#lulu needs some serious help

[weevmo]

Who ordered the Corduroy Stew?

[moonlitstoriess]

A Moment Away- Lucien Vanserra x Fem!Reader

Decided to write a cute/romantic little fanfic about Lulu because my boy deserves all the love🧡☺️

Y/n loved her job as a craftsman. Creating beautiful and intricate items, from paintings to jewelry, made her feel the happiest. Selling them to people or giving her mate these items when he goes to act as a diplomat in some court makes her feel quite valued too. She couldn't even count how many times her mate would come back from his trip, beyond happy and grateful to her because the individual he was meant to impress and create an alliance with fell in love with her craftsmanship.

Y/n also loved her workshops, her lessons that she would give to higher fae and after the war, to lesser fae with no charge. Feyre, the High Lady of the Night Court, even came to her workshops multiple times, praising her work and even sending y/n some paintings of her own too. Safe to say, Y/n was glad to have so many supporters and lovers of her work, including the high lady.

But sometimes, her motivation to create would cease to exist. Those days were the worst because she would feel her lowest. Unskilled, not special, not smart or talented. When that would happen, she wouldn't work or cheer up for the next couple of days, weeks, even.

But there was only one something or rather someone, who could bring her motivation back. Her handsome, funny, loving, charming, beyond clumsy and sometimes awkward mate, Lucien Vanserra. Y/n doesn't remember a day when Lucien wouldn't praise or shower her in love and affection. From morning till evening, Lucien will always find a way to show his admiration and care.

From the moment they accepted their mating bond two beautiful years ago, y/n and her mate had grown inseperable. Madly in love. It was this very same love that always caused her to feel beyond saddened whenever Lucien had to leave. His job as a diplomat, an emissary, required him to always be on the move. And y/n understood it, she really did. After all, it is thanks to his work that they are able to live so comfortably. It is thanks to his serious work ethic that Rhsand gave them a bigger home in Velaris for whenever they visit. And it is thanks to his and her work that they now have a comfortable house in the outskirts of the forest, near a lake, close to the human lands, and the wall from where he can also easily contact with Jurien and Vassa.

But it didn't help that each time after he left, y/n was feeling emotional. She grew so close with him that they were basically inseperable now. Even though he would shower her with kisses, cuddles, romantic intimate moments the night before, it would still fail to be enough.

So imagine the surprise on y/n's face when she came back home one day from her workshop and found a basket of some of her favorite flowers and a small note saying:

Come to the lake, my sunshine.

Y/n was shocked. Two days earlier, Lucien had written her that he would be home in a week but this.....he is home early. There were no more words, but there didn't need to be. She could almost hear the warmth in his voice, feel the promise in those few words. A small smile tugged at her lips, and for the first time that day, a sliver of hope broke through the clouds of her mood.

She made her way to the lake, the path lit by the soft glow of twilight. The cool evening breeze played with her hair, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. The familiar sights and sounds of the forest calmed her nerves, the rhythmic rustling of leaves underfoot grounding her.

When she reached the lake, the sight before her took her breath away. A blanket was spread out on the grass, and atop it, an array of food—bread, cheese, fresh fruit, and a bottle of wine, all carefully laid out. The beautiful view of the sun setting over the horizon, casting its gentle glow over the whole area, added to the beauty of it all. But....there was no Lu-

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, her mates honey-like sultry voice coming from right beside her ear.

"You came,"

“How could I not?” she replied, her own smile growing by the minute as y/n leaned her head back onto his chest, allowing him to kiss her cheek. “But you, came early.”

Lucien chuckled as he turned her to face him, y/n's hands coming upwards to hold him by the neck as they smiled at one another.

"I missed you dearly, each moment without you was like torture. Had to come see you."

Y/n chuckled lightly as she said, "Lu, you can't just leave your duties for me."

Lucien scoffed as he leaned his head down, "Of course I can. You are my mate, nothing or no one is ever more important to me than you."

And before she could reply, he was kissing her with so much love and passion, as if trying to convey his feelings through this act.

She laughed fullheartedly once they seperated, tilting her head backwards as Lucien gently swayed them with a smile covering his face. Watching his mate be so free and happy made him feel happy.

After a little while, he gently took her hand and led her towards the small blanket sitting down and bringing her with him. As y/n got comfortable on his lap, playing with the small bracelet she gifted him on his wrist, and they stared into the beautiful view, she heard him say,

"Your presence is the forgotten melody that makes my heart sing in a language only we understand."

Y/n turned her head to look at him, their gazes meeting. "And you are the magic that makes every note of my heart's song feel like a new beginning."

Lucien smiled before leaning in to kiss her once more, this time gently. And then, her layed down, causing her to also fall back with a small gasp and a giggle.

They talked as they ate, sharing stories of their day, venting frustrations, and exchanging quiet laughter. The food was delicious, but it was the company that truly nourished her. Being with Lucien, feeling his warmth beside her, hearing his voice—these were the things that mattered, that made everything else fade into insignificance.

As the night deepened, they lay back on the blanket, gazing up at the stars. The moon cast a silver glow over the lake, turning the water into a shimmering mirror. Lucien’s hand found hers, their fingers intertwining.

“You know,” he said softly, his voice filled with a tenderness that made her heart ache, “no matter how tough the day is, knowing I have you to come back to makes it all worth it.”

She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his. “And I’ll always be here,” she promised. “Whenever you need me, I’ll be right here.”

Lucien smiled, a quiet, content smile that spoke of unspoken promises and endless tomorrows. “I love you, and I will also be there for you. Always.” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, her heart full. “I love you too,” she replied, her voice steady and sure. 

In that moment, beneath the vast expanse of stars, with the world fading away around them, they were all that mattered. No more worries, no more frustrations—just the two of them, together, bound by love and whispered promises.

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A/n: Hope you guys enjoyed reading this. It's not proofread so sorry for any grammatical mistakes:))

[raihann1]

𓈒⟡₊🦇HALLOWEEN SERIES BABYSITTING CHILDREN CREEPS WITH?✶.˚

PROMPT: 2 Characters: Jeff, Sally, Lazari

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"FUCK!" Jeff screamed

"Do we have a problem?" (You got a bone to pick? Okay am done :c)

Slenderman sighed as he stared at the both of you.

"I just need you to babysit the children, it should not be that hard." They said crossing their long arms.

"Yeah but why him?!" You said glaring at Jeff who glared back.

"He's the only one avaliable right now. Now so help me and sort it together! Dismissed." His tone was serious and that meant it was final, no arguing. ---------------------------- "Y/N, Jeff!" Sally's upbeat tone caught their attention.

"Lazari and I are playing house! Come play with us!" Jeff grimaced while Y/N shurgged and joined them.

"So, lets set roles!" Sally said happily while Lazari quietly nodded smiling softly.

"We'll be sisters and Jeff can b-" she was rudely cut off.

"The badass uncle, am not being the father." He said flipping his knife around.

"I guess.. I'll be the older sister/brother?" Y/N said.

"So its settled!" Sally said and dragged all of them into a big room where there were 4 beds. One for sally, lucy, lazari and LuLu.

"Ahem!" Sally began "Lazari and I will be attending a tea party! Now.. we must invite big sibling Y/N and.. uh the creepy uncle Jeff."

Jeff looked offended.

"Ah yes, uh.. I will bring the tea!" Lazari said scurrying away quickly.

She returned back with a pink tea pot with a uncanny smile and a top that opened. Sally got 4 cups and a few fake cookies.

"Alright! We can now start!" Sally said beaming.

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"HANDS UP BITCHES!" not only 10 minutes later Jeff had a toy gun and pretended to shoot the imaginary guests.

"Oh no! Crazy uncle is going insane!" Sally said and tugged on Y/Ns clothes.

"Big sibling will help!" She handed y/n a nerf gun.

"Standoff!" They said smirking as the two children looked up intrested.

"Wait!" Sally dashed off and grabbed a bowl of candy and came back and handed lazari some gummy worms which she left untouched.

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"Playing hero huh?" Jeff said mocking Y/N

"Always playing the villian huh? Your gonna lose!"

"You sure about that?!" jeff said pulling up his toy gun, Y/N did the same.

"Pew pew!" Jeff expected nothing to happen instead water came out and he stared confused. "A water gun?.."

"Jeff." Y/N said furious.

"Alright kids go to bed! Uh me and Y/N are gonna have a real standoff!" They both ran off.

"GUYS!" sally said pouting while Lazari crossed her arms dissapointed.

[danieyells]

How Much Is An SSR Worth?

Summary: Ren gets Taiga's help. SFW.

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The Sinostra students looked up at the approaching stranger. Their looks were clearly unfriendly, untrustworthy, and some of them even reached in their blazers as if for weapons(were they allowed to walk around campus armed!?) Ren froze and grit his teeth, looking at the little group of gangsters and at the blood red mop of hair of their leader who didn't even turn around to acknowledge him. He was starting to regret thinking this could work--there was no way this was worth it.

Before he could start to back away, the Captain of the Sinsotra house tipped his head further back, directing a pair of bright yellow eyes at him from where they'd been staring emptily into the ceiling. Ren froze. The slow blink he received reminded him of a cat video he'd seen online, albeit significantly less cute and even less likely to be a sign of affection.

". . .who're you?"

Ren briefly felt like he'd been transported into a mafia movie. It was the gravel in his voice, or maybe the cold look in his eyes.

He floundered for a bit, trying to come up with a way to bring up why he came over that didn't sound ludicrous to a normie. Just looking at this guy, he wouldn't know a thing about what he was talking about or needed--but he knew he might be his only hope right now. Maybe Taiga caught on to that hopelessness, or maybe he was amused by the fumbling, because his dull expression became a curious and interested one.

"Oh. Ain't you one of Harry's kids?" Harry? Did Haru know this guy!? Somehow that made it worse. Taiga spun around in his seat to look at Ren properly, his excited expression showing off his shark-like teeth. Those might be cool, if not for that he followed this question up with, "you here to bring me my lunch?"

"Your lunch?"

"Yeah. One of my guys promised me he'd get me something to eat." Taiga gave a sideways nod to the Sinostra students who were sitting with him. "And Harry's place is full of all that fresh meat, ain't it? You ain't here to deliver anything for me?"

"Fresh--" He wanted to eat the anomalies? Was anybody in this place normal? "N-no, I'm not here to bring you anything!"

"Oh." Taiga deflated and pouted. "So, who the fuck are you then? You got a debt to pay? Lulu doesn't like me doing business outside the casino without him around, but I can still handle that."

This was definitely starting to feel like Ren was in over his head.

"I just. I heard some things."

"Oooh." Taiga, once again, thinks he's got it and smiles. "You need a loan? You want some illicit goods? You want somebody to turn up in Tokyo Bay?"

"What!? No!! Are you seriously saying all that shit in broad daylight!?"

"Maybe I'm not serious about it at all!" Taiga laughed, seeming amused by Ren's increasing discomfort.

"I don't need things from Sinostra! I heard some things about you! I need something from you!"

Taiga was quiet for a moment, head tilted and eyes wide like he wasn't expecting personal business. Then he pouted again, looking off to the side. "Is Lulu trying to. . .nah, he wouldn't do that. Not without tellin' me. . .selling someone's organs would be a lot more lucrative than whoring me out anyway." He muttered to himself for a moment, while Ren fished his phone out of his pocket and thrust it towards him.

He immediately jumped back as the Sinostra students drew weapons to point at him. Taiga held up a hand to stop them from gunning someone down in the cafeteria and stared dully into the screen.

". . .the fuck is this?"

"I don't have a lot of resources and I don't have a lot of time--and I heard your luck is incredible, and I just need you to press this button here."

Ren pointed at a confirmation button on the screen, careful not to tap it. Taiga stared at it as if it weren't two sentences worth of text and it was taking a long time to read.

He reached forward and tapped the screen, then snatched Ren's wrist when he tried to pull away and protest being taken out of it. A few colorful characters appeared from behind the darkened screen of the confirmation popup. The link advertising rates immediately caught Taiga's eye, and he tapped at the screen, scrolling through the numbers with increasing interest.

The rates for the most artful of characters were insanely low, and a quick tap of the gems in the top of the screen said they cost a pretty penny. He idly committed the prices and numbers to memory(where they were lost as soon as he moved away from the screen) to calculate the value of.

"What're you doing!? I just--you just have to do the pull! You don't need to look at anything else!"

"This is gambling!" Taiga said cheerfully. "Some real shit odds at that! What, you're going for that one? It looks kinda like you, kid!"

He pointed at a character near the top of the rate screen. "No, I pulled that one already, somehow. . .it's the topmost one I'm after. Everybody says it's completely overpowered and all of the new meta's based on this unit, not to mention the art--"

Taiga nodded along, the gacha having had drawn some of his interest as a gambler. Way less fun than a game with anything of interest on the line, but it still seemed interesting. Not the characters or units or anything of that sort, but the act of pulling for things of value. . .he supposed it was named after gachapon machines. But the virtual nature of it meant less limited potential. . .so the artificial scarcity was formed by limited time features like this.

Quite the business tactic. Romeo might like it.

"So you just need me to press this button here, yeah?" Taiga navigated back to the gacha as though he'd been playing the game since release. He was almost invested now. "And you want me to get you this thing or whatever."

"Yes!! If you can!!" Taiga sneered and popped open the confirmation menu.

"Kid, I don't lose bets--"

Once again guns were pointed at Ren as he grabbed Taiga's finger before he could do the pull. Not appreciating the contact, Taiga smacked his hand away, and he winced at the feeling of his rings colliding with his palm.

"You--" he swallowed, trying to ignore the threats. The look on Taiga's face almost made him want to call it quits again. This was already way more effort than it was worth. . .to a normal person, anyway, but this pull could be the true beginning or the end of his playing this game. "You need to hold down on the screen, after you press the button. It doesn't seem like it does anything, but I swear I've gotten better pulls that way--"

"I don't need your superstitions, brat."

With that, Taiga tapped the button without even looking at the screen, glaring uncomfortably into Ren's face. At first, he was frozen, before the audio cue prompted him to spin the phone screen to face himself. "Wait, you did a single pull!? You were supposed to do a ten, the rate is higher that way!"

"Don't need it."

"But if I don't get it that's a waste of my--!!!"

Ren's jaw dropped as the screen flashed a multitude of colors. The gacha music faded out, and a new track began to play, a popular voice actress' recorded line playing accompanying the subtitled dialogue being spelt out across the screen. His eyes went wide as the SSR's unique animation played, and he watched on as his desperately desired pull came through on a single, effortless shot from a stranger.

"Holy shit you got it." Taiga grinned, looking over Ren's shoulder at the new unit, completely unaware of what it meant. At most, the art was kind of nice. Ren looked like he was holding in tears--or maybe a scream. "You actually. . .in a single pull!?"

"Gyahahaha! Told you I don't lose, kid!" He threw an overly friendly arm around Ren's shoulders. Ren looked at Taiga like he was a hero. Of course he did, until Taiga said, "hey. . .you ever heard the expression 'there's no such thing as a free lunch?'"

For a moment, Ren remembered all of the things Taiga mentioned before. Debts. Deaths. Illicit substances. His face fell, and Taiga gave him a squeeze and a friendly shake and a smile that was more sinister than sincere. For a moment, Ren wondered if he'd gotten himself into something he couldn't get out of. Did this single gacha pull just pull him into a life of crime? Was he about to be some sort of drug runner for the local organized crime house? Did he need to kill somebody? Could he kill somebody?

". . .What do I owe you?" It was just a gacha pull! Why did he go to the guys who look like the mob for a gacha pull!? What a stupid idea, just because he overheard that the captain of Sinostra had some unbelievable luck. The triumphant music playing from his phone and the animated character on the screen offered him no comfort and Taiga bore his sharp teeth in a grin.

"I'm glad you asked! Lulu throws a little bitchfit whenever I do somebody a favor without a price, even if it's a personal favor and not a Sinostra one." He leaned his cheek against Ren, tapping painted nails against his chest. "And I'd guess you'd ordinarily need to do a lot more than just one pull to get what you wanted, yeah? Maybe ten, maybe even a hundred?"

Ren nodded stiffly. The rates for this game were abysmal. But it was addictive.

"So the value. . .it's way more than just one, isn't it." He couldn't remember the numbers he'd seen earlier exactly, but he could do some calculations in his head. If he bothered to. But he knew enough people with gambling addictions to know how Ren's mind worked. This service was nigh invaluable to him. "And I saved you money. That's practically worth interest."

"W-wait a second!" Ren pulled away--or, perhaps Taiga let Ren pull away. "This didn't cost you anything but a few seconds, maybe a couple minutes! The gems you spent on the pull, they weren't even 1,000 yen in total! I could pay you that out of pocket and--"

"Y'know what? You're right. It didn't cost me a thing, what'm I even saying!" He laughed and smiled in a friendly way. Ren didn't trust the sudden change in attitude in the slightest. He'd let his guard down. But it couldn't stay down. "Hell, it was even kinda fun. All the flashy lights and pretty sounds--and you got your little drawing out of it, right? Not to mention, you're one of Harry's kids, aren't'cha!"

"Eugh. I am not his. . . ." Ren stopped himself, then grit his teeth. This could save him. Haru could be of use for once. "Y-yeah, I uh. . .he's a great. . .father. . .? Anyway, if you had fun and I got what I wanted, then we're even, right?"

"Sure, sure!" Taiga clapped Ren on the shoulder. "Hey, you got more of those things you want? It was pretty fun, I wouldn't mind helping you out again if you ever want more!"

This appealed too heavily to Ren's sensitivities for him to stay on guard like he wanted. ". . .really? If you don't get results, I'm not asking you again."

"Yeah, really! I'm waiting on my lunch anyway, what else've you got?"

". . .and I don't have to pay?"

"Nah, no cash. No crazy favors. Don't even worry about it."

That specific wording should have tipped him off that he wasn't entirely off scott free, but the idea of more free SSRs in his account catalogue enticed him too much. Taiga looked at his phone screen and tapped through to the gacha again.

". . .well. . .the unit gets stronger if you manage to pull it a second time--or, up to five times. So we could try pulling for it again. And there's another unit I wanted to get--oh, and in a different game--"

Taiga went along with Ren's increasing excitement, tapping away at the screen. Ten-pulls glimmered with high rarity units and supports even as games were switched. A few times Ren even asked Taiga to perform actions in the game for him, cheering quietly when he got him through difficult story missions that had been keeping him stuck in place for weeks.

All the while, Taiga insisted there was no charge.

But he didn't say anything about no debt.

And he may have said that Ren didn't have to pay, but that didn't mean he wouldn't extract value from him in other ways. In a few weeks Ren would be staring into the pen for some anomalous animal, wondering how he would get it all the way to Sinsotra without arousing suspicion, and trying not to think of the way he saw Taiga eat raw meat and bone that day, complaining to the student who'd brought it for him that it wasn't fresh enough but it'd do.

He refused to blame himself for all of this though. It's not his fault the guy with improbable luck was a mafia boss. It's not his fault the mafia boss was an underhanded carnivore. And it sure as hell wasn't his fault he was assigned to the house full of animals!

And it wasn't his fault that the gacha rates were so low he went this route either. It's capitalism's fault! It's the fault of companies preying on gambling addictions! He's not to blame for this! He refused to be!

[brights-place]

Ticci Toby As your BF

He met you on a mission where he was assigned to help you with killing an detective that was too close on finding out where they were. (Thank Jeff)

He thought you were boring at first and he hated that, you kept quiet

he hated the fact every-time he ticked you glanced at him.

He noticed how you put out your arm when he was about to step into a bear trap.

When killing the detective he thought you where awesome knowing what to do.

Toby was all over the place

You saved him about 3 Times knowing he forgot to take some meds

Slenderman thanked you guys for your work and sent you off.

Toby followed you around the whole day trying to start conversations.

Took him about 1 Month to finally get you to have a full conversation

Whenever he had a tic attack you where beside him and taking care of him.

Him switching emotions quickly didn’t ever make you scared.

Happy that you understood he couldn’t control himself sometimes.

Black cat X Golden Retriever relationship

Started dating after a year.

He was hanging upside down on a tree branch caught in one of your traps because he saw something shiny and eh confessed on the spot when seeing your faces inches apart.

When he gets serious outta nowhere you secretly swoon.

Remind him about his schedule and he hates it yet loves it.

When he yelled at you once because he was under to much pressure he felt horrible. He hugged you and apologised so much

Cuddles

Love language is Physical touch and act of service.

You taught him how to do a trick with his axe, and he showed it off to BEN and LuLu both clapping their hands.

Gives you a peck on the lips when he see’s your stressed.

When he gets hurt on missions instead of going to Dr Smiley or Nurse Ann he goes to you instead making you scold him.

If he does need to go see nurse Ann or smiley he drags you along with him saying you were emotional support.

He just wanted you there cause he didn’t want you to leave him alone.

He brought a racoon into your room.

The racoon lives with you guys now his name is ‘Sir Raco the Third’ you where confused

When you where talking to slenderman and the proxies entered Toby had to be held back by Rogue when wanting to rush up and hug you.

Willson Tells you about how many times toby complains on not being around you while Rogue agrees.

Toby finds it amusing when seeing you cuss out or lose your temper.

One second your arguing about him spilling something on your important paper work then you start cussing in another language or with your accent showing more when yelling he finds it so hard not to laugh and kiss you on the spot.

He likes to talk about his interests with you while you listen.

Whenever you show affection to him out of nowhere he is going to melt like a puddle before he starts ticking.

When wanting your attention he pokes you or taps your shoulders.

He slow dances with you but it’s kind of difficult yet he loves doing it.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

The Perks Of Being A Fiend

Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu"

Summary:

Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu" There's no in-between, we only do extremes. He can get on my LAST nerve, but honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Warnings:

Smut, Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Jax Teller, Accidental Voyeurism, Oral Sex, Sex, Rough Sex, Marriage, Pregnancy

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This is my first Jax fic although I'm a massive SOA fan. So be kind. (This was my first Jax fic 😊) Happy Reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

5 Missed Calls from JT 🐺

🌖Little Moon🌔 : I'm working Jackson. Why on earth are you blowing up my phone? JT 🐺 : I'm Sorry  LM: Okay JT: Just okay? That's it? LM: What do you want a medal or something for doing the bare minimum when you did wrong?  JT: C'mon dont be like that darlin'.  LM: Don't. I know you're bored at the club house. So what is it you really want? What are you trying to sweet talk me into? JT: Just wanted to see my pretty Omega and since I'm stuck here I thought a picture or two might tide me over.  LM: Seriously?  JT: You know I’m serious. LM: Find some Beta crow eater to feed your need to see flesh. You’ve always been good at that. JT: That won’t satisfy the craving. I’m fiending for you. Always you. LM: I don't have time for this. JT: Just one picture. Take a bathroom break.  JT: Where did you go? JT: I just want to see my Omega. Please, darlin’. I’ll do that thing with my tongue later. LM:  

Now leave me be. And you would have done that thing with your tongue anyway. I set up the couch for you tonight if you decide to come home. 

JT: Damn. It’s like that? LM: It’s like that. Balls in your court Teller. I’m not the one needing to earn forgiveness.

“I know that face.” Opie said with a smirk. “Someone is in the doghouse again. What’d you do this time?”

“Terra stopped by the house this morning to thank me for helping her with her flat tire last night.” He mumbles out as he lights up a cigarette.

“And?” Opie asks.

“And I may not have told Lulu about it when I got home late because of it.” He exhales a breath of smoke.

“Ooh.” Op winces. “That was a really dumb move man.” He shakes his head. “She’s the chillest woman you’ve ever been with it. But that only works when you don’t blindside her. Tara knew what she was doing showing up this morning like that. What’d Lu do?”

“She’s the one that opened the door and let her in when she asked for me with damn coffee and donuts in her hand.” He stomps out his cigarette. “She stayed calm and went about her normal morning routine while Tara thanked me and I escorted her out.”

“She was calm?”

“Yup.” 

“Fuck man. What happened when the door closed?”

“She sat at the table with her coffee and grabbed a donut. She then told me ‘Such a gentleman and a baddass. Lucky me to have snagged such an Alpha. If only he knew to keep me up to date on happenings with his crazy exes.’ Gave me a kiss and then rushed off to get ready for the day.”

“Why the fuck are you here then?” Opie Inquires.

“She’s working. Told me the couch is ready for me tonight if I come home.”

“Damn I do not wish I were you right now. You have some groveling to do Prez.”

“Don’t I know it. Thankfully I know just how to diffuse her.”

You're getting ready to leave work and head home when your besties number shows up on your phone. You pick up and before you can even say hello she's going a mile a minute. 

"You're still coming tonight. No excuses. Dress hot as shit too. Get Jax back for that Tara bullshit. I know for a fact that Ari is in town."

“Hello to you too Diamond.” You finally get out as you climb into your Chevelle. “I wasn’t going to bail on you tonight. I just wanted something low key but if you have a plan in mind I’m all for it. You know petty is my love language.”

“I’m thinking, O’ Sheas.” 

“We always go to O’ Sheas.”

“Duh. But tonight Ari will be there. I’m sure he’ll be looking for an Omega to get lost in.” She remarks. “He is the idiot that let you get away. If he spots you I’m sure he’ll be begging for another piece.”

“I know you didn't forget that Jax is in fact my Alpha.”

“Of course I didn’t.” She replies. “I’m just saying give the Prez a taste of his own medicine. You don’t have to sleep with him. Just be your charming self is all.”

“I’m only agreeing to go because a drink is just what I need to forget this day.” You say as you pull into your driveway. “I’m not entertaining this Ari nonsense. If he’s there, then he’s there. I’m just looking to get inebriated enough to just knock straight out when I get home. Lord knows I sleep like shit when I’m alone.”

“Jax not coming home tonight?”

“More like I relegated him to the couch.”

“Understandable. I’ll let you get ready. Pick you up in like an hour or so.”

“Sounds good.”

You’re leaning over your built-in vanity, applying highlighter to your cheeks, clad in an olive green lingerie set, your favorite thigh high knit stockings keeping you warm, singing along to Mary J Blige. “My whole world’s, Up. Side. Dooooown.” Your hips sway to the beat as you really get into the song. You glance up into the mirror and spot Jax leaning against the door frame, just admiring the view.

“Singing ‘bout me, little moon?” He husks out.

“I plead the fifth.” You deadpan, turning your eyes back to your reflection.

He steps up behind you, ghosting his fingers along your exposed skin. “Got plans tonight, Omega?” He whispers into your ear.

You swallow but attempt to hold your ground. “Just hitting O’ Sheas with Diamond. Nothing special.” You shrug.

“Hmm.” He takes a step back. “I better get to it then.”

“Get to what?” You turn on your heel towards him as he cages you in.

"These panties have got to go.” He tugs on the waistband against your hip. “Hold on to the counter and lift your ass up for me." You instinctively follow his command. 

Not wasting a second Jax practically rips the fabric from your skin. “Much better.” 

He sinks down to his knees so that his handsome face and your glistening folds are level with each other. Eyes hooded, pupils dilated, he scents your arousal in the air, licking his lips. “Fuck. Look at you Omega. Perfect little pussy leaking all this slick for me.” He licks a stripe up your folds to your swollen clit, moaning in delight at the sweetness flowing onto his tongue. “God, I missed the taste of you on my tongue.”

"It hasn't even been a day since your last meal." You whimper out. 

"Too long. Plus I have an apology to make." He growls out. 

You find yourself threading your fingers through his golden locks for balance as he begins to really go to town. Feasting on you as if he’ll perish if he does not consume every ounce of you. He sinks two fingers into your center. You can’t help but grind against his face, fucking yourself with his fingers. He curls them just so, hitting that sweet spongy spot that has you seeing stars. Eliciting a long guttural moan as your sweet nectar spills, making quite the mess all over the lower half of his face.

You release his hair as he lifts his face from between your thighs, lips shining and beard covered in your juices, looking like the cat that got the cream. You wanted to allow your anger to persist, but the endorphin high with an oxytocin chaser that you just experienced is wavering your resolve. 

You place your palms on his cheeks, pulling him up to grace him with a deep kiss, enjoying the taste of yourself on his tongue. “Get up Alpha.” You speak against his lips. 

Once he is standing between your open thighs you undo his belt and zipper. You reach in, wrapping your hand around his base, giving him a slow pump, granting you a low groan, before pulling out his beautifully thick cock.  

"Turn around ‘mega. Hands on the sink. Eyes on me in the mirror. I want you to watch me ruin you baby." You turn around, taking your time placing your hands on the counter. He smacks your ass once, in warning. 

You push your hips back as you lean forward. This is when he chooses to tease you, rubbing his dick up and down your soaked folds. Tapping his head against your clit several times before sinking in slowly until his tip kisses your cervix, giving you a moment to adjust to his size stretching you out. 

Feeling full of your Alpha you subconsciously begin to undulate your hips, looking for friction, as you lock eyes with him in the mirror. "Alpha, please. Fuck me. I don't think I can stand this much longer. Feels too good when you're so deep inside me." 

He growls at your plea, fisting your hair and pulling. Forcing you to arch you back further to keep your eyes locked in the mirror. 

He pulls back, slamming in as he begins a punishing pace, fucking you hard and deep. His balls slap against your swollen clit with every thrust making you see spots from the pure ecstasy of it all. Your staring into the mirror, watching his face as he grunts, swears and groans while he fucks all the tension and anger from you from behind. 

You watch as he throws his head back, letting out a growl you can feel vibrate against your skin. "Fuck Omega, your pussy is just so damn tight. Feel so good wrapped around my dick. Ready to cum for me again? I need to feel ya squeezin’ me, trying to pop my knot and milk me dry."

"Yes.” You whimper out. “Please, Alpha. I’m close. So, so close." You’re uncaring of how needy you sound at the moment. The man really had a knack for turning you into a hormonal mess whenever he felt the need.

Your plea’s add fuel to his need to consume you, driving him to fuck you even harder. You know you'll most likely be sporting bruises on your hips from the counter, but you’ll deal with that fun little reminder later. Hand still wrapped up in your hair, his grip tightens, the pleasured pain sending you head first over the edge into the bliss of another orgasm. 

"Don't close your eyes, ‘mega. Look at yourself.” He grits out. “See how gorgeous you look when you come undone for me." You let out a primal wailing moan as your pussy clamps down on his cock and your legs begin to shake. He smacks your ass with his free hand before taking hold of your hip, continuing to fuck you as you ride the waves of your orgasm.

When your walls stop their rhythmic suffocation of his cock, he slows down, taking his time to fuck you nice and deep. Hitting all your sweet spots. Cresting into the zone of overstimulation you begin to squirm against him again. 

He watches, as his cock sinks in and out of your swollen and dripping folds. Hypnotized by how well you take his dick and still remain so goddamn tight. His hips instinctively pick up the pace, once again. "I'm close, Omega. Gonna fill ya up so good, you’ll still be leaking for days" He grunts out, accompanied by harsh thrusts.

"FUCK!” You shout. “Yes. Please, yes. Want all of you Alpha." Is all you can manage to mumble out as you arch your back deeper, preparing to take his seed deep into your womb.

He continues on, setting a pace that just makes your brain go fuzzy and every nerve-ending sing in pleasure.

“Fuuuck.” He grunts out. “My cock drunk little omega. Pussy’s gripping me so damn tight baby. She doesn't want to let me go.”

You just nod and whisper out. “Please. Full.” Lost in a sea of sensation, your mind is not able to formulate more than two words in your current state, other than moans, whimpers and wails of pleasure. You’re flying a serotonin high you are not ready to come down from yet.

That was all the validation he needed to hear to stop holding back and pop his knot, releasing his seed deep into your waiting womb. Painting the walls white with rope after rope of his spend. 

Locked tight on his knot, time seemed to stand still, it felt like he was pouring everything he had into you, his cock gave it’s final twitch and he collapsed onto your back. Caging you in as he rains kisses along your shoulders.

That’s when you hear a round of applause come from the doorway. “GOTDAMN Girl! Now I get why he gets away with so much."

You burst into laughter at the situation. Unashamed over what they caught you doing in the comfort of your home. No one told her to let herself in with the key you gave her for emergencies.

“That was the hottest shit I have ever seen and we produce porn.” Juice blurts out.

“Hope you took some notes than, Juicy.” Jax snarks. “Now get the fuck out of my house so I can fully finish apologizing to my woman. Sorry Diamond but she’s staying in tonight.”

“Come on Juice.” Diamond turns to the still gawking biker. “Looks like your my date for tonight. I’m not wasting this outfit cus my girl is so easily dickmatized by her Alpha.”

She latches on to his Kutte and drags him back down the hall out of the house.

Jax knot has gone down enough at this point for him to tenderly slip out of you. A trail of his cum begins leaking down your thigh. He collects it on his fingers and pushes it back inside, making you moan and push back against him.

“I’m going to keep you full until I am fully forgiven for my stupidity.” He pulls his fingers out and places them before you face. You open your mouth and clean them of your combined essences. 

“I hope you carbo loaded at the Club then Alpha.” You tease. “You have a ways to go to remain out of the dog house.”

He lifts you up into his arms and walks into your bedroom. “I’ll be sure to do my worst.”

That night took a turn you could not have expected. You want to blame it on the hormone high but that would be a weak cop out when in reality you always would have said yes. 

While recovering from your escapades, enjoying all the lovely chemicals coursing through your veins, Jax asked you to be his old lady in every way. “You’re already my mate” He runs his fingers along the freshly renewed bite along your collarbone. “Let’s make this all the way official and head down to the courthouse and make it legal.”

“You’re serious.”

“100%”

“Okay. We’re going to need witnesses though.” You reply

“Easy. Op and Diamond.” He reaches for his phone and calls Op. You pick up yours to text D to meet you at the courthouse in the morning.

That’s how you found yourself in a sundress with a newly signed marriage license cuddled up with your now husband in the kitchen, waiting for Happy to show up to tattoo your ring finger. 

“Gemma is gonna flip when she finds out.” Opie states calmly as he takes a puff of his cigarette.

“Who cares what Gemma thinks.” You shrug. “She was always on team, not me, anyway. This was for us not her.”

“She’s just going to have to get over it whenever the news hits her.” Jax adds.

“She might have forgiven you Jackson. But your still on shit list. I’m not so easily swayed.” Diamond declares. “Though this move has given you some points. Making her glow like that will always get you points with me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jax responds.

Twelve weeks after your Alpha’s apology and your subsequent nuptials thereafter, the club was dealing with some backlash from a new MC trying to make a name for themselves in the streets. Wanting to keep his men and their families safe, Jax has called a lockdown.

The compound and clubhouse was filled with families, children trying to find a way to deal with the boredom, running around making nuisances of themselves. The volume of so many voices alone was overwhelming, not to mention the haze of cigarette smoke that permeates the air. You’d been feeling queasy for days and the stench of bad perfume wafting off the crow eaters as you tried to make lunch had bile slowly rising up your throat.

“You doin okay there Sweetheart?” Gemma asks, watching you waver slightly on your feet.

“I’ll be fine.” You reply. “Just not feeling my best today. It’ll pass. I think I might go lay down for a bit though if I’m not needed here.”

“We got it Sug.” Luann blurts out before Gemma could give you the third degree. “These crow eaters need to learn to be useful for something other than sucking dick anyway.” 

“Thanks.” You give her a tight smile. “If you need any more help, please don't hesitate to come get me.” You rush out of the kitchen before anyone can object and head down the hall to Jax’s room. You’ve unbuttoned your tight jeans and are in the process of sliding the denim down your legs when the door opens. 

“Everything okay ‘mega?” Are the first words out of Jax’s mouth. “Op saw you booking it pretty fast out the kitchen.” He closes the door behind him, walking up to you as you're stepping out of your pants. 

“I’m fine now.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Just needed to get away from the stench of Crow Eater.” 

He places his hands on your hips, pushing up your loose shirt, one of his old beat up SAM CROW’s, thumbs tracing your lower stomach. “They still given you a hard time with smells?” He asks.

“They are.” You nod your head. “It’s mainly the perfume that sets me off. Thankfully it’s supposed to ease up soon. I don’t think I could handle a full nine months of feeling like this.”

He lowers himself to his knees, where his head is in line with your non-existent bump. “Listen here pup. You’re already causing your mama problems and I can’t have that. I’mma need ya to calm your shit down or we’re both gonna be in for it when you get out.” You chuckle at his antics as he reprimands his progeny growing in your womb.

He has been nothing short of amazing since you found out last week that you were expecting your first pup. His apology sure left its mark. It’s a bit sooner than you both were expecting but it’s exciting nonetheless.

“Such a big strong Alpha, on his knees, pleading with his unborn child. Whatever shall I do with you.” You run your fingers through his hair as the door is slammed open. You both turn to find Gemma standing in the doorway, Opie behind her with a look of defeat on his face.

“Sorry guys. I caught her snooping near the door and before I could get a chance to shoo her away she gasped and threw open the door.” He shakes his head.

“You're pregnant?!” She hollers at you. “I knew something was up. That why you marked her?”

“Mom.” Jax stands up. “I’m gonna need ya to calm the fuck down. That’s not only my Omega, but my wife and the mother of your unborn grandchild, your screeching at. She’s already feeling like crap. I’m not about to have you stressing her out too. Either accept this and be happy or get out our faces.” He huffs.

Stunned not only that her son is speaking to her like this but that somehow he got married and didn't even inform her. “You got married? Was that before or after you knocked her up?”

“Watch it.” He growls. “Not that it is really any of your business but we just recently found out she was pregnant. Must have happened around our wedding day. Not that it matters. She was always going to be mine. Knew it from the moment her scent hit my nose.”

“Why didn't you tell me you were getting married?” She asks.

“Because I knew how you’d act and I didn't want you pulling any of your tricks.” Jax deadpans.

“I know what you think about me Gemma.” You speak up. “And you're wrong. I have only ever wanted what was best for your son. My Alpha. Now that we’ve started our own family, you can choose to let your misconceptions of me go and be a part of this little pups life when they arrive. Or you can double down and miss out on all the wonders a new life brings to a family. The decision is yours.” 

“Damn.” You hear Opie mutter out.

“If you think for one second I’m risking not being in my first grandbabies life, you're sorely mistaken honey.” Gemma states. “I’ll behave. I’d say welcome to the family but you’ve already been here awhile apparently.”

“See that wasn't that hard.” Jax teases before turning to you. “Can we tell everybody now. I think they all could use some good news.”

You sigh. “Fine. But can I get a nap first.” You negotiate. “I know they’ll want to celebrate and chit chat. If I don’t get some rest I may just snap at the first person to try and touch my belly.”

They all laugh. “Alright, little moon. We can take a nap.” He kisses your forehead, then turns to his mother. “Don’t say a word until we come out later. I mean it mom.”

“I’m not gonna blab.” She relents. “Wouldn’t want to deal with your wrath having upset your Omega. Been there with your father when I was pregnant with John. Wouldn’t wish that on anybody.”

“C’mon Gemma.” Opie pulls her out the room, slowly closing the door. “I’ll keep an eye out Prez.” 

“Thanks Op.” He pulls you close, giving you a loving kiss. “I love you Omega.”

“Love ya too Alpha.” You kiss him back, pulling him towards the bed where you had previously made a haphazard nest, so you could cuddle up and get some much needed rest with your perfect pain the ass Alpha.

[lu-lus-dicks]

Hi, here's about me and some questions you might have!

Updated: april 26th 2024

MINORS DNI please

Important!! Please don't use real money to do things for me in any capacity. It makes me uneasy, uncomfortable and puts a lot of pressure on me. Thank you for your understanding <3 also Important: I can not and will not take anything seriously, if you want to say something serious to me, send me a DM, I'm more likely to respond seriously there

Who are you?

@ nunalastor's emotional support white boy™

People just call me lulu on here. I'm 20 and go by any pronouns. AFAB (and cis). my gender is whatever makes you gay. somewhere on the ace spectrum.

Also CEO of forcing people to get some fucking sleep!

important note: I respond in the horniest ways to @ nunalastorscursedkitten, but they have explicitly stated they don't want sexual stuff directed towards them without their consent. I have confirmed that they are okay with me responding in a horny way and you should make sure before doing it too

tags (will not sort these out at all):

who is safe here?

lulu is delulu - my posts

babygirl anon fest - asks specifically from babygirl

revoke lulu's art license - my art stuff

nunwhiskers - the ship of nunalastor x huskers-bar

lulu is feral - reblogs where I am feral

lulus nun reblogs - I just tend to reblog everything of nunalastors so it's a tag now

lulu reblogs - art/theories/incorrect quotes ect

lulu convos - me interracting with peeps here

lulu crooks - going into detail about things i shouldn't be going into detail of. (maybe infodumping)

cursed polycule - me and the 100+ husbands/wives interracting (xxx-angie list in their pinned)

lulu asks - me answering asks

this is a nunalastor simp blog - anytime I openly bark for nunalastor

lulu lore - me accidentally dropping irl lulu lore

lulu fun facts - exactly what it says

lulu polls - polls

lulu is a boomer - me not knowing basic pop culture things cuz I live under a rock

lulu loves nunalastorscursedkitten / and paincaat too / lulu loves paincaat / and nunalastorscursedkitten too - my interractions with @ paincaat / @ nunalastorscursedkitten

lulu loves getting called slurs - me getting called the f-word

lulu infodumps - infodumps about stuff that might not always be hazbin hotel

fools being sexy - @ the-aprilfools-bitch tag

everyone except minors. I don't judge. This is a safe space regardless of race, gender, sexuality or anything else. Be as cringe/not cringe as you want

What is this blog?

Used to be a hazbin blog, now turned to me simping for daddy nunalastor and interracting with the cursed polycule

What can I ask or share with you?

Literally anything you want to share, no limits. I respond to everything, even hate so if I haven't responded I'm either asleep or the message didn't appear in my inbox.

One thing I don't respond to is chain sends cuz I can't be bothered with that shit. Anything else is a yes

What's with the bad English?

English is my second language. I pride myself on being able to read it fluently, but I might have problems with talking in a way that flows naturally to native speakers. So sorry bout that

What time are you active?

Honestly, all over the place. Don't look too much into it, but I'm from the country of Georgia if that helps

Can I use your ideas?

Absolutely! You don't even need to ask. I won't say this is a necessity, but If you decide to use them, I'd love it if you'd tag me. I love seeing all kinds of things people make and I'd love to see yours too!

Why are you so unhinged and sexual? Aren't you ace?

Asexuals aren't all sex-repulssed and can enjoy it too. I am uncomfy with the act of sex but I love joking and shitting about it. Me saying something is hot/sexy/makes my dick hard is just me saying "I love this and i think it's cool" when that isn't enough to express my love. (I think I'm being funny)

Is the art on nunalastor's blog you sometimes repost yours?

Yes, the art posted on their asks by mylz-flick is by me. It's my primary blog and i don't use it for anything so all my asks are submitted through there

Why don't you post as often anymore?

Because all my posts go straight to nunalastor's blog. Go check them out, it's great

By nunalastor s request:

Who hurt you?

Nunalastor did when they rizzed up my mom

What's with the worms? That's disgusting

Well, nunalastor made this post and it turned me on a little ngl

What is the cursed polycule?

Well, I spontaneously decided that my go to funny (not funny) joke would be to start asking everyone who agreed with me or had similar tastes to kiss me. Long story short, now I'm a whore™ with 100+ husbands that I can't keep track of and that's the cursed polycule

Why do you keep calling nunalastor daddy?

Many reasons. First, Nunalastor saying they would fuck my mom in the DMs when I told them about her. So naturally, if my mom and nunalastor got married they would be the dad hence, daddy. Also, nunalastor is unapologetically my favourite blog on here and the title "daddy" is reserved for them. Also their word is law to me and they deserve the respectful title

The way you interract with minors is disgusting

I have minors please don't interract in my bio for a reason. I expect a decent human being to see that and kindly leave my blog. I don't check who I'm responding to most of the time so I probably didn't even notice it was a minor. I'm just trying to be fun.

If you are a minor and I responded/reblogged your art or post with some batshit crazy shenanigans like I do with everyone, send me a DM and I'll delete it. I'd rather it be in the DMs instead of out in public because out here I have people acting like they hate me and I don't want to accidentally take something that's meant to be a serious request to stop like a joke.

What's with that one pregnant anon stuff at nunalastors blog?

Listen, I don't care what shit people send me, but if you even dare harm, harass or just in general be an asshole to the ones I consider nice people, I will not take that lightly.

To everyone: if you get haters, tag me so I can draw them pregnant.

Is the cursed polycule an actual relationship or just a joke?

It's just a joke between us.

Can I join the polycule?

Daddy has revoked my marriage license so you'll have to consult with the other members. I take what daddy demands very seriously

You can however, talk to the other members of the polycule and join. We could also have a platonic relationship going on in the polycule if you want

What is up with you and pronouns?

Sorry, in my native language there are no gendered pronouns. We just have a singular he/she/they for everyone. I use he/him for me (despite being a woman) because it's what rolls off the tongue easier for me. For everyone else I use they/them because you can never go wrong with neutral.

Are you actually attracted to nunalastor?

Why do you keep mentioning nunalastor calling you the f-word?

No. It's me and paincaat my beloved. They say gay shit to me and I find that hot

Because I genuinely /gen /srs loved it. This isn't a joke. It made me overstimmed and honestly was a little overwhelmed with giddiness. keep in mind though, that while I enjoy getting called the slur, I will not be calling anyone that because that makes me uncomfy.

why haven't you responded to my reblog/comment/ask?

I generally respond to everyone I can. but either it was

lost in my notifs

was posted by a minor and I don't want to attract minors here

If it was on a reblog of something, I assumed it was meant for op

I just couldn't think of anything to respond with (which is rare)

feel free to let me know if it was either 1 or 3 but I won't respond to minors

[fandomworld9728]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This - Chapter 4:

"Come on Angie. Stop your mopin' and party with me. It'll make ya feel better~"

This wasn't working. Angel came out with Cherri as a way to distract himself from the pain and all this new free time. Usually, the Sinner would be hanging out with Luci on his rare days off. However, that wasn't an option anymore.

"I'm sorry Cherri. You know I love seein' ya, but I don't think I'm up for this scene tonight."

"Alright. Talk to me, bitch. What's got your party breaks on and stuck?"

"...You know how most hellborns hate us Sinners? Well, he told me that I was restorin' his faith in Sinners. Then I go and pull shit like this!"

"Holy shit..." Lightly rubbing her best friend's back, the cyclops hadn't realized just how happy this guy had made him.

"I don't know what to do Cherri. The pain and guilt are eatin' me alive. Especially since he confided in me."

"Then get your ass over there and be with this guy."

"But Valentino-"

"Fuck Valentino."

"Cherri Bomb!"

She tried so hard not to laugh at the scandalized sounding gasp that came from the spider demon. This shit was serious, and her bestie needed her. She could laugh about it later.

"This guy, Luci, makes you happy, yeah? Like for real happy. And probably has the power or connections to get you out of this crap ass deal. so, just go for it."

"The whole point of leaving was so he wouldn't get mixed up in my shitty problems! And one of the best things about him was that he respected my decision to handle this myself..."

It was wonderful. Luci would always remind Angel that he would help him with anything. All he had to do was ask. But at the same time, he trusted him to handle himself. Believed that he could take care of himself. The only time the other demon would cross that line was if Angel was in major trouble.

For the first time in years, Angel truly felt like himself again. For once, someone saw him as more than just the porn star or the fun party guy. He could just be... Anthony.

"Then all I got left to offer is getting fucked up enough to forget about it all for tonight."

Why not? No different from what he usually did to cope with it all. What was one more night of self-destruction?

~

"Lucifer. You need to get out of bed. It's been a week. I mean, I'm glad you aren't completely neglecting yourself, but you need to bathe. And change your bedding."

Dirty dishes and old take-out containers littered around the large bedroom told Asmodeus that the king was at the very least eating. While that was a good sign, not leaving bed for a week... It was like Lilith had left him all over again.

Which meant he had been right. Lucifer had fallen again. All the signs were there, yet the other Sins wouldn't believe him. If they saw the mess their brother was right now, they'd finally get it through their thick, stubborn skulls. But that wasn't important right now.

Right now, his baby brother needed him. If this demon had meant so much to him to warrant this reaction, why had he let go so easily? The Sin of Lust was tempted to find out who this guy was and demand answers. Why had he hurt Lucifer so badly? Though that investigation could wait. First thing's first. Getting this man a bath.

That task had been easier than he had thought it would be. After Lilith left the fallen angel at least had some fight left in him to try and be stubborn about being 'babied' and wanting to just be alone to wallow in his own misery. What happened to his brother?

Clean and dressed in a fresh pair of clothes, Lucifer finally spoke up while Asmodeus was towel drying his hair. That was a good sign that they were on the right track.

"He didn't know that I was the King of Hell, Oz. He didn't care about my position within Hell. H-He actually knew, cared about, and wanted just me."

Ah. That's why this is hitting him so hard. "I am so sorry Lulu. Do you know why he broke things off so suddenly?"

"No. All he said was that he couldn't see me anymore."

"Well, you don't need him baby. You are Lucifer fucking Morningstar. The King of Hell. The Sin of Pride. The best person I have ever met. An adorable, loveable dork. A badass who can get anyone he wants."

"Thank you, Ozzie. But... I don't want anyone else. I want him. He's just so... you know?"

Oh, he knows. The Sin of Lust had his own troubles in the love department. He knew exactly what his fellow Sin was trying to say.

"Who is this guy anyways?"

"Anth- ... A-Angel Dust."

"The porn star? Never thought you'd fall for a guy like that. He must be something special for you to lose yourself because of a Sinner."

"Yeah. He really is."

It was going to be a long and hard road to recovery, but Asmodeus would be with him every step of the way.

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[holylulusworld]

Her secret Santa

Summary: You believe in miracles, the good in people and yes, Santa Claus.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Card Number: 6054

Rating: Mature (due to angst and daddy kink)

Warnings: age gap (undefined), daddy kink, reader is a little special (she still believes in Santa), Christmas fluff, angst, arguments, secret Santa

Square A1 filled for @tonystarkbingo​: Apology

Square 9 filled for Lulu’s Winter bingo: Angst

Square 2 filled for Lulu’s XMas Bingo: Secret Santa  

Words: 1,7 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Darling, can you please stop wiggling and giggling?” Tony sighs deeply as you wiggle on top of him. “Y/N, I mean it. I need some more sleep. The last fight is still in my old bones.”

You giggle at his words.

“Baby, you’re not that old,” you peck his lips, but won’t stop wiggling. “It’s just, Christmas is close, and it always makes me giddy. I love it. The tree, the lights, baking cookies, waiting for Santa.”

“Waiting for Santa?” Tony watches you straddle his lap. You place your hands on his chest, tickling him. “You mean you are playing secret Santa or something.”

“No, Tony. I’m excited to see if Santa will like the new cookies I’ll bake for him,” you smile dopily. Your eyes are glassy, just like when you slip into your favorite headspace. The one only Tony can help you find.

“Aw, you want me to play your secret Santa, huh? What do you want, baby?” he lets his eyes wander to drink your naked body in. “I know a thing or two I want Santa to help me come true.” He bites his lower lip.

“What? No, daddy,” you slap his chest playfully. “I don’t need you to play secret Santa. I’ll be waiting for the real Santa to find me at my new apartment. It will be perfect. I got the best ingredients and he’ll love the cookies. I was a good girl too all year.”

“Darling?” Tony cocks his head. He tries to find out if you are joking or not. “You are not serious. Right?”

“Of course, I’m serious, Tony,” you lean over his body to peck his lips. “Don’t you want something from Santa too? You’re a hero and a good man. He’ll bring you all the gifts you want.”

“You are serious,” Tony gasps. He can’t fathom that you believe in Santa Clause. “But Santa Claus is for children and you are a grown woman. How can you still believe in him?”

“Daddy, you are flying around in speaking armor. One of your friends is an alien, and another one has superpowers and turns green. The doctor can use magic. After all the things you saw and did you don’t believe Santa is real?”

You sit back up and stare down at Tony.

“Baby doll, you can’t believe in fairy tales. You’re too old…I mean…Y/N…” he stammers as tears well up in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to offend you, darling. It’s just, you’re a smart girl and…”

You get off his lap to look for your clothes. Tony tries to grab your wrist, but you slap his hand away.

“Smart people can believe in magic and wonders too, Tony,” you snap back while hurriedly throwing your clothes back on. “You witnessed wonders and the impossible. You met Gods and dark elves. Hell, you walked the line between life and death and still don’t believe in miracles?”

“Miracles. No. It was Doctor Cho, modern technology, and the help of my friends bringing me back,” he huffs as you pick your bag up. “Come back to bed, Y/N. We can talk about your fantasies later.”

“Last night you weren’t against my fantasies,” you grit your teeth. “You loved them and all the kinky ideas. The handcuffs and my sexy Mrs. Claus costume.”

“I loved it, sugar doll,” Tony hastily leaves the bed to follow you out of the bedroom. “Baby. Wait. I’m sorry, okay. We don’t always have to agree, Y/N. Please wait.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ll go home and prepare for Christmas. You can stay here, in your world filled with logic and no magic. Forget we ever met. Lose my number and look for someone who’s just like you.”

You turn around to glare at Tony. “Baby? Darling…what do you mean someone like me?”

“A dream destroyer. A grump who doesn’t believe in magic and the good in this world. I can’t be with someone belittling me for believing in something magical…”

You are gone before Tony can react. He stands in the hallways, panting as he realizes you just left him for good. “Uh-Friday. Can you find out if there’s any trace of Santa Claus being real?”

“Sir, I’m afraid I don’t have reliable data about Santa Claus,” the AI replies.

“Call Strange. Maybe he knows if the big red guy is real,” Tony runs one hand down his face. “I just fucked epically…”

You whine as a loud thud wakes you from your peaceful slumber. While you turn around to have a look at your phone, groaning as it’s eleven pm, a noise catches your attention.

“Who…what?” you grab your phone and silently slip out of your bed. “Friday.” You whisper. “Can you check if anyone broke into my home?”

For the first time, you are thankful Tony insisted on taking care of the security at your apartment.

“Miss Y/L/N, I can assure you that you’re not in danger. No stranger broke into your home,” the AI replies. “Merry Christmas from me.”

“Merry Christmas,” you chuckle as you sneak out of your bedroom. “Maybe it’s…no…this can’t be. Right? I used bad words and wasn’t nice to Tony.”

You silently tiptoe toward your living room.

“Santa Claus is coming to town,” you hear a deep voice sing. You hold your breath as a man with a white beard dressed in a red suit with a black belt and white fur trim, black boots, and a soft red cap with white fur trim is busy putting gifts under your tree. “Perfect. Now let’s have one of those cookies.”

He huffs and sits on your armchair to take one of the cookies you placed on a plate on the small table next to the armchair. “Hmm…very good. Cinnamon and chocolate chips.”

“I made them for you, Santa,” your eyes are wide and wet as you carefully approach Santa. “I-uh…do you like them?”

“Very much,” he turns his head to not give his features away. “Thank you, Y/N. I’ll be on my way now. But…”

“But? Is something wrong, Santa?” you stop in your tracks. “Are you mad at me?”

“No-no,” he clears his throat. “I just wanted to thank you for still believing in me. Faith is hard to find these days. So, thank you Y/N.”

“No, thank you, Santa,” giggling you watch Santa get back up from the armchair. He nods, bows, and turns around to make his way toward the window. “You can use the door if you want to. Sorry, I don’t have a chimney, Santa.”

“No problem, darling,” he opens the window to jump out, making you gasps.

“SANTA! Be careful,” you run toward the window only to find him gone. “Phew, I bet he parked his sleigh under my window. I just wonder why he called me darling too…”

You went back to bed to sleep some more after Santa left.

Opening the presents before Christmas morning is forbidden so you decided on dreaming about Santa and all the gifts he brought you this year.

“WAIT!” you jolt up on the bed, gasping audibly. “He called me darling! No—no. This wasn’t Santa.”

Your heart does somersaults as you realize your own secret Santa visited you tonight.

“Friday, can you tell me who entered my apartment tonight?” you wring your hands. “It’s important for me to know.”

“Miss Y/L/N, the information you need is not available. I’m sorry.”

You sigh deeply. “Friday, did Tony instruct you to not give me the specific information I was looking for?”

“Miss Y/L/N, the information you need is not available. I’m sorry.”

“Friday, can you tell me where Tony is right now?”

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Stark is waiting outside your apartment. His heart rate is a little too high and he hasn’t slept well.”

“Well then, let him in,” you jump out of the bed to run toward the door.

“Opening the door now,” the AI replies as you already jump at Tony to pepper kisses all over his face.

“Daddy,” you wrap your legs around his waistline and your arms around his neck. “I knew you believe in Santa too.”

“Uh-I don’t know what you are talking about,” he pecks your nose. “I got some gifts for you, though. Darling, will you forgive me for being a Grinch? I love that you still believe in miracles and magic.”

“I mostly believe in you,” you greedily kiss Tony, whining as he cups the back of your head to deepen the kiss. “I love you, Tony.”

“Love you too, Y/N,” he carries you inside your apartment, wondering what made you forgive him so easily.

Tony was awake all night to find a way to earn your forgiveness. He doesn’t know someone already did the job. “You can play my secret Santa next year too.”

You grin.

“Secret Santa?” Tony furrows his brows. “I don’t know what you are talking about…”

Later that day you and Tony unwrap the gifts under your tree. “There’s something for you too?” you wonder aloud. “Odd.”

Tony stares at the gifts in his hands. It’s a handwritten letter and a toy he always asked Santa to bring him. Every year. Until he stopped believing in Santa Claus.

“Dear Tony. I brought you this gift to make up I wasn’t there when you needed me the most. I know it’s not much but you already got the biggest gift. A gift I wasn’t able to give you. Hold her close and cherish the love she has for you in her heart.”

He looks up from the letter signed with Santa Claus, swallowing thickly. “Tony what’s wrong?” you ask as he starts to cry. “Baby? Daddy?”

“I-I think I was mistaken,” his voice cracks. “You were right. He’s still out there.”

“He is?” you jump onto the couch to have a look at the letter. “But it was you last night…right? You came and brought the gifts.”

“Darling, I was at home and tried to find a way to get you back,” he stammers. “It wasn’t me.”

“If it wasn’t you…”

Your eyes grow wide, and you look at the letter again. You wrap your arms around Tony’s neck, sniffling silently as he wraps his arms around your trembling body.

It’s hard to believe in the good, love, and magic in a world trying to drag you down all the time.

But sometimes you just need a little faith…

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[harmonyindark245]

One Last Time [Chapter 10]

Summary - Elain and Azriel have known each other since they were 11 and had never been separated. But when their view for their future no longer matches, things break apart between them, causing a rift which had never been fixed. Elain goes on to become a neurosurgeon, while Azriel works for the deadlier part of the community. Ten years later, their lives get entangled as they cross paths, this time stakes much greater than just their hearts.

An: All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

Warnings: Mature language, violence, alcohol consumption, smoking, drugs

Hope you all enjoy!

Masterlist

Songs:

Back to December - Taylor Swift

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Young God - Halsey 

Elain and Lucien were back on the road just before sunset. 

She had to explain everything to Lucien regarding who Aelin and Rowan were and how Elain knew them and everything else that usually followed. By the end of the story, Lucien understood why she needed them to help and helped them by pitching in with ideas.

“They’re good people,” Lucien commented while driving them back. “I liked them, especially Aelin.”

Elain smiled fondly. “They’re amazing. Both of them. And the others are as amazing as them.” She smirked at Lucien. “Maybe you could have tried to be with Aelin if Rowan wasn’t there in the picture. Both of you have fire in your veins.” Lucien scoffed at that. “Seriously! You guys would probably make it.” Elain sat back and thought before correcting. “Actually I don’t think so. You both might just burn the building down in one go.”

Lucien shook his head as he chuckled. “Thank you for having so much faith in me. And I really don’t think there’s a chance for Rowan to not be in the picture.”

Elain nodded solemnly. “I have a feeling he’ll resurrect like the Undertaker.” Lucien gave her a questioning look and then she amended, “Nope, that’s definitely Aelin.” 

“I meant that they both seem like they are soulmates.”

Elain nodded once again. “They are. I don’t think it’s possible for Aelin to be with anyone else. Same for Rowan. And they’ve both gone through some serious shit. They deserve to be happy.”

Lucien looked at her with sad eyes. “You’ve gone through some shit too. You also deserve to be happy, Elain.” She turned her head and looked out of the window, the trees running past them. “I know.” She smiled at her own reflection. “I might try to snatch all the happiness I can get. Who knows how long it’ll last.”

Lucien sighed. “Elain, he won’t let anything happen to you. You know he loves you.”

“Loved.” She corrected him. 

“You are both extremely blind and I can’t wait to say ‘told you so’ when you can’t keep your hands off each other just like when we were kids.” 

Elain was thankful for the lack of light which hid her blush as the events from the previous night played back in her mind. When she didn’t respond, Lucien looked towards her and gave her an incredulous look. “Seriously Ellie? Already? Please tell me that it wasn’t with me and Daemon sleeping in the rooms beside you.”

She just blinked and then flashed him a smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know Lulu?” 

He shuddered in response and didn’t bring it back up the entire journey. 

~~~~~

Azriel heard her car roll in before he actually saw it. Lucien had gotten out and spotted him instantly, nodded at him, and quickly helped Elain out of the car. Azriel frowned when he noticed her limping slightly. She waved Lucien off and nudged him back to his car. He shook his head at her before hugging her and getting back inside the car. 

“Mommy!” Daemon shouted from beside Az. “Look at me swimming!” 

Elain glanced towards them and gave a slight smile, before walking towards them. Azriel noticed, however, that she was trying to disguise her limp.

“You’re back,” Azriel stated flatly. 

“You’re not supposed to be swimming. And neither is Daemon.” Elain claimed with both her hands on her hip. “It’s in the middle of December. It was snowing literally half an hour ago.”

Azriel turned towards her and went to the side of the pool, jumping onto the concrete, and stood up straight in front of her. He didn’t miss how her eyes instantly snapped to his bare chest before slowly coming back to his face.

“How was your little trip to the mountains, huh?” He asked coolly, snapping her out of her daze. 

“What?” She blinked up at him. “How do you know I went up to the mountains?” He shrugged nonchalantly and walked past her, hitting her shoulder with his. “Were you following us?” Elain asked him incredulously. 

“No, I didn’t leave the house.” He answered and she let out a sigh of relief, causing Azriel to scoff. “There’s a tracker injected in your neck. Did it the first night you were here.” 

She instantly raised her hand up to her neck touching it everywhere to search for the place where a tracker could be. “What the fuck Azriel?! How could you do that? That is a complete violation of privacy!” 

Azriel whipped around and in two long strides, he was right in front of Elain, seething. “Privacy?” He bit out. “What privacy? In case you forgot, I kidnapped you and brought you here against your will.” He looked at her neck with a predatory grin. 

“Did a pretty satisfactory job, didn't I?” He brought his hand up to her neck and brushed his thumb against it, her hand dropping on its own accord. He got a dark look in his eyes as he noticed Elain’s breathing getting shallow. 

Azriel lowered his head, bringing his mouth near Elain’s ear. “Don’t worry, the pool is heated.” He whispered, his lips touching the shell of her ear.

Without sparing Elain another glance, Azriel stalked back into his house, directly moving to his office. 

~~~~~

Elain waited until Daemon had been properly heated and well-fed before she went in search of Azriel. 

Fortunately for her, he came in search of her instead. He handed her the first aid kit and removed his shirt silently, sitting in a chair in front of her. 

Elain also remained quiet, removing the old bandage on his back and cleaning the wound, which she was happy to see was healing. She again wrapped a new bandage on top, but her hands lingered on his bare back. She traced her hands up to his shoulders and she could feel him tensing beneath her. 

“You have every right to be angry at me.” She whispered softly. “But I didn’t go there for what you think I did.” 

Az shook his head and made to get up before Elain pushed him down. She took out the pen drive from her pocket and held it in front of him. “This has something that might help you out.”

Azriel grabbed it and turned his head to look at her. “Why don’t you tell me why you went there.” 

Elain inhaled deeply. “I had a hunch. And I needed proof before I could present it to you.” 

Azriel nodded and got up, grabbing her hand in his, before leading her to his office. She looked around in awe as he turned the lights on. She was impressed by the whole setup, which gave absolute hacker vibes. When she had thought of what would be inside his office, she had imagined a wooden desk, a lot of bookshelves lining the walls, and a simple setup. 

She hadn’t expected two desktop screens connected to a laptop, a glass desk. The walls were covered with soft boards and whiteboards, all of which were filled. 

“Cassian was right, you are batman.” She breathed out and Az just smirked at her. He connected the pen drive and sat down on his chair, Elain waiting with bated breath. 

~~~~~

Azriel was hurt. But he knew he couldn’t stay angry at her. He loved her too much. He would accept it if she demanded to be with Graysen even after everything. He didn’t want to know why she had gone to his cabin, but he would at least hear her out. 

Azriel found a folder labeled ‘Finance Records’, which did indeed consist of financial records. Of Graysen’s company. 

“Yesterday, meeting Vassa was a coincidence. But when she took me out to smoke, she started talking about her work. When I realized who she was working for, I just coerced her to give me more.” Elain spoke up. “Graysen’s company has hired a lawyer to help him with any possible drug accusations. It’s not him or any of his company members doing the dealings. I didn’t get the whole thing out of Vassa, but she did tell me that someone else is operating under his name.” Elain informed him as he was busy scrolling through the files she had managed to get. Azriel had to admit, she had done a pretty good job. 

Azriel glanced at each of them, only to realize there was nothing irregular with them. “This could just be a front for the tax department.” He stated.

Elain groaned. “No. All his dirty work is kept in that cabin. There are invoices of money extortion and everything, but nothing related to either buying or selling drugs.” 

Azriel continued persuing through the documents when he found one statement that made him pause. “This one shows our company giving him 150 k, in three installments.” 

Azriel knew there had been no such dealing between his company and Graysen’s which confused him further. He mailed the documents to Rhysand.

“Another thing!” Elain exclaimed from behind him. She was leaning against him, the smell of her shampoo hitting him directly in the face. “Rhysand’s father was there.”

Azriel whipped his head quickly, not noticing how close her face was to his. “What do you mean he was there?”

“Lucien and I saw his car rolling up to the cabin.” 

Azriel got up from his chair and grabbed Elain tightly. “Did he see you? Are you okay?” 

Elain shook her head. “We ran away before he could. And I’m fine, I just twisted my ankle.” 

Azriel groaned and before he realized it, Elain had risen on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. Azriel wrapped his hand around her hair, tugging on it to tilt her head upwards. He pushed through her lips, his free hand crushing her towards him. 

She ran her hand around his shoulders, before tightly grasping his t-shirt. He pushed her behind, and the chair he had been sitting on pushed away. Elain bit his lip, which caused him to move back, his hand coming up to his lip. He saw there was slight blood and he glanced at Elain in question who was smiling at him before she started laughing. Azriel felt perplexed and frowned at her. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just.” She let out another laugh. “I feel like we’re back in high school, making out in the computer lab during lunch.” 

Azriel couldn’t help the laugh of his own that came out. They both laughed, until they heard Daemon outside, calling for them. 

~~~~~

“You look like a man on a mission.”

Azriel scoffed at Rhysand who had barged into his office. Elain had finally given him the green light to go to the office building for his work, while bargaining that he allows Elain to go to the hospital. 

Azriel agreed but insisted on her having a security detail to which she claimed she had a solution. 

She had suggested the Terrasen Security company. How Elain had heard of them, Azriel did not want to know as the stories of the infamous Cadre were known throughout the mafia world. 

“Rowan Whitehorn. Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in a while.” Rhys whistled as he made his way toward Azriel and saw his research. 

“Do you not understand the concept of privacy?” Azriel sneered at Rhys who just smirked. 

“Not at all. What do you need from Rowan?”

Azriel shook his head. “Elain wants to go back to work. And I told her she could go if she was protected and she said, and I quote, ‘I know people”

Rhys gave Azriel an amused look. “First of all, I’m surprised you caved. What happened to the ‘In case you forgot, you’ve been kidnapped’? And second, how the hell does Elain know Rowan?” 

Azriel ignored the first part of his question because he himself was contemplating temporary insanity. “Do you think they met through Graysen?”

Rhys scoffed. “Please, Graysen has too much pride to hire someone like Rowan. And Rowan has enough sense to not work for someone like Graysen.” Rhys paused before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Have you ever stopped to consider that even though you got rid of Elain to protect her from our world, maybe she wasn’t that protected?” 

Azriel shook his head in denial. “No. Because then everything I’ve sacrificed and everything we went through would’ve been for nothing.” 

Rhys held his hands up in surrender. “If you want, I can use my contacts to get you a meeting with Rowan.” 

“No need. Elain handled it. Was just doing recon for tonight when they come over.” 

Azriel glanced at Rhys’s flabbergasted expression and couldn’t help but smirk smugly. “It seems perhaps you’re not the only well-connected one.”

~~~~~

Elain was waiting anxiously. The sun had set and she had prepared the house well. Azriel had also returned early from work just to meet her friends.

Azriel was seated patiently on the sofa, his ankle placed over his leg. He glanced towards his watch. “It seems your friends don’t know what punctuality means.” 

Elain shot him a glare and sneaked a glance toward the clock. It was 8:30, they were supposed to be there at 8. Finally, the front bell rang and Elain jumped towards the door, putting the code in. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Elain swung it open, hugging Aelin and then moving toward Rowan. She could feel Azriel standing behind her so she moved back and gestured toward Az. 

“Guys, this is Az.” She looked towards Azriel then. “This is Aelin and Rowan.”

Az held his hand out for both of them. “It’s nice to meet friends of Elain.” He said diplomatically, which caused Elain to wince. She already saw Az discreetly glance around as if expecting an ambush. 

“Do you know your house is unplottable?” Aelin questioned and Rowan gave her a warning glance. 

“I intended it to be that way,” Az replied with a smile. 

“Why don’t you all come inside?” Elain questioned, clearing the path for them. “It’s freezing out here.” 

Both of them followed and Elain took their coats. They ended up sitting in the living room, where Daemon was already seated.  

“Hey Daemon!” Aelin exclaimed, rushing towards Daemon with her hands stretched out. Daemon instantly stood up from his seat and hugged Aelin. Daemon then let go of her and moved towards Rowan, who picked him up and swung him around, Daemon’s laughter echoing off the walls. 

Elain smiled and glanced towards Azriel who was frowning and his jaw was tight. She slowly moved to him, placing a hand on his clenching fist. “Rowan was around a lot during his initial years. Almost like his father figure. But Daemon knows you’re his real father.”

Azriel looked towards Elain and unclenched his jaw, nodding at Elain.

Rowan turned towards the two and let Daemon go. “Why don’t you go up to your room, huh? I’ll come and check up on you in while.” Elain said. Daemon nodded and bid them goodnight, while the four sat in the living area. 

“Rhysand called me in the afternoon.” Rowan started.

“How do you know Rhysand?” Elain questioned. 

“Met at a convention.” 

Elain frowned. “I’m guessing it wasn’t a normal type of convention?” 

Azriel smirked at Elain. “Nothing is normal here Elain. You should get used to it.” 

“We got information on what you asked for.” Aelin opened her handbag and brought out a small folder. “And we have also prepared to have our best be there for you when you’re in the hospital.” 

“But they wouldn’t be allowed inside,” Azriel argued. 

Aelin shook her head. “Don’t underestimate our guys. Trust me, they’ll have eyes everywhere.” 

Azriel leaned forwards, placing his elbows on his knees. “Anyone from the Cadre would catch too much attention.”

“The Cadre won’t be involved. There are other, equally talented people for the job.” Rowan added. “We also have an idea of how to figure out if Rhysand’s father is involved with Graysen or not,”

“We appreciate the help, but I don’t think we need it. It’s a personal matter.” Azriel stated harshly. 

Elain placed her hand on his forearm. “I asked them to do this for me Azriel. Please.” 

“How do you know each other?” He asked, glancing toward the other two seated in front of him. 

“Elain and I were roommates in college. At least, for the first semester.” Aelin answered. “We remained close after that.” 

“That must’ve been nice,” Azriel said, mildly subdued. 

Aelin smirked deviously. “I have tons of stories if you want to hear.”

Elain groaned, knowing exactly what stories Aelin would share, and Azriel perked up, smiling tentatively. “I would love that.”

~~~~~

Azriel decided the next day was the best opportunity to plant the bugs in Sir’s study. The entire Knight family that resided in the manor was supposed to be outside, Rhysand at the office, Feyre at her art studio, and Sir had a doctor’s appointment. Azriel guessed even ruthless people like him could fall prey to illnesses. 

“Wow, this place hasn’t changed one bit.” Elain’s voice came from beside him. He didn’t know how to shut her down and especially after she was the one who figured this out, she deserved to be included. 

“We will directly go to Sir’s office and then out of there as fast as possible, okay?” 

Elain raised her hands in surrender. She had opted to were an all-black attire. ‘Perfect for stealth’ she had said. “I promise not to fuck this up. And no reminiscing. I get it.”

Azriel groaned and moved on toward the house, not glancing back to check if she was following or not. 

~~~~~

The room seemed ancient. Elain imagined it could resemble the study rooms she had seen in castles and palaces. There was a massive desk in the middle, with bookshelves all around, a liquor cabinet as well as a vintage globe, which Elain assumed was for decoration purposes. 

Azriel moved inside and shut the door, switching on one of the lamps on the desk. “Look for anything that could be useful, but don’t mess things up. I’ll implant the bugs.” 

Elain nodded and started looking everywhere. She searched in the bookshelf first, taking the books out and flipping through them. She then moved onto a side desk and tried opening the top drawer. However, she felt some resistance and the drawer wouldn’t completely budge. She bent down, touching around the bottom to see what was disturbing the movement when an envelope fell into her hand. 

“Az…” He looked at her and she showed him the envelope. “It’s addressed to you.” 

He took the envelope from her and inspected it carefully. “It’s from Adriata University.” He flipped it over. “Dated 2012?” 

“Why does Rhys’ dad have it?” Elain asked. 

He looked at her for a moment then tore open the envelope. He took the letter out and started reading, “Dear Azriel Knight, we are pleased to let you know that you have been… accepted?” His voice trailed off as he read the entire letter. Twice. He clutched the letter tightly in his hand. “I was accepted.” He breathed out. 

Elain put her hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him but he instantly jerked it off. She frowned at him. “Azriel, it’s okay. There has to be some sort of explanation behind this.” He looked up at her, his eyes filled with unshed tears. 

“It’s not okay El. I was accepted. I could’ve gone with you. I could’ve saved us.” His voice broke and she couldn’t stop the tears that flowed from her eyes. She rubbed his back reassuringly but he abruptly straightened. 

“We should leave.” 

“Az, look at me.” 

“Someone could come and we’d get caught.”

“Az! Look at me!” She held his chin and turned his face towards her. He looked at her with sadness filling his face and she felt a sudden urge to destroy anything or anyone that hurt him. That hurt her Az. 

“Baby, it’s okay. I don’t blame you. I don’t hate you.” He shook his head and she cupped his face with both her hands. “I could never hate you.” She whispered. 

Azriel looked at Elain, tears forming in his eyes. “There wasn’t a single day in my life where I never loved you. Before all of this, I had never thought there was a way to love you more, but I was proven wrong. Every day when I see you, I love you more than before. And it’s driving me crazy.” She rest her forehead on his, him barely breathing. “But I would gladly lose my mind than lose you again.”

He didn’t say anything, just kissed her. Fiercely, desperately, holding on to her as if she was the one thing preventing him from falling away to nothing. 

~~~~~

AN: I do these open endings a bit too often, don't I?

Next Chapter: 5th May

I'll be taking another break for my health. Fortunately, if things look better, I might update early.

[eartheats]

[@champ-inthemaking] 7 13 20 21

7. whos yr best friend n how much money would it take for u to stab em (knife is complementary)

oh gosh...i mean, not counting all of the people on rotomblr (you could not pay me enough to stab caoimhe or miss bryony or any others!!), k?? madi's pretty close up there too but k and i used to get in trouble all the time together, and we kinda curse each other and owe each other a bit...

but probably?? 20,000 a day for life?? k would understand i think, but i'd probably have to share it for his hospital bills. which like, worth it??

13. most tempting forbidden food (revives soap pods lava that kinda thing)

honestly. there are so many things out there, but shout-out to the ability capsule?? i kind of wanna chew on one and see what happens. k said if i ever do that he needs to be there to record it tho

20. rank all the times u almost died from coolest to least cool

5. the recent mountain trip that i tripped and fell and nearly got frostbite from. 0/10 do not recommend 4. there was this kale tequila i bought that i drank and i heard someone say "pretty sure if you drank more of that you'd be dead" and i couldn't tell how serious they were??? anyway 1.5/10, the headache i got from it after was splitting and if i'm gonna die, i at least want it to be fun and fulla hubris!! 3. so i almost drowned once playing in cinnabar??? there's this weird water that's like, really close to the island and my parents told me no swimming, but lil me was like "but what if...swimming". anyway lulu had to fish me out but i saw some weird shit!! like these ultra weird staticy pokemon?? for that alone, 3/10. 2. so i don't know how close i came to dying but shout-out to the time lulu and i were playing in that old abandoned mansion and a buncha raticate decided they wanted to take a bite and lulu was like "uh, heck no!!". lulu just picked me up and i felt like i was flyin' for a while!! solid 7/10. 1. so one time i actually decided that i wanted to go to vermillion instead of our normal cinnabar trip?? just to kinda check it out. anyway the boat started movin' again and i decided to try and leap out from the top of the boat to try and get onto the vermillion dock but fell in the water and kept trying to swim. it took a while, a couple sailors had their water types bring me up and help me and i'm pretty sure the sailors were worried because i couldn't swim, but shortly after i just went and ran off into the city before bumpin' into this guy in green?? he stopped me, the sailors caught up and he and the sailors talked for a bit and the guy laughed and said something about me being pretty gutsy, bringing out a magnezone, which was the coolest thing i'd seen like, ever, and it helped plop me back on the boat!! my parents weren't too pleased, but man. i hope that guy's still around, he seemed cool and i wanna meet him again!! 9.5/10

21. bare minimum act of dipshittery that would provoke u to fistfight a stranger in a shopping mall

neil. i work in retail. i wanna do this on the daily.

but an~y~way, the second i see someone liter in a shopping mall or leave behind an awful or just easily clean-up-able mess?? it's on sight. cleaning workers are the backbone of all of our lives and i hate hate HAAAATE watching people act like "oh it's their job to clean it up! we don't have to care how messy we're being!!" TAUROS SHIT. CLEAN YOUR MESS UP OR I WILL BEAT YOU WITH MY FUTURE SICK CRUTCHES

[kysplumbob]

The next day Rockelle decided to talk to Tallulah. She noticed that there was a serious stand still between Tallulah and Killian ( more on Tallulah's part obviously )

Rockelle: Lulu, you know that I love both you and Killian equally, right? I have no favorites, there's no need to hold a grunge against you're little brother.

Tallulah: But you've been paying so much attention to him! You barely even spend time with me because you're always holding him!

Rockelle sighed and pulled Tallulah closer to her in a hug.

Rockelle: He's an infant, he needs a little more help, until he learns on his own. But i'm sorry if me or your dad made you feel that way. We never intended to do that.

Tallulah felt a little bad, she knew Killian was just a baby.. an infant and knew no better but she couldn't help feel a little... lonely and maybe... jealous?

Tallulah: …It's ok

Rockelle: How about you play with Killian a little, maybe spending some time with him, you'll start to like him? He needs a strong big sister to watch out for him

They both stood and Tallulah nodded, liking the idea of being the strong big sister.

Tallulah: Hmm… ok mom, since I am his big sister, it's my duty to watch out for him!

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The Hunter and the Hunted: Teemo 1

Bandle City. My home, my duty, my responsibility.

I’ve been part of the Bandle Scout Forces for as long as I can remember. You may not say by looking at me, but I’m hundred years old. My size and look are part of what makes me so good at my job, people see me and don’t suspect that beneath my small and fluffy appearance there is an experienced soldier who has a long streak of successful missions on his back. Humans are the ones that make this mistake the most, they always forget that size doesn’t mean everything.

But when I’m not on duty, I’m just Teemo! I love my fellow yordles citizens, I love to help those in need, and I love to laugh with my friends. Maybe I do appear as my size and look show…

Oh, well!

I say goodbye to my good friend and fellow soldier Tristana with the promise to see her again once I return, to eat and drink together while sharing our days.

On this day I’m on scouting duty in the Kumungu Jungles. I have to see if anything is suspicious and I have to reposition my shrooms in the most important parts of the jungle. The day, despite some unexpected dispute with the local fauna, is going fine. There are traces of hunters from Noxus, with equipment far too striking to be just some hunters’ tools. Poachers, or kidnappers. I must inform the city. Luckily my shrooms found them before they could harm someone.

I step on the purple face of one of those humans, now dead and unable to hurt anyone. It wasn’t the first time that I saw tools like those. Many times humans had ventured this far to kidnap yordles. We’ve been sold as pets, slaves, and in some cases, they ate us. I was once kidnapped too. While on a mission to get myself a Soul-Devouring SeaWorm in the area of Bilgewater, I was captured by a man with funny hair on his face and a long coat, whose intent was to sell me for gold. With the help of Tristana, Corki and Lulu I was safe and he was turned into a frog.

I laugh at my own memory of that episode and start placing the shrooms while humming and singing notes of an old yordle song. A bush moves behind me. I freeze as I expect one of the humans to have survived my traps, so I put a hand on my blowgun.

I wasn’t expecting what follows: a roar, loud and scary forces me to turn without taking my weapon. A lion, bigger than a bear and more ferocious that anything I’d ever seen in that jungle. It’s not from around here, I can tell that just by looking at it. Nothing within my knowledge matches its description. A Vastaya, maybe?

The lion is about to reach me, thoughts of death and sorrow freeze me on the spot, sure my time was up. But no sir it’s not. The last shroom I put down a few seconds earlier explodes and its pores hit the beast, clouding its sight. It ends its course on a tree as I grab my weapon and flee for dear life. I run for what feels like an hour despite being a minute or two. I stop my run and turn around towards where I came from knowing that that beast was not done with me. I breathe and calm myself down.

I am Teemo, the swift scout, former Omega Squad leader. I will show this animal what that means!

…

Geez, Tristana’s right, I DO change when I get serious…

I know that the lion is comic and I would make sure it knows that I am not to fall without a fight. It probably attacked me thinking that I’m a small, defenceless creature that is just strolling in the jungle, begging to be killed and feasted upon. I will show him what a small creature like me can do to a big one like him.

I decide to hide in a bush, knowing that my footprints, albeit small and hard to see to untrained eyes, will bring him to me. Good, I’ll be waiting.

I lay my shrooms around the bush and hide them inside the ground, setting my traps. I enter the bush as planned, take my blowgun to my mouth and breathe.

Now, I wait.

Heavy steps approach my direction. It’s not even trying to conceal its position, cocky and sure that it’s going to take my life. He rips the bush with his knife, seeing me armed and ready.

-Hi.

I shoot him with a dart between his eyes, a very special dart of mine created with a toxin that temporarily blinds my enemies. It won't damage a big beast like that much, but it's not supposed to deal tons of damage. The animal shouts, trying to hit me with his knife and claws but I’m already away, and then he steps on one of the traps I laid, engulfing him by the purple toxin cloud once more. I know not if more traps are triggered, I only know that this will be a long day.

[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Ten

Over the next several weeks Chloe and Michael spent all their time together furnishing and decorating the house. Beth came along a few times to help out and give her opinion. Chloe decided she needed to bring up the visit with his ex-wife and the awful burns on her face and body. One day she felt it was time.

"Michael, may we talk honey?"

"This sound serious." He said as he sat down beside her on the new leather couch.

"I had a visit a few weeks ago from someone you know. It was very disturbing what she had to say and show me."

"She said she was your ex-wife Hope, and she was covered in burns. She wore a veil to cover her facial burns. She told me a story that you tried to kill her by burning her alive in this house with your parents. She made it out alive and got help. It was horrible to see Michael, she cried.”

"My ex-wife came to see you? I didn't try to kill her. I tried to get her out but couldn't so I ran for help. She has told everyone for years I'm a monster and tried to kill her. It just isn't true. She had her sister help file divorce papers while in the hospital. She was in so much pain she didn't know what she was saying. I was never charged with anything." He explained

"Well, who was this woman?" Michael asked.

"I'm sorry Michael, but I wanted to be open and honest with you."

Chloe reached over and hugged Michael. He tenderly kissed her and she realized how much she loved him.

"His ex-wife had taken in a lot of smoke and was badly burned. By the time help got there she was unconscious. She was mistaken that's all. Mind playing tricks on her. She hurt so someone needed to pay,” Chloe thought

It was getting close to Christmas. On Friday the family was having close friends and family over for a tree decorating party. As well as an Anniversary party for Edith and Bob. It would be their 25th wedding Anniversary. This year there would be one extra person who was very dear to Chloe, Michael. It would be so much fun. The therapy had been really helping. No anger, snapping, hitting, yelling, nothing. It was wonderful. He got upset sometimes like everyone but always caught himself. Christmas was going to be great.

"Beth, have you gotten your Christmas shopping done yet?” Chloe asked her Thursday afternoon at work.

"Are you kidding girl, I haven't even started," she threw her head back and laughed.

"You know I procrastinate with everything." She giggled.

"Well, you can come with me tomorrow and we will both procrastinate our Christmas lists together until their done."

"I guess we have the day off,” Beth said "so it's a deal!"

The Cafe started to get an afternoon bumper of customers. It got very busy all of a sudden. Beth took one side and Chloe took the other side.

"HI Georgia and Hannah. You have a minute away from the B&B?”

"We like to take an hour or two every week or two to ourselves,” said Hannah. “We have great Managers so it's in good hands." She replied.

Georgia chimed in, "Today we are having a quick bite and doing a bit of Christmas shopping.”

"Well, I won't hold your up. What would you ladies like?"

"A cup of cream of broccoli soup with half a tuna sandwich please dear, for us both,” Hannah said.

"Okay I'll be right back with your order and with more decaffeinated coffee for you."

Chloe was quickly off to take Curtis McGoverns order so he could get back to the hardware store. Then to LuLu so she could do Edith's hair in a while. Within about 2 hours it had finally quieted down and it was just some farmers sitting around drinking coffee and talking about this year's farmer's almanac predictions. Beth and Chloe began tearing things apart and cleaning everything before there shift ended in a couple hours.

"Hey, we haven't spent much girl time together lately, how about a or two after work?” Chloe asked.

"A couple would be okay. Edith has a list of errands for us you know." Beth replied

"Yes I’m aware of it,” Chloe said.

They finished up work and walked over to Bella's to have a couple of drinks. They had no more than got there drinks and Michael showed up. Beth spoke up.

"Not tonight cowboy, it's girls night. Sorry."

Michael looked at Chloe for confirmation.

"Sorry Michael, I told Beth we would spend time together since I hadn't seen her much lately. Don't worry honey, you'll see me tomorrow at the party."

Michael sighed and agreed “Okay. I love you. Be safe."

"I love you too.”

Michael picked her up off the bar stool and gave her a kiss that took her breath away.

"Bye babe,” he said and he was gone.

"That was quite the spectacle,” Beth said.

"Oh come on, I've seen you neckin' in the back of the bar with a few guys. So don't talk spectacle to me." Chloe snapped.

"Calm down. It was just a comment. Let's finish our drinks and hammer out this list for Edith."

" I'm sorry,” Chloe said

"Me too.”

It was chilly out, or at least for the South it was, so the drinks warmed them up. It was only 45 degrees.

But they hurried along. They ran to the car and turned the heat on. They ran all the errands in a hurry so they could get home before Edith thought the had gotten kidnapped. As soon as they walked in Edith said

"Where have you been? Do you know what time it is. I've been worried. You could have been kidnapped for all I knew."

The girls both bust out laughing. Edith was so predictable but you had to love her.

"Edith,” Chloe said, “we were getting the things at the grocery store, then we went and got the party decor you ordered at Patty's Party supplies and then we stopped and picked up the boxes of liquor you ordered. Which by the looks of how much you bought it should be quite the fun party." She laughed.

"Don't worry Edith,” Beth chimed in, “everything is under control. We'll get up early and help with appetizers and anything else you need. Okay?”

With that both girls went to their rooms to go to bed. Chloe wondered what to get Michael for Christmas. She had seen a beautiful gold pocket watch at the jewelry store. She was thinking of getting that and engraving 'I love you' on it. Yes I think that's what I will do. As she sat on the bed in her nightgown putting lotion on she heard something outside her window. The next thing she knew Michael was in her room.

"Michael! What are you doing?" she whispered.

"I had to see you. Look at how beautiful you are. Don't worry, I only want to tell you good night and give you a kiss." He stated

"Well that is sweet of you."

He leaned over to kiss her. It made Chloe feel all warm inside.

"You know I love you don't you Chloe?" He asked

"Yes, I and I love you."

"I'm going to get you a very special gift. I very excited about. I hope you'll like it."

"I'm sure I will love it Michael, but if you tell me what it is I can be sure." She said giggling.

"Absolutely not! You'll see it soon enough." He smiled.

"It's getting late Michael and I have a busy day tomorrow so you better go. Sorry to say but you're going to have to leave the way you came." They both laughed.

As Michael got in his car he was so excited for the gift he was going to give her at the party to tomorrow night he knew he would get little sleep.

[ofstarsandskies]

{from Mana} She's still slightly terrified of Julius and even Ludger but she has come to bring them gifts. For Ludger there is a few cookbooks and a few daggers. For Julius she made a few tomato plushies, and since Sunny said something about him wanting a prized possession box, he gets one with little cats carved into the side. And she brought Lulu some treats she got from the katz. "Happy holidays from my family to yours!"

@pastelfates cause the boys got gifts (and some in return~)

Right as Ludger's oven went off, so did their doorbell. Did Nova come early? "Nii-san, can you get the cookies?" It might be a gamble to ask, but surely Julius wouldn't set the house on fire opening an oven door. Guess they'd find out.

Anyway, the door! To his surprise, his guest wasn't Nova (well she wasn't too surprising; she's never early) or even Zig; Mana came bearing gifts! "Oh, Merry Verius Evening to you too, Mana!" Ludger greeted. "Could you step inside for a minute? I've got something for you in return!"

"Merry Verius Evening to you, Mana," Julius managed to not burn anything down by himself, allowing him to offer the welcome guest fresh, warm cookies. "We're both honored you'd come to personally deliver our gifts. Then again, finding an interdimensional mail courier is the bigger hassle." Not unless Lady Norn pulled small favors, wherever she was.

"While I stall for time, we have gifts for you and Ms. Sunny as well. We kept them in Ludger's room so Lulu didn't use the box as a scratching post--" A loud ting rang from the railing in Ludger's closet. He told him not to stash it too far back; little brothers never think ahead. "--So they should be unharmed. But while we wait, do you mind if I open mine?"

Julius set the cookie tray down on the table and opened his box. His eyes settled on the tomatoes first, big shock, giving them a gentle squeeze. Definitely plush; good thing he tested first. "These are lovely, Mana. My room needs a bit of sprucing up."

As for the cute kitty box, it took Julius a second to realize the inspiration behind it. When it clicked, he couldn't help a hearty chuckle, "Ms. Sunny got a good memory-- I didn't think she'd remember that compliment on her prized possession box idea." Suffice to say, he'd already put one thing: an old photo of Ludger's 10th birthday party Julius used to remember why he never stopped fighting.

How it held up without creasing this long, call it an Origin's miracle.

And after all that talking, Ludger returned with custom gift boxes cut into a sunflower and rabbit respectively. "Sorry for the wait! I uh-- I'm sure Julius said why," Julius' wry smile said as much. "I won't talk your ear off after you endured his stalling. Merry Verius Eve to you and Sunny!"

Mana's box held two items: the first, a hand-printed and published fifty paged animal pun book, illustrations included, by Julius himself. At its side would be a doll of the book's cover mascot, a custom sewn Bunnykins. Its arms were positioned and reinforced enough to hold Mana's new book, should she want to display them both.

Sunny's box also came with two separate things: Ludger's gift was a hand-selected copy of several Elympion and Rieze Maxian dishes cook book Ludger tortured a copy machine to cobble together. Julius' gift required some serious networking to recover a milennia old Spyrix casing which Julius managed to buff off the rust and dirt off of. Wouldn't trump her milennia old keepsakes, but it'd sure try its best.

"Enjoy the holiday your world celebrates! We're happy to have you around any day you'd like--" Wait a second... did Mana have cat treats in her hands? Well, it was the holidays; he'd let it go this once. "A-And I'll open my gift if you don't mind!"

A new set of twin daggers! Always good to have a backup-- his Ardent Vesperias weren't shining as much as they used to. "I'll never turn down a nice pair of weapons," He'd give them a test run out on the Highroad when it warmed up. The books though, oh they'd get used right away! "And cookbooks from another world? Sign me up every time! Thank you and your sister both! Keep warm and safe!"

[pidayforpi]

4, 15, 18, 23 for the End of Year ask

4. Movie of the Year?

Um...this is simultaneously the easiest and the hardest for me to answer XD

I have watched quite a number of movies this year, both cartoons and non-cartoons (though mostly cartoons because it's me XD). I would say...

Objectively, it's The Bad Guys. I have to mention this one, because I had really anticipated since the promotions started, and it was VERY GOOD when I actually watched it. Everything about the movie is amazing. Cute, funny, CUTE. Especially love the animations and art styles. VERY UNIQUE.

(A small story regarding me and The Bad Guys: I actually thought I had missed the movie and was rather disappointed. Until one day I came across a cinema timetable showing The Bad Guys on it (but I couldn't watch that one show). I then searched for any other screening of the movie, and eventually watched it in late June. Quite a journey!)

But I have to mention another one: DC League of Super-Pets. Yes.

For one, I am not a DC (or Marvel) fan to start with, so I actually didn't know anything about the background stuff (except, well, obvious ones like Superman and Batman). I didn't even know Krypto or Ace before this movie. I really just went to the cinema because I needed any cartoon movies. I didn't expect much, as well.

But then...Oh my god that movie is GOLD.

First of all, give whoever wrote the script a damn Oscar. Because the script is pure COMEDY GOLD. And I don't mean it in a "cringe" sense of funny. The script is unironically funny.

Witty is the best word I can find to describe the entire movie. It has to be one of the most entertaining movies I have ever watched in my life. In terms of the comedy factor, not even The Bad Guys can best this one. It is smart, funny, a bit of feels when needed, but light-hearted all of the time (even in "serious" scenes, which definitely helps to keep the movie feel-good and enjoyable, which is very important to me).

(Looking at you, "juice-box" punch thingie XD)

Another Oscar goes to whoever did the voice-casting (and the voice actors themselves, of course). Best of the best goes to Kate McKinnon and Kevin Hart. Lulu and Ace have to be the funniest of all cast. The delivery of their already funny lines doubles the wittiness. I don't exactly know how to describe it, but the voices are talented, on-point and natural. They definitely make the funny movie even more hilarious.

(Favourite character is Chip, tho)

(Also didn't expect to see Dewey Ben Schwartz there XD At last he doesn't voice a blue character!)

League of Super-Pets is really the surprise movie to me this year. I never expected it to be such a banger. It is smart, quick, funny, and had me making this face the entire movie:

(Ah, accidentally did a mini-review... _(:3 」∠)_)

15. What's a bad habit you picked up this year?

I am not sure how to answer this one...Not sure if this counts as a bad habit, but...

I think I have become more stressed/tense/insecure/paranoid (?) this year. Probably due to me moving to a new place, and perhaps university starting. Sometimes I do feel (and act) overly cautious and skittish, as well as hyper-aware of my presentation...

Hopefully I can get better as days go by. I am...quite slow to warm up (I am already surprised how "okay" I feel before/after moving), so I may need some time to get used to things. Hopefully it'll get better soon.

18. A memorable meal this year?

I would say my last meal at a noodle shop I had been a patron of.

I had been to that place since...7th grade? I don't remember how I started to go to that shop. But it had given me valuable memories throughout the years. My family said that I had become a VIP at that store. The people there could already remember what I usually ordered (I seldom changed).

I remember I used to go there on Sundays after church (just because we needed a place for lunch, though my family usually picked another restaurant). I remember I used to go there for dinner last year, after a long day of work at the old university (especially on Fridays, because I had a tutorial at around 6:00pm).

I also remember one period in 2020 when I thought it had closed down. Turned out it was just refurbishing.

I had my last meal there in May this year. I really didn't know if I should tell them, what to tell them, or how to tell them. My family even suggested that I take a picture with the boss/chef there.

At the end, I just told the waiter/cashier lady that I am going to study abroad. I don't know the boss', or any of the employees' names. They probably don't know mine too.

Before I departed, when one of my friends asked me what I would miss the most (other than the people), I said "food". That place is one of the things I miss, and one of the things I miss the most. I try not to think about it these days, but sometimes I do have dreams about it.

23. If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

"You are doing great. Stay strong. Be brave. Never despair."