodbye for the tour and reassuring her daughter or probably y/n leaving to run some errands and having Billie all the responsibility with the two kids.

You choose cause I can't make up my mind actually :/

(imissyousomuch and iloveyouwifey💋)

LULLABY

Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Warnings: crying, fluff, no use of cursing, that’s it? i think?

Synopsis: Billie is leaving for her first show, for tour, and she has never been away from her daughter for that long

A/N: Hii my love, i miss you too, like more than you’ll ever know

The night before Billie left for her Hit Me Hard and Soft tour, Rosie was inconsolable. The little girl, usually so full of energy and speaking in hyperbole, was now a sobbing mess, clinging to Billie like her life depended on it.

“Mommy, don’t go,” she hiccupped, her tiny hands gripping Billie’s hoodie, refusing to let go.

Billie, sitting on the edge of their bed with Rosie in her lap, sighed softly and kissed the top of her daughter’s head. “Bug, you know I have to, but I promise I’ll call you all the time, okay? And I’ll be home before you even know it.”

Rosie wasn’t convinced. Her big brown eyes, already puffy from crying, welled up again as she buried her face into Billie’s chest. “But—but what if I miss you too much?”

Y/n, sitting beside them, gently rubbed Rosie’s back. “You’re gonna miss Mommy, and that’s okay, baby. But I’ll be here, and we’ll do fun things while she’s away. And she will call us every day.”

Rosie sniffled. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Y/n and Billie shared a look. It had been a while since Rosie crawled into their bed—she was getting older, becoming more independent. But tonight? Tonight, she needed them.

“Of course, bug,” Billie murmured, lifting Rosie up and laying her between them.

That night, Billie softly hummed a lullaby, just like she had since Rosie was a baby. It was second nature at this point—the soft, familiar tune drifting through the dark room, soothing her little girl into sleep. Y/n watched as Rosie finally calmed, her little hands tucked under Billie’s hoodie.

But now, Billie was gone. She had already played a few shows, and it had been two weeks since she left for Québec. And ever since then, Rosie had been… off.

At first, y/n thought it was just normal separation sadness. But then she started noticing the signs—Rosie was restless, struggling to fall asleep, waking up in the middle of the night and wandering into y/n’s room with tired, teary eyes.

And then, one night, when y/n walked by Rosie’s room, she found her daughter curled up in bed, her little lip trembling, eyes squeezed shut.

“Baby?” y/n whispered, kneeling beside the bed.

Rosie peeked one eye open, barely holding back her tears.

“What’s wrong, lovebug?”

Rosie hesitated before whispering, “I can’t sleep, Mommy. I can’t… without Mommy’s song.”

And that’s when it hit y/n—Billie’s lullaby. It had been part of Rosie’s nighttime routine for years, and now, without it, she couldn’t settle.

Y/n felt a pang of guilt. She hadn’t realized how much Rosie needed it.

She sat on the bed, brushing Rosie’s curls back. “Baby… why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Rosie’s tiny hands played with the edge of her blanket. “Didn’t wanna make you sad.”

Y/n’s heart broke.

“Oh, my love,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “she would never want you to go without your lullaby, okay?”

Rosie sniffled. “But she’s busy.”

Y/n didn’t hesitate. She grabbed her phone and quickly dialed Billie, praying she wasn’t too caught up in something.

It only rang twice before Billie’s tired but warm voice came through.

“Hey, baby.”

Y/n sighed in relief. “Hey, love. Are you busy?”

“Not really, just chilling after soundcheck. Everything okay?”

Y/n turned to Rosie, who was already scooting closer to the phone. “Bug, someone wants to talk to you.”

Rosie hesitated before whispering, “Mommy?”

Billie’s voice immediately softened. “Hi, bug.”

And just like that, the dam broke. Rosie’s little lip quivered as she curled into y/n’s lap, gripping the phone with her small hands.

“I miss you,” she whimpered.

Billie let out a soft breath. “Oh, baby, I miss you so much too.”

Rosie sniffled. “I can’t sleep.”

Y/n heard Billie shift on the other end, as if sitting up straighter. “You can’t?”

Rosie shook her head before realizing Billie couldn’t see her. “No. I need Mommy’s song.”

There was a brief pause, then Billie’s voice came through, gentle and soothing.

“You want me to sing it for you, bug?”

“Please,” Rosie whispered.

And without hesitation, Billie started humming the lullaby. The same tune she had sung to Rosie since she was a baby.

Y/n watched as Rosie’s body slowly relaxed, her tiny fingers loosening their grip on the phone. Her breathing evened out, her eyelashes fluttering as sleep finally took over.

Billie kept humming, even after Rosie had drifted off completely.

Y/n brought the phone back to her ear, keeping her voice low. “Thank you, baby.”

Billie sighed. “I hate being away from her.”

“I know,” y/n whispered. “She loves you so much.”

Billie was quiet for a moment before she said, “I’ll record it. The lullaby. So if she needs it again, she won’t have to wait for me.”

Y/n smiled, warmth spreading through her chest. “She’d love that.”

They stayed on the phone for a little while longer, Billie listening to Rosie’s soft, steady breathing.

And even though she was miles away, in a different city, in a different time zone—Billie was still right there where she belonged.

[b-lossm]

•+*Forevers a long time*+•

Vi (arcane) x reader [angst-> comfort kinda..]

synopsis: Vi visits your new home before her big mission..

SEASON 2 SPOILERS KINDA!!!!

This is hard; fathoming the possibility that this may be the last time she sees you, its hard.

Vi tries her best to put up her brave walls again but when she hears your breath getting caught in your throat she realizes that its pointless "H-Hey this isn't goodbye" she says while haphazardly wiping your tears, trying to wipe her own as well, she knows that she might be lying, but for your sake she cant believe that too.

"B--But--" you start "No, I will come back, not in a box, okay?" she tries to reassure you through her shaky words wrapping her arms around you to bring you down "Vi d--don't even say that don't say that I wasn't trying to bring it up but--" hic "You cant leave, no, not right now, everything was going good before the explosion, you cant" you ramble on about how you two where finally gonna have a good life together, how her impatient self waited so long to get out of Stillwater to have a good life with you and now this? She quickly shuts you up with a soft kiss to bring you down.

"Hey--Hey Y/n breathe, breath Lovebug" she attempts to calm you down by tracing shapes into your side and kissing your cheeks, something that always works "I know, I don't like waiting for anything and we finally got here, but to make sure we keep everything we worked for I have to go, its only gonna be for a week ok and the---" you cut her off "Yeah a week where you might die!" she sighs, your right, your almost always right "Yeah, I know" she starts, pausing her motion for a split second, contemplating her life "Lovebug, you gotta understand that even if I do die, its for the greater cause, plus you know Cait, she doesn't miss, and you know me! I don't miss.. well most of the time" she chuckles while planting kisses all over your face and hairline.

When she finally gets you too stop crying she holds your hand "Tell you what.." she starts "When I come back, I'll get you that pretty promise ring you always wanted hm?" your mouth runs dry "Really Vi..?" you ask while your face flushes red "mhm' really, then I'll be yours forever, well until I really propose" she looks into your eyes, the color soothes her, it always does. You shake your head while smiling sadly "Well m' gonna hold it to you Vi, forever's a long time and I need you for that so you better come back" you say bittersweetly, still coping with the idea that your girlfriend might not come back.

"I want you to pinky promise that you'll come back Violet" 'Oh shit', she thinks you used her real name, She smiles and holds up her pinky “If I don't come back I want you too cut my pinky off for the funeral" she jokes as you interlock your fingers and lock it in with your thumbs "M' serious Vi, I need you here.. a lot of us do" you smile shyly "yeah I know" she says with a cocky smirk

Afterwards you two headed to bed and had hot and sad sesbian lex

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The day after you where a mess.

You got dressed and got her ready to go "Go get her Vi, I'm sorry that its her that you have to get.." you say sadly, reminiscing on the times you and Vi hung out with powder, the times that you wanted the small girl to cherish. "She's gone Y/n, m' sorry but she is, I think I'll be ok." she takes a deep breath, realizing that in a way she's become something she never wanted to be "I know, just, be careful.." You say while admiring your tall girlfriend in the mirror thinking its weird how she's wearing the enforcer uniform, then you hear Caitlyn's knock at the door.

"I guess this is it then.." she starts but you quickly shut her down "No, we where sad yesterday, today your gonna go be the only cool ass enforcer and your gonna get her. Then your gonna come back to me like you promised" You say, determined to lighten the mood, She quickly pulls you into a deep kiss, its a goodbye kiss you know it is, but it doesn't matter to you anymore.

"Bye--Bye Vi, I'll hold up the fort while your gone"

"Bye Lovebug, I'll see you in a week"

you watch them as they leave, Vi looking back too see if you where still looking as many times as she can to make sure she can remember your face.

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A/n

Season 2 brings me so much sorrow I made a playlist :(

This was supposed to be like Japanese Denim by Daniel Ceaser but it didnt really come through, I'll def make a fic based off of it more in the future though.

also why is there a Vi fanfic drought????, someone pls send me some, not alot of smut tho because there is so much.

[wintfleur]

hi lovebug!!! congratulations on 1k! the most deserving person ever, i'm truly blown away by all of your works!!

i cannot stop thinking about the "[ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends" prompt from the last list (🌷) with lando ofc! like i can totally see him just waltzing up to you, a little bit guilty after a silly argument, and placing a kiss on ur lips as a truce 🥹

again, congratulations on 1k, and here's to many more! i love love love you!! <33

౨ৎ your lips, my lips.

﹕─┈ pairings ( Lando norris x female! reader )

°. — details ( g; angsty, fluffy. w; kissing, I think that’s all. wc; 1.9k )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( HI MY LOVE !!! tysm lovely, it means so much coming from you !!! Im sending you the biggest hug and smooch ever !! You should be receiving it soon mhm 💌 I really hope you enjoy it !!! so sorry it took so long for me to get out, I wanted to post it after a race and on my birthday !!! Please don’t be silent readers mwah ! )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( HE WON FOR MY BDAY !!! )

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“He’s just being nice” Lily spoke loud enough so you could hear over the loud music that bounced off the walls of the club they were spending their night at. She placed her hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze as she watched you look at your boyfriend from afar, a sad and disappointed look in your eyes. 

Lily tilts her head to look at her own boyfriend who sat next to her in the booth they had for the night, he was leaning back and sipping on his alcoholic beverage. Lily nudged his knee under the table with hers, motioning her head towards you once he turned his gaze to her. Oscar gets the memo, and he clears his throat and sets his glass down on the table, giving you an awkward smile when you turn your head to look at him “Yeah you know Lando, he loves talking to his fans.” 

Your heart drops and a frown quickly forms on your lips at oscars words. You look back to your boyfriend, he was standing near the bar, surrounded by 3 girls. They had come up to the two of you while you waited for your new drink, and you could tell that they were big fans of his as they went on and on about him . . . completely ignoring your presence and leaving you standing there uncomfortably with a fake smile on your lips. 

You look down at your lap where you had your hands folded on, your eyes lingering on the shiny ring lando had gotten you for your anniversary. Lando had always made it clear that you were the only one for him, the only one he loves, but you can't help but feel insecure when tons of beautiful girls come up to lando, fans or not. Oscar's words did not help. 

Lily furrows her perfect eyebrows and slaps Oscar's thigh, giving him a look of disbelief at his choice of words. Oscar winces and gives the two girls a sorry smile. “Men am I right?” lily giggled as she nudged her shoulder with yours, and for the first time since the beginning of the night, you had a genuine smile on your face, tilting your head back as you joined lily in laughter. Oscar playfully rolled his eyes, but nonetheless joined the two girls in laughter. 

“What's so funny?” Lando asked the laughing trio as he slid into the booth right next to you, his arm moving to rest on the booth edge behind you. Lando had a happy smile on his lips as he watched you laugh, you always looked so carefree whenever you laugh, and it was by far his favorite sound. 

“Oh! Just Oscar being an idiot” Lily answered for you, giving Lando a small smile before looking back at you. You were looking down at your lap, acting as if your painted nails were more interesting than anything, Lily is your best friend, she could see that you had gotten in your own head with negative thoughts. 

“Oh, so nothing new '' Lando chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly tracing random shapes on your shoulder. Oscar rolled his eyes but laughed at Lando's words, of course he was going to take the chance to tease him like always. “Wow” 

Lily brings her hand up to cover her mouth, and you would think she was an award-winning actress with the perfect fake yawn she let out, at the same time she was gently kicking Oscar under the table, giving him the side eye. Lily wasn't really tired, in all honesty she could go a couple more hours before wanting to go home . . . but you, her best friend, wanted to go home.

This time Oscar doesn't say something stupid and instead he makes up some stupid excuse that they have to wake up early in the morning, the two of them already tired from a long day. And before they all knew it, they were standing outside of the club, Oscar and Lando giving each other a bro hug while you and Lily had a hug of your own. Lily whispering sweet reassuring words in your ear before getting in the uber with her boyfriend. A sigh leaving your lips as you watched them go. 

Lando could tell something was wrong, it was obvious with the way you were acting ever since you got in the uber. You weren't curled up on his side, excitedly talking about everything that happened tonight, like you always do. Instead, you sat by the door, resting your head against the cold window as you looked out at all the lights and buildings you passed by. 

The silence was loud . . . in the uber, the walk through the hotel, the elevator ride, it was all silent and it was driving him crazy. Lando locked their hotel room behind him as they walked into the large room, a sigh leaving his lips as he watched you immediately go into the bathroom to change. The hotel room was already filled with tension as you closed the door loudly, it wasn't a slam . . . but it proved to him that you weren't happy. 

He lets out another sigh as he drops his phone, wallet and watch on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed. Dropping his face in his hands while his elbows rested on his knees, his mind racking through ideas on why you would be upset with him. But he honestly couldn't think of anything, it was a great night . . . until it wasn't, and he had no idea why. 

He sat in the same spot for a few minutes, his thoughts all of you, until he got up with a sigh and made his way to his luggage, decided to get ready for bed. He knew you would be in there a while getting unready from the night out and getting ready for bed, and plus you were upset with him . . . you were gonna make him wait while you took your sweet time. 

Lando was pulling down the blanket of the neatly made bed, already dressed for bed when you came out of the bathroom. You were dressed for bed, and you didn't even look at your boyfriend, who paused his movement to watch as you leaned down to put your clothes neatly into your suitcase. Your shoulders tense and your eyes tired. 

“Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?” Lando asked as he broke the silence of the dimly lit hotel room, for a moment you paused your actions, but you quickly continued to close your suitcase, you didn't want to think of it anymore. You were tired, emotionally and physically. 

You got up and made your way to your side of the bed, carefully setting your jewelry on the bedside table, along with your phone. You could feel his heavy gaze on your back as he got up from the bed, desperate for your answer. An answer you weren't ready to give. “I don't want to talk about it lando” 

“Well too bad because I do” Lando groans as he gently grabs your arm and slowly turns you around to face him Lando looks down at you and a frown forms on his lips at the upset look on your face, this time he speaks softer “You know i can't stand it when you're upset with me, So please . . . What did I do?” 

“Of course you wouldn't notice, you were too busy with that group of fawning girls” you rolled your eyes as you pulled your arm out of your boyfriends hold, crossing your arms and looking out at the floor to ceiling window that gave a beautiful view of the city. You didn't want to look at him, to let him see how much you were letting this affect you. 

“Is that what this is about? Those girls?” he asked, and your silence was a perfect enough answer for him. He tries to remember everything that happened when the small group of girls came up to them, and he feels like an idiot and a dick when he recalls how he gave them all his attention and the obviously fake smile you gave him before leaving. 

“Baby” Lando muttered sadly; his eyes softened as he thought about how you must have felt. His hands traveled slowly up your arms and rested on your tense shoulders. You let out an annoyed huff, masking the insecurity you felt with annoyance. God it was embarrassing, Lando never did anything to make you think he wouldn't be faithful . . . and yet that insecurity never left. “Lando please i don't want to ta⸺ “ 

A sound of surprise leaves your lips at the sudden interruption and the feeling of his soft lips on yours. Your eyes quickly shut, and you couldn't help but lean into his soft hold on your face. Slow, but passionate kisses like this always took your breath away, your lips moved in tandem. It wasn't fair how quick your mind blanked whenever he kissed you, all your thoughts before would vanish and all you could focus on was him. 

Lando reluctantly pulled away from the kiss “You don't have to talk, just listen” He whispered breathlessly against your lips, still gently holding your face. You flutter your eyes open and nod softly, it was like he kissed all your words away. There was a small part of you that wanted to push him away and shout at him for distracting you, but you were weak to his charms. 

“You have every right to be upset with me darling, I shouldn't have done that . . . I’m sorry I made you feel like you're not important to me, because you are. Ever since I met you, you have been the most important person in my life” Lando didn't break eye contact once, as he poured his heart out to you. Before you, he had trouble talking about his feelings, it was scary showing that intimate and sincere part.

 But he had no fear when he was with you, and he didn't want you to have any either. 

“But my heart only has room for one girl, and she happens to be the funniest, prettiest, most intelligent woman I know . . . you” every compliment he gave you, he pulled you closer to him, you were basically flush against him, and you hoped he couldn't hear or feel your loud heartbeat. Little did you know that his heartbeat was just as fast as yours. 

“Lando” you whispered, the tears in your waterline almost overflowing and rolling down your cheeks as you looked up at him. You had so many things you wanted to say, but nothing could come out, all you could do is look at him with love in your eyes. God he couldn't take his eyes off of you, even with tears in your eyes you were still the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. The city lights coming from the window made you glow. 

“Let me show you how beautiful you are” he whispered, his hands slipped under your sleep shirt and his fingers caressed the soft skin of your hips, pressing your hips flush against him. You were sure he could hear your heartbeat now. He leaned down to place a trail of soft kisses up your neck. Placing a longer kiss under your ear before whispering huskily 

“Let me show you how much i love you.”

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Hey! So this is like a goofy requested like idek. So basically I've been watching coming home videos of people in the army and don't even ask why lmao but everytime they make my heart burst! 😭

It gave me the idea of a billie x reader fanfic. The reader is in the army and has been away for a few months now. We told billie we aren't going to be home as soon as we thought, and of course billie is really upset, but what she doesn't know is that actually we are coming home early to surprise her! Her family is in on it and helps us surprise her, and she gives us the most adorable reaction possible.

Sorry if this sounds stupid. In my head, this sounds alot lot better, I promise 😭

anon i love this idea, thank you for your request !!

SWEET RETURN | b. eilish.

you could hear the laced disappointment in billie’s voice through the phone, even though she was trying her best to mask it. the sound of her pouting made your heart shatter, though she had no idea what was coming to her, for the better.

“so… not until next month?” she asked you, her tone light, but you knew her well enough to catch the sadness hiding behind her words.

“yeah,” you replied, swallowing the lump in your throat, “things got delayed here. they need me to stay a little longer. i’m so sorry, babe. i wish i could come home earlier.”

there was silence on the other end for a moment, followed by a quiet sigh. you hear her shuffle within the covers of your bed, “it’s okay. i get it. i just… i really miss you, y’know? the house feels so empty without you. i miss my wife.”

“i know,” you said, your chest tightening at her words. you had missed her so damn badly— and your excitement to see her again was almost too much to contain. “i miss you too, so much. but i promise, as soon as i’m back, we’ll make up for all this time apart, okay?”

billie let out a small, shaky laugh. you can hear her sniffles, “okay, my love. m’getting a little sleepy, so i’ll talk to you later.”

“okay,” you said, grinning widely, even though she couldn’t see you. “only a little longer, okay? then i’ll get to see my beautiful wife.”

you can practically hear her smile through her voice, “m’kay. i know you’ve got shit to do, so i can’t be too upset. but i love you, okay? have a good night.”

“i love you too,” you said, your voice soft, honey dripping from your tone, “more than anything.”

you hang up the phone, almost unable to conceal your excitement. what billie didn’t know was that you were already on your way home, ready to see her and attack her with hugs and kisses, ready to see her surprised expression when she sees you.

────୨ৎ────

two days post phone call, you were standing in billie’s parents’ cozy living room, your heart racing as maggie smoothed over your uniform, while patrick and finneas helped finalize the plan.

“she’s going to flip!” maggie spoke softly yet excitedly, a delighted smile spreading across her face, “she’s been so down lately, my lovebug. this will make her year.”

her dad nodded in agreement. “you’ve got the flowers, right hun?”

“got them,” you said, holding up the bouquet of billie’s favorite flowers, thanks to very detailed and focused bouquet shopping with finneas. you bounced on your heels excitedly, so ready to see billie— it had been so long, and all you wanted to do was see her pretty face and wrap her in a warm embrace.

“good!” patrick replied, clapping a hand on your shoulder lightly with a smile. though he was usually more stoic, even he couldn’t keep himself together at the thought of his daughter being overflowed with joy at this surprise.

you let out a nervous laugh, adjusting your uniform for what felt like the hundredth time with a nod. you waited on the couch patiently as maggie poured you a glass of cider, you two chattering amongst yourselves as patrick and finneas watched tv.

billie thought she was coming over for a quiet and peaceful family dinner. her mom had told her it was a way to cheer her up while you were “still stuck overseas.”

she had come over about an hour after you did, and you could hear her engine being killed in the driveway, making your nerves pulse through your skin as you waited anxiously, flowers in hand.

she pushed open the door, calling out a distracted, “hello, my loves!”

maggie greeted her at the door, pulling her into a quick hug. “hey, sweetheart! come on in!— oh, and dinner’s almost ready, but we’ve got a little surprise for you first.”

billie raised an eyebrow, glancing toward the dining room. “a surprise?”

“just come see, lovebug.” maggie spoke, leading her further into the house.

you stood in the living room, hidden just around the corner. your heart pounded as you heard her voice, the sound like music to your ears after so many months apart. you wanted to jump out and hug her, but you had to keep your composure as you stayed hidden.

“okay… guys…what’s going on?” billie asked, her voice light but curious. she sounded almost a little frustrated that she couldn’t figure it out, but her eyes immediately widened as you stepped out into view, holding the bouquet in your hands and a nervous smile on your face, “hi, baby.”

billie froze, her eyes locking on you as her jaw lowered. for a moment, she didn’t move, and it looked like she wasn’t even breathing for a second.

then, all at once, she dropped everything she was holding and ran toward you.

“oh my god, oh my god!” she cried, her voice breaking as she threw her arms around your neck. “you’re here! you’re really here!”

you wrapped your arms around her, holding her as tightly as you could without crushing the flowers between you. you wrapped a loving back behind her frame, “i’m here,” you whispered, your own voice shaking. you felt tears well in the underskirts of your eyes, “i couldn’t wait any longer to see you. i think i would’ve died.”

billie pulled away from your embrace just enough to look at you, tears streaming down her face but a wide, disbelieving smile lighting up her features.

“hey… you lied to me.” her lips formed into a pout, her eyes blinking away tears as she pulled you in for a quick kiss, her lips tasting of salt and strawberry.

“i’m sorry bils, but i had to,” you said with a small laugh, shrugging your shoulders defensively, “it wouldn’t have been a surprise otherwise.”

“it’s okay, i’ll let this little one slide,” billie chucked, shaking her head as she wiped at her tears with the sleeve of her hoodie, “my god, i missed you so much.”

“i missed you more.” you whined, pulling her closer and leaning down to kiss her forehead.

maggie, patrick, and finneas clapped and cheered from the doorway, and billie turned to glare at them, a confused expression wiped on her face, “wait— what the fuck? you guys were in on this?”

“of course we were,” finneas grinned, beaming. “i was the first person that she told— you jealous?”

“shut up.” billie rolled her eyes, but she smiled as she turned back to you, “you’re not leaving again anytime soon, are you?”

“not for a while, baby,” you promised, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “i’m staying right here with you. promise.”

billie sighed, leaning her forehead against yours. “good. because i don’t think i can do that again. ever. i love you too much.”

you laugh sweetly, pulling billie closer,

“i love you so much more.”

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IM JUST INLOVE WIGH THE WAY U WRITE SHALNARK GAAAHH HES such a CUTIE POOTIE!! 🤞🏽🤞🏽❤️❤️ anyway, I was wondering if you could write some hcs for him as your partner? Sfw and nsfw if you’re up for it, and preferably gender neutral, if not, then afab is fine!!! I hope your day is going well and I just want to say you’re an amazing writer ❤️

Shalnark HCS(SFW+NSFW)

!!REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!

warnings: creampies, anal, period sex(very short mention), pet names

SFW

-he is the cuddliest mfker ever. like he wants to have you in his lap, his arms, or cuddled up next to him at all times

-loves soft things, so if you have a soft tummy, thighs, boobs, or ass he’s very happy!!

-very mischievous and loves to prank you

-follows you around like a lovesick puppy when he realizes he has feelings for you

-great texter. he’ll be in the middle of a fight and still find time to text you back

-gets annoyed when people take your attention away from him

-has a collection of pictures of you he keeps on his phone to look at when he’s sad/misses you

-struggles to fall asleep without you(will make you call him so he feels like you’re sleeping next to him when he’s gone)

-can’t take anything seriously, and sometimes this can be annoying

-would do anything for you. I mean that

-he’s weirdly in tune with current celebrity gossip. he knows more than you so by a long shot, and sometimes he knows things he definitely shouldn’t…

-can’t stand being away from you for too long. makes him antsy, and as soon as he’s dismissed by chrollo he’s SPRINTING to your apartment

-“lovebug I’m hoomeee~”

-“shal, baby, did you just break in?”

-“the door was locked :(“

-“you could have knocked 😭”

-he’s so silly

NSFW

-he’s up for pretty much anything. Would 100% let you peg him if that’s what you wanted(he’s whipped for you really, and kinky all on his own)

-switch, dom leaning. but he’s very easy to boss around, mostly because he’s putty in your hands

-likes to cum on your face or on your tummy!! usually doesn’t cum inside unless you’re on birth control(he’s not ready for kids lol)

-has fucked you on your period and will do it again

-literally cannot get enough of your pussy. if you’re in his vicinity there’s a good chance he’ll be sneaking up behind you to bend you over and eat you out

-loves anal, but your pussy is his favorite thing to fuck <3

-give him a blowjob and look up at him with your pretty eyes he’ll bust immediately

-call him your good boy or your puppy and he’s on his knees!! those nicknames specifically drive him WILD. he is like a puppy after all, and is hopelessly devoted to you!

-he can be a bit selfish when it comes to sex at first, but improves over time. when he wants to, he can make you cum on his fingers and tongue alone all night long, and other times he’s pushing in without any fore play besides a little bit of rubbing at your clit

-will eat his cum out of you upon request(please ask him)

[6feathered6siren6]

can you write a story like final chapter in misaki's pov where they get another job and the victim reader but they don't know until two weeks later because reader isn't responding or reading their messages on the server

Echo's of a cry(Misaki x Reader)

Author's note: Angst. How it hurts.. Anyway, enjoy! o7

Taglist: @yuyuu-s

Trigger warnings:

Death(its yours again)

Grieving

--

“Lovebug, like I said, just a small job. I would be in another country, but… I won’t be able to contact you,” they said, their voice filled with sorrow. Not able to talk to their partner, you. 

“But why, Misaki?” You asked, tilting your head, leaving Misaki to always think of you either like a dog or cat. …A cat, cat love cat romance was perfect. Your eyes looked a mix of worry and sadness, not able to talk to you…

“I can’t, I can only bring my weapons, they don’t want anything electronic with me. So we must suffer the long distance,” they groan. Putting hand over their heart and falling off her chair dramatically, faking their death. 

She could hear you laugh from their speakers, glad they could make you laugh before they had to go. It was going to be a grueling two weeks without talking to her killer friends and their lovely partner.

–

One last boarding call. Just before she had to leave all contact for two(2) weeks. To say, they were scared of leaving you alone. But it’s a job with high paying money. They were bad at leaving you to yourself, but you had everyone on the server, they would be able to help. 

hitmeuppp: About to board

hitmeuppp: love you so much, dont have too much fun w/o me

U/N: Love you more

U/N: I’ll send photos even though you won’t be there

U/N: That way once you come back you feel like you were there

hitmeuppp: <<<<<<<<<<333333333333

—

They exhale with so much emotion, tired from their mission. Beyond tired from all that. They walked to their computer, booting it up, opening the server. Immediately, she sees everyone messaging them. But you were at the bottom of her message list. Ignoring everyone, they clicked on yours. Photos of what you ate, selfies of what you were doing, memes that you found funny, cat photos from that cat cafe you visit sometimes. Then it stops. Just a few days ago… weird… 

hitmeuppp: I’m home, love!!!! I’m finally back!!

No reply. Still offline… weird…

A chime rings as they were ‘@’ed again in general. They click on it, and they see that it was Angel. 

Angelic: Are you home, @/hitmeuppp? Please tell me you haven’t seen it..

hitmeuppp: Seen what👀

Felicite: oh… no…

goreboy: don’t Look at Anything, call me

K9: Head to VC, Misaki. 

They were so confused. What was happening? Did something happen? She entered into the VC as everyone else joined. 

“So can anyone explain what is happening?” Misaki asked. Like what is happening, literally everyone is worried about them. “And why is everyone acting like this?”

Everyone was silent other than the sound of high pitch of what she can assume being uncomfortable. 

Luca started off, stumbling his words, “U- uhm… It’s about Reader..”

“Oh, are they okay?” They said, their voice leaning more worried as they talked. “Are they sick?”

They could V breathing into his mic, “Misaki… Reader’s… gone.”

“What?” Their eyes widened, their words were uncertain. “Are you pulling a prank on me? Staup it.”

“Misaki,” Angel said, her voice was really soft, but it felt like Misaki’s heart was cracking with each word spoke. “They're dead.” 

They could only register their hand shaking around their mouth, their breathing fasten as tears stream down, the vibrating through their throat. But not their screams, or that the VC was trying to get her attention. 

You.

You…

You were gone.

And they didn’t even know..

—

Wrapped in blankets, the only light source is their phone, lighting their face with photos of you. Rotting in her bed, Misaki hasn’t left their trailer in a few days…? They lost track. They were in your hoodie she stole before they left from your place. 

The newsletter.. the one about you… You were murdered in your own home… murder…

Misaki sat up. Murder… someone did it.. They threw the blankets off, switching their clothes fast, grabbing the necessaries, most importantly her gun. Charm dangling off of it. You bought it for them, something you said was that even if you weren’t there to support them a piece would. Their heart melts as they think of that. Looking at their lock screen and nodding to themselves. 

They can’t continue to mop around, she needs to make sure you rest. You at least deserve it. And as your partner, that's something they can achieve. For you. 

[a-sweeter-solarsystem]

animation by me | commissions open

There was something ingrained so deeply in Mebh that told her she had spent so many nights watching the stars just like this. But, simultaneously, those feelings weren't fond. They dug at an old wound she didn't know she had, and didn't know the source of. "Lookin' up at the stars like this always made me feel so sad." Poppy chirped curiously. Mebh continued, "Not...miserable I'd say..." she let her words sit in the air for a moment. "It's like the same kind of sadness as sayin' goodbye to a friend for the last time, where you know you aren't gonna see each other again." Poppy looked up at the stars. She recalled where she found Mebh, in the center of some great plane up north. The area was beautiful. It had stretched for miles, nothing but untouched, clean, land with patterns of mountains, forests, and plains Poppy had spent weeks searching through. But, it was empty. It was quiet. No human settlements for miles. Not even fallen had claimed territory there. For a moment, she had even thought that she was wandering in circles with the lack of structure there. She kept expecting to see some sort of golden age ruin or old camp long forgotten. But there was nothing. Just grass, rock, and trees. Mebh was found in the center of it, with nothing to even signal where she might came from or who she was. She had a broken rifle, some old clothes, and whatever armor Poppy had found before she left. Poppy lowered herself down to nuzzle against her guardian. Mebh was alone for so long. She was grateful that her guardian had all the friends she did now, but she always wondered how Mebh must've felt when she first opened her eyes. When she saw the bare world that she was revived into and didn't meet anyone like her for months. Mebh's hand reached up and stroked the rounded shell. She smiled, and cooed softly, "You lil' lovebug..."

ID Under the Keep Reading

[IMAGE ID: A short, two-shot animation of a human guardian talking to her ghost. The guardian is lying on a field of grass at night and is looking up at a sky of stars. The guardian is a hunter wearing gray and blue armor. She has tan skin, purple hair, bright blue eyes, and purple and teal makeup on. She appears older as well, with slight wrinkles on her face. Her ghost resembles a ladybug.

In the first shot, the camera is focused on her face. She looks thoughtful as she says, "Lookin' up at the stars like this always made me feel so sad."

In the second shot, we see the guardian from a farther angle. The field is more visible, and we can see her laying down more clearly. Her ghost floats down to look at her closer. The guardian turns her head slightly as she speaks, "Not in a miserable way…Just…like i'm sayin' goodbye to an old friend."

END ID]

[seiwas]

bf is going to be abroad for the next 2 weeks and after dropping me home today he asked if we could still call when he gets home 🥺 so i asked why and he was like, "i miss you already ☹"

[mysimssupermegalegacy]

❥Wedding Pictures❥

Just a collection of pictures of my baby on her wedding day. I'm so proud of her. I was fr crying like a baby taking these pictures.

So, here's the story. My babes Eve owns a farm that she inherited from her estranged grandfather. She left whatever life she had behind to tend to the beautiful cottage and farmland.

It was going great for a couple of years but soon she became very lonely, and she is a lovebug at heart. So, her next goal was set. Find someone to join her in tending the land.

She tried her hand at dating and meeting knew people, but it was truly a losing battle. She was in a relationship with one guy, but he was constantly cheating on her and after a year of dating she broke it off with him. Then she tried the dating scene again and met someone else she was actually really interested in (and they were pretty cute not gonna lie) But when she asked if he was interested, he said not really. and although that was a bust, they still stayed close friends.

Then it happened. One day after coming back from hanging out with her friends she saw a strange man walking around on her farm. She called out to him to see who he was and what he was doing. He explained that he was the new mailman and that he couldn't help admiring her farm and her animals.

She was confused at first and had a brief conversation with him. She learned that he was actually taking up a mail route as a favor and that he had to admire the last house on his route. They continued talking about the farm and the animals and about anything she could come up with up until night came. He had to leave, and she waved him off kinda sad that she might not see him again.

Then a week passed and there he was at her door with a package. She opened the door and tried her best to act nonchalant, but she couldn't help her smile. She had asked him why he was back if this wasn't his usual route and he told her he traded with the other person. She tried not to read too hard into why he would do that and just excepted their "friendship".

Finally, he asked her on a date, and they not only had some much in common, but she learned that he had a huge crush on her. She was shocked and extremely happy. And from then on, they dated for about a year until one day... HE PROPOSED! (all on his own might I add) She of course said yes and boom the rest is history.

Maybe I'll tell you about the drama that happened at their wedding.

Also, I edited these pictures all by myself so if they looked chopped then stop looking so hard.

[portaltothevoid]

you're losing me part xiii

ao3 link

warnings: so much angst, tears, smut; fingering, hand job, thigh riding, quickie, little bit of a spit kink, p in v, rough sex, squirting, semi-public sex, (kind of accidental?) voyeurism, cum eating, weed use! smoking with papa!

word count: 11.3k (longest chapter yet!)

Hidden amongst the halls of the Ministry was a place where you would go for solitude. Not many people had reason to pass by here since the rooms in this wing of the top floor were mostly unoccupied. Centered in the hallway, overlooking the bustling grounds below, sat one of the many giant picture windows with a ledge just big enough for you to comfortably sit. You’d been curled up here for a while now, avoiding people. 

You’d managed to evade Copia over the past couple days. He was busy with not-so-secret meetings to prepare him to be the substitute Papa while you had been busy bonding with Phantom and the other Ghouls. They gave you comfort you didn’t even know you needed and felt like you had the family you always wanted. It was only a matter of time before your worries and stresses came back knocking, demanding your attention.

Today was his last show. You couldn’t stop thinking about him as much as you tried not to. Your thoughts clung to him like a magnet on a fridge. 

Your head had been resting on your knees, but as your mind circled the drain again and again, you leaned your head back with a groan. Even if you could do something, your hands were tied. You let your leg opposite the window slip down to touch the floor as you anxiously started to move it. Resting your temple on the cold glass, you tried to focus on the scene below you. Siblings and Ghouls alike were out for afternoon strolls, on their way into town for a night of fun, helping Primo tend his greenhouses… You chewed on your lip as you felt like a princess stuck in her tower. 

Lost in your pity party, you blocked out any and all sounds, missing the sound of footsteps that had become more and more familiar to you. It wasn’t until you felt a warm arm wrap around your calf and a head nuzzle into you near the bend at your knee, did you pull yourself from the inner workings of your mind to see Phantom curling up to you. 

“You’re so sad, Tater Tot,” he pouted. You really couldn’t stand the formality of being referred to as Your Eminence, so you asked the Ghouls to come up with something. You’d been munching on tater tots (for the second time that day) and after saying something sassy, Swiss responded with “Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Tater Tot!” After squeals from Cumulus and Sunshine, you’d been bestowed a Ghoulish nickname of your very own. 

No matter how deeply you sighed, it did nothing to relieve the crushing sorrow that had been currently placed on your chest. You longed to feel excited for what was to come, but the only thing you really allowed yourself to acknowledge was the dread of the unknown, of living a life you didn’t want, but need to for the “greater good.” You haven’t even ascended and already you were sick of it. 

“There are ways to keep things in these halls a secret if both parties are willing. There’s nothing that says you can’t have it all. You just have to be very clever and cunning about it.” And then of course, Secondo’s words kept echoing in your mind.

“I’m sorry, lovebug,” you sighed as you dropped your arm to rub his back. “Is it… is it really affecting you?”

You felt his shoulder rise and drop before he shook his head. “It’s a bit distracting, but only because I don’t know how to help.”

“There’s nothing you can really do… I don’t even think there’s anything I can do.”

“Do you… wanna talk about it? I was told about the prophecy before I was summoned for you, but it’s all… it gets confusing to keep up with everything.” You could tell by the way his eyes crinkled behind his silver mask that he was looking at you shyly. 

“The more I try to not think about Terzo, the more I do. I wish I could still hate him. That would make things so much easier,” you lamented as your head fell back against the cold marble behind you. “I just… I get this sick feeling in my gut when I think about what they’re doing. I think… I think this is why Terzo tried to bring about the prophecy the way he did, behind everyone’s backs? The more I think about everything in retrospect, the more I see power wasn’t what he necessarily wanted, but he did want to keep it away from those that don’t deserve it. He thought I would be able to… I don’t know, rise up quicker than I did to stop that? I just see what’s happening now… With how Sister Imperator is controlling everything, to how Copia’s changing slowly but surely… They say I have freewill, but I don’t think I do.”

Phantom nodded. “The greatest sacrifices are always greatly rewarded.”

You blinked, shocked by this sudden sage advice. “Wh-what?”

He chuckled. “Didn’t expect me to be so wise, huh? That’s a message from Lady Lilith. I was told I would give it to you when the time was right. You have power and you have intuition. You’ll know what to do. The only people you need to trust are Lucifer, Lilith, and yourself.”

“You have a wise Ghoul,” a voice sounded from across the hall, making both you and Phantom jump. As your heads whipped across to see the owner of the voice, you saw a very dapper man in a white suit with flowling silver hair and glowing red eyes. He was smirking at you. His shoulders moved in such a way that you knew he was silently laughing to himself, having scared you. 

Phantom scrambled to kneel in front of the man, bowing his head. “Oh, please, we needn’t be so formal right now,” he smiled as he waved away the Ghouls actions. “You’ve been questioning your freewill a lot, haven’t you, my child?”

Your mouth hung open slightly as you turned your body to fully face the man and that was when the realization hit you like a well-aimed kickball in gym class. “Lord Lucifer,” you breathed.

He nodded as he pushed himself off the wall. “I planned on visiting you a bit later, but even the most vital members of my flock need unprompted guidance sometimes,” he spoke smoothly as he sauntered towards you.

“I’m so afraid of making the wrong choice. I want to put the flock first, and myself last, but I don’t want to lose… everything in the process.” Your words spilled out in a panicked rush.

He paused to look at you thoughtfully. “Everything? Care to be more specific?” 

“I mean like…” Your shame, or maybe even your guilt, made you avert your eyes, looking at the floor and away from the Ministry’s patron deity that stood before you. Sucking in a shallow breath, “I don’t want to lose myself,” you revealed meekly. 

Now standing in front of you, he put his hand on your heart. The heat that radiated from it, you swore it would burst into flames at any moment. When you pulled your gaze from the floor and brought it up to his blazing irises, he was nodding. “Yes, you are being guided to make a certain choice. There are many reasons for that. Reasons you will not know for some time and reasons I cannot tell you right now. But trust. Confido fidei (trust faith). No one knows what is to come after the choice is made, not yet. There are much bigger things planned. Continue on the path you’re on. Don’t fear it. You are why we will be able to achieve more during this lifetime than ever before. Let them think they hold the power. Let them believe they have control. Soon you will see, my dear child. And you will laugh in their faces when they realize how they underestimated you. Both of you.” He leaned forward to gently kiss the top of your head.

Your eyes fluttered shut and when you opened them, you weren’t sitting on a windowsill at the abbey. You were on a couch. Phantom was still at your feet. Faint music could be heard surrounding you. In your shocked daze, you finally were able to listen closely enough to make out what you were hearing: Mummy Dust. That was the song being played.

Lucifer had transported you to the show. Terzo’s final show. 

You were quite literally pulled out of your stupor when Phantom excitedly tugged at your arm, dragging you out into a hallway. “Phantom, wait! What if someone sees us!?”

He kept walking as he turned to look back at you. “You named me Phantom for a reason. No one’s gonna see us! Come on, I wanna see Papa!”

Generally, the Ghouls bestowed upon the highest members of the clergy were almost always quintessence ones. Their abilities of teleportation and invisibility were used for safety. So, naturally of course, with you being on a fated course to be Lilith’s mortal representative of sorts, that was the element of your Ghoul. 

As the two of you meandered through the halls to get onto the floor to watch the show from front of house, you couldn’t help but ponder over why Lucifer put you here, why He wanted you to be here. Just when you thought you figured out your fate, more facets appeared. Clearly, there was more to the ascension than anyone had begun to realize.

When you both finally found a spot to watch the remainder of the show, Phantom bent down and patted his shoulders. With a chuckle and a shake of your head, you climbed on, gaining an unobstructed view over the crowd in front of you just as another song started. The second the first chorus began, it was like Terzo had zeroed in on you. 

The world is on fire.

His gaze, in particular his piercing white eye, which stood out amidst the man-made fog that clung to the stage, seemed to be looking right through you. Well, technically speaking he was since you were supposed to be invisible. Your body was supposed to be invisible. Not your essence, your presence. Even while focused on performing, perhaps it was merely subconsciously, he could feel you were there. Undoubtedly, there was a deep connection between the two of you, and neither had even begun to scratch the surface of it. Yet. 

And you are here to stay and burn with me.

 He outstretched his hand like he was reaching for you, just you. Absent-mindedly, you did the same. Two moths drawn to the same flame. An unspeakable nexus between you and him. 

He tore his eyes away from yours to continue with the performance of one of your favorite songs. You thanked and praised Lucifer for bringing you here. Being able to experience this, one last time… A gift you didn’t even know you desperately needed. Even during most of the encore song, you were able to enjoy yourself. But reality slapped you like a brick to the face once you remembered why you were here.

“Come on, sing it a little bit louder!” Terzo encouraged the crowd.

Your whole body tensed. He had no idea, even still. The crowd barely even reacted, but you saw them. Two burly men from a stage right door walked out, grabbing Terzo by the arms off the amp he was standing on. “Che cazzo! Ma che cazzo fate (What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing)?!” he shouted before the mic fell to the stage.

You could feel the panic rising from the Ghouls on stage. Aether tried to run after Terzo. When you noted more movement from the same side of the stage where the two goons came out of. This time, there were three. Two similarly dressed guard-looking types and a frail old man in white Papal regalia. Fury began to burn inside you. One of the men was carting an oxygen tank. 

Nihil. Papa fucking Nihil. Of course, Sister would have sent him here for this. You had seen enough.

After rapidly tapping on Phantom, he put you down. “We have to get to Terzo. Now,” you commanded. Before you could even take a step, you felt Phantom’s hand wrap around yours and the next thing you knew you were in the same room as before.

He won’t be able to see us until I know it’s safe. Phantom informed you telepathically while Terzo was pacing around the room. Omega was here too. He looked in your direction, but didn’t react when Terzo shouted, “Ho bisogno di risposte, Omega (I need answers)!”

You sighed angrily as you broke free from Phantom’s grasp. “Terzo,” you started to say as you rushed towards him. You stopped when he yelped like a scared puppy, since to him, you appeared out of thin air.

“Che cazzo, amore! What– Why are you– How did you–?” he stuttered, tripping over his words. 

“Um… Lucifer brought, or well, put us here,” you said hesitantly and almost bashfully.

“Lu— Lucifer?!” he stuttered again, still in shock as his adrenaline was on overdrive. “You saw Lucifer?”

“Yeah, but we have to talk about that later.” You stepped towards him, your hands outstretched to take hold of his arms. He stepped forward, meeting you in the middle. Gravitating towards the other like magnets, you held each other's arms just above the other’s elbow. “They’re officially revoking your title as Papa. That’s why you were pulled off stage. It’s… I don’t know what’s going on beyond that, but Terzo, they’re up to something. It’s not good, whatever it is. They did it this way because it’s for whatever’s next for the Ghost Proje–”

“You knew…” he breathed, his lips barely even moving. As if he touched hot iron, he took his hands away from you and stepped back a couple paces. “You knew and you didn’t… tell me?” he said, slightly more audible, but not any less hurt.

“Yeah, and it’s real shitty to be left in the dark, isn’t it? Look, we don’t have time for this! We need to get out of here!”

“And how do you think we do that, hm? I’m sure they’ll let us both walk right out the front fucking door!” he snapped.

You rolled your eyes. “There are two quintessence Ghouls here? We need to get back to the Ministry,” you said forcefully as you walked over to grab Phantom’s hand and dragged him over with you as you grabbed Omega’s.

“But Imperator forbade us from using unsanctioned teleportation…” Omega warned.

Your head whipped towards the towering Ghoul. Your eyes turned blacker than his outfit. “Aw, ‘but Imperator forbade us,’” you droned, mocking Omega, before shouting, “I don’t give a fuck what Imperator allows. Who allowed you the ability to talk? Me. Now grab Terzo and get us back to the fucking Minstry!” 

Omega nodded in panic. Both he and Phantom lunged at Terzo, wrapping their hands around his forearms. “Che–” he started to say, but before he got the next word out, they were already standing outside of the main entrance to the Ministry.

“ –Cazz-UGH!” Terzo finished his sentence by turning and throwing up into a nearby bush. 

You nodded. “Ah, is that why we’re outside and not inside?”

Omega shrugged and nodded. “He’s mostly human still and they don’t take very well… to… sudden teleportation.” 

This being your third time teleporting in the past hour and, well, ever… you were unaffected by it. The reality of your life made your stomach flip from Omega’s wording. Just because this had been your everyday life as of late, didn’t mean you had begun to process any of it. You shook your head and let out a breath hoping to expel some rising nerves along with it as you walked over to Terzo, rubbing his back. 

He shrugged you off as he stood up and stormed inside. 

“Hey!” you called after him, trotting to catch up to his fast pace fueled by anger. When you finally caught up to him, you grabbed his arm and spun him around to face you. Never in all the time that you’ve known him, had you seen such a fury shine through his eyes. “Hey,” you repeated, much softer this time. “I’m on your side.” Your grip loosened and you dragged your hand down his arm til your hand enclosed around his. “I’m on your side,” you repeated, staring into his eyes, and hoping the look on your face conveyed the conviction and sincerity you spoke with.

His body relaxed slightly as his hand tightened confidently around yours before his expression morphed into one of determination. “Then let’s go confront the bitch.”

Together you walked the halls of the Ministry to Sister Imperator’s office, hand in hand, feeling like a more solidified unit than you had in quite some time. You were about to round the last corner that led to the corridor which housed the senior most clergy members' offices, when you gently tugged at his hand, bringing your small group to a halt. You looked at Terzo with worry and sorrow etched into your face.

“We can’t…” You looked down at your joined hands, reluctantly pulling yours back to your side. “We can’t go in there like this.”

“I know,” he agreed quietly.

“I have to pretend– They have to think I’m theirs. Fuck, there’s so much I have to tell you.” Your shoulders sagged as a breath was pushed from your lungs by the weight of everything left unsaid.

“I know, amoruccio. I know.” He placed his hand on the side of your neck, fingers wrapped around towards the back, allowing him to angle your head down. With a half step forward, he leaned his forehead against yours. You held onto his wrist, rubbing your thumb across the back of his still gloved hand. After a few moments, he let go of you. One of his telltale smirks brightened his face. “You really do. You haven’t even introduced me to your Ghoul yet.”

Phantom did a little hop so he was in Terzo’s line of sight and waved to him. You happily rolled your eyes at the Ghoul’s antics. The other two couldn’t help but stifle their laughter. 

A calm settled over the four of you. The brief calm turned to sobered reality when the realization of what brought all of you to this moment settled on you like a weighted blanket. “Follow my lead?” you asked Terzo when a sudden plan popped into your head.

“Sempre (always),” he said with a nod, which you returned. 

After a deep breath, you shouted, “Goddammit, Terzo!” as you resumed the warpath to Sister Imperator's office. Turning the corner you continued, “This has nothing to do with me! It wasn’t my place to tell you!”

“So, you admit it, you did know! You knew the whole fucking time!” he shouted back, quickly figuring out the scenario you were acting out. 

“Aw, see? Being the last to know about something that’s happening to you really fucking hurts, doesn’t it? Gotta love karma!”

“Don’t even go there. This is completely different and you know it. You could have at least given me a heads up!” 

“I don’t owe you shit,” you retorted as you stood with your hand on the door knob. “And you know what? I’m sick of you taking your shit out on me. You wanna yell and whine and cry to someone?” You threw the door open. “Fucking have at it!” you concluded, holding the door open and he stormed in.

Sister Imperator’s eyes were round, nearly growing in size as she registered that it was actually Terzo who was bearing the brunt of your aggression and accompanying you as you burst through the door. Copia was in her office, too. Oh, how convenient. He didn’t even try to hide the smug look on his face, especially when you walked over to him and leaned on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. He flashed you a quick smile, a pleasantry which you didn’t return, playing it off due to being too annoyed from the situation at hand. 

“Well? Is anyone going to fucking say anything or just sit around and fucking gawk at me?” Terzo huffed, throwing his arms up in the air.

“The show only ended less than an hour ago. How is it that you are already here?” Sister Imperator raised an eyebrow and directed her authoritative gaze at you. “And what were you doing with them?”

“Ghouls, obviously, Sister,” Terzo said condescendingly to the older woman as he rolled his eyes.

Your palms went up in an act of defensive surrender. “Hey, don’t drag me into this. Phantom and I were coming back from a walk outside and poof!” You imitated a sudden burst with your hands. “They just appeared right in front of me.” 

“Unsanctioned teleportation is forbidden,” Sister chastised. 

Terzo let out a noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a squeak. “For fuck’s sake, with her here,” he waved his whole arm in your direction, “all your rules for the Ghouls are null and void. And I think my Papacy being publicly revoked without any indication whatsoever warrants an emergency teleportation to get some fucking answers!”

With a heavy sigh, she curled her lips in, shaking her head while looking to the ground as if in a silent prayer for strength. “She will not and currently does not have the proper authority to override rules that I set in place until her ascension is complete.”

“Uh, okay, and Ghouls can use their words now because of me, but sure, yeah. What authority do I have?” You rolled your eyes now. “Omega, I think you did a fine job taking care of the human you are bound to in his time of distress.”

“Thank you, Your Eminence,” Omega acknowledged aloud with a nod, which earned them an ice-cold glare from Sister Imperator. 

“Well, would you look at that…” you mumbled indignantly, while shooting Imperator a look that said ‘told you so.’ 

Copia even let out a short burst of laughter at your defiance, especially when Terzo shot you a look, which he took to be one of frustration for being ignored. You, on the other hand, knew it was more of a warning. You had to tread lightly.

“Enough.” Sister Imperator briefly pinched the bridge of her nose as she collected her thoughts and quieted her frustration, before she turned her attention to Terzo. “Your album cycle is over now. Therefore, publicly, we need a fresh and younger face to represent our Ministry. We need to redirect the path you were leading us down.”

“A path that led us to our first appearance on American television and a Grammy, but yes, what a sordid path that was. Let’s change course!” Terzo interjected snarkily.

“Somewhere along the way you lost the seriousness of our teachings. Quite frankly, you were too goofy. For me, the kazoo was the last straw along with your blasé attitude.”

“Don’t insult my kazoo finesse! It is more difficult than it looks.” You had to suppress a giggle that wanted to escape, so you bit down hard on your lip. Memories of Terzo and his kazoo flooded your mind, but now wasn’t the time to reminisce. So, you shook your head, trying to dispel them. Luckily the simple action just made you look as tired as Sister Imperator was of Terzo’s antics and flare for the dramatics. 

After another heavy sigh, Sister continued, “With the ascension looming, it is the perfect time for the transition. Copia will become our new Fidei Defensor (Defender of the Faith) of sorts.”

You let out another scoff. “So what does that make me? Anne Boelyn?” You dropped your voice to grumble agitatedly to yourself, “Maybe this is a fucking monarchy…”

Copia reached over to pat your leg. “No, cara mia. I’ll always choose to work through our issues, not behead you.” He quietly laughed at his own joke, but really it was more of a subtle jab, which he made a point to direct his smirk at Terzo, whose similar dichromatic eyes blazed with fury.

Sister Imperator cleared her throat. “Copia is not officially recognized as being a part of the bloodline, and with Papa Nihil still being alive, he will appoint Copia who will take over leading the Ministry for the time being, seeing as how he is our current most senior clergy member. I already have preparations being made to inform the audience of the Ghost project of the news.”

“Thank you, Sister,” Copia said with a nod and held out his fist for a fist bump, but when he just stared at his hand, he just knocked twice on the desk with his knuckle. 

“So that’s it. I’m thrown away like yesterday’s newspaper and replaced with… him?”

“Terzo, you will always be our Third Papa. We could not have gotten where we are today without your…” she paused for a moment, clearing her throat, “without you. We still hold you in the highest regard and with the utmost respect,” she smiled warmly at the now-former Papa, but still, the smile seemed forced. She was acting like the head of HR letting a star employee go due to budget cuts: formal and fake. 

“Now, we need to focus on the upcoming rituals,” she continued with her commanding, all-business tone in an effort to steer the subject away from the Papacy before Terzo had even more of a meltdown. “Tomorrow evening, each of you will pledge yourselves to your patron deities. Our star of the show will be pledging herself to Lilith, of course. As for you two,” her eyes darted between Terzo and Copia, almost hesitantly testing the waters as if putting the two of them together in the same sentence would set off some kind of chain reaction, “your deity will present themselves to you. They will offer you all guidance for the final ritual. The following day, you will meet with our High Priestess to receive a tarot reading for clarity on the next phase of your journeys. This isn’t a requirement for the ascension, but any and all wisdom should be welcomed. Through tomorrow’s ritual, our soon to be Papessa Electus Prima will provide us with insight for the ascension itself. We have knowledge of the basics, but more intricate details have to be divinely provided so as to preserve its sacredness. Now that we are all on the same page, please get the hell out of my office.”

“Okie dokie, thank you. Thank you again, Sister,” Copia said as he slapped his thighs and rose from his seat. He bowed slightly at Imperator who smiled, a warm twinkle in her eye. Quickly that faded when she watched Terzo storm out of the office. You were too busy being concerned about Terzo to even register that Sister Imperator had said what your title will be once the ascension has been completed.

Omega, tell him I’ll find him later tonight. I won’t let him go through this alone. You thought to Terzo’s Ghoul just before he stepped out into the hallway. 

You got it, Tater Tot.

Phantom shifted awkwardly, ringing his hands together. Before you could offer him any comfort, you were distracted by Copia’s hand on the small of your back as you stood. Together you walked out of the room. Copia closed the door behind you, but not before turning back and offering a small wave to Sister Imperator. As the three of you started to walk, Copia asked, “Will you be joining me for dinner tonight, or will your company be the Ghouls?”

You couldn’t have planned your alibi better if you tried. “I was going to join the Ghouls for one more night. You know, just to get more acquainted with them.”

“The past few days haven't been enough?” he laughed nervously, but somewhere underneath that you could hear his annoyance. 

“I wasn’t supposed to say anything…” Phantom spoke up, “but we have something planned for Her Eminence tonight. Uh, since the Ghost Ghouls will be back, and I haven’t met them yet, um, I would feel a lot better if Tater Tot, um, I mean Her Eminence! I’d feel better if she was there with me.”

“Tater Tot?” Copia’s eyebrow shot up in surprise. “Hm, cute nickname. It suits you.” That nickname was only for your Ghouls to use. It sounded wrong falling from his lips. You caught yourself before you started to ball your fists, so you played it off by waving your hand up to his chest. 

“I won’t stay there the whole night, but I don’t know how late I’ll be…” you tried to reassure Copia. You came to a stop as you reached the part of the Ministry where the clergy’s quarters were to the left and the Ghoul den was to the right. Slinking your arms around his waist, you gently started to sway as you put on your cutest smile. “In the morning, I’m all yours.”

Letting out a breath through his nose, he placed his hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing them. He leaned down so his forehead was touching yours, causing you to still as you looked into his eyes. “Lucky for you, sono molto paziente (I’m very patient).”

Pushing up on your tiptoes, you kissed him. His hands slid up to gently hold your face between them, allowing him to deepen the kiss. After a few moments, he pulled away. “Are you sure I can’t convince you?” he whispered.

Phantom stepped closed, crouching down between you both so the attention would be diverted to him. “It is a really good surprise. We’d be so sad if we had to wait!”

You shrugged, looking at Phantom and then back to Copia. “Come on, look at those puppy dog eyes. How can I say no?” Both of you chuckled softly. You moved one of your hands up to his face to trace along one of his sideburns. “Duty calls…”

“Sì, sì. I know. I just miss you,” he sighed before he gingerly kissed your forehead, stepping out of the embrace. One corner of his mouth turned upwards into a sly smile, “Tomorrow morning though, you’re mine.”

“All yours…” you said, or technically lied, as you held onto his hand. You needed him to believe that truth. Turning your Ghoul, “Phantom, go ahead without me. I won’t be long. Help them get the surprise set up,” you winked at him. I have to play along, tide him over. Your quick thinking was perfect. You added in your thoughts. 

“Okay, don’t take too long… Sodo might come looking for you. You know how impatient he is,” Phantom laughed as he turned to silently glide away towards the Den. 

Copia eyed you suspiciously as you turned back to him with a grin so mischievous it rivaled that of a succubus. There was an alcove tucked away nearby. With his hand still in yours you pulled him towards it. “Amore, what are you—?”

“Shhh,” you shushed, putting a finger to his lips, pausing briefly before you slowly dragged it down and then traced his bottom lip. “I know I haven’t been around lately and we don’t have much time now, but maybe I can still make it up to you…” Slowly you trailed your hands down the front of his cassock, until you forcefully grabbed the fabric of his pellegrina. Hastily, you guided him towards you as you spun around, backing yourself into the alcove and up against a wall. 

To steady himself, he put one hand against the wall beside your head. The other was tightly holding your hip. Roughly, you pulled him towards you until your bodies were flushed against each other. Your lips crashed into each other’s. The kiss was sloppy and crazed, near manic. He tried to slot his thigh between your legs, but the long fabric of his cassock got in the way. He broke away from you, muttering “Goddammit,” as he started to undo some of the buttons. You bent down to undo the lowest ones, working your way up until you met his hands that trembled from anticipation. Flinging the red fabric behind him, you hooked your fingers in his belt loops to bring him closer to you once again. 

He wasted no time sliding your habit up to your hips as your barely concealed core met his leg. Your quiet moan was muffled by your mouth moving against his as you began to grind on his thigh. You never stopped your movements as he breathed out, “What if someone sees us?” 

“Then let them see,” you smirked. His eyes searched yours as you saw the carnal, practically animalistic lust finally cloud his eyes. Unceremoniously, your lips crashed against his. You kissed up the side of his face, before dragging your tongue under his sideburn. When your mouth neared his ear, you nipped at his lobe. “Take what you want from me,” you growled. 

He pushed you harder into the wall as he used his leg to widen your stance. His left hand took hold of your shoulder, while his right dropped between your legs. With the gusset of your now dampened underwear out of the way, he dragged his leather-covered fingers up and down your folds as his thumb drew circles on your clit. 

Tucking your lips around your teeth, you hummed, leaning your head back against the wall. Involuntarily, your hips jutted against his hand, desperately trying to increase the friction. 

Suddenly, his movements stopped. You opened your eyes and before you could even whimper, “Eyes. On. Me.” he commanded. 

Wrapping your hand around his forearm attached to your shoulder, your eyes locked on his. “Brava ragazza,” he murmured, plunging two fingers inside you. Your nails dug into him as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you. You leaned forward to unbutton and unzip pants, freeing his cock that was screaming for attention. Bringing your hand up to his face, you held out your palm in front of his mouth, which he lewdly licked. When you then cupped your hand under his chin, he spat in it. He hissed as you began to stroke his cock, matching the pace of his curling fingers. If it weren’t for the gloves, you could have seen his knuckles turn white against your shoulder. 

When the obscene sounds emanating from your cunt were loud enough for a passerby to easily hear, he abruptly took his fingers out of you. You let go of him as he took himself in his own hand to drag his length up and down your folds before he rubbed the weeping tip against your clit. “Fuck,” you groaned, as you rutted your hips along him, clawing at the back of his neck. 

Just when your nails had dug into his flesh almost to the point of drawing blood, he lined himself up and pushed himself inside you until there was no space between his hips and yours. With ease, his length filled you, stretching out your walls almost painfully slow. It took all you had for your legs not to buckle underneath you. Especially when he swiftly increased the pace of his thrusts and drilled into you relentlessly. You could feel your juices start to drip around his cock. That was when you brought your hands to his shoulders, pressing down as you hoisted yourself up to wrap your legs around his waist. 

With a grunt, he pushed you further into the wall as you enclosed your arms around his neck. The slight change in angle was everything you needed. Copia moaned into the crook of your neck, before biting your collar bone with a guttural growl. You shut your eyes, feeling the coil so close to snapping. “Diavolessa mia,” he groaned.

My she-devil. She-devil.

Truthfully, you couldn’t decipher if that turned you on or enraged you, but you felt something inside you snap, or rather, come alive. Whatever Infernal gift that lived inside you, now overrode your emotions. It heightened the disdain, the irritation, the hatred you felt for the man who thought this was a depraved act of love. No, for you, this was now just a means to an end. You were using him and the fact he believed the opposite spurred you on with a sadistic glee. Love had no place here with you, only a primal kind of lust. 

When you opened your eyes, you knew they were darker than the shadows that shrouded you. Copia couldn’t focus on anything else besides you, but in that moment, you managed to hear soft foot falls, the slight clacking of dress shoes, growing louder as they grew closer. From the ferocity of Copia pounding into you, you could care less about quieting the pants and moans that spilled from your lips. Your volume only increased, partly from the added arousal of being seen and partly to distract Copia from the fact someone would see. You watched as the person came into your line of vision and walked by, looking down at the ground, albeit with a smirk on his face. Slowly his head turned up to give you some sort of kudos for the defiant act of sin you were partaking in. 

You were so lost in the haze of an impending orgasm and not able to quickly recognize who exactly just entered your line of sight, who was within earshot. Purposefully, your moans got a bit louder still. 

But he would have recognized those sounds anywhere.

The accidental voyeur’s head snapped up, his mismatched eyes met your demonic ones. That look was all it took to send you hurtling over the edge. Instantly, your walls clenched around Copia. The coil didn’t just snap, it shattered. He pulled out of you just in time for your release as your whole body shook, but your eyes never wavered from the man in front of you. With an otherworldly growl, you could feel your juices drain out of you, sounding like someone dropped a glass of water onto the marble floor. 

Terzo’s mouth hung at the hinges as he looked to the floor, then back up at you. As he stared into your obsidian eyes, his white eye burned. You could feel it too, like an electric shock. You knew your aftershocks were because of him, because it was Terzo’s gaze that was boring into yours. Any emotion you had been feeling towards Copia was adamantly replaced with this deep feeling of longing for the man in front of you that you couldn’t… that you weren’t supposed to have. Slowly, Terzo pulled himself out of his trance. His face devoid of his Papal paints gave way for the anger and hurt he felt to shine through like a beacon in the night. Having seen more than enough, he retreated.

You barely noticed how Copia had pushed himself inside you again to chase his own release. It was only when he whispered, “I’m close. Cazzo, I’m gonna–” gruffly in your ear, did you pull yourself out of your own trance you had found yourself in. Your eyes returned to normal as you dropped your unsteady legs to the floor and lowered to your knees. 

Gazing up at Copia, looming over you as he now stroked himself at a relentless pace, you waited, open mouthed and tongue out. Just the way you knew he wanted you. Mere seconds after he placed the tip of his cock on your tongue, he leaned forward bracing himself again with one hand on the wall. You closed your eyes as you felt the warmth of his cum hit your face and tongue. For the moment, you allowed yourself to imagine it was someone else standing before you. The fantasy was short-lived when you heard nothing but your heaving breaths. 

Dutifully, you took him in your mouth, sucking off any of his spend that remained. Swallowing as you stood, his eyes shone with admiration for you. Had it not been for the previous distraction, you would have been proud of yourself, but all you could feel was guilt ripping apart your chest. 

No sooner had you removed the back of your hand from your mouth, it was replaced with a hard kiss as Copia held your arms in a vice grip. Any remaining cum on your face, he licked off of you. Again, he rested his forehead atop yours as you both came down from two very different highs. “Grazie,” he said through a breathy chuckle.

“Told you, I wanted to make it up to you,” you remarked with a half smile. 

“You sure you won’t be, eh, too worn out for your little Ghoul party?”

“I’ll be fine, don’t you worry.” You weren’t sure who you were reassuring: him or yourself.

Gently, he kissed your forehead, then backed up to tuck himself back in his pants and straighten out his cassock. “‘Til tomorrow morning then, topolina mia.” He started to leave and just as he was about to exit the alcove, he turned just enough for you to see his profile. The way the light hit him made his smirk seem almost sinister. “I understand why you were so enamored with him. We’ll have to do this again sometime, hm? Oh, and, ehm, have fun with your Ghouls… Tater Tot.” You noted the subtle shake of his shoulders as he laughed while he left to return to his quarters.

You froze in place at his words. The hem of your habit barely moved past your hips. Darkness swirled in your eyes like the oncoming of a hurricane’s eye wall after the eye had passed. All you wanted to do was run after him and grab him by the back of his neck and watch his blood stain the white marble underneath you. Your eyes scrunched shut so tightly you could feel the surrounding muscles working overtime. As you focused on breathing in and out slowly, Terzo’s dejected expression flashed through your mind. You had to find him. Seeing you like that… That was the last thing he needed to see today. 

After smoothing out your habit and fixing your hair, you started off in the direction you had seen him go. Luckily it was in the same direction as the Ghoul’s Den. 

You knew you needed to give him some time and desperately wanted to remove any trace of what just happened, so no sooner had you walked through the threshold of the den, did Cumulus and Sunshine rush right to your side. Aside from the look on your face and your disheveled state, you’re sure they could smell part of what you had just done. 

They ushered you to a nearby bathroom that was en suite to one of their rooms. “Oh, honey, what happened? Your emotions don’t match…” Sunshine wondered.

Everything started to pour out of you as the Ghoulettes assisted you getting yourself cleaned up. How you’ve come to despise Copia because of the prophecy and Imperator’s games, how your worry about Terzo somehow called in Lucifer who brought you to him, which brought you to Imperator’s office, which led you to try to satiate Copia with an alcove quickie. Something that was in fact an idea you did actually borrow from your time with Terzo, so Copia’s comment, you knew, was premeditated, only fueling your rage even more. The only reason you even came up with that plan was to get him off your trail, so you could go and see Terzo, but he just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Now the image of his pained and despondent expression was burned into your memory. 

“He was here, you know, Papa Terzo,” Cumulus said almost hesitantly. Sunshine nudged her in the ribs, but she waved the other Ghoul off. “He was giving something to Omega. I think it was… It doesn’t matter what it was. He loves you, Tater Tot.”

“I know,” you spoke with a hushed tone, but even that didn’t keep your voice from breaking. “It’s like no matter what we do, we’re destined to hurt each other.”  

Sunshine handed her a pair of black pants that were part of their uniform and a matching black button down shirt. The pants fit perfectly, but the shirt was oversized, so you tied it at your waist. You tossed your hair up into a messy bun, allowing your bangs and stray curls to frame your face perfectly. 

The Ghoulettes nodded at you in approval. “He won’t hate you for what he saw.”

“I don’t think he could hate you if he tried or if Omega’s life depended on it,” Cumulus said, her eyes sparkling. 

You let out a quick breath of a laugh, nodding in agreement. Sunshine put her hand on your shoulder. “Go to him,” she encouraged.

You remembered how he headed back the same direction he had come. It didn’t take long for you to realize that that way, while also leading to the Ghoul’s Den, also led to a side door, which led to a path that went through Primo’s garden. While the path wrapped around the perimeter of the Ministry grounds, not too far off on the outskirts of them was a lone sycamore tree just before the river that was hidden by the neighboring forest. 

For whatever reason, despite its majestic beauty, Siblings never frequented this spot. Rarely anyone sought refuge under its branches. Except Terzo. This was his spot. His place for respite from the troubles which plagued him because of his place in the Ministry. It wasn’t long before it became your spot too. In fact, one of the first times he requested your company, alone, he took you there. Whenever you both ended up at that tree, he was always honest. He was vulnerable. 

If he was anywhere within the Ministry, that was where you knew you would find him.

The gravel crunched under your shoes as you crossed your arms over your chest in an effort to shield yourself from the crisp, autumn air as the setting sun fell with the temperature. Ahead of you, you could just make out a figure sitting under the sycamore tree. A cloud of smoke drifted away, carried by the wind in front of him. There was a moment you almost smiled. Memories of happier times danced into your mind, but they were quickly squashed by the worry of what you would even say when you did reach him. 

Guilt clawed its way into the forefront of your thoughts. You shouldn’t feel guilty for what he saw. Not after what he did to you. Not after you discussed with him the choice you knew you had to make. And yet, there it settled on your conscience like a cinder block. No matter whether you were together or not, it seemed like all you did was hurt each other, sometimes intentionally, sometimes inadvertently. You hated it. All you wanted was for this ordeal to be over. Even if that meant your happiness would be confined to the shadows.

The scent of weed wafted towards you as your footfalls became audible to the man who sat holding a lit joint between his fingers. You didn’t say anything as you sat down next to him, staring ahead at the expanse of nature before you. Wordlessly, he held it out to you, which you took, silently thanking Satan for the mental relief that was moments away. After a couple hits, you went to pass it back, but he just shook his head. It was three quarters of the way gone already, so you took it upon yourself to finish it. Once you snuffed it out, you pulled your knees to your chest, crossing your arms over them for something to rest your chin on.

There were a few beats of silence. Enough time for your lids to feel heavy and your thoughts to quiet slightly. You tried your best to be present in the moment as you listened to the rustling of the dying leaves above you, felt the coolness of the grass underneath you, watched the shadows of the tree dance on the ground in front of you. 

“Did you feel something when you realized it was me…?” Terzo asked you, being the first one to break the silence, his voice cautious and barely above a whisper.

“It was like… this jolt of electricity.”

“Hmm. I felt it too. In my eye. The white one. Wonder what it means…”

“Maybe it was because we have this strong connection, I don’t know,” you guessed with a shrug, but then the obviousness of your statement dawned on you both. 

Slowly your heads turned toward each other. The two of you erupted into laughter, the most either had laughed in days. Laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe, you pressed against him as you leaned to the side. He pushed back into you. You shifted enough so his leg was against your back as you looked up at him, giggles slowly subsiding. The way he looked down at you, a wistful smile on his face, his eyes shining with an amusement you’d almost forgotten as of late, the way his hair fell away from his face… You’d be lying if you claimed it didn’t make your heart skip a beat. 

He closed his eyes, shaking his head, his hair swishing back and forth. “I think you’re onto something, amata mia,” he chuckled. 

“You know, I just have this hunch…” you giggled again. 

He took one of your hands and laced his fingers through yours, staring off in the distance in front of you as he absentmindedly caressed your thumb with his. He let out a heavy sigh, serving as a reminder for the circumstance of the clandestine meeting. 

“I’m sorry you had to… that you saw that…” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze as yours locked on your intertwined hands. 

“Why are you sorry? That’s the least I deserve. It’s karma. It’s karma for something I can never atone for.”

“It’s in the past. It fucking sucked but…” Your eyes closed as you tried to expel your melancholia. “I just wish we could stop hurting each other.”

“I don’t think that’s possible anymore, amore.” You looked up at him again to see how he clenched his jaw as he swallowed. “Tell me how your summoning ritual went,” he murmured.

You couldn’t hide the smile that spread across your face. “I went into the trance and there he was. Started out like a black mist and then slowly got more human-shaped. He said Lilith had sent him. He asked me if I wanted to bond with him and the next thing I know I’m, like, jolted back into my body. And then there he was! I ran right over to him and told Secondo to get him a robe, because he shouldn’t be exposed like that while adjusting to mortality.” While recounting the events to Terzo, you were staring up into the tree, but slowly dragged your eyes to him when you heard a giggle. “What’s so funny? How’s that funny? How would you feel if you were zapped out of your Hell home and thrown into… whatever this is!” You glared at him with half-opened eyes as you lazily, yet emphatically waved your hand around.

“It’s just a very ‘you’ thing to do,” he laughed, shaking his head slightly. “We’ve always given a newly summoned Ghoul their space, approach them slowly and with caution. No one’s ever just ran right up to them.”

“Yeah, because most of the clergy treat them as just ‘The Help’ and forget their human side,” you grumbled.

“I don’t treat my Ghouls like that!” Terzo glaring at you defensively.

“I said ‘most of the clergy.’ Not all. Chill, Stoney Tenerone (big softie),” you reassured with a smirk. He just rolled his eyes. “Anyway, now I know why everyone seemed kind of shocked. So, then we did the blood bond. I spoke to him my way, so I guess that’s also why everyone was shocked. We just kind of went and did the thing… silently. And then I grabbed him and we went to the Ghoul Den and got him his outfits. I got to meet more of the Ghouls and I basically spent all my time with them. Which was perfect because I did not want to deal with Copia.” You wrinkled your nose in disgust.

Terzo scoffed. “Trouble in paradise?”

“1.) Fuck you. 2.) It’s far from paradise. And 3.) He pissed me off.” Terzo raised an eyebrow, wordlessly encouraging you to elaborate. “Well, first he casually dropped the bomb that he knew what was happening to you at the final show after we… made up…” You cleared your throat. “He’s starting to get… possessive. Like– like the power is already going to his head…” Your thoughts drifted for just a moment. Quickly you continued before Terzo got a chance to ask you to explain. “Anyway, the next morning, apparently Imperator told him I needed to make an appearance at breakfast. So, of course, that was the last thing I wanted to do. All I wanted to do was sleep. But noooo. Right as I was about to enter, I kind of clammed up and didn’t want to go in. And you know what he fucking said to me?”

“Something stupid?”

“He compared me walking in there and having everyone’s eyes on me because of whatever they think is going on with me as if it were just like the times when I went in there with my head held high when everyone was whispering about what you were doing behind my back.”

“And you didn’t try to kill him for saying that?”

“Not that time. I just showed him who has more power and that it’s not him. I went and sat in your seat at the clergy table.” You beamed at him triumphantly.

He let out a laugh. “I’m sure Imperator loved that.”

“She told me to move and I just flashed her my eyes and was like ‘I think I’ll stay right here,’” You reenacted, showing him how easily you could switch back and forth from your infernal gaze. “Then he tried to order one of my Ghouls to get him breakfast and I shut that down so fast. He tried to make it seem like I was putting on a show because of what was happening to you, but I basically just said how for once people are gossiping about me and what I’m doing and not whose bed I’m in. That shut him up. Then Secondo saved me by helping me with the ritual prep.”

“So when was the time you wanted to kill Copia?”

“Earlier tonight. He’s getting more… I don’t know. I just don’t fucking trust him. First, he called me la sua diavolessa. Then when I… When we were done… He fucking smirked and was like ‘Oh I see why you were so enamoured with him. Let’s do this again. Go have fun with the Ghouls,” and then used the nickname that they call me! As if it was his to use! It’s fucking not. And the way he fucking knew I got the alcove move from you. Like. He’s just trying to upset me at this point.” You let out your frustration with a heavy exhale through your nose. Suddenly as your train of thought veered slightly from the path it was on, your face softened as you looked up at him. “Hey, do you remember when you asked me if I loved him?”

His brows knitted together, unsure of where you were going with this. He only cautiously nodded in response. 

“I don’t think I ever did. I thought I did, but… He was just giving me what I needed to fill a void. I needed comfort and somehow he was just always… there.” He brushed hair away from your eyes. It was impossible for him to hide the smirk on his face. “Don’t even say it,” you warned with a light tone.

“Say what? That I was right and you would choose me in the end? No, I’d never say something like that,” he teased. “Wait, you saw Lucifer.”

“Speaking of the end of all this… yeah. He mentioned that and how we need to let this play out, let them underestimate the both of us.”

“The both of us?” he reiterated.

“Phantom said the only ones I need to trust are Lilith and Lucifer. It’s us against them, I guess. I sure as shit will never trust Sister Imperator or Copia for that matter…”

“I never did either. Why do you think I didn’t tell anyone about how I… about what I was–”

“I knew it!” you squealed as you bolted upright and turned to face him. “I finally realized that today. Just before I saw Lucifer. I’m sorry I didn’t–”

“No,” he interrupted sternly. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It doesn’t matter if you understand now or not. I should have trusted that you would understand. I should have told you. I never should have–” He stopped himself from continuing. His intake of breath was shaky at best. “There’s a reason she calls herself Imperator,” he snarled. 

“She wants all the control. She… she knows more than she lets on.” Just then, as cliche as it was, a lightbulb went off in your head. “Hey, how did you even think to start looking into the prophecy?”

“Porca puttana!” he growled. “When we first started being intimate, I noticed the mark on your back. I looked up the mark of Lilith, but there was nothing about a prophecy. Until… Our summer holiday. You were in the pool. Sister stood next to me and said something about your birthmark. I responded by saying it was almost as if you had her mark. Within days after getting back, somehow there were texts on my desk that led me to the prophecy. She knew. That bitch fucking knew.”

“She knew you’d get obsessed with it, didn’t she?”

Terzo nodded. “She knew the whole fucking time! Cazzo, and here I was thinking keeping it from everyone was the safe way to do it.”

“How much do you think she knows? How much does Copia know? Fuck. Fuck! Are we still in the dark? Do they know more than us?!” Your voice started to rise with your panic.

Terzo rotated at his torso, putting both hands on your shoulders to turn you towards him. “Listen to me. Lucifer showed himself to you–”

“Yeah and he showed himself to Copia, too. That doesn’t make me–” You cut off Terzo, but he did the same to you.

“Yes, it does. You are special, amata. They chose you.”

Your brows furrowed, realization flashing across your face. With a distant voice, you spoke as if you were trying to convince yourself that these words were true, “He… Lucifer said that it’s because of me they’ll be able to achieve so much…” 

“See?” he said in a hushed tone, moving his hands up to cradle your face. His thumbs brushed soothingly along your cheeks. You couldn’t help but let your eyes close as you leaned into his touch. Resting his forehead on yours he continued, “Believe in yourself, like He does, like I do, like I always have.”

Worry pulled at your eyes as you gently pushed him back enough to look at him. “This kind of shit doesn’t come without a price, even I know that. I just have such a horrible feeling this isn’t going to end well. No matter what we do. I don’t think…” your voice cracked, rendering you unable to speak the words that danced on your lips.

“Nothing is going to keep me from you. Niente.” You nodded in agreement as he pushed himself back, turning so his back was against the tree. He widened his legs, “Vieni (come here),” he beckoned. 

You maneuvered yourself around, scooting up so that your back was flush against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder. Crossing your arms over his, you intertwined your fingers together.

Out of nowhere, your upper body started to shake from the way you were laughing. After teasingly kissing your neck, he drawled, “What’s so funny, amata?”

You moved your head to the side, craning your neck away from him. “Secondo told me how there are ways to keep this a secret. We just have to both be willing and, uh, I think he said we have to just be clever and cunning about it too.” 

“Hmm, davvero (really)?” he murmured, pulling you even closer as he constricted his arms around you while nuzzling into your neck. 

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed in agreement as he started to leave a trail of kisses up the side of your neck. You sighed, turning your head as you leaned back as when he neared your jaw. Bringing your hand up to his face as his lips met yours. When his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, your hand slid behind his head as you let him in. You could feel the vibrations in his chest from his quiet moan against your back after you tethered your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and started to pull.

Swiftly, you broke away from the kiss and turned yourself so you were facing him, knees on either side of his hips, straddling him. You grabbed his face, holding him gently in your hands as you leaned down to kiss him with a higher intensity than before. His hands fisted the linen fabric of your shirt at your waist. It didn’t take long for you to start grinding your hips down and against his, but he let go of your shirt to push back your hips. 

It wasn’t until he broke away from the kiss did you fully realize he was stopping you. You eyed him curiously. “What’s… wrong?” you spoke slowly, trying to find your words between the high you still felt and the daze from the kiss. 

“Amore,” he looked up at you, his eyes pleading, “we can’t–”

“No, we shouldn’t.” You leaned back in and started to kiss his neck.  “Can’t and shouldn’t… are two… different things,” you muttered in between continuous kisses.

His hands moved up your arms to your shoulders where he gently pushed you back again. Your hands slid down to his chest. His eyes were watered down with sadness. He shook his head.

You pushed back to get a better look at him. Your lips parted in disbelief and disappointment. “Why?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. “Is it because of the tree?”

“Wh-what? No? Wait, what kind of spell do you think I cast over this tree?”

“People can’t, ya know, do stuff under it?”

He sighed, shaking his head at you. He wanted his demeanor to remain serious, but he couldn’t help but crack a small smile at you. “No, amore. Wait, how high are you? We’ve ‘done stuff’ here on more than one occasion. It’s not that you can’t lie with another under this tree, but that you can’t lie to another. Very simple misunderstanding I never bothered to correct to ensure Siblings avoided this area… ” he chortled. 

“How the hell could I forget?” you giggled as you dropped your head into your palm. “Hey, wait!” you exclaimed, snapping your head up to glare at him. “So, now you don’t want me? What the fuck, Terzo! Who knows if we’ll get this chance again before the ascension or what’s even going to happen after it!?”

“If we go through with this, I’m not… I don’t know if I’ll be able to hide it, to hide from you.”

“Or you just don’t want to be kept a secret. Terzo, you’re gonna have to figure it out if we’re gonna make this work.”

He blinked at you. “Che..?” When it sunk in what you were saying, he moved to get out from under you. You followed suit as he stood up. “No. No! Don’t tell me you’ve had a change of heart.”

“I could– I will never love Copia the way that I love you. Fuck, I can’t even lie to you here! I already told you I never loved Copia, that it was never like that! It was never like what we have!”

“I can’t. I can’t risk losing you.”

“You won’t. I’m willing– I want to make this work. Even if we have to hide it. You’re the one I want, Terzo.”

“I’m the one you want,” he scoffed. “Yeah, you want me, but you won’t fucking choose me!”

“You know why I can’t. I told you already! My hands are tied! I have to see this through the way They want– the way Lucifer wants.”

“I don’t give a fuck what Lucifer wants!” he yelled, throwing his arms up in the air as he moved past you. You were quicker though, grabbing his arm and pulling him back to face you.

“This is bigger than us. Bigger than our relationship,” you said, your jaw clenched as you tried to fight the raging fire that was threatening to consume you from the inside out. “Terzo, I love you. It’s always been you.”

“But you’re his now,” he muttered. He kept his voice low in an attempt to keep it from cracking, but you could hear the tremble that he couldn’t hide.

“He’s the only one that thinks that.” You let go of his arm only to take his hand in yours. “Terzo, please,” you begged.

He moved his arm in a circular motion, breaking free from your hold and took a step away from you. “Don’t. Don’t do this to me,” he warned. His voice cracked as he couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in his eyes. 

You stepped towards him, your hand outstretched. He shook his head, hair falling to cover his eyes. A tear cascaded down his cheek. “Don’t,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, before he stormed back towards the Ministry. 

Your face dropped as you watched him flee. You couldn’t call out to him; you didn’t know what to say. Any possible word, even his name, died in your throat. Tears now pricked your own eyes. Backing up, you shook your head, and kept going until your back hit the sycamore behind you. Slowly you slid down along the rough bark. Without taking your eyes off his retreating form, he soon blurred from the tears that began to fall in rapid succession. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you broke down. 

Suddenly you felt warmth beside you. You looked up to see Phantom putting his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Turning to bury your face in his shirt, you sobbed.

There was no comfort in knowing you would laugh in the face of those who think they hold the power, in knowing that somehow eventually you would be standing beside the one you loved. It didn’t matter that Lucifer himself was the one that told you this information. All of that was in the future, a future so unclear and shrouded in a fog so thick, it might as well be nonexistent. Right now, all you were left with was the overwhelming feeling of your heart breaking, over and over again.

part xii | part xiv

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haggis  befstock,  dorm  supervisor  and  certified  body  rocker 28th  april,  2025. title:  lol  check  this  out

kittens  &  lambchops,

thanks  a  lot  for  checking  in  when  i  was  in  the  infirmary  with  MONO  you  SICK  FUCKS!!!  i  let  you  keep  your  weird,  non  -  service  pets  (  looking  at  the  teacup  pig  being  hosted  in  the  lavender  suites  -  you  know  who  you  are  ),  let  the  janitor  know  when  you've  clogged  the  pipes  with  your  non  -  biodegradable  toiletries  ...  i  only  snag  one  joint  per  room  check  as  my  lordly  tax,  and  you  can't  even  send  a  little  get  well  soon  message?  balloons?  what's  a  guy  gotta  do  to  get  some  fucking  FLOWERS  OVER  HERE!

anyways.  anyways.  i'm  not  mad.  i'm  not  bitter.  my  therapist  and  i  already  worked  through  this.  i'm  beautiful,  i'm  hung,  i'm  going  to  pass  my  midterms,  the  sexy  medieval  linocut  theory  TA  is  going  to  text  me  back.  affirmations  are  important.  make  sure  you're  doing  yours!  some  of  you  need  them.  bad.

anyways,  again,  because  i'm  not  mad,  and  i'm  not  bitter,  and  i  know  none  of  you  look  at  the  campus  fliers  unless  they  feature  pawprints  and  a  sad,  flared  -  nostriled  baby  -  man  (  did  they  ever  find  him  btw?  anyone  have  his  number  lmao?  )  -  i've  taken  the  GREAT  LIBERTY,  the  KINDNESS,  etc.  etc.  to  forward  the  local  activities  &  events  happening  this  week  and  going  into  may.  they're  all  in  bath  &  the  cotswold,  and  some  are  even  ON  CAMPUS!  wow!  yippee!  i've  also  looked  deep  into  the  depths  of  my  slow  -  thawing  heart  and  decided  to  let  you  guys  in  onto  some  of  our,  like  ...  less  recognized  events.  functions,  if  you  will.  wink  wink,  nudge  nudge.  don't  be  fucking  loud  about  it!

for  our  lea  micheles,  i've  attached  an  additional,  audio  -  only  operatic  rendition  of  the  events  already  attached  below.  they  don't  call  me  the  next  lin  manuel  miranda  for  nothing.

hugs  and  kisses  xx

hi  lovebugs  !  with  the  current  &  upcoming  busyness  of  both  our  admins  &  members,  i  thought  it'd  be  a  good  idea  to  host  a  few  mini  events  while  we  wait  for  our  beloveds'  returns.  these  have  no  time  frame,  no  start  or  end  date  (  yet  ),  and  are  fully  optional  !  these  are  just  meant  to  serve  as  settings  &  potential  plot  points,  fun  activities  to  switch  things  up  for  your  muses,  etc.  below  the  read  -  more  will  be  everything  featured  this  "month".  enjoy  and  have  fun  !

BATH & PALLADIAN.

RABBITHOLE — battle of the bands. may 30th & 31st.

at  the  end  of  the  month  is  rabbithole's  annual,  local,  and  highly  anticipated  battle  of  the  bands,  where  musicians  from  all  genres  step  forward  to  show  off  their  very  best.  it  isn't  a  career  -  changer  by  any  means,  but  the  prizes  range  from  a  hefty  sum  of  cash,  a  night  of  free  drinks,  and  -  this  is  just  a  rumor  -  a  bottle  of  real,  genuine,  authentic  absinthe  from  rabbithole's  secret  cellar.  the  first  band  bracket  will  perform  friday  evening,  and  those  who  make  it  through  will  battle  in  the  final  saturday  night.

CAFE MARTA — how to sour your dough. april 30th.

this  upcoming  wednesday  is  cafe  marta's  very  first  sourdough  baking  class!  intended  for  beginners  but  bound  to  be  overtaken  by  so  -  called  experts  wishing  to  peacock  their  talents,  this  is  a  simple  class  that'll  start  by  teaching  you  how  to  feed  your  own  sourdough  starter,  and  end  with  you  baking  your  very  first  bread!  all  doughs,  ingredient  additions,  and  baking  tools  will  be  provided  by  cafe  marta.

BOOK STEW — comedy & tragedy night. may 16th.

in  a  sick  attempt  to  overtake  rabbithole's  poetry  night,  book  stew  is  featuring  their  own  night  of  laughter  and  misery,  of  heartache  and  ear  ...  ache.  fully  intended  to  be  a  night  of  poetry,  of  dramatics,  of  earnest,  heart  -  wrenching  confessions  of  love  ...  naturally,  amateur  comics  were  bound  to  step  forth  and  use  the  present  crowd  as  their  own  test  subjects.  this  is  the  happy  medium  -  you  will  laugh,  you  will  cry,  sometimes  you  will  do  both  -  and  you'll  wish  you  took  that  other  half  of  the  edible.

THE AMPHITHEATRE — drunk ( musical ) theater. may 10th.

hark!  the  musical  theater  majors  have  taken  over  the  amphitheatre!  starting  at  a  strong  5pm  and  lasting  well  into  the  night,  is  one  -  step  above  karaoke.  students  are  welcomed  down  to  the  amphitheatre  to  demonstrate  their  musical  prowess  as  the  theater  department  leads  several  musicals  (  and  even  a  play  or  two!  )  into  absolute  madness.  buckets  are  supplied,  liquid  iv  is  passed  around  -  and  designated  drivers  are  on  -  call.

ST. CUTHBERT AUDITORIUM — school - wide safe sex assembly. may 5th.

you  naughty  naughty  lambs.  open  to  all  students,  not  just  langston  and  not  just  palladian  -  but  every  student  studying  beneath  st.  cuthbert's  roof  are  required  to  attend  this  school  -  wide  assembly  on  safe  sex  and  sti  prevention.  free  (  as  always!  )  testing  will  be  provided  immediately  after,  and  each  student  will  receive  a  goodie  bag  featuring  condoms,  dental  dams,  and  informational  pamphlets.

THE COURTYARD — meteor shower viewing & party. may 20th.

every  student  is  invited  tuesday  night  to  view  a  once  -  in  -  a  -  decade  meteor  shower  in  palladian's  courtyard.  every  light  on  campus  will  be  turned  off  for  full  visibility  of  the  stars,  and  it's  highly  encouraged  that  students  bring  their  own  blankets,  chairs,  drinks,  and  snacks.  please  keep  in  mind  it  is  a  school  night,  and  that  professors,  TAs,  etc.  will  be  invited  alongside  students  as  this  is  a  highly  anticipated  event  for  our  astronomy  lovers.

PALLADIO & HOLLAND HALL — dormitory party & following consequences. may 3rd.

the  prophecy  is  as  follows:  on  friday  night,  four  dorm  parties  spread  between  palladio  and  holland  will  turn  floor,  no,  building  -  wide.  the  walls  will  shake  with  the  vibrations  of  bass,  the  stench  of  liquor  will  drift  beneath  every  door,  an  emergency  meeting  between  professors  will  occur  the  following  monday  to  discuss  the  party  -  culture  that's  overtaken  campus  -  and  the  dormitories  will  flood.  a  great,  trembling  wave  will  burst  from  the  pipes,  old  and  outdated,  and  course  down  the  corridors.  for  the  next  week,  students  will  be  camping  out  in  the  courtyards,  solarium,  the  forum  -  castle  fell  itself.

THE COTSWOLDS & CASTLE FELL.

FRIDAY PRODUCE MARKETS & DAIRY SHOP — cow - takeover & impromptu petting zoo. may 23rd.

today,  nature  fights  back.  what  starts  out  as  a  regular  morning  at  the  market  becomes  a  cow  -  stampede  as  old  man  cabbersley's  fence  breaks  down  in  the  middle  of  night  and  wickham-on-heath  is  overtaken  by  livestock.  mostly  cows,  and  then  sheep  -  and  then  goats,  oh  god,  the  goats  ...  of  course,  the  townsfolk  will  call  it  a  happy  accident  and  sell  their  produce  to  passing  students  to  feed  to  the  animals.

THE LAMB AND THE FLAG — traffic - light party & speed dating. may 11th.

sunday  evening,  students  are  welcomed  to  the  lamb  and  the  flag  to  partake  in  a  single's  mingle  night,  split  into  two  segments.  one  half  of  the  pub  will  be  dedicated  to  speed  dating,  a  quick  two  -  minute  rotation  of  singles  (  or  perceived  single  )  as  matchmaking  cards  are  filled  out.  the  other  half  will  be  dedicated  to  a  less  -  intense  stoplight  party  where  bracelets  will  be  passed  around  to  indicate  relationship  status.  green  for  single  &  looking,  yellow  for  it's  complicated  or  they're  not  quite  opposed,  and  red  for  taken  &  disinterested.

DOGWOOD BLOSSOMS — stolen flower cart quest. april 30th.

it  is  a  misty  morning  as  you  approach  dogwood  blossoms;  the  light  is  still  on,  a  blurred  thing  in  the  fog.  it  is  warm;  and  the  scent  of  gardenias  is  near  -  overwhelming.  there;  the  door  opens  -  and  out  hobbles  lillian  hayes,  a  crunch  of  leaves  beneath  her  cane  and  a  fire  in  her  eyes.  those  goddamn  hooligans.  those  no  -  good  kids.  those  damned  students.  someone  has  stolen  lillian  hayes'  flower  cart  -  and  it's  up  to  YOU  to  find  it.  students  may  assemble  small  teams  to  look  high  and  low  for  the  cart.  the  reward  is  a  secret,  not  -  to  -  be  sold  item  from  her  shop.

FRANKLIN & BROWN ANTIQUES — weekend oddities pop - up. may 13th.

thanks  to  the  oddities  &  curiosities  expo  happening  in  bristol,  franklin  &  brown  is  happy  to  announce  their  very  own  pop  -  up  for  locals  &  students  who  are  interested  in  the  morbid  and  macabre.  featuring  wet  specimen,  taxidermy,  and  haunted  items  -  especially  dolls!  -  there  is  something  for  everyone,  if  everyone's  a  little  bit  ...  weird.

WICKHAM-ON-HEATH PARK & BEACH — local regatta. may 25th.

featuring  historically  -  accurate  boats  from  the  regency  era  comes  wickham-on-heath's  annual  regatta.  everyone  is  invited  to  partake  in  the  event;  a  competitive  rowing  competition  that  will  span  the  length  of  local  lake.  there  will  be  finger  foods  and  tea  provided,  as  well  as  encouragement  to  bring  your  best  picnic  blankets  &  baskets.  after  the  competition,  swan  boat  rides  will  be  provided  as  the  sun  sets.

THE RUINS — secret "beltane" celebration & bonfire. may 1st.

you  receive  the  invite  beneath  your  door  in  the  middle  of  the  night;  a  coffee  -  stained  parchment  meant  to  resemble  something  old  and  ancient.  it  smells  of  dirt  and  fire;  it  promises  music  and  dance,  drinks  and  merriment.  when  you  arrive  -  it's  just  that.  an  imitation  of  beltane,  on  a  much  smaller  scale;  a  great  bonfire  roars  in  the  middle  of  the  ruins,  with  tinier  fires  on  the  outskirts.  shrooms  are  encased  in  palm  at  entrance.  the  students  are  barely  clothed,  stripped  down  to  their  underwear  as  they  run  and  dance  and  drink  and  laugh.

CASTLE FELL — castle takeover. may 26th.

how  dare  langston  students  encroach  on  their  territory?  on  their  college  -  on  their  classes,  their  common  rooms?  enough  is  enough.  today,  palladians  storm  castle  fell.  today  -  castle  fell  ...  will  fall.  students  from  the  arts  college  come  in  waves  towards  the  langston  dormitories,  with  balloons  of  water  and  paint,  with  honey  and  feather,  with  eggs  and  ladybugs  by  the  thousands.  may  26th  parks  the  beginning  of  the  prank  war  between  langston  &  palladian.

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The Best

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, age regression, self-indulgent fic

Amber came home from her shift to you sitting in front of the TV. You were watching Sesame Street, so she knew you were regressed. “Hi, baby.” She came up to you and sat down. You were laying with your head on a cushion at the end of the couch and pretty much sprung to sit upright once you heard her voice. “Hi, mama.” Your face lit up when you saw her. She smiled back, and gave you a hug, “How ya doing?” 

“Okay.” You muttered.

“Good, I’m gonna go change my clothes then I’ll be right back, hm?”

“Okay.” You said again, letting go of her. You grab the remote and went to watch Barney and Friends instead. When Amber returned, you clung onto her again. “You really want hugs, don’t you?” Amber asked rhetorically, brushing the hair out of your eyes. You only nodded, then she asked if you wanted her to do your hair, you agreed so she went to get your hairbrush and some hairties. It was quiet for awhile until, “What do you want for dinner?”

“Nuggies?” You asked hopefully.

“How about some mac and cheese, too? Would you like that?” 

“No.” You declined that offer, sulking. But your eyes were sad, she could see that.

“Just the nuggets, then?” Amber asked to confirm. Once you nodded your head, she stepped into the kitchen to pop some of those onto a tray and into the oven. She came back to you immediately after that, “Come here.” Amber guided you to lay your head in her lap but you would very much rather sit in her lap instead, or cling onto her.

“Okay, okay. C��mon.” She chuckled, squishing your cheeks, “You’re okay, you’re alright.” You sat in her lap, legs bracketing either side of her hips while your chin rested on her shoulder. “And how do you watch Barney like this, baby?” Amber laughed, rubbing your back.

She slid off the couch and sat on the floor so you could see the TV, and she faced the wall instead. “There, now you can watch TV.” 

“Thank you.” You mumbled softly.

“Of course, baby.” She spotted the plush pile on the floor and reached over to grab one of them for you. “I got you, hm? You’re safe here.” Amber could barely feel that nod as you took the Abby Cadabby plush out of her hand. But at least you were communicating. Somewhat. And then you smacked the plush on her head and giggled. “Hey!” She warned jokingly, then Amber couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sowwie.” 

Well, now Amber’s grabbed your Elmo plush and used his hand to lightly swat your head with it. She snickered, letting you have that plushie too before resuming the calming motions of her palm going up and down your back. “Don’t fall asleep, baby. We need to eat dinner in a bit.” Amber reminded.

“Okay, mama.” You muttered, Elmo landed onto the floor with a soft thud. Abby was still your ultimate favourite. Well…and Barney. But that was a different show altogether. 

“What’d you do today?”

“I come home.” You began, “And— and I nap.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” She pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I was mad.” You continued, “Then…then I cry. People are mean.” 

“I know, lovebug. It’s okay, don’t care about those people. Yeah? I’ve got you now. No one’s gonna hurt you.”

The oven dinged a little while later. So Amber slipped you off her lap to get the food plated. “You want any dipping sauces?”

You hummed in thought, “Ketchup?”

“Ketchup? Okay, baby.” 

Dinner was…quiet. Apart from the sounds coming from the show you were watching, neither of you talked. Until you pushed away your half-eaten plate of chicken nuggets and french fries. “You okay?”

“…’m full.” 

Amber’s brows knit together in worry, this was a typical portion for you. And you weren’t showing any signs of being unwell. “My tummy hurts.” You managed to tell her. 

“Where?” She asked softly, “Show me.” 

“Here.” You motioned to your lower abdomen, which told her it was your period cramps…once she realised the date. 

“Did you change your—”

You nodded, “Yeah.” 

“That’s good, honey. Good job.” Amber smiled at you endearingly, “After dinner I’ll rub that oil on your stomach for you, okay? The one that feels warm.”

“Okay.” You mumbled, staring at your plate as though debating whether or not to eat anymore. 

“Don’t force yourself to eat, baby. It’s alright, just leave it. Watch your show.” 

“Can I have water, mama?”

“Of course, one second.” Amber got up from the floor quickly to pour you some water in your sippy cup.

“Thank you.” You answered shyly, grabbing it with both hands.

“You’re welcome.” Amber sat back down to finish off her dinner and yours. In the meantime, you leaned onto her while your eyes were glued to the TV screen. You felt her free hand going up and down your back once again, and your body relaxed further. After Amber was done washing the dishes, you were also done with watching TV. It was getting late. 

“Let’s go to our room, hm? C’mon, baby.” Amber held out a hand for you to grab then she pulled you up after you had taken a stuffed toy with you.

“Can we get a doggie?” You asked out of the blue.

“A dog?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, walking into the bedroom with Amber. She shut the door behind herself after entering. You crawled under the covers and she followed suit. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded in agreement then happily walked away to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Amber did too. About the dog, she’ll discuss it with you after you have gotten out of this headspace.

“You sleepy, honey?”

You shook your head, washing your toothbrush and rinsing out your mouth. “Want me to read you a book?”

“No.” You sulked, crawling back into bed.

“Hey, c’mon.” She sat before you, holding your face in her hands. You only stared back at her, scared of saying anything because you felt like the tears were going to fall if you did. Soon, you began to seem frustrated to her. And you were, you didn’t get why you felt like crying and hated crying. And what did you do next? You laid down and faced away from her.

“Honey.” Amber sighed softly, rubbing your back, “Lay on me, honey.” 

“I don’t wanna.” You swallowed thickly, a painful lump forming in your throat. You were also getting angry at yourself, for wanting to cry. You shouldn’t be crying. Amber didn’t think that way, though. She just wanted you to be okay, even if that means letting you cry it out. Even if she didn’t exactly know what was bothering you at that moment, she just lets it happen then understood it later— if you managed to talk to her about it, that is. Otherwise…the matter would just be forgotten because it wouldn’t be bothering you anymore.

Amber didn’t insist that you should lay on her after hearing you say that. She just let you be, there was no point insisting and making you more upset. But a few minutes later, you had turned back around and scooted closer to her, wanting to be held. Again, no questions asked, just held you close.

“…’m sorry.” You mumbled.

“No, no. It’s okay, baby.” She assured and you fell asleep soon after that, finally feeling at ease in her arms instead of forcing yourself not to let her comfort you.

————

The next morning, Amber made pancakes for breakfast in the shape of little hearts. Safe to say that you loved them. “Can I have whipped creammmm?” You asked excitedly.

“Sure.” She chuckled at your excitement, “You want chocolate chips?”

You nodded eagerly, picking one of the small pancakes up and taking a bite, “Fruit?”

“Grapes?” Amber suggested, standing by the fridge and grabbing the door handle.

You shook your head, giggling, “Blueberriessss.” 

Amber squinted, “I hope you didn’t sneak too much syrup. But I’m glad you’re in a good mood.” She sprayed on the whipped cream, dropped some chocolate chips on your plate and put some rinsed blueberries on the side.

“Can we watch Barneyyyyyy?”

“Okayyyy. I’ll go turn the TV on.” She mimicked your tone, making you laugh harder. While she had her back turned, you grabbed the bottle of maple syrup and poured some more of it onto your stack of pancakes— and some into your mouth…right as she turned around. Amber gasped, eyes going wide, “Oh you cheeky little—”

You put the bottle down, giving her a sheepish smile and swallowing that bit of syrup in your mouth. “No more syrups.” Amber decided and put the maple syrup away. “Aw.” You sulked, eating a forkful of the practically sugar covered pancake, “Can I have sprinkles?”

Amber was trying so hard not to smile, or laugh. You were cute, sure, but she couldn’t have you get your way all the time. Especially with something like that. Consuming that much sugary stuff was a no-go. “You want sprinkles?” Amber bit back a grin. “Yeah.” 

“Okay.” She turned around, grabbing the bottle of sprinkles from the pantry and gave you a single piece of it. On your finger. “There, sprinkle.”

“I have tennnn fingerssss.” You said dramatically, “Put one on each!”

“No, baby.” Amber cracked a smile, messing with your hair. “C’mon let’s finish up breakfast in front of the TV.” Amber moved over to the couch, you didn’t. You stayed at the dining table, sulking and pouting, your half-eaten plate of food forgotten about. “Mama, pweaseeee.” 

“No, baby.” Amber answered firmly, “That’s too much sugar for a day.” You stared into space for a few minutes before slowly continuing with your meal, not even watching the show that Amber’s started for you on the TV— which you requested. She was the one watching it as her Saturday morning mealtime entertainment while you finished up your food without saying a word. She knew you’d do that, was not the first time.

After breakfast, you literally followed her everywhere, both pointer fingers poking her hips. “Mama.” 

You kept repeating, “Mama.”

“Mhm?” She asked after a little while. “You’re a little clingy, aren’t you? Still not giving you any sprinkles today though.” Only when she responded did you stop talking. She feels your cheek smushed up against her back, your arms now hugging her from behind. Amber couldn’t help but smile to herself, this was sweet. 

“I love you.” You chuckled.

“Aw.” Amber smiled, “I love you too, hermosa.” 

“Can you colour with me?” You asked.

“Of course, baby. Let’s go have some fun, hm? Dishes are done.” She turned around, holding onto your hand as you both walked into the living area again. You scurry to grab the colouring book and crayons from the cupboard, Amber sat on the floor waiting by the coffee table. You picked out a page while she poured out the crayons, the TV still playing your requested show which you watched every few minutes. 

“You have syrup on your cheek, sweetie.” Amber noticed, laughing lightly as she swiped it off with her thumb. Yeah, she definitely had some on the back of her pyjamas because you had hugged her with your cheeks squished against her. 

You just looked at her and chuckled, happily colouring in the page. Amber got up to wash her hands, then asked if you wanted a snack. You said no, but she got herself something anyway, and you some water to drink. “Drink some water.” Amber nudged, and thankfully you chugged some without fussing, “Good girl.” 

You set your cup down and Amber snuck a kiss to your cheek while you least expected it. You froze and then giggled, “It tickles.” But she kept kissing you all over your face, you dropped your crayons and squealed. “You’re so cute, I could bite you.” Amber joked and playfully chomped your cheek. You gasped, as though offended, “Heeey.” 

“Are you having fun?” She asked, deciding to stop messing with you.

“Mhm.” You nodded, eyes focused on the colouring sheet before you abruptly pressed a kiss onto Amber’s cheek then went back to colouring as if nothing happened. 

Amber eased you into her lap, arms wrapped around you securely as she pressed a kiss to your cheek. You turned around to glance at her, nose scrunched up cutely. “You deserve everything good in this world.” Amber said, chin resting on your shoulder. 

You then turned around completely, just gazing into her eyes, a curious expression on your face. “Yes, you do. Everything.”

A soft smile tugs at your lips, and you hugged Amber tightly out of gratitude. She rubbed your back, “You’ll always have me, right by your side. No matter where life takes us, sometimes things are gonna be tough but we come home and nothing else matters, am I right?” Amber got a little teary eyed, so that’s where she stopped.

You nodded, all smiles— she could hear it in your voice, “You’re the best mama, Amber. Thank you.” 

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