#might animate it later but i wont be on time so who knows shrug

[hoolyelina]

happy anniversary :) ❤️💛💚

[dilvrc]

"sun and i are enemy" *proceed to get back into the house*

summary : them w a s/o who hate sun or cant go out when it was sunny because it'll make them sick

pairing : ran, baji, chifuyu, suna, kenma x reader ( separately )

warning : none

a/n : pretty much self indulgence since i always get sick when im playing under the sun for too long || I'll put keep reading thingy later after class

# RAN

he would understand you, for some reason i see him as the type who hate sun himself not because he would get sick but because he can't stand the heat and sweat

he would make sure one of you—usually him—have an umbrella and when the sun start shining brightly either of you just poof an umbrella

sometimes the both of you would play under the sun for a while yk running away from each others playing tags bla bla bla

but Ran would make sure you both did not play for a long time maybe after 30 minutes playing you both would cool down he would make sure you're okay and did not show any sign you're getting sick

but if you did get sick he would take care of you like a good boyfriend he is <33

# BAJI

mf wouldn't understand you at first like lets say its beach day w Toman *cheers* and they were allowed to bring their s/o *cheers#2* so Baji ofc would bring you along

so when you arrived you felt like you're in hell with the sun shining brightly people around making it more hotter you already feel lightheaded and then you being you took most of the things in Baji's hand ( mostly were umbrella, towel and bla bla bla equipment ) and set it up by yourself

after you were done you sat under the umbrella with sunglasses on in your left hand were a fan you brought.

Baji would look at you weirdly before shrugging it off

then when they were playing games like volleyball, playing tags you were under the big umbrella all the time and when they ask if you wanted to join you would politely decline

and then Baji in return would ask you to cheer for him which you did ofc nonchalantly like "go baji!" just like that

and when he drag you, ofc you play for a while then sneakily slip away from them back to your own paradise

then when you go home the next day you got sick and did not inform Baji make him a little concern and go to your house

and then you explain to him bla bla bla and then he take care of you and start planning indoor date w you for future purpose ofc

# CHIFUYU

if im being honest he actually noticed it before you were even dating—not in creepy yandere way ofc he usually spent his time observing you when you were around and lets say everytime you were hanging out w Toman or your friend

he would notice how you stay by yourself everytime everyone was playing under the sun

so he figure out you might not like sun or have something like getting sick, he would ask you once you get into a relationship, like a smooth person he is he would bring it up one moment when you're just chilling out under the AC then you would answer him then boom he was right

anyways he would plan a lot of indoor date just for you like cat cafe, study date ( even though you ended up didnt study at all ) and more ( idk anything about date )

anyways like Ran he would bring an umbrella just for you yk just in case it get too sunny he dont want his precious partner to get sick

when you feel like playing under the sun he would make sure you dont play around for too long and would check up on your just in case you were about to get sick

# SUNA

he suprisingly like being under the sun but hate when he get sweaty— even though he always get sweaty when he was playing volleyball but that was another story

i think he just think you dont like sun because who wouldn't but he didn't know you would actually get sick

so when he find out you would get sick ( it was during Inarizaki Sports Day when he find out you pass out from being under the sun for too long since your teacher forced you to join others— this definitely did not happen before ) he would take care of you ofc but he would tease you :D but also make sure he got all of your needs

then starting form there you two would have cafe date or movie date in either of your house, or maybe spending time cuddling and playing games ( if you play game )

# KENMA

he was okay being under the sun, but he prefer to avoid it since he also cant stand the heat

so when he find out you too dont like sun he was overjoyed that he doesn't have to spend much time outside, the both of you would spend time, watching movie or series, playing games together ( usually minecraft, mario cart or animal crossing but if you did play game like pubg, cod or bla bla bla you two would play against each other most of the time Kenma win but you did win maybe 2 out of 10 or 5 out of 10 games depending on your skills )

he doesn't have problem when you feels like playing outside he would accompany you playing around but it'll wont last long before you drag him inside or he drag you inside not wanting you to get sick

oh and if you dont feels like playing game he would have you on his lap or vice versa and watch him playing games, if you like to comment about his skills or whatever expect him showing his snack into your mouth when he was done listening to you roasting him

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[prettyvampiress96]

The Malfoy Secret

Chapter 1

Sat in her defence against the dark arts class, Anastasia sat at her desk with her head down, her long black hair falling from its place over her shoulder and her feather quill elegantly scrolling notes across the parchment in front of her under the watchful eyes of Professor Lupin. Anastasia was in her seventh and final year at Hogwarts so studying for the N.E.W.T.S were strictly underway. As Head Girl , Anna's free time was extremely limited even the she spent it mentoring some of the younger members of her house. Professor Lupin was currently recapping over a subject they had covered at the beginning of the year when a knock echoed throughout the large room.

" Forgive me for interrupting your lesson Remus but might I borrow Miss Rosier . There's a situation that requires her immediate assistance" Professor McGonagall asked her eyes locking directly to Anastasia's. When Remus nods his head granting Anastasia permission to leave the class. "Miss Rosier you'll want to collect your things class will no doubt have long finished by the time you'll return" McGonagall spoke up once again. Anastasia nodded slightly confused and with a flick of her wand , her belongings were packed and in her possession. " Professor McGonagall ma'am with all due respect may I know what the situation is that requires me to be pulled from my class" Anna questioned the head of Gryffindor house. " It would appear Miss Rosier that a child of whom you are mentoring and as of whom you are known to be close too has been injured by a hippogriff, the extent of the injury I myself am unaware now if you could Madame Pomfrey shall be waiting for you in the infirmary wing. I have to alert Draco's parents" The transfiguration teacher informed . As Anna heard Draco's name she immediately began sprinting to the infirmary wing , the blonde haired boy was indeed close to her . Anastasia burst through the infirmary doors catching sight of Draco in the bed surrounded by other Slytherin's. The Slytherins and the Slytherin head girl stood at Draco's bedside whilst his arm was mended. Anastasia knew this was a lucky escape for Draco , she had no doubt that the Gryffindor trio were in some way involved. They always were. Draco had to stay for observation for a few hours so his friends dispersed to lunch, Anna stayed getting the run down from Draco on what had happened. Anastasia had stood with her back to the large infirmary doors so the pair had yet to notice the set of parents in the doorway observing. " Draco what do I tell you time and time again , if you want to go at war with the Gryffindor's then be smart about it . A snake lies low before it strikes and therefore its prey is unaware and then dead. Take myself for example do you see me all out duelling in the courtyard? no you don't . Even after that Weasley insulted my family I planned ahead and I struck him when he least expected it and I've yet to see Percy on my rounds since. The moral is be smart Draco and don't lose us anymore points or you may find yourself duelling me little Malfoy" Anna joked patting Draco's good shoulder both of them laughing together until the pair heard chuckling behind them. Anastasia eyed the two adults lurking in the doorway , she didnt have to ask who they were to know that these were Draco's parents. After all her family had mentioned the Malfoy family countless of times, although she hadn't expected them to look so breath-taking. The woman hurried at great speed to Draco's bedside Lucius standing right beside her. " Draco my poor baby don't you worry that animal and that sad excuse of a teacher wont be on the grounds once your father is finished with them. Nothing hurts our baby" Narcissa cooed failing to notice the blush spreading across Draco's face. Anastasia giggled at Draco's embarrassment. " Sorry to interrupt Draco but now youre family are here I see you're in good hands so I shall leave you be, but take this" handing Draco a book for transfigurations " I know its not your strongest topic but itll do for now considering your not in class and I'll help with your homework after alright. We need to keep those grades up after all" she offered. Anastasia managed to move two steps before a figure blocked her way. Looking up she found herself looking into the ice blue eyes of Lucius Malfoy himself. " Do forgive me but who exactly are you we know Draco's friends and your face isnt one we are likely to forget is it darling?" The tall blonde questioned his wife. She moved to his side humming in thought. " No Darling I do believe we havent met her I am sure of it" Narcissa assured her husband both of their eyes coming to glance at Anna. " My name is Anastasia Esmeralda Rosier and I am Slytherin Head Girl and Draco's mentor

courtesy of Professor Snape sir " Anastasia spoke clear not allowing the pair to see how intimidated they made her. When Anastasia glanced back towards Draco , he simply shrugged during their interaction. The pair both missed the looks that the elder Malfoys shared with one another.

Draco was released from the infirmary wing in time for dinner that evening and as promised Anna assisted him in anything he didnt quite understand while at the same time revising over all of her N.E.W.T.S that she was set to take in a mere few days. Just over a week later N.E.W.T.S had finished and all students were packing up the dorms ready to spend summer break at home. Many of those students already excited for the next year. Draco Malfoy was one specific student who indeed was not looking forward to returning knowing that Anastasia would now not be returning. Her final year now complete. Anastasia was a nervous wreck now that the time had finally come , the fact that she wouldn't be a student at Hogwarts next year really had begun to sink in . There were plenty of careers she had in her mind . She had already been accepted to work within the Ministry of Magic.. Working was something that also had young Anastasia scared. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't worried, after all her last name is the name of her father therefore would others think she was destined for the same fate despite never stepping a foot out of line. As Anna settled herself into the comfort of her train compartment , she curled up on the plush fabric of the seat and leaned her head against the window , closing her eyes she was thankful for the chance of an empty carriage it happened on rare occasions. Moments later that silence was disturbed by a white headed third year. Ana had half expected Draco's cavalry to file in right behind him but it was just him. The pair just looked out the window unsure of what to say to each other. The train began to slow to a stop signalling they were at kings cross this was it . This was their goodbye. People from all houses began filing out onto the platform 9 and 3/4 .

The white mane of the elusive Lucius Malfoy could be spotted miles away. Anastasia's Aunt had come to meet her despite her not feeling herself. This was her younger brothers only child and the child she raised and treated as her own. Merlin himself wouldn't stop her from missing this. With her luggage in tow Ana had spotted her aunt Amalthea Rosier or aunt Thea as Anna called her and headed directly for her . Anna embraced her Aunt in a large hug. "Auntie you didnt have to meet me here , you should be at home resting, I could have apparated home, but thank you " Anna thanked her aunt tearfully appreciating the effort she had gone through to be there. Thea didn't have a chance to respond as a pair of arms enclosed around her nieces waist, holding her from behind. Anna looked down and turned to see who the culprit was . Staring into the greyish blue eyes of Draco. "I'll miss you Annie. Promise me you'll visit me before I go back to school and we have to stay in touch that's not negotiable I'm afraid and I'm a Malfoy I get what I want" Draco smirked at Anna. " Oh Draco I don't know I was looking forward to no more potter drama or Draco theatrics" she joked back smiling at the boy . Draco looked a tad offended. "Of course I'll keep in touch but let's at least get home first " she laughed , patting Draco on his shoulder . Bowing her head to Draco's parents in a sign of respect. Both families apparated to their respected homes.

[witheringwidgetwrites]

Brothers reach to an MC that is fiercly protective of their room

Ask: how the obey me boys would handle an MC that locks their room when they sleep and is very protective of their space (like a mental health thing/coping mechanism. )?? Just for example I have anxiety and my room is my designated safe space when I grew up and whenever I visit home , so it is super super important that my privacy is respected or else I get super anxious + paranoid and don’t sleep- so like maybe after the first few weeks the boys notice MC is kinda a live wire and isn’t sleeping and snaps??? Idk how it would go but until they feel safe at HOL they would need privacy or a safe space to decompress unless invited in- ik mammon would prolly take that hard since it seems like everyone and their mom is always in MC room lol

Prompt: How the brothers react to MC who is furiously protective if their space!

Genre; headcanons, bulletpoints

Notes: Hey!! So this relates more to how the react after MC has told them!!

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In their instance, I will say that MC has told them. Like has sat down with them and this is their reaction.

Lucifer

• First reaction is understanding.

• Makes it known that if he knocks, you better answer or he'll come in.

• When he notices right away that MC is not sleeping.

• Probably looks it up, or speaks to Barbatos.

• Will be willing to teach MC to ward their door, but not one too strong that he can't break it in case of emergencies. MC will not know that tho.

• Overall, 10/10. Really respectful of MC's space and will make sure his brother stay that way as well.

• Also will offer MC to stay protected on his couch, if they can't sleep in the first few days.

Mammon

• First reaction is offense. Thinks MC doesn't want to be his friend and is like, what???

• Barges into MC's room, so will only stop once MC has had a sit down with him.

• "Oi', so I can't ever come in?"

• "No no, you just have to knock first."

• "Really?"

• "Yeah. But wait for me to answer."

• "Bah fine. Stupid humans."

• He actually listens once he sees how much less-snappy MC is. Asks if they've been getting more sleep lately, and once they confirm, he "has to protect his human." And might just sleep outside their door. For, ya know, protection.

Leviathan

• Is actually quite understanding. However MC only brought it up because he busted into their room, so he feels super guilty, and now thinks MC hates him.

• Probably feels even more guilt once he realizes that MC isn't sleeping.

• Once MC invites him around, he wont even go inside until they tell him directly to.

• Once during a late night anime marathon, MC tells him more of why they don't like people barging in, and he's a lot more understanding. Doesn't feel as guilty.

• Is more likely to text MC to let them know that he is there.

• Probably also texts to ask if he can come over before he even leaves his tub. Also will call when he is super excited, screams into the phone about it until MC tells him to come over and talk to them about it, then he's running.

Asmodeus

• He is oddly considerate. He sees MC isn't sleeping so he'll bust in and make them have a self care night.

• When they snap at him, he actually feels really bad. Will probably distance himself from MC.

• MC comes back later and apologizes, and kind of breaks down, and he feels bad, so he pushes self care, doesn't force it.

• He ends up respecting MC's boundaries super well, almost barges in a couple times over a cute outfit he found them, but catches himself.

• He feels less guilty when he sees how much better MC is doing, and stops distancing himself from them.

Satan

• At first just thinks MC is distance and uninterested.

• Does some research, and then realizes MC isn't sleeping, probably decides to make them some tea.

• Once he sits down and talks to MC, asks why they aren't sleeping, he listenes to them talk for a little bit, offers to help them put a spell on the door.

• Also offerers to sit on the couch with MC, or read them a book, also offers to let MC sit in his room and sleep if they need it.

• He himself is more than willing to respect their space, however he is worried about his brothers.

• Is secretly relieved when he sees that MC is sleeping, makes them nightly tea if they're willing to accept it.

Beelzebub

• Probably doesn't mind, at all.

• But grows attached quickly, so he feels bad when he notices MC is snappy and not sleeping.

• When they sit him down, he basically just nods, maybe asks what some of those things are.

• Will actually try and persuade MC to let him sit outside their door and guard it.

• He legitimately would like to guard MC. Pls let him.

• Either way, he is very respectful of MC's space. Probably TOO respectful. He'll wait until MC invited him in to go in. Even when MC shouts "come in!" He'll do a lil "you told me not to."

Belphegor

• obvi is not the same situation for him,,, however he would probably be like, "ok." And just follow the "rule." Not really sympathetic, but shrugs and knocks n whatnot.

• Will text and say "come nap." If he ever actually wants/needs attention.

[backtobackbakubabe]

I am the Alpha Now Part 3

Bakugo X Reader 

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Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically

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Bakugo trailed behind you as you entered the classroom with Mercy hanging out  by the door looking nervous. “Are you waiting for permission or what? Get your ass in here.”

Mercy jumped ahead to catch up with you, tail wagging with excitement.

Bakugo just shook his head at how goofy Mercy was for how powerful he was.

He could hear his dumbass classmates practically squealing over you and he figured you might need help. Not that he necessarily wanted to help you, in fact he thought it’d be pretty funny to watch you squirm. But he had a job to do and that job was to help the new kid.

He was surprised when All Might had pulled him aside after class one day. He gave him a long winded lecture about how he needed to learn how to work with others. Seeing as your quirk gave you a pack mentality he and the other teachers thought maybe it would rub off on him. Make him understand team work or whatever.

So here he is stepping in to help you as his fellow classmates swarmed you. “OI! BACK THE HELL UP A SECOND!”

Everyone froze for a moment before resuming their questions. You looked to him with wide eyes, “My Japanese isn’t great to begin with, but they’re talking a mile a minute. I have no idea what anyone is saying. Someone keeps touching my hair and pinching my ass but when I look no one's there. Please help.”

He groaned, “I can help you with the translations but they’re just going to keep bugging you.”

You threw your hands up, “So what am I supposed to do?”

He walked over and thumped you between the eyes like you had done to him earlier, “Do that weird glowy eye thing you do. Tell mercy to crowd control, I don’t know. Just get the point across that they need to respect your personal space...” He looked back to the crowd of people who were now directing their questions to him to translate. He spoke Japanese and even he found it hard to figure out what was being asked. “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN!”

When he had every ones attention he gestured to you, “This is Y/n. She’s new. She’s from America. She Doesn't speak Japanese that well so be fucking patient. She’s got some weird alpha wolf quirk and we all know what happens when you corner a wild animal so back the fuck up and let her breathe.”

He looked over and your eyes were a bright electric blue and Mercy was standing in front of you in a defensive position. He wasn’t growling but that didn’t mean he didn’t mean business. “Easy Mercy. We’re not looking for a fight or anything but Bakugo is right. They need to know we’re not here to play.”

Bakugo gave you a nod and your eyes slowly went back to normal. He then pointed to Mercy, “This is Mercy, he’s her beta and he..”

Some guy with yellow hair rushed to pet him, “Ohhh who’s a good boy? Is it you? Are you a good boy?”

Mercy’s eyes looked murderous but he knew wasn't supposed to hurt your new friends so he just let the weird boy talk to him as if he were a baby.

You opened your mouth to tell him off but Bakugo was already dragging him by the ear to his desk, “Kaminari you idiot! Mercy isn’t some ‘good boy’ he’s her fucking beta, he is smart, probably smarter than you and he will tear you to pieces if you talk down to him again!” He looked to your other classmates who now looked a little scared, “You all got that?”

A few people nodded some just stared at him. They all knew he had a temper but they had never seen him actually defend someone else before. Hell must have frozen over because Bakugo Katsuki looked like he gave a shit.

Bakugo didn’t even look back to you as he made his way to his desk and took a seat. There was an empty desk in front of him, and you assumed that was meant for you.

You snapped and Mercy fell at your heals as you took your seat. “Can I look around a little bit?”

You rubbed his head, “I don’t know, maybe wait until class is over. I don’t want anyone to freak out.”

He wined and plopped down rather dramatically in the isle next to you.

“What’s his problem? I thought he wanted to come.”

You tuned to face Bakugo who was already getting his notes out, and they looked very well organized. Was he a secret nerd? “He did want to come. He just wants to take a look around. Learn the room. He likes to do this every time we go someplace new. I just don’t want anyone to freak out.” You shrugged and turned back around just as a man… in a sleeping bag… popped up out of nowhere.

“Good morning class. I see you have already met our new student from the United States, y/n. I know you all have a lot of questions but there is plenty of time for that after class. Please be patient with her as she learns our language and routines. In most cases you will see her with Bakugo. Please consider him her translator, tutor, and guide while she is here.” He turned to look at you, but you were already spaced out. This language barrier was going to be a bitch. “Y/n is there anything special you would like to say before we begin our day?”

You heard your name. You knew he was asking a question. But you had no idea what was going on. The teacher softened and spoke again but this time in English, “Forgive me, it seems even as I was giving a speech about you being from America I still forgot to speak English. Was there anything you would like to say?”

You shrugged, “Uh… sure. It’s nice to be here and I can’t wait to meet all of you. Thanks in advance for putting up with my bullshit.”

You looked at a smirking Bakugo who started shouting out a translation. But what you didn’t know was what he translated that to was, “She says she can’t wait to meet you all in training and her dog Mercy needs to sniff out the room. Let him do his job and don’t bother him. You can meet him later too…” He patted Mercy’s head switching back to English, “Hey go do your thing they wont bother you now.”

Mercy jumped up and looked at you with his tongue lolling out the side, “Oh can I? Sparky said I can. Can I please?”

You narrowed your eyes at Bakugo, “As much as I appreciate it, please don’t make a habit of telling my beta what to do. I’m the alpha here, not you.”

Bakugo just leaned back in his chair, “Yeah we’ll just see about that.”

He made your fucking blood boil but you knew you would get your chance to slap the smug look off of his face later in the gym.

You nodded at Mercy who took off and started sniffing everything. He did it for most of class just pacing around the isles. Trying to learn faces and smells.

You spent the rest of the class trying to keep up, but it was just too much for you. You only knew every other fifth word or so. In the end you resorted to writing down words that were said frequently so you could look them up later.

Finally, after what felt like years you were dismissed to get lunch before training.

You stood up and stretched. You heard light snoring and that’s when you noticed Mercy had fallen asleep in front of your desk. “Typical.”

You leaned over to wake him up but before you made contact someone was behind you. One hand on your skirt the other around your waist. You’d panic but that familiar scent invaded your personal space just like it had done earlier. Bakugo pulled you to him while trying to pull your skirt back into place. He leaned in and whispered into your ear, “What did I tell you about bending over. Are you stupid or were you trying to give our classmates a show?” A shiver ran down your spine and your witty response died in your throat. “Next time I see your ass like that I am going to slap it.”

Your eyes began to glow and you could feel your wolf instincts kicking in. You are an alpha and NO ONE challenges you. You were going to tear him a new asshole, but before you could even get a word out he let you go and started walking towards the door, “Hurry up brat I’m hungry.”

You were fuming now. How could he say something like that and then act so nonchalant as if nothing ever happened. You used your foot to nudge Mercy awake. “Come on man. You just had to be asleep when Bakugo threatened to slap my ass huh?”

Mercy stood and shook himself to wake himself up, “Sparky spanked you?”

You caught up and were now walking behind Bakugo and some red headed guy who seemed to be friends with him. Odd you didn’t think he was the friendly type. “NO! He didn’t spank me, but he threatened to if he saw my ass again!”

“Well why did he see your ass? Did you moon him or something?”

You rolled your eyes, “No! I bent over to try and wake you up and I guess my skirt rode up a little.”

“Well he did tell you earlier not to bend over… You used to spank me when I did things you told me not to…”

“Who’s side are you on?!”

“Oh wow you’re right. She does talk to her dog. That’s so cool!”

You saw Bakugo had stopped with his red headed friend who was currently beaming a mega watt smile at you, “Hey sorry! I don’t mean to be rude, My name is Kirishima! My English isn’t the best but I’m going to work on it.”

You returned his smile, “Nice to meet you Kirishima. I’m y/n and this is Mercy.”

“So cool! So were you two having a fight or something? You sounded pretty mad earlier.”

You narrowed your eyes at Bakugo, “Not at all, just discussing proper punishments for pack members who don’t fall in line.”

Kirishima rubbed his neck, “Oh wow sounds intense.”

You returned your gaze to Kirishima and gave him a sweet smile, “Only for those who don’t behave.”

Kirishima chuckled, “Oh.. sounds kinky!”

That earned him a slap to the back of the head. “Tch. She doesn’t want to hear your perverted bullshit alright now get us a table!”

Kirishima rubbed the sport Bakugo had slapped as he scurried off to the cafeteria.

You crossed your arms over your chest, “She really doesn’t want to hear your perverted bullshit either.”

Completely ignoring you he leaned down and started rubbing Mercy’s ears. “It sounds like your alpha needs an attitude adjustment. Is she always this high strung?”

“Oh he’s funny. Tell him I said he’s funny. But also tell him to be nice or I will eat his homework… no one will ever believe him”

You snorted, “I’m not telling him that.”

Bakugo cocked his head at you, “Tell me what?” He stood up and was now facing you with his arms crossed. You hadn’t noticed how tall he was. He probably had half a foot on you.

You shouldered past him to enter the cafeteria, “It doesn’t matter what he said. I’d watch your back though, someone might mistake you for a chew toy.”

You saw Kirishima had found a table and headed in his direction but before you could take a seat Bakugo came up behind you with his jacket in his hands. “Please for the love of god tie this around your waist before you sit down. I’m getting you a new fucking skirt today if it kills me.” You blushed as you yanked the jacket roughly from his grasp. “Tch be a pouty bitch all you want just take it. I’m going to go get us some food.”

You quickly tied the jacket around your waist and felt monumentally better as you took your seat. The others were busy talking amongst themselves. Everyone once in a while they would make an attempt to include you in the conversation but they were busy stuffing their faces for the most part.

A guy with red and white hair came and took a seat across from you, “Hello, my name is Todoroki. I have pretty high marks in English so if you ever need help please feel free to ask.”

He seemed genuinely nice, and kind of cute if you were being honest. You smiled and reached your hand out to introduce yourself, but you had to yank it back to keep it from being crushed by a tray of food. “She doesn’t need your fucking help, that’s my job icy hot.”

You glared at him, “SHE can speak for herself thank you.”

He groaned as he yanked two notebooks and a tape recorder out of his backpack and slammed them on the table. You picked up the one you had seen him writing in earlier and was actually impressed in what you found. “All your notes today… they’re in English.”

He rolled his eyes, “How perceptive of you.”

You bumped his shoulder with yours, “You did this for me?”

He pulled a pair of headphones and some pencils out, “Don’t look too much into it. It’s literally my job.” He plugged the headphones into the recorder and handed you a pencil. “Now I recorded the lecture so we can listen back. I can retake my notes in Japanese, and you can follow along with the notes in English and try and learn something.”

You took one of the earbuds and stuffed it in your ear as he hit play. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until your stomach growled and as if he read your mind Bakugo pushed a plate full of chicken and rice towards you. “Eat up. We have training after this, and I’d hate to beat you because you didn’t have enough food on your stomach.”

You put down your pencil and picked up your fork, “So do you want me to take notes or eat? Because I can’t exactly do both at the same time.”

Bakugo was finishing his bowl of ramen before pushing it away, “I mean I already took the damn notes for you. Just eat quick and catch up.”

“But what about me! I’m hungry too! Did he not get me anything?”

“Shit.. I guess I didn’t feed you this morning huh?”

Without glancing up from his notes Bakugo put his tray on the floor so Mercy could have what was left of his chicken and rice. His mood swings were going to drive you crazy.

When it was finally time to go to training you were practically buzzing with excitement. Mercy was too, “I get to help this time remember! He said I could train later! Do I get to fight sparky?”

You stopped mid-stretch to poke Bakugo who was warming up next to you, “Hey, Mercy wants to know if he gets to fight you yet?”

His nose scrunched up as he looked over to Mercy, “I know you’re not like an average dog, but I still feel bad trying to blow you up..”

You laughed, “Well at least we know you’re not hiding any signs of being a serial killer.”

“Tch, I just don’t want to hurt him! You, I have no problem with. You’re a pain in my ass. But Mercy’s cool!”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh shut up. You won’t hurt him. I’d be surprised if you could even hit him. He may look lazy but he’s really fast and his fur is super thick. The longer we are bonded the stronger he gets.” Your eyes started to glow as you started your shift, “What are you scared of a little two on one?”

His palms started to crackle, “Bring it brat. Time for round two.”

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[ablackfangirlwrites]

48 hours

You only have 48 hours left to live and you only want to spend it making the one person you love happy even if that means you don't tell him about you impending fate

Aizawa Shota | Eraserhead

"Let's go out eraser."

Aizawa frowned at you at you, "I want to go home."

But you pulled at his arm, "We always just go home after work let's go have fun for once."

"Y/n..." shota hesitated but when he saw the wide eyed look on your face he didnt want to say no

Aizawa had been head over heels in love with you for years

The two of you had graduated together and both of you went to work as heros with the same agency

You were his closest friend right after Hizashi

But unlike with Hizashi he wanted more then to just be friends with you

He didnt know how you didnt realize it

Little did he know it was the with you

You tried to tell him a few times how you really felt since you were going to UA

But it was never was the right time

And now the two of you were heros so you didnt have a the time for anything more

And now it was definitely too late

"Fine you're lucky I'm off this weekend." Aizawa groaned

And you clapped in excitement

The two of you went to a bar and it was your mission that night to get aizawa drunk

Giving him shot after shot

"Y/n what is the deal with you?"

you just smiled at him, "I just want to see you happy shota."

Aizawa would look away wanting to hid his face from you since he knew he was blushing

"I am happy."

"Well, I want to see you get lose!"

Aizawa didnt know why he surrounded himself with upbeat people who were loud and energetic

It was so draining

But he loved you so it wasnt that bad

That was until you had him on stage to sing with you in karaoke

That night the two of had fun even if Aizawa didnt want to admit it

"I'll see you tomorrow." You waved him getting ready to leave

"What? I'm off tomorrow? I'll see you monday." Aizawa told you

"Nope." You smiled, "I'm not letting you sit at home all day were going out."

Aizawa didnt know what was with you but for the last few days he felt like you were acting strange

But you were always a bit strange so he wasnt too concerned

"I'll see you in the morning." Then you left

The next day you surprised him by being there eailer

He often teased you calling you a slacker because of yout easy going attitude

But here you were at his place at 6 in the morning

That was completely out if character for you but aizawa figured you were just excited today

"I got a surprise for you," you smiled as the two of you were walking to the nearest coffee shop for breakfast

Aizawa would roll his eyes at you "I've had your surprises before I hope it isn't anything crazy again."

You only giggle and put your finger over your mouth "it's a secret."

You winked at him "You'll see."

Breakfasts was your treat

And the two of you had a normal day like any other that you had free time and spend together

When you were done you told Aizawa you were taking him somewhere but he had to be blindfolded

Aizawa had no idea what you had planned so he'd humor you for now

You led him around for a while until he felt himself pulled into a door

And you pulled the blindfold off

You were in a animal shelter

"Y/n.."

"Its time you get a cat Aizawa."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Shota! I know how much you want one, it's time and I'm getting you one."

You pulled his arm and the lady at the desk would help you as the to of you started to see the cats

Aizawa couldn't deny that he wanted a cat he was going to get himself one eventually

"I dont know...though." he said

But you saw him eyeing a black kitten

So you picked her up "You're gonna say no to this face?"

How could he say no to either of those faces?

Blushing he looked away

You sat the kitten down and moved closer to him "I know that this will make you happy eraser, you need someone at home with you too. You spend so much time there when your not working anyway hes a little company."

Aizawa smiled at the thought of you trying to help "well dont you always pop up to keep me company?"

That comment would throw you off but you quickly recovered

"Well they'll be there when I'm not." You gave him a weak smile

Aizawa looked back at the cat

"Your right....she is really cute."

The two of you were finishing up all the paperwork

"What are you gonna name her?"

Aizawa stood there thinking, "(your nickname)"

Your eyes went wide, "I dont think that's a good idea..."

But aizawa shrugged and smiled at you, "Well, its cause of you shes gonna have a home. Plus I bet shes gonna cause me all kinds of problems when shes older just like you."

"I still dont know-"

"I've made up my mind." He told you

And just like him you couldn't bring yourself to say no

The two of you went home after shopping for everything Aizawa's new roommate would need

Once you were all done with everything aizawa would stop when he saw you sitting with the cat alone playing with her

It was an image he wanted to burn into his memory

You looked so happy playing with (nickname)

But there was something else Aizawa couldn't put his finger on it but he knew you

"Y/n what's been up with you?"

"Hmm?"

Aizawa was leaning against the wall, "I know you. Something is up."

"Nothing." You smiled at him

But he could see pass that. "Whatever is bothering you...you know you can tell me about it."

You sigh, "...I know..."

Aizawa was trying to think about what it could be and then he got an idea

"Is this about how they got on you for being so reckless? You know no one is mad at you for that, they just want you to be careful." He told you

The other day you were in pursuit of a villain and you ended up getting hurt and on top of that you ended up not catching them either

You might had cought them if you had waited a bit for help but you went on your own

You just shook your head, "its fine shota, that's not it." You said trying to stop him from talking

You didnt want to think about that now

"Y/n.."

But you got up, "its getting late and I should get home."

"I didnt mean to make you upset."

But you put on a big smile "I'm not upset and today was perfect."

"I wouldn't call it all that-"

You hugged him, "I would." You hugged him as tight as you could

Now Aizawa was worried but he didnt want to pressure you

He knew in time you'd talk to him

"You're my bestfriend shota aizawa."

"Its almost like you're trying to saying goodbye y/n."

You didnt respond to that you just gave a little laugh pull away "You take care of (nickname) wont you?"

"Of course, what's up."

"Nothing! Quit being such a worry wort." You told him if aizawa got worked up anymore you weren't sure if you were going to be able to go through this

"I'll see you later? Monday at work?"

Again you didnt answer him, you simply avoid the question and smiled and left

Monday came around and you weren't anywhere to be found

Which was usual for you to be late

But usually he would have heard something from you

And now it was Wednesday

Aizawa went to your place only to find out you didnt live there anymore

Feeling extremely confused he'd talk to all your friends only to hear no one knew where you went

He had no idea what happened to you

You simply disappeared

It would be a week later when he got a letter in the mail that was from you

Dear aka Aizawa my bestfriend,

Its unfair for me to do this like this but I just couldn't bring myself to tell you in person, but if you're reading this....I died. I wont go into the details but i should have listened to the top brass. That guy that hit me the other day he did something and I only had 72 hours left to live and I just wanted to live the last 48 of them with you. It was really a perfect day, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. Seeing you smile was on of my favorite things about living Shota. Thank you But more than anything I want you to know I love you and I loved our friendship i wouldn't have traded it for anything you're amazing you always have been and you'll always will be. I know you'll be a great hero. Just please dont let my death stop you from anything live and achieve your dreams for the both of us.

Love, Y/n

Ps. Take care of (nickname) I got her for you so you'd never be alone.

After reading your letter your behavior the other day made more sense

But that didnt make anything better

You knew you were going to die but you didnt tell him

You didnt give him the chance to say goodbye

To say that he had been in love with you

To say anything to you

And now it was too late

He was angry with you he was angry with the uper managment at his agency who knew what had happened to you but didnt tell him

But he understood why you did it

And he hated that

He just wanted to see you again

For weeks he couldn't bring himself out of the slump your death left him in

His friends would try to help but he only focused on work

He would find the villain who took you from him and he would go to jail for his crimes

It was one night when Aizawa got home and just like most days he would only get sad remembering that you would be the one he'd be talking to at this time

He missed you more them he could handle

But suddenly he felt a press against his leg

Looking down he saw n/n

Your last gift to him...

He knew why you didnt want him to name her after you now.

But there was something in the way n/n looked at him

That made him smile

He didnt know what it was but your words played in his head and he had remembered

He wasnt alone

[enigma-im]

Under Pressure

Rating: Mature Relationship: Bigfoot x Female!Human Warning: Established relationship, couples problems, arguing, misunderstanding, fluff, angst

Word count: 3160

a reason couples may fight is because lack of intimacy in a relationship

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"I just don’t know what to do, I don’t think he wants me anymore," I grumble near my beer. I don’t bother looking over at my friends, knowing they are giving such pity-filled faces.

"I'm sure that’s not the case," Aria soothes. I rest my cheek on my arm as I regard her.

"But what if it is. I'm really different than his previous taste," I argue, wording things differently. I cant tell them that we are completely different species all together. It’s a fear I've had from the start, we are just so different. What if he is bored of the novelty of bedding a human? Perhaps he is already looking for someone more close to home. The thought is heavy in my stomach, the image is like daggers to my brain.

"Than you are more special than the others cause you don’t match his previous taste," Aria attempts to persuade. It falls flat quickly.

"I think I was more of a 'slumming it' kind of case more than a 'better than the rest' thing," I groan.

"Don’t say that! You are way too pretty to be considered 'slumming it' material. I know you ar-," Aria continues to comfort till Trina interrupts.

"Have you just asked him," Trina asks from beside me. I turn over and watch her finish off her pint. She glances over at me and cocks a brow," It’s the new age, no use overthinking things when you can just ask." I look at her skeptically, it cant be that easy. I don’t think I can bare the answer even if it was. What if bringing it up makes him ponders the situation then likes it. I rather not be the reason he starts looking at me as a waste. God, where has the self-critical nature come from? I use to be so proud and confident, why am I like this now?

'Probably because you boyfriend refuses to touch you' the thought screams in my mind.

I drive home in radio silence, torturing myself with self deprecating thoughts. I have never been like this before, care so much about a man's opinion of me. It probably doesn’t help that he isn't human, no frame of reference to base anything off of. I can pick out signs when my ex's were losing interest, know from a mile away when one was ready to high tail it out of there. With him its different, he is close but distant. He is with me but far away in his head. I park in my driveway and bang my head on the steering wheel.

"Why am I so pathetic," I wince.

I shuffle out of my car and make my way inside. I make it into the dark house wondering if he is upstairs or if he slept at his place again. I really hope he slept here. I walk up the steps, removing my shirt as I do. As I near my room I chuck the clothing inside. I unbutton my pants as I turn the light on, immediately looking to my bed for the familiar lump. I sigh in disappointment.

As I get ready for bed I do my best to not think about it. He has a life outside of me, and that’s fine. I can survive a night without him, its not a big deal.

It still stings when I walk back into the bedroom.

I settle in bed and fail to not let my mind wonder. Where could he be? Is he at his place or is he out and about? Will he be back tonight or will I see him tomorrow?

Fuck, I sound like a teenage girl all over again.

Once I begin to drift I feel the bed dip. So dazed I think nothing of it, just humming when I feel arms wrap around my middle. Being pulled back into a warm strong chest.

I lazily wake the next morning with my cheek resting on his arm, my nose pressed to his shoulder. I suck in a deep breath, taking in his inviting smell. Its enough to make me forget about my woes of last night, snuggling closer to his side. As my knees bump against his he startles awake with a gasp.

"What time is it," he mumbles as he turns on his side. His chest presses against my cheek, his hand settling on my waist.

"Not sure, I don’t work today so I didn’t set my alarm," I answer. He hums as he falls back asleep. He snorts awake again a second later.

"Damn," he grumbles as he lets go of me and shuffles out of bed. I curl up in the comforter and watch him walk out the door. I listen as the front door opens then closes. Where the fuck does he have to be in such a hurry? I turn over and look at the digital clock, 8am. Where the fuck does he have to be at 8 in the damn morning?

I try everything I can to ignore the nagging thoughts. Yet they wiggle their fingers into my brain, threading their devilish thinking into my head. 'he isn't cheating, he isn't cheating, he isn't cheating' I chant. It makes no sense to me, if a man was cheating why would he rush out the house at 8am. Its hardly a logical conclusion but damn if I don’t think it anyway.

"God, I'm terrible," I grumble for the 100th time. I trust him, I do! The dark inkiness of doubt still dribbles into my thinking. He hasn’t touched me in weeks, he isn't around recently, we don’t talk as much, and he rushed out this morning. How am I suppose to not think something bad?

It isn't till nearly sunset does he come back. He enters from the back door like usual and scavengers through the kitchen. I hear the fridge open and him shuffle through items. The tinging and clanking of condiments and drawers.

"You know where the leftover sausage is," he calls out.

"Bottom drawer, green lid," I answer. There is more shuffling till a drawer is closed with finality.

"Great, thanks," he calls back. More noises play about the house as he fixes his meal. I sit on the couch biting my lip. I have to talk to him, do what Trina said and just ask him.

Like a coward I avoid the confrontation," How was your day?"

"Fine, yours was probably more entertaining since you had the day off," he walks into the living room holding a plate. He sits down at the recliner and set his food on the plate. I observe him, having noticed he isn't sitting next to me like he usually does. He shovels the sausages down his throat like an animal. If I wasn’t so moody I would have laughed, even make a joke about it, but here I am. He notices me staring and eyes me confused, "What?"

I watch him for a second longer then turn away," nothing. My day was fine."

"Just fine? Didn’t do anything eventful on your first day off in, what, a month? I cant imagine you didn’t have fun lounging about," he finishes off another meat cord.

"just fine," I answer shortly. I know I'm doing the opposite of what I wanted to do, talk with him. I cant help it, I keep giving him the cold shoulder even though I started the conversation.

Out the corner of my eye I see him watching me," Babe, what's up?"

"Nothing," I lie.

"Babe," he growls. I turn towards him with a fake innocent look and shrug. I look back over to the tv and continue acting like an insolent child. He shifts out the corner of my eye and leans on his knees. He watches me for a moment, perhaps trying to find clues. "What's wrong, I know you aren't fine. Was it work? Did something happen," he tries to pry.

"Nothing happened, I'm fine," I snap at him. I take the chance to glance over him, regretting it when I see his sneer.

"Clearly you aren't fine, what is wrong," he snaps back. We haven't been together that long but this might be our first fight. He has never snapped at me or I him.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm fine," I find myself shouting.

He stand from his chair," Stop fucking saying that! I want to know what's wrong so I can fix it!"

I stand with him," Who says you have to fix this? I'm a big girl, I don’t need your help with everything!"

"So you admit you aren't fine since you said there is a problem I don’t need to fix," he points at me.

"No, I wasn’t implying that I wasn't fine. I'm just saying that I'm an independent woman who doesn’t need some man swooping in and saving me," I clarify. This argument is off track, I'm not positive what we are exactly fighting about or what I'm angry with.

"I never said I was swooping in to save you. I just want to hear about your day that seems so bad! Why are you yelling at me," he crosses his arms.

"I'm not yelling," I shout.

"Yes you are," he shouts back.

"Then I'm only yelling because you are!"

"But you started yelling first," he rubs his face," lets start over, I'm losing track of what's happening." he massages his eyes before dropping his hands." Babe," he starts softly," what is wrong?"

"Nothing. Is. Wrong," I growl.

He huffs," Fucking aye! What is wrong?"

"Nothing," I cross my arms.

"what is wrong," he repeats as he steps closer.

"Nothing," I say again as I turn away from him.

"What is wrong," he crowds me to the sofa. I take a step back and fall on the cushions. He takes the chance to frame my head with his arms, resting his hands to the back of the couch. "I will ask you one more time. What is wrong," he says slowly. I glare up at him with a stubborn amount of distaste. I have no idea where its coming from but I hold onto it.

"Not-," he interrupts me with a growl. Instead I twist away from him with my arms folded. I glare down at his arms noticing that even when we are arguing he barely wants to touch me. I sigh as my shoulders sag. I nibble on my cheek as I take in the details of his fur. I find myself reaching out and tracing my finger over them. He jerks his arm back out of reach.

"why wont you touch me," I mumble to myself.

"what," he asks.

I turn towards him with a knot in my throat," why wont you touch me?" he looks startled by my question, his eye wide and mouth parted.

"What," he furrows his brows.

"You heard me," I bite my cheek to keep my voice steady," you have barely touched me all month and you have been out and about all day, coming to bed late almost every night since. The only time you have touched me was at night but even then if I try to start something you turn around and go to sleep. So I'll ask again, why wont you touch me?" he stares down at me dumbfounded for a solid few seconds. It’s a bit annoying watching him look so confused.

"What," he asks again. I growl at his answer and push off the couch, shoving him out of the way.

"Fucking aye, its not a hard question," I fold into myself as I stand on the other side of the room. I rest my back to the wall and watch him just from the corner of my eye. He stands by the couch like an idiot, lost and confused.

"sorry, I'm just a bit caught off guard," he answered dazed.

I scoff," we don’t have sex for about a month and some change and your caught off guard because I wonder why."

"a month and some change," he mumbles to himself," Damn." he rubs his eyes again and looks up to the ceiling.

"Listen, if you don’t want me you can just leave because I rather not be strung along for mont-," I startle when he crosses the room quickly. He interrupts me by grabbing me from the wall and pressing his lips to mine with too much force. His teeth clank against mine and his incisors poke the corner of my mouth a bit too hard. He holds firm, not moving at all as he forces this on me.

He pulls back with a little blood on the edge of lip," I have never stopped wanting you so lets make that very clear right now." I lick at my lips as I stare at him wide eyed. I taste a bit of copper but its not an alarming amount. I cant bring myself to care since he displayed such a convincing argument.

"But," I start," you have been basically avoiding me all week."

"Yes, but its not because I didn’t want you. I was busy dealing with a terror around the neighborhood. Its taken up a lot of my time this week and I've been rather tired," he answers simply.

"A terror," I ask confused.

"yea, some cougar has migrated down the mountain and has been killing the pets around here. I didn’t want it to hurt you so I started hunting it," he clarifies. For a second I'm distracted by the idea of a cougar lurking around the neighborhood.

I get back on subject," Then why did you leave so quickly this morning?"

His lips quirk for a second," I was meeting with an old buddy, she knew what to do with the cougar once I caught it. I promised I'd meet her around 8am, I was a bit late. I figured you would be working so we would wake up because your alarm, I was wrong."

"Ok, but you haven't initiated anything all month. You said the cougar was all week," I counter not really knowing why I feel like winning this argument. Such a bad habit to have.

He has the decency to look sad as he pets up my arm," I'm sorry, I didn’t know that was hurting you. If I knew sooner I would have had you many times by now." he pulls me closer as he settles his hands on my lower back.

"Why haven't you to begin with," I ask with a wilt in my voice. He hums as he pets some hair out of my face.

"You have been so busy with work that I didn’t feel right trying to convince you to fuck me if you were so tired. I want my mate to be happy, even if that means putting off my needs so she gets a full nights rest," he nuzzles along my forehead, humming as he does.

"You thought I was too tired to have sex? Babe, I've been tormenting myself all week because I thought I was losing your interest but you were just being considerate," I scoff as I bang my head to his shoulder. I feel like such an idiot.

"You thought I was losing interest in you? My mate, my love, my sexually frustrated female. I will want you always," he growls with affirmation.

I rub my cheek to him with a self-deprecating sigh," I just thought I lost my appeal, that you might want something closer to home. Your exes are nothing like me." his large hands rub up and down my back as his chest vibrates with a comforting hum.

"Of course you are nothing like them, you are my mate. They weren't, and never will be. You, my love, are one of a kind," he presses little kisses and nibbles to my neck," I don’t think you understand what I mean when I call you my mate. I claimed you that first night, you remember?" I nod," 'No one is taking you away. I will have you always because you are mine,'" he repeats those words that made my skin feel hot. "I wasn’t just blowing snot, when I call you my mate I mean you are my one and only. The love of my life, my shinning star, my best friend, and my lover forever. Do you get that now," he leans back. I look up at his determined eyes and feel even more ridiculous doubting him.

"So a mate is like a wife," I ask still a bit perplexed.

"Best comparison I can think of," he nods. I smile to myself but then think about.

"You declared me as your one and only the first night we met," I snap at him," thinking with you prick before your head again?" he chuckles when I slap his shoulder.

"sometimes we are in agreement," he continues to laugh. This big fucking ape is going to be the death of me and I know it.

"you never asked if I wanted to be mates with you," I scold half-heartedly. At the time, probably would have said no. right now, I'd say yes because I adore this big idiot.

"Why would I have needed to," he leans down and licks my cheek," you were begging for a lot of things that night."

I pop him lightly on the cheek," you are exhausting."

He chuckles along with me," well, I'm about to be more exhausting because I need to make up for lost time." before I could ask he reaches behind my thighs and lifts. I startle, grabbing on to his arms to not fall.

"Babe," I cry as he wraps my legs around himself.

"Yes, love," he quirks a brow with a big smile. He walks us out the room and to the stairs, taking two at a time as he leads us to our room. He rest me down on the bed with care then crawls over me with his imposing size. I cant help but smile up at him, feeling more adored this day than in the past month.

I reach up and cup his face," I'm sorry I didn’t talk to you sooner, also for doubting you."

He turns his face and kisses my palm," it's fine. Just remember that when I do something stupid in the future." I playfully scowl at him.

"You plan on doing something stupid in the future," my lips quirk.

He leans down and presses kisses to my collar," I don’t plan on it, just comes out sometimes." I pap his cheek with an unbelieved smile. This man will be the death of me.

"Alright," I pull him back to look him in the eyes," Now are you going to make sweet love to your ignorant mate?"

He hums with lidded eyes," don’t I always?"

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This story was longer than i remember, but i stand by it. I have the biggest issue with writing couples fighting. i never fought in any of my relationships so i don’t know how to go about it. i googled it and some reasons couples fight is lack of intimacy...also unbalance chore duties. so i happened to read a story on how someone thought their partner was cheating but they were just so busy with work. a bunch of google searches later i have this.

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Day 50

100 Days of 100 Prompts 

 (Another fix it/time travel idea) Octavia ended up in the past after being sucked into the anomaly and Bellarke go after her. Bellamy wakes up on the dropship just as they land. He’s confused, kind of freaking out but still goes to the lever. The deja vu makes him turn to look for Clarke who had told him to stop the last time. His eyes found her right at the front of the crowd and he cocked his head at her. She grinned at him but still didn’t say anything and he felt his lips quirk up, “Not gonna say it this time?” He asked her. She shrugs at him and cheekily replies, “If the air’s toxic we’re all dead anyway, right?” He shakes his head in amusement and then hears Octavia call his name. He looks over to find her looking back and forth between him and Clarke but she doesn’t rush him in a hug like last time. He isn’t sure which version of his sister this is but tentatively asks, “You alright there O?” She smiles, “Just been waiting on you guys to finally show up. Bilaik yu biga bro?” ‘It is you big brother?’ She asked. “Sha, Strisis, bilaik ai.” ‘Yes, little sister, It’s me.’ With that she cried out in happiness and ran to hug him before looking over at Clarke. “Sha, ai seintaim.” ‘Yea, me too’ She said with a grin and Octavia launched herself into her arms too.  She might never have been very close with Clarke before but after being stuck in the past alone for so long, she’d take who she could get. Besides, she knew by now that where her brother went, Clarke would inevitably follow. Better her than the spy. Some kids tell them to hurry up and knock it off with the babble so O turns to put them in their place saying the line she used the first time and then Bellamy pulls the lever and O steps foot on Earth. Later they’ll try to figure out what happened, why the anomaly sent them here, how it’s possible. They’ll wonder if they can change anything and how that will affect the future. They are in their younger bodies so they don’t have to worry about erasing themselves out of the time line at least.   They argue a plan for days while getting the camp set up back to it’s previous ‘glory’. Bellamy uses his power of speech to get everyone motivated about being free and independent and they pretty much all fall in line. He keeps an eye on Murphy to stop him from being too big of a dick and has a talk with Charlotte. Clarke makes nice with Wells and stays well away from Finn. Octavia however just keeps watching the trees when she isn’t crafting a makeshift blade out of scrap metal. She’s waiting for any sign of Lincoln. They never attempt to go to mount weather. They stick to their area and only venture out to hunt, gather, and collect water. They get the supplies from the bunkers they already know about. They have plenty of guns and ammo this time after looking harder and finding the ones Kane said they missed. Clarke makes sure to grab the pencils and anything else useful from the ‘art supply store’ bunker as well. They still take off their wristbands to make sure Raven comes down but they use her radio to contact the ark asap. The culling never happens. Bellamy gives up every name he knows involved in the resistance. He says he wasn’t part of it, that they used him by holding his sister as bait and he was just trying to protect her. It gains him a pardon. Clarke tells her mom about the people in mount weather, how they are hostile. She pretends she saw them in suits with guns in the woods. She tells them about the grounders and how they are wary but not completely unreasonable. Perhaps she even tries to talk with them before that. She goes into the woods and says “Ai laik Klark kom Skaikru. Beja, teik ai gon oyo heda.” ‘I am Clarke of the Sky People. Please, take me to your leader.’ She gets dragged off to Anya who asks why she shouldn’t just kill her now and be done with it. Clarke will tell her she can help her against the mountain men, that she knows their tech and how to get around it, she can cure the reapers. Indra calls her a liar. Anya however looks like shes considering it but wants to know how Clarke knows so much, their language, their enemies, how to defeat them, after only being on the ground for so short a time. Clarke will tell her that she’ll explain once there is some mutual trust between them but for now it’s enough that she DOES know. Anya will ask why she should trust her and Clarke will shrug and say they haven’t attacked yet, despite the knowledge and weapons to do so, that she just wants to be allies, have peace between them. (Maybe try to figure out the translation for ‘I’d like to speak to your leader’ instead. ‘Eake me to your leader’ just reminds me of aliens lol) So they have a truce for now and Lexa might come down to assess them. Sydney and her shitheads are mostly taken care of. The ark will send the exodus which frees up some oxygen for the rest. They can survive a little longer now. They check radiation levels and figure out how much time they have till the death wave and start making plans. The oxygenator they found in the lighthouse wont work for the whole ark but it will definitively help. Should they even bother with the mountain at this point? Maybe they can make a deal with them since they don’t know about the death wave. They need grounders to survive, to filter the radiation they get exposed to at times but the grounders are all about to go underground themselves. So if the mountain takes in an equal number of Skaikru (so neither party has the upper hand and kills off the other) then Skaikru will donate blood/marrow for the living space for 5 years. There’s too much animosity with the grounders so it’d have to be Skaikru. There would also be plenty of Skaikru members left to help run the bunker in Polis. Perhaps Clarke even gets her mother to make night blood before coming down and injects it into the people willing to ride it out topside. They can stay in Becca’s lab for the wave itself and then make their way to the valley or just be in the valley to start with since Madi survived there just fine.  They could try to round up some animals to keep sheltered and see if they survive the radiation and gather up plenty of seeds or transplant things not in the area. They can get a nice village going, have enough people to free the polis bunker (after warning them of the soybean failure and giving them Monty’s algae recipe. Fuck omon gon oson) and be ready for when Eligius arrives. Clarke will go out with Bellamy and just shout ‘Welcome!’ at them while waving with a basket of food. She will look so inviting that Diyoza forces the others to lower their weapons as she goes to talk to her. (because im naive enough to believe that will work because everyone wants peace lol) Clarke and Bellamy will tell them they can stay if they behave, that this is a peaceful valley BUT jus drein jus daun. That means McCreary is gonna get killed real fast, along with a few other violent criminals. Perhaps Diyoza will even tell them who to keep an eye on because all she wants to do is raise her baby girl in peace and fuck the drama. Clarke and Bellamy are the unofficial leaders here. Lexa is still in Polis where some of the grounders and Skaikru have decided to remain and rebuild since they have the farm in the bunker and Monty’s algae for the soil. But, if Lexa never died then we don’t get Wonkru. Perhaps they stay traditional in the bunker with the different clans. But the valley would end up becoming wonkru, ironically. Perhaps thats one reason the others stick close to polis instead, they prefer the tradition of the clans and coalition to the more relaxed family feel of the valley. Though it’d be fun if Roan made an appearance, maybe he can retire down to the valley for a while. Anywho. Bellarke and Linctavia live HEA

[danni-chuu]

The 7 brothers with a 10 year-old lilith (+ side characters & mc)

This is an hc is inspired by the chapter 14 flashback, so the gist of this Hc is what if lilith gets turned into a 10 year old child try as diavolos way to save her. This is gonna be a really long post so strap in~❤️.

This hc post is made with the help of my friend, @heeminchan, thankiez.

General info about 10 year old lilith:

She has no recollection or memories about the celestial war or being an angel at all.

The post might say 10 years old but she's probably already pass the 1000+ mark, but still is and acts like a child.

She looks like ruri chan ( for reference here)

So without further babbling, lez go❤️

Lucifer

" if you behave I'll give you a princess poison apple and play with you "

Lucifer being the eldest takes it upon himself to be a father like figure to her. In front of the others, he makes sure to keep a strict front but in private, he's alot more softer on her.

Lucifer's room has a toy chest for her since she likes spending time and playing in his room. And being the child that she is, she even dresses up the skeleton in his room. If he's not busy, he would play with her, simple playing house and all.

One time while lucifer was doing paper work,lilith wanted to help him . So to keep lilith busy, he handed her a bunch of void documents and told her to sign them. In the end she got bored and decided to draw her with her 7 older brothers. Which luci decided to frame and put up at the entrance hall.

If lilith gets into trouble, luci doesn't shy away from punishment. But rather than stringing someone upside down and leaving them like that for 100 years, he would just ground lilith and take away her toys. (Buuuuut her other brothers would just sneak some of her toys to her room, especially beel and belphie)

Mammon

" heh you should be greatful you're brothers with the GREAT mammon, shortie! Huh?! w-wait dont cry! "

Mammon loves teasing lilith. Be it calling her a pipspeak, shortie, cry baby, etc. He's said them all, buuuuut he always takes it back because lilith might tell lucifer and he gets punished AG A I N.

Lilith as much as possible doesn't leave any of her things in mammon's room, because her other brothers warn her that he's going to sell them away.

One time mammon stole something from lucifer (probably something to profit from), and lilith was in lucifers room because she was playing hide and seek with beel. Seeing mammon stealing, she gets out of her hiding spot and tells mammon that she will rat him out to her big brother lucifer.mammon taking non of this shitz says he'll do whatever she wants. By the end of the day, lilith gets a new plushie and mammon still got ratted out because how can she lie to her big brother lucifer?

Mammon does try to get her involved in his schemes sometimes. Making her ask money from her other brothers and other more shenanigans, but when he's feeling it he will in fact spoil her with little treats such as candy.

Leviathan

" wooah you look so much like ruri-chan! Can you sing too?"

Levi is still as much of a shut- in, having a younger sibling that he can teach TSL or play games with is his dream come true. Lilith goes to his room to watch anime (for her its cartoons but dont tell levi because he will be very triggered) with him and play video games.

If lilith does go to levi's room , he's always watching out just in case she ends up using his precious figurines as dolls or touching his precious merch. Sometimes( most of the time) when he's too busy playing his games, lilith will just talk to henry 2.0 and feed him.

Levi is a mega ultra super duper (insert more hyperbolic words) fan of ruri-chan, so during lilith's birthday..he gave her a ruri-chan costume (the other brothers already knew where this was heading but they couldn't stop it since lilith liked the cute clothes). She wore them and levi literally freaked because she looked just like her! He posted a picture of her on devilgram and the pic got a decent amount of likes.

The only time that lilith gets in trouble with levi is her staying with him past her bed time, she gets pouty about it but in the end she still gets taken to bed by her big brother lucifer.

Satan

"i can read you a story or we can play tea time, what do you prefer? "

Satan acts alot like a tutor to lilith, he teaches her about manners, reading and writing, and many other things. Satan loves teaching lilith especially when he sees her trying to pronounce big words, which he finds adorable.

Satan for the most part wants lilith to stay out of his room because there are too many dangerous books around. But he would rather play with her in her room instead, either reading a children's bed time book before going to bed or playing tea time with her. They both share a love for pets and animals, so in his free time, he will take her to a kitty cafe where she can play with the lil furballs.

Satan was regulary teaching lilith about different animals, until they got to the cat. Lilith became so intrigued by cats that satan spent a good 30 minutes to an hour of answering her questions about cats. One day, he saw lilith crying by the stairs. He quickly went over and asked her what's wrong, only to find out that she asked lucifer if they can adopt a cat wherein lucifer completely dismisses the idea. Knowing that Lucifer's mind wont change, the next day satan surprises lilith with a black cat plushie with a red bow tie thats as tall (or alitte bit smaller) than her. Until this day, the cat plushie satan gave her is her favourite. She is never seen without it, and she even gave it a name, mr. Momo.

The only time that lilith ever gets in trouble is if she joins in on satan's pranks on lucifer. But most of the time she's let off the hook if they're harmless ones.

Asmodeus

" waahh~ lilith's so adorable, but not as adorable as me"

To lilith, asmo is the closest thing to a sister she can have. Being the only girl in the house( before mc, if mc is a girl ), asmo likes to doll her up and make her his little dress up doll. He often buys clothes for her because he just LOVES making her pretty.

She doesn't spend as much time in asmo's room because there isn't much to do there, but when asmo calls her in after a shopping trip. She already knows he's going to make her pretty as a peach!

It was lilith's birthday and Asmo wanted to dress her up for the occasion! Hair? Check! Make up? Check! Clothes? Check! She was looking as pretty as ever (but not as pretty as him). After dolling her up , lilith went to her other brothers to show Amos work. All of them asked if a child should be wearing that much make up, but asmo tells lilith to shrug them off because they can't appreciate beauty even if it hits them in the face!

The one thing that gets lilith in trouble is lucifer seeing her being dressed by asmo , wearing clothes not fit for a 10 year old girl. Seriously, devilgram level make up on a kid is not appropriate (well in lucifer and some of the other brothers point of view)

Beezlebub

" the eggs taste like plastic..huh? I'm not supposed to eat them? Sorry, they looked too realistic"

Beel is very close with lilith. He spends most of his time watching over her or bringing her to his favourite food joints to eat. Since beel is so big, she loves it when he carries her around, either on his shoulders or just being carried in general. Beel wants to protect lilith at all times, so if sorcerers or witches want to summon lilith, he comes along to watch over her still.

if its not Lucifer's room, lilith's next stop is always the twin's room. She goes in and jumps on either of the beds and having her toys there as well she can already entertain herself. When beel is there to play with her, she likes to play chef and make him food using her plastic kitchen toy set( though some pieces are missing since beel keeps forgetting that its plastic). If she doesn't want to play with her toys, she tries to tickle fight beel and always wins.

Beel was in his room eating a box of cupcakes until lilith barges in and sees him eating cupcakes, she pouts at beel asking why he didn't tell her that he had cupcakes. Beel, being beel just says to her, " they're my cupcakes". She pouts even more and says that she wants a cupcake as well. Beel couldn't resist and splits the cupcake, giving the other half to her. After finishing the cupcake, he promises to buy her a box aswell next time.

Lilith having a sweet tooth herself will often look in the fridge for sweets. She sometimes ends up eating beels food(custard), and hides the evidence. Beel rampages again and breaks the kitchen. Lucifer then lines all of them up and ask who ate the custard, and all of them immediately suspect mammon. But being a good girl, lilith admits her mistake and apologizes to beel, who calms down and says ," you could have left me some..".

Belphegor

" how about later...? Im still too sleepy to teach you..."

Belphie, same with beel, is pretty close with lilith. If he isn't cuddling her as his favourite cuddle buddy, he's teaching her how to dance ballet(Based it off his dancing sprite). Lilith spends most of her afternoon napping with belphie.

Besides playing with beel , lilith also loves playig around with belphie. She makes it an everyday challenge for herself to wake him up in the most creative ways. It can be things such as ice,drawing on his face, tickles, etc. When belphie is too lazy to stand up from bed( which is often), she just plays with his hair and does whatever she wants with it. When he finally does stand up, he teaches lilith some ballet. While she's even wearing her full ballet attire, with tutu included.

It was the middle of the night and lilith had a nightmare, she wanted to go to her big brother lucifer, but it was already late and she might be disturbing him. But then she remembered that mid nights is when his big brother belphie is awake, so she goes over to him with mr.momo. belphie is alittle confused since its way past her bedtime so he asked her whats wrong. She climbs up his bed and hugs him, after calming down she tells belphie that she had a nightmare. Belphie was well acquainted with nightmares, so he knew exactly what to do. They went to the kitchen and both had a cup of warm milk. Going back to his room, he cuddled up with lilith and made sure she had a good nights sleep.

Lilith ends up over sleeping and gets very cranky if she gets rudely awakened.the others find it very adorable.

Mc

"...." * Huwgs*

So this depends on the mc's personality but lets start from the beginning. After being sent to the devildom and having the basic run down of what is to come, mammon takes you to the house of lamentations. The first thing you notice once the door opens, is toys scattered all around the entrance hall. Not only toys, but you see a height lines at one of the door frames. Mammon gets more annoyed because he stepped on one of the toys and he shouts out," lilith!". A small girl carrying a black cat plushie almost her size comes down the stairs. Mammon scolds her for leaving her toys out like that and he introduces you to their 8th sibling, lilith. Lilith immediately hugs you (no matter the gender), because it's been a while since she's seen a human. And you become her instant play mate.

The mc's room already has a toy chest, filled with lilith's favourite toys. She likes to play around with the mc and actually gets quite attached to them.

Lilith gets so comfortable around the mc that she ask permission from her big brother luci if she can make a pact with the mc. Of course, lucifer is skeptical but he allows it because of liliths enthusiasm.

Diavolo

" ah lilith , I didn't think you would be accompanying lucifer today. "

Dia acts alot like the rich uncle that only comes back during the holidays to give out presents. Lilith rarely gets to see diavolo because most of the time it's only lucifer that gets to see him. But, when lucifer does come back he often gives lilith sweets that barbatos made by diavolo's order.

On the rare occasions that lucifer brings lilith along with him, she acts very reserved and shows off the manners lessons that satan has been teaching her.

On one evening, lucifer brings lilith along to dinner with diavolo. While eating, diavolo jokes around saying that lucifer should just stay in the castle with him. Suddenly, lilith bumps in and protests against the idea, " no big brother luci's staying with us". She hugs as much of lucifers arm that she can, giving diavolo her most pouty and "menacing face". Dia loves seeing how much she cares for her brother, while lucifer is trying his best to hide his embarrassment.

Luke

" ahhhhh! Im not a child! I dont want to play with a demon!"

When lilith first saw luke, her mind immediately said," playmate! ". Though luke always complains about being treated like a child because he's short, he tries to bare it because simeon convinced him to play with lilith.

When in the purgatory hall, she brings along mr.momo and some other toys. luke sometimes pretend he isn't there so he doesn't have to play with lilith, but once he hears a sniffle of her almost crying. He couldn't help but open the door for her and play.

Upon first meeting luke, the key difference in height was..still... apparent. Somehow, lilith is still a few inches taller than luke. Being the giddy child she is, she tells her brothers about it and they all start laughing their lungs out. And when luke finally got wind of it, he was so flustered and embarrassed, he almost refused to leave his room.

Solomon

" why not make a pact with me?"

All her brothers warn her about solomon and to stay as far away from him as possible, she rarely gets to interact with him. But most of the times they do meet, he often ask her to make a pact with him. She always replies to him, " i have to ask big brother luci's permission first". Solomon just smiles and pats her head.

Huhu not much i can say about him since im sure the brothers distance lilith from solomon as much as possible.

And that concludes this very very long post , hope you guys enjoyed it❤️❤️❤️

[eryiss]

“If i have to stop what i’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week.” Laxus really wouldn't if this is the only consequence for interrupting Freed's work lbr

Prompt: ‘If I have to stop what I’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week.’ Prompt List here

Pairing: Fraxus.

Rating: Explicit N S F W

Read it elsewhere: AO3, Fanfiction

“If I Have To Stop Working…”

“I think it only fair to warn you, Laxus, that if I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

Freed sat at his desk, looking away from the foreign manuscript he had been attempting to translate for the past few weeks. It had dominated his time entirely, and it had been driving Laxus to the edge of insanity. They were two young, attractive men, and fucked regularly. To have that taken away, while Freed was still there, was driving him mad.

It had gotten to the point where Laxus cared not for his dignity. A moment ago he had walked into Freed’s office, wearing only his tightest boxers and with a towel over his shoulder, and claimed he was going to shower, and Freed was welcome to join.

“You ain’t supposed to threaten someone with a good time, Freed.”

Freed sighed, and turned in his chair to face Laxus. The blonde smirked at the small hesitation in Freed’s movements when he saw how little Laxus was wearing. His boxers strained around his half hard cock, basically acting as a second skin to the dragon slayer. Freed’s eyes raked up and down the blonde, and Laxus knew Freed wanted this just as much as Laxus did. He was as hungry as Laxus, and it made the blonde smirk.

“C'mon,” Laxus continued, walking closer and shamelessly flexing his muscles. “It’s just a shower.”

The blonde tipped Freed’s chin up and brought him into a heated kiss, which Freed instantly joined in on. Laxus’ hands roamed around Freed’s clothed torso, ruffling his shirt. Grinning into the charged kiss, Laxus ran his hand down Freed’s stomach before reaching for his crotch, which was bulging in his trousers. Freed gasped openly into Laxus’ mouth as the blonde took a strong hold of his cock and gave it a single, teasing jerk.

And then, when he knew he had Freed quite literally in the palm of his hand, he let go. The kiss was ended, leaving Freed a dishevelled mess, with lust in his eyes. His translations were the last thing on his mind now.

“But if you don’t have time,” Laxus smirked, turning away. “I understand.”

It took a second for Freed to react. Laxus was pushed roughly against the wall of the office, one hand restrained behind his back and one against the wall, above his head. The blonde moaned at the rough treatment, a thrill running through him. This had worked almost too well.

“I said that if you distracted me, I would make sure you couldn’t walk,” Freed whispered lowly into Laxus’ ear, voice both threatening and calm. “I don’t make that threat lightly.”

Laxus opened his mouth, but Freed’s knee pushed into his lower back before he could speak. His hardened dick was pushed against the wall now, and Freed made sure to slightly move his knee so that there was constant friction against Laxus’ prick. He could do nothing but moan.

“And since you’re so insistent, I’ll have to make good on my threat,” Freed continued, voice now a growl. “I am going to fuck you, Dreyar. Hard, relentless and without mercy. You are going to moan and cry and when I’m done with you, the very idea of moving is going to send ripples of pain and arousal throughout your being. It will be an experience you will never forget, and you will end up begging for more.”

Laxus grinned, already leaking precum at his lover’s threat. His dick lurched, wanting more.

Freed’s lips were against Laxus’ neck a moment later, biting and teasing at it without restraint. Laxus knew that the man was intending to mark him, probably in places it would be difficult to hide, and the blonde relished it. After weeks without having any sex, he would probably let the rune mage do whatever twisted thing his mind came up with as long as he came at the end of it.

With swift movements, Freed shifted Laxus’ positions. Now both his hands were pinned above his head, his legs were spread wide and his body was pushed up against the wall. The friction of it against his dick made him moan.

Now with one hand unused, Freed pulled the back of Laxus’ boxers down to reveal his ass. The blonde hissed as his lover shamelessly groped at his ass cheeks, and he heard the man chuckle as Laxus leaned into his hand. Laxus didn’t care for the teasing, and instead leant back further into Freed’s grasp to get any more contact.

So, of course, Freed removed his hand.

What Laxus leant into made his eyes widen. He could feel Freed’s hard dick straining in his trousers push against his ass, and Laxus bucked his hips back into it. He groaned as his boxers rubbed his dick.

“I believe I said I would fuck you, Dreyar,” Freed continued, voice still chilling. “Not once did I say I needed your assistance in that.”

A moment later, Freed pushed his hips forward and pinned Laxus’ crotch to the wall with them. His hand was now roaming across Laxus’ chest and stomach, feeling the expanse of strongly made muscle that was under his control, and as he toyed with Laxus’ right nipple, the blonde struggled to keep himself still.

This teasing lasted a short while longer, and it was driving Laxus mad. He had been horny for weeks, this was too much. And then, mercifully, Freed removed his hand and the sound of a zipper being opened sent a thrill through Laxus.

Finally.

With his dick now free, Freed forced two of his fingers inside of Laxus’ ass. He was quick with his actions, methodically stretching Laxus as much as required and no more. He cared little for the loud, unabashed moans leaving the dragon slayer at the rough treatment he was getting. The rune mage grinned a little as he cruelly scraped his finger against Laxus’ prostate in a taunting act of torture. Laxus groaned loudly and thrust his dick into the wall on instinct.

Then it happened. Freed removed his fingers and filled the blonde’s asshole with his thick, hard cock.

He didn’t give Laxus time to get used to the feeling; this was equal parts for punishment as it was for pleasure after all. He followed through on his threat and began to fuck Laxus, fast and unrelenting.

The blonde turned to a moaning, sweaty mess as the assault on his prostate got more and more ruthless. Freed was showing him no respite, fucking him with every inch of muscle his tight frame contained. There was no elegance to his movements, just animal lust.

It was fucking incredibly.

Laxus had forced his forehead into the wall, moans splitting apart his lips without him being able to stop it. His still restrained hands were clenched as he felt rush after rush of arousal take over him. His eyes were shot open in ecstasy as his lust filled thoughts ran rampant. He was thrusting manically, both into Freed’s ruthless dick and the wall with rubbed his own cock.

He knew he was a mess, but he didn’t care. None of this mattered, not when he was being fucked by his powerful, sexy, amazing lover.

Then, Freed’s movements grew faster and more manic. Laxus’ jaw shot open as a silent moan overtook him, his prostate being slammed into again and again like a damn jackhammer. He froze as the feeling of euphoria overtook him, unable to do anything but submit to Freed’s movements.

“Urgh,” Freed muttered. “Fuck.”

Freed made a noise that was half moan, half grunt. Hot spunk started to spurt out of his dick with force, two weeks worth of cum being shot deep into Laxus’ ass. The orgasm only made Freed more ruthless and fast with his actions, and it tipped Laxus over the edge.

With a lion-like roar, Laxus came. His dick shot spurt after spurt of cum into his boxers, runining them as he pushed back against Freed’s still thursting dick. Everything in his body tensed, showing every inch of muscle in his powerful form. He was panting hard, dick quivering as his sweat covered body rested against the wall he was pinned to.

After a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, both men’s orgasms ended. Laxus had his eyes closed as Freed released his hands, removed his cock and took a step back.

“Holy shit,” Laxus whispered, voice a little frail. “That was fucking… holy shit.”

Freed didn’t reply instantly, and when Laxus looked around he saw that the man was removing his shirt. He must have fucked him fully clothes, with just his cock and balls out of his trousers. Why was that so hot to think about?

“You act like we’re finished,�� Freed said, sounding a little breathless.

“We’re not?” Laxus asked, excitement entering his voice.

“You can still walk, can’t you?” Freed raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t exaggerating, you should know that. So, you’re going to clean yourself up, and make sure my office is spotless while you’re at it, and then you can join me in that shower you wanted. I might even let you suck my cock before I have you against the wall again.”

Freed left no room for argument and turned to walk away. He shrugged off his shirt, revealing his muscular back to the blonde, who was still dazed. A shiver went down him as he watched his lover; his dominant side had truly been awoken, and Laxus loved it. The slight cruelness in his lover drove Laxus wild.

Dick straining against his boxers again, Laxus took a step to clean up the puddle of cum on the floor.

His legs were already unstable, and it was only going to get better. Fuck this was going to be good.

[totallynotafetishblog]

what you wish for

this is the first fic i’ve ever posted anywhere!! i hadn’t had the desire to write fanfic in years, but go/od om/ens has taken over my life.  

enjoy some sick cr0wl3y a few months after armageddon’t  

(note: adam is present for plot reasons at the beginning. skip 1/4 of the way down [past the break] if you just want that good good in/effable h/usbands content)

After the world didn't end, summer faded into autumn faded into winter, and a biting chill now hung in the air, driving animals into their dens and the family members of climate change deniers up a wall. ("It's in the negatives! So much for 'global warming,' eh?" "That's not how it... climate and weather aren't... never mind.")

The cold had also driven Crowley, who was wont to bask, given his serpentine nature, to locate the most substantial heat source in London. He found himself in a bustling shopping mall sauntering aimlessly between shops, and with no purpose to his visit other than "be warm," he was drawn to the coat racks of an affordable clothing store. He had no intention of buying any of the jackets, but if something struck his fancy, he might miracle himself a copy later. 

As he was feeling the fabric of a rather fetching black peacoat, a voice off to his left said, "Hey, I know you."

Crowley spun around, not sure who, exactly, he was expecting to see, but it certainly wasn't...

"Adam?"

The eleven-year-old nodded and gave a curious look to the demon whom he had met exactly once at the Tadfield airbase. (Twice, if you count the bit where Crowley delivered Adam to the Sisters of the Chattering Order of St. Beryl, but Adam didn't remember that one.)

"How've you been?" Crowley asked, poorly faking nonchalance. He had frankly never considered the possibility that he might run into the Antichrist again, and certainly not at an English shopping center. 

"Alright, 'spose. But this week's been so boring."

"Mm, I agree. Not a big fan of the cold weather myself."

"Oh, no. That's alright. The pond nearby's frozen over and you can skate and slip around and it's loads of fun. But I haven't been able to 'cause my friends are sick and mum says I can't hang out with them. That's why she dragged me out shopping." Adam huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets. 

"Yeah, well, probably beats being sick."

"Being sick's not so bad." Adam brightened. "You don't have to go to school and you can watch movies all day and no one tells you what to do."

"Hm," Crowley said, considering this. "Might have to try it some time."

"You mean you've never been sick?" 

"Nah. Not sure I can get sick, actually."

"That's rubbish. Everyone can get sick."

"Guess I just haven't been lucky enough to catch a cold yet. Here's hoping this'll be my year."

A thin woman who Crowley didn't recognize but inferred was Mrs. Young placed a hand on Adam's shoulder. "Adam, there you are! Come here, I have some clothes for you to try on." Adam started 

to roll his eyes, but a stern look from his mother stopped his pupils from making a full circuit. She ushered him away, and Crowley was left alone at the coat rack once again.

"Well," he said. "That was a thing."

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Crowley awoke the next morning with the overwhelming sensation that something had gone terribly wrong.

He peeled open heavy eyes, somehow more tired than he'd been when he collapsed into bed the night before, and tried to ignore the hammering in his head and the dull ache residing in his limbs. He hadn’t gone out drinking and forgotten to sober up, had he? 

Upon attempting to purge his body of any alcohol and finding none, he pushed himself into a seated position and he swallowed. The small gesture aggravated his tender, burning throat, and a rattling coughing fit tore through him, leaving the demon hunched over and panting, head in his hands. 

"Ghk," Crowley grumbled. "Fuck."

Grabbing the mobile phone from his nightstand, he stood on uncertain legs and stumbled to the bathroom, catching himself on the sink. He hesitated to make eye contact with the mirror, not knowing what state he would find himself in. Bracing for the worst, he lifted his eyes and was met by a pale, disheveled reflection, a rosy flush across his nose and cheeks, and glassy yellow eyes. Another coughing fit overtook him, and his knuckles tightened around the basin of the sink.

Crowley was fairly certain he was about to discorporate. 

He hadn't done it before, but he couldn't think of any other explanation as to why he felt so positively awful. Though he wished he had some more time to set his affairs in order and find a good home for all his plants, he did, at the very least, have time for goodbyes.

He dialed the only number in his phone which he called with any regularity. After a few rings, Aziraphale picked up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Aziraphale. It's me." 

"Oh, Crowley!" Crowley could hear his smile through the phone. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Yeah, not quite. Something's happened."

Aziraphale's voice dropped to a concerned whisper. "What do you mean 'something's happened'?"

"I mean, I... I think I'm dying, angel."

"You're what? What happened?"

"Dunno. Just woke up feeling sorta...not good."

"Well... 'Not good' is good for you, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but... no. Felt liked I'd been poisoned or something. My head feels like it's full of cement and my throat's on fire a-and..." He paused and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to massage away the building pressure in his sinuses. "...and my nose ihh-is... hih!" In vain, he scrubbed a fist beneath his nostrils, failing to fight off the spidering itch. The phone slipped from his hand and clattered in the sink as he snapped forward, sneezing against the back of his palm. "Huh'ATSHhuu! h'RSHHuh! Nng..."

He sniffled and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror again. Was this what death looked like? Clammy skin and a sore throat and a dripping nose? Frankly, those sounded like the symptoms of... 

Oh.

Clearing his throat, he held the phone back up to his ear.

"Crowley? Crowley, are you still there?" came Aziraphale's worried voice. 

"Yeah, 'm still here. Sorry about that."

"What was that? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry about it. Uh, actually, on second thought, I'm... fine. I'm not discorporating. Just... forget I called, yeah?"

"I most certainly will not!" Aziraphale huffed. "You can't tell me you're dying then expect me to forget about it. Shall I come over?"

Having never been sick before, Crowley wasn't entirely sure how these things worked, but he'd lived through enough plagues to know diseases could be contagious, and he didn't want to risk dragging the angel into misery with him. "No, no. I'm fine, really. Was just overreacting a bit." He turned away from the receiver and muffled a wet cough into his shoulder.  

"I'm coming over," Aziraphale decided.

"Listen to me, you really d-don't-!" Hissing at his own rebellious body, he tossed his phone down again and tented both hands over his face.  "h-hih-EKSHHHiuu! AKSHHUUh! ihihih...? h'EkSHHHUH!" He groaned, sniffling back the mess before lowering his hands and blearily opening his eyes to see Aziraphale. 

"Christ, Aziraphale!" Crowley cried, staggering backward. "Are you trying  to discorporate me? Could've knocked, at least, 'stead of materializing in the middle of my bathroom."

Eyebrows knitted together in sympathy, Aziraphale frowned and wrung his hands. "I do apologize for intruding, but... Oh, you sounded so dreadful, and I thought you might've been hurt, or, or..." His eyes flicked up and down as he took in Crowley's appearance. "Are those pajamas?"

"Just woke up."

"But it's nearly four in the afternoon!"

With a slight panic, Crowley glanced at his phone to double check the date, and his anxiety settled when he determined he'd only been out for 16 hours, and not 16 days or months or decades. He shrugged. "I've slept longer."

Aziraphale sighed. "Will you please just tell me what's going on?"

"I told you, it's nothing to worry about. I've just got a bit of a cold."

"A cold?" Aziraphale replied incredulously. "What ever do you mean?"

"I mean my throat's scrachy and my nose is all stuffed up and...you know. A cold."

"Right, yes, but how on Earth did you catch it?"

Crowley rolled his neck, produced a half-sigh-half-cough, and exited the bathroom, saying, "Does it matter?"

Not relenting, Aziraphale followed him to the living room where Crowley slumped back into the couch and propped his feet on the coffee table. "Of course it matters. We aren't supposed to get sick, Crowley. Comes with the whole 'angelic healing' business, I suppose."

"Right, angelic healing. Maybe your lot can't get sick, but it seems mine can. We might not be playing for Heaven and Hell any more, but I'm a still a demon, er, biologically, or whatever."

Aziraphale took a seat beside Crowley at that, confusion sketched across his brow as he mouthed 'biologically.' After another second of contemplation, he turned to Crowley and said, "Now, you know that can't be right. You've never gotten sick before."

Crowley rubbed a knuckle under the tip of his nose and sniffed. "Sure I have. Loads of times."

"You most certainly have not." Aziraphale didn't even attempt to conceal his eyeroll. 

"Maybe you just haven't been paying close enough a...atten... ahKSHHHUh! ATSHHiu!!" He held a cupped hand over his face until he was confident the itch was gone. "Attention." 

"Goodness! God bl- ah, gesundheit, dear." He miracled a red silk handkerchief for the demon which Crowley was grateful to accept, though he would never admit that. 

After a productive nose blow, Crowley let his head fall back against the couch. A cough clawed its way from his throat and he belatedly raised the handkerchief to his mouth before sighing and turning his head towards Aziraphale. "Angel?"

"Yes?"

"I may have done something very stupid."

Aziraphale looked wary. "What did you do?"

"So. Right. I ran into Adam Young yesterday."

"The Antichrist?"

"No, the singer behind Owl City. Yes, the Antichrist!” Crowley knew Aziraphale wouldn't understand the reference but was too tired to care. "Anyway, he mentioned something about being sick, and I said I'd like to try it some time..."

"Oh, Crowley. You didn't."

"I did. And apparently Adam can still bend the universe to his whims, so." He gestured broadly at himself.  “Be careful what you wish for, I guess.”

"Should we be...concerned? About Adam, I mean. I didn't realize he still had full access to his powers."

"Well, if he's only using them to give demons head colds, I'd say it's nothing to worry about." Crowley's eyebrows quirked up and his breath hitched one, two, three times before- "heh’EKSHHiu! IKSHhuuh! AKSHhiuu!" He shook his head. "Nguh. Sure is annoying, though."

Aziraphale offered a soft smile and cupped Crowley's cheek with a gentle hand. "Poor dear. I don't suppose we could miracle it away?"

"Probably not a great idea to try and undo the wishes of the Antichrist."

"No, probably not. We could always ask Adam to undo it, though."

Crowley scoffed. "If you want to try driving us up to Tadfield, be my guest, but I think if I drive, I'll sneeze us off the road."

Aziraphale pondered this for a moment, then stood up. "Right then." With the snap of his fingers, a thick white blanket appeared and draped itself over Crowley. "We'll deal with this the human way."

"Aziraphale, what're you-?"

"Hush," he said, tucking the blanket snug around Crowley. "You just rest. Let me take care of you."

"Oh, you don't have to-"

"I want to." Aziraphale brushed a strand of hair out of Crowley's face. "You're always so kind to me." Crowley started to hiss, but Aziraphale continued. "You are. You're so kind and you do so much for me, and, well... I'd like to return the favor." He placed a light kiss on Crowley's forehead. "Is that alright?"

"Mm," Crowley hummed. "Very alright. Thank you."

"Of course, my dear. Now rest and I'll put some tea on, hm?"

Letting his eyes slip shut, Crowley did as he was instructed for perhaps the first time in his immortal life.  

[jonsastan]

Jonsa: A Dream of Spring @jonsadreamofspring

Day 6:  Parallels / King and Queen / Memories Aka: Jonsa Homecoming King and Queen Au

If you looked up the term ‘golden child’ in the dictionary you would probably find a picture of Sansa Stark. She was a straight A student, she was considerate of others, she was responsible, she volunteered, and started the school’s composting initiative. She was clever and kind and beautiful. So it really didn’t surprise anyone when she was nominated for Homecoming Queen.

Jon Snow on the other hand wasn’t exactly your typical Homecoming King but he got nominated anyway. 

“It’s probably just some stupid underclassmen that think he has dreamy eyes.” Jeyne said as Sansa stood at her locker pulling out books for her next lesson. “He’s not going to win or anything.” Sansa made a non-committal sound. 

She didn’t really care who won Homecoming King. She didn’t really care if she won Homecoming Queen. It might look good on her applications to university, but it wasn’t like it was her only achievement at school. Jon was in some of her classes and was her brother’s best mate so they knew each other, but they weren’t really friends. Sansa seemed to be involved in every aspect of school life, volunteering, organising, studying, tutoring; but whenever she saw Jon he was either with Robb, Theon, or walking his dog. He wasn’t exactly typical Homecoming King stuff. 

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“Did you see that you and Jon are in the lead for Homecoming King and Queen?” Robb asked, sitting on the bench next to where Sansa was cooking dinner. Both their parents were working tonight, so Sansa was on cooking duty and Robb on cleaning duty. Arya was on bedtime duty, which never ended well. She told scary stories and then Rickon couldn’t sleep unless he was curled up in Sansa’s bed. 

“Yeah I saw the poll.” She chopped carrots for a moment. “Did you nominate Jon?” She asked, trying to sound nonchalant. 

“Nope, I think it was Theon.” Robb stole a carrot slice from the chopping board. “As a joke. You know Jon, he’s the most awkward introvert in the whole North, so Theon probably thought it would be a laugh to nominate him.”

“That’s kinda mean.”

“That’s Theon.” Robb shrugged and stole another carrot. “I don’t think he realised how much Jon helps people behind the scenes, didn’t realise how popular Jon was, in a quiet kind of way.” Sansa stopped chopping and looked at her twin brother. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, he tutors underclassmen pretty much every afternoon-”

“He’s not at the tuition program.” Sansa objected, her head tilted slightly. 

“He doesn’t like the program, says it’s too focused on ‘improving grades and not actual understanding of the subject’.” Robb made air quotes. “He also helps out at the vet, you know Davos’ vet?” Sansa nodded. “And the animal shelter. He’ll bring extra lunch to school because some kids don’t have any.” Robb shrugged. “And he’s got pretty okay grades.” 

“I didn’t know.” Sansa muttered. 

“Jon doesn’t brag about it.” Robb hopped off the bench and walked over to the fridge, opening it and perusing the contents. “How long ‘til dinner’s ready?” 

“About 20 minutes.” Sansa replied, finishing chopping the carrots. 

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Sansa petted Lady as she waited in the small room of the vet. Lady needed her shots and Sansa had organised to walk her around alone so her mum and dad could watch Rickon’s lacrosse game. Of course being a lacrosse game for the under 7’s it mostly ended up in one kid hitting the other with the stick. 

Sansa heard the gentle tap at the door and held onto Lady’s leash as the vet nurse entered, even though Lady would never bolt for the door, or jump on someone. She did begin to wag her tail excessively and that’s when Sansa realised it was Jon Snow who seemed to be reading over Lady’s history.

“Hello Lady.” He said, kneeling down and ruffling the dog’s ears. “Hi Sansa.” She couldn’t help but smile slightly at Jon’s priorities. Dogs first, then people.  

“Hey Jon, how are you?” 

“Not bad. Working here a lot. How are you?” He asked, taking the lead from her hand and moving Lady to the fancy table that lowered to the floor then rose to be right height for the vet.

“I’m okay. Trying to get my dress sorted for Homecoming.” 

“Oh right. That’s soon, yeah?” 

“Two weeks.” There was an awkward pause as Jon examined Lady’s teeth and made notes for Davos, the vet. “You have a date?” She asked for want of something to ask. 

“Nope, flying solo. You?” He chuckled before lowering his pen. “Of course you have a date.” He shook his head and smiled slightly. 

“Actually, I don’t. I was thinking about just tagging along with Robb, but he’s got an actual date.” She said feeling a little annoyed at the way he’d said the last comment.

“Yeah, he told me.” 

“He didn’t tell me who!” Sansa exclaimed feeling slightly betrayed by her brother. Probably thought I’d tease him.

“Fryd.” 

“Football Fred or Lacrosse Fryd?” She asked. Jon turned to her. 

“Wynafryd Manderly.”  

“Lacrosse Fryd.” Sansa muttered, nodding her head. 

“She doesn’t play lacrosse.” 

“She’s Rickon’s coach. It’s why Robb has been attending the games with an almost religious fervor.” 

“What about football Fred?” 

“Robb’s been hanging out around the football team more often than usual and Fred Flint is fit.” 

“Makes sense.” Jon nodded and they lapsed into silence for a moment. “So do you maybe wanna go to Homecoming alone together?” He asked, running his hand through hair that was just long enough to tie into a half up style, avoiding looking at her. 

Sansa moved toward Jon and Lady, patting her dog. 

“Yeah. I’d like that.” She smiled at him. 

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“What colour dress are you wearing to Homecoming?” Robb shouted making Sansa jump and her hand jerk causing a harsh black line across her, otherwise perfect, notes. 

“Pink!” She shouted back without much thought. It wasn’t until later, when she was getting ready for bed she wondered by Robb wanted to know. She crossed the hall and tapped on his door. 

“Oi! Why did you want to know what colour dress I’m wearing to Homecoming?” She lent against the doorframe, watching as Robb stuffed books into his school bag. 

“Theon, Jon, and I went to buy corsages and he asked me to stealthily find out your dress colour so he could match the corsage.”

“And shouting it at me is stealthy?” She raised a bemused eyebrow at him. He shrugged. 

“At least your corsage wont clash terribly with your dress.” She nodded in agreement before returning to her room. 

The was sweet of Jon.

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Sansa check the contents of her tiny clutch purse for the fourth time in the space of about 5 minutes. 

Phone? Check. Money, just in case? Check. Lipstick? Check. Keys? No! Wait, Jon is driving, you don’t need keys.

She let out a sigh and glanced at the clock. Jon should be arriving any moment. She lifted a leg and examined her sparkly pink shoe, smiling. She liked these shoes, they were bright, and girly, and thoroughly impractical. 

“You look lovely.” She turned and saw Jon standing in the doorway, an awed smile on his face. He wore an all black suit with a pink pocket square, the shade matching her dress exactly. She smiled. 

“Not too shabby yourself.” He reached out a hand to help her stand and she took it, enjoying the warmth of his palm. 

“My dad let me borrow his car for the night so we don’t have to ride in my shit box.” He said, walking her down to the fancy black car. She knew Jon’s dad was rich, he’d have to be to attend Winterfell Prep, but she also knew Jon wasn’t close to him. 

“That was kind.” She offered, not wanting to spark anything negative. 

He opened the passenger door for her. “It was nice.”

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“Your Homecoming King, Jon Snow and your Homecoming Queen, Sansa Stark will now take the floor!”  The over excited MC announced. 

It was corny, and old fashioned, but a part of Sansa loved the fact that the King and Queen would have a dance as the rest of the class joined in. 

Jon lead her to the middle of the floor. He placed a hand gently on her waist and there was a moment of complete stillness and Sansa was sure Jon could hear the beating of her heart. Then the music began and Jon guided her around the dance floor. 

“You dance surprisingly well.” She commented after a while, noticing Fryd wince slightly as Robb trod on her toes. 

“Thanks.” He smiled gently at her. 

The song ended and was followed by energetic music, more suited to groups than couples. 

“Would you like some punch?” Jon said into her ear, his lips brushing her earlobe. She nodded. He took her hand and led her over to the punch stand, procured two glasses, and gestured to a quiet little alcove not far from them. 

“So how does it feel to be royalty?” She asked, sipping the overly sugary drink. Jon chuckled. “A privilege I neither sought nor wanted. What about you, your grace?” He said with a small bow. Sansa laughed. 

“It’ll look good when I apply for uni I suppose.”

“You didn’t want to be queen?” He asked looking surprised.

“No, it wasn’t exactly the ambition of my high school career.” She shrugged. “But my mother did say I have the perfect shaped head for a tiara.” Jon laughed at this before taking a sip of his own drink. She noticed a droplet of punch clinging to his lip and had an impulse to kiss it off. 

Jon was sweeter than she’d realised, kinder too. He thought of others first and was considerate of those around him. And he looked great in a suit. 

“So do you think people understand our whole ‘going alone together’ thing?” She asked as a means of distracting herself from Jon’s lips. He looked at his shoes before answering her. 

“I kinda think the whole matching corsage and pocket square might have suggested friends going together, at least.”

“At least?” She asked, taking a half a step toward him. 

“Some people, maybe some people who are here with a really clever and funny and beautiful girl, people who have trouble talking with other people, people who think said girl has a really cute dog and a nice brother but not as nice as her, might think that this was a date.” He suggested, staring at his shoes again. Sansa half smiled.

“Would these people also happen to have stupid plastic crowns on their heads?” He looked at her and smiled. 

“Yeah.” She moved closer again, reaching her free hand out to tangle her fingers with his. 

“I kinda think it’s a date too.” She whispered.

And then Jon was kissing her or maybe she was kissing Jon. Either way it was only a matter of moments before Theon wolf whistled loudly at them.

[weaselle]

COMPLETE SHORT STORY

WRITING-PROMPT-S.TUMBLR.COM/POST/175961780920: PROMPT: YOU ARE A CREATURE WITH A FAERY MOM AND A VAMPIRE DAD. FROM YOUR MOM’S SIDE YOU’RE ALLERGIC TO IRON. FROM YOUR DAD’S SIDE YOU NEED BLOOD.

(special thanks again to desertskald for this drawing, which touched my heart)

A few days after your birth, your condition is diagnosed by an old gnome that makes house calls, who tells your parents that their daughter may not survive the week. Your vampire dad stays up all day in a sunless room researching. By evening he has a list of animals with blood that carries oxygen utilizing hemocyanin, similar to hemoglobin, but copper based. These creatures are all sea creatures, so your family moves to the shore.

The blood of various mollusks, crustaceans, and cephalopods is enough to keep you alive, but not healthy. Your father, obsessed with finding a way to de-ironize human blood, becomes a vampiric mad inventor, sort of a Dr. Frankenstein meets the Dad from Honey I Shrunk the Kids. He’s constantly coming to you with his latest experimental invention - homemade alchemical tablets that are supposed to dissolve in blood and turn iron molecules into gold (but half the time they change it to silver, which is equally problematic) fang tip filters that fit over your teeth and screen the blood (which actually works, they’re just so delicate they constantly break, often in the biting process, rendering them useless) heavily altered summoning rituals (if I can summon the whole demon, why can’t I summon just its blood?) various magic potion additives for mixing into blood (okay but you have to follow the recipe EXACTLY or you’ll leak all your minerals out of your eyes, and your bones will melt. You know what? never mind, give me that back) centrifugal devices featuring magnets (that one had a lot of promise, but none of the models ever quite did the whole job, and they weigh a ton)….  

While your father is determined to discover a process that will allow you to feed on humans, your mother focuses on fairy magic hacks - she teaches you how to set circle traps, and syphon health from people, but, like all fairy magic, there is a trade off. The more health you syphon, the worse your health the next day when it wears off; it’s like a hangover. And, like with a lot of the darker magics, it becomes a little less effective each time you do it, requiring more and more health be syphoned to achieve the same gain. So she teaches you more things, how to use glamor to seem convincingly healthy, how to float instead of walk, how to ensnare the minds of mortals to use them as temporary servants if you need things. How to temporarily access various kinds of life force from forests, from the wind, from the creatures of the local biome, etc,. Standing next to you on the beach at night, she shows you how to pull power directly from the magic of the full moon, and use it to experience a brief respite from your sickliness… which grows slowly worse.

It’s all so tiring. You spend more and more time on the beach, sitting in tide-pools, staring out to sea, motionless. Time flows by without touching your immortal parents, and hardly anything changes. Your mother wanders off to follow her self interest, as fairies are wont to do, but she visits often. Your father is obsessed as only a vampire can be, and barely remembers to get enough to drink; many nights you have to ask him “Dad, when is the last time you exsanguinated anyone?”

Years pass.

One night as you are sitting on a rock amid the rising tide, idly draining crabs of their blood while lost in thought, you finally notice that every time you reach down into surf, another crab is put into your reaching hand. Looking down into the water, you see the laughing face of a playful young woman, and that’s how you meet Neera.

Neera, you learn, is half werewolf. Every full moon she must turn into a wolf, and so she can’t live in Finfolkheem, the crystal-halled deep sea home of her mother’s people, which is a three week journey from the nearest beach. And she can’t live with her father on land, of course. She doesn’t even know where he is, or if he’s alive. On her mother’s side, she’s finfolk, and part ceasg, part selkie, which somehow has something to do with her mother’s family and their ancient tradition of vacationing along the shores of Shetland. “I’m a total mutt,” she says, laughing, and you can’t help but smile. Her eyes are like black opal. She’s beautiful. Neera spends a lot of time alone. “Feral,” she grins, but, while loneliness has made you quite and shy, it seems to have had the opposite effect on Neera. She’s an amazing shape shifter. She can have a lower half that is plush-furred and flippered like a seal, or jewel-scaled and finned like a fish, and she can magically remove her fur or scales like a thick skirt, to reveal human legs. And while she is helpless to be anything but a wolf for three days out of the month, she can choose to be a wolf anytime she wants. “And I can be like, part wolf part human, like this” she shows you. “AND I can almost change into a whole seal, like great-gran, she’s a selkie, even though her daughter and grand daughter, that’s my mother, can’t do it” she tells you excitedly, “probably because of my were-blood; great-gran thinks selkies and werewolves may have been related way back when, that would kind of explain why I can take my scale-tail off the same way selkies change, so I think I’ll be able to go full seal. I haven’t quite got the trick of it yet, but soon I think. Mother hates me trying; when I first started I would turn into a wolf instead, and I almost drowned a couple times.” “My mother’s people don’t really like me” she confides one day, “most folk are frightened of me, because of my father; I even scare my siren cousins a little” she says, looking at you out of the corner of her eye in a rare moment of vulnerability. “Don’t worry, my dad’s a vampire,” you say, baring your fangs at her, “no werewolf is going to make me nervous” But she does make you nervous. But not, like, scared nervous. You still can’t believe she wants to keep hanging out with you. The two of you are soon spending almost all your time together, down on the beach. When your mother visits, she is glad her daughter has found “some fey creature” to be friends with, and you father is happy that you’re happy. “That’s great! My little fruitbat has a friend.” He looks up sharply “does she have red blood, or does she bleed blue?” “NO, Dad, I’m not going to eat Neera” you tell him, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, okay,” he agrees “seal and wolf, that’s a lot of mammal anyway, probably hemoglobin all the way…” he trails off as he resumes tinkering with a ferrous gel he’s trying to entice a half-tame poltergeist into possessing. Neera tells you about her ceasg family members “They’re basically Scottish mermaids closely related to the finfolk, they can live in lakes, rivers, seas and oceans; My grandmother was a full blooded freshwater ceasg, my mother is half ceasg, half finfolk and selkie. Have I told you about the time I met some oceanic ceasgs? The saltwater ceasgs can grow monstrous big, like if a whale was a mermaid!” Her stories are captivating, like everything about Neera. You grow more and more sickly, but you hardly care, spending your time on the beach watching Neera frolic in the waves and listening to the stories of her adventures. She discovers that your vampire heritage means that breathing is optional for you, and she guides you carefully to some nearby underwater caves. It’s the most beautiful adventurous thing you’ve ever experienced, until later that night, when you return to the beach and lay on your back in the surf, looking at the stars with Neera, and she reaches over and takes your hand in hers. ... “What would happen if you drank my blood for real?” She asks one evening as the two of you watch the waves. “Well, I’d have a terrible reaction to the iron in your blood, and I’d probably die.” “I thought faeries and vampires were immortal though.” “SOME faeries are immortal, others just live for thousands of years.” “Yeah, but, wouldn’t your vampire blood tip the scales there, make you true immortal?” “Probably,” you shrug “Actually yeah, Dad is pretty sure it would.“ “That’s cool,” she ruffles then smoothes the fur just below her hip; she’s been working on her selkie form. “Mermaids and werewolves and everything I am don’t really… I’ll probably only live about 200 years. I wish I had that vampire thing going on” Your compromised immortality is an uncomfortable subject for you, but the thought of Neera dying fills you with horror “It wouldn’t save me from death by iron though; faeries and vampires can be killed, they just don’t often die of old age. I might though. I keep getting worse” “Oh,” she leans against you for a moment, and kisses your shoulder. “But what if you weren’t allergic to iron?” She’s asking a moment later - nothing keeps Neera down for long - “What would happen if you drank my blood then?” “Well,” you say, playfully, “If I didn’t drain you empty, you’d be my thrall; You’d be under my spell, and you’d do anything I told you. For a while. It would wear off eventually.” Neera wiggles deeper into the sand “Your servant? Could be fun. But I thought I’d become a vampire too.” “No, for that after I drank almost all of your blood, you’d have to drink mine. If you could stomach it.” “Oh, come on,” she says, smiling with a mouthfull of teeth like piranha “you know I’d eat you right up” making you blush and change the subject. By the time you realize how deeply in love you are, it is obvious that you are dying. Vampires can’t live long on the blood of crustaceans; you’ve been dying this whole time, and the only reason you are still alive is because your fairy blood has made dying take so long. At least your own research in your fathers lab has turned up some information worth sharing with Neera. “Hey, I figured out what would probably happen if we did the blood exchange ritual” you tell her one morning, squinting in the glare. Neera looks up from her sunbathing, and flips seawater at you with her tail “Yeah?” “Yep. It doesn’t happen with finfolk or werewolves often, and, of course, I couldn’t find any literature on someone with your exact pedigree. But from all I could tell, you’d get the immortality at the price of blood dependence - the two are strongly linked. Your supernatural origins would probably cancel out most of the rest of it, so you wouldn’t even have to give up all this,” you say, waving your hand vaguely at the bright unpleasant sunlight. The sun didn’t do to you what it would to your father, but you don’t enjoy it the way Neera does. “You’d have to drink someone’s blood pretty often though, it’s a high price.” Neera laughs, a loud and shockingly happy sound that bounces around the cove “I’m finfolk and werewolf” she reminds you, still laughing “I lure men into the sea and drown them for fun, I snatch men off the side of the road and eat them for dinner at least once a month - I don’t think I’d be too broken up about a little change in diet like that.” For some reason it makes you love her all the more. One night the two of you are walking along the beach together, hand in hand, and you see a glint of a metal ring half buried in the sand. You both reach for it, then jump back exclaiming “Silver, YUCK!” in unison. You collapse on the sand together, laughing. “Oh what a shame,” Neera pouts, “I was looking forward to some new jewelry” You feel your breath catch, your sickly heart leaps and stutters. You reach into your pocket, for the ring you’ve been carrying around in cowardice for so long. You’ve only been waiting for the right moment, you’ve told yourself… but if this isn’t the right moment no moment ever will be. “Well,” you try to drawl casually, but your voice breaks “I’ve got this one made of gold. Has a diamond on it.” Neera looks at you with wide, wide eyes as you turn awkwardly in the sand and raise up on one knee. “Neera, you know I’m dying, and I have no right to ask you..” You can’t talk for a moment, and you see tears brimming in Neera’s eyes. That’s no good, if she starts crying you definitely will. You clear your throat “Neera, I… without you, my life wouldn’t…” all your carefully planned speeches are forgotten and useless “Neera, I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?” She leaps onto you and kisses you deeper than you’ve ever been kissed. Somehow her tongue nicks a fang, hers, yours, impossible to tell - a single drop of her blood slides down your throat; you feel the small pang from the few molecules of iron in it, but you don’t care, you would suffer much worse for her to keep kissing you like this. The kiss comes to an end, but before you can remind her that she hasn’t actually answered yet, she says softly, lips still brushing yours “if” she kisses you again and then gets up, stepping back as you lay there on the beach, a strange look in her black eyes. “I love you so much,” she whispers “and yes,” her voice gets stronger “yes I’ll marry you IF” she takes another step back, swinging her scaled skirt/tail over one shoulder, “if you CATCH ME!” and with that she starts sprinting toward the water. Up to mid thigh in the ocean, she stops to put the skirt back on, where it transforms into her fish tail once more. “It won’t be easy!” she yells back at you as you climb to your feet “Show me how much you want to marry me!” and she disappears into the sea. Are you heart broken? The most excited you’ve ever been? Confused, that’s for sure. “Yes if??” What the hell is that?! And you’re still just standing on the beach! Concentrating, you summon your faery magic, casting a functional glamor that lets you move easily despite your sickly condition. Entering the water, you stop breathing - your vampire nature serves you well in this. You cast a spell similar to the one that lets you levitate, and you begin sliding through the water at a rapid pace. The blood, that single drop of her blood you swallowed, it gives you a faint sense of what direction she went. You follow quickly. After a few hours your glamour wears off. You are out deep in the ocean, and no closer to catching Neera. You are… angry. What the fuck. Who does that, just runs off and tells you to chase them? Is it a werewolf thing? Because the ocean makes that extra fucked up. You reach deep inside and connect to the old magic. Broadcasting it, you draw life-force from the local sea life. Of course you’ll pay for it later, and weak as you have become that will be especially hard on you, but you don’t care. Is she playing with your heart? No, your love is mutual, you trust her, something else is going on. You have to catch her. Burning up your borrowed energy, you surge through the water. After 24 hours, you are desperate. You’ve never used the fairy magic this heavily before. You’re in deep crushing blackness, but you utilize your vampire powers to counter it, seeing in the darkest dark, transmuting your flesh to mist to avoid being compressed like an empty can. Where IS she? After three days, you are more frightened than you’ve ever been. You’re not sure you’ll survive this. Your tenuous blood link to her indicates she still lives, but at this point you are scared for her too. You thought the blood link would wear off, but it seems to you that the intensity of your hunting is keeping it engaged. Engaged. Is that what you are now? Is this a selkie engagement ritual? You won’t get much further without at least a little blood of some sort. You latch onto a 6 foot humboldt squid like some kind of freakish remora. It fights you at first, tearing at you with all its arms but you drain it with such rapid savagery that it dies before it can do you much harm… A full week now, you’ve been zipping through the ocean. Periodically you cry. Sometimes you laugh. You’ve leaned on the old fey sorcery so hard that death seems the certain trade off at this point, and you are determined to look into Neera’s eyes one last time before it claims you. Fuck it. You were dying anyway. This has been the biggest adventure of your life, of most people’s lives. You’ve seen secrets no human has ever known, met demonic giants of the deep, passed by mysterious crystal cities on the lowest ocean floors, witnessed creatures thought extinct by even the long-lived and nature-sensitive fey. Only your love for Neera and your desire to see her one last time keeps you going, pulling a little life from every living creature within ten square miles of you with the darkest magics you know. The trail, blood link growing ever fainter, seems to indicate that Neera is heading for shallower waters. Suddenly it occurs to you: the full moon - she has to return to land, the ocean is no place for a wolf. It’s the third and final night of the full moon’s effects on her… how is she still in the water? Summoning your vampiric flavored fairy powers, you launch upward through the ocean and burst skyward, letting your emotion fuel a pull on the forces around you strong enough to put you up among the birds. You assess the blood link as you waver there, your outer body numb as it has been for days, the very blood in your veins vibrating painfully, your soul drained as a broken bottle. There, the beach of a small island, hardly more than a sandbar. You don’t think it’s on any map, but it has to be the place, the moon is out, Neera will be swimming as a wolf, as she has been for three days and nights, she has to be exhausted, she must be headed for that tiny strip of land. The magic falters, but you are so close, you grit your teeth and pull, and every seagull near falls dead from the sky as you use their stolen life to hurtle toward the beach. It isn’t going to be enough though. You aren’t going to make it. So close, but you start to fall. It’s too bad, because you can see a dark canine shape dragging itself painfully from the ocean. NEERA As you tumble through the air, you remember your mother, standing next to you on the beach at night, arms raised… …pulling power from the full moon. Crying, desperate, you try. The moon is sinking below the horizon as you make the tenuous connection. It’s just enough. You crash down onto the sand mere inches from a very wet and weary wolf, one hand closing around her hind leg. The magic is gone. Time to pay the price in full. To call it a hangover would be to laugh in the face of certain death, and you haven’t the strength. Your head bumps and shifts, and you open your eyes to see Neera, beautiful Neera, cradling your head in her scaled lap. You feel peaceful. You’ll die. It’s okay. “N…eera..” you manage, “dy… dying.” With great effort she pulls your torso upwards to embrace you. “No,” She whispers, clearly near the end of her own strength “you’re not going to. Remember I told you my gran was a ceasg?” Oh. It’s story time. That’s nice. Good way to go. Her voice is beautiful, even when strained from your shared ordeal. “Here’s something about ceasgs… sometimes they marry. Even mortals, if they are caught. And when you catch them… They can grant you wishes.” You thought you were paying attention before, but now every part of your brain that isn’t dead already is concentrating on her words “My gran, was full ceasg, when she was caught, she could grant three wishes,” Neera says, huskily, tears leaking from her inhumanly black eyes, “My mother was half ceasg,” she continues “and she was able to grant two wishes, but the chase had to be extra difficult, that quid pro quo all magic has… and it doesn’t work if you let yourself be caught” Neera starts to cry harder “Oh my love, I had to be sure, I had to be so certain, I had to try my very hardest. I pushed myself until I didn't know if I would make it” she sobs “I was so scared… but I knew you would catch me. I knew. And after a chase like that… I should be able to manage one single wish.” She leans down, resting her forehead on yours. “Don’t fuck it up,” she whispers, voice breaking “don’t wish to live… wish away your iron allergy” “…but…” It doesn’t make sense. The iron allergy doesn’t matter at this point “… die any… anyway.” “Sshhh. No you won’t. Because then, once you’ve made your wish, my sweet, my dearest… you’re going to drain me of blood” What? No. “… you… you die” Neera laughs through her tears “Me? Oh no my love, not me..” she brushes one thumb across your cheek and bares her fangs in a lewd and loving grin “Don’t you know? I’ve always wondered how the rest of you tastes…” Yes. YES. You close your eyes, and make your wish. Her blood is the sweetest most pure thing you’ve ever drunk. Life, stronger than any life you’ve lived before, floods your whole being. After, her fangs buried in the artery on the inside of your thigh, you feel an ecstasy your vampiric heart never knew it needed. Later, the two of you explore your new vampire selves together; never having drunk real blood, the experience is as new for you as it is to Neera. As the sun rises you dig a hole in the sand and cover yourselves in it, wrapped around each other to sleep. It just feels right. Laying in the cool dark underground, Neera snuggles against you. “SO," she asks mischievously, “what do you think of a deep-ocean marriage ceremony?” You laugh, “Wherever you want, my love; you already know… I’ll follow you anywhere” ________________________________________________________________

more fiction and other WIPS on my website Moulin Noir

[tenutovillage]

actually u know what i wanna sum up all my thoughts sorry i know i said i was done but i dont know how to shut up

there will be spoilers and talks of leaks bc whatever at this point

this will only cover the content “issue” and not the multiplayer/multi user/alt players comments bc i havent done enough with it to really talk about it

very long LONG post in coming

those who haven’t been following the directs might not know that THERE’S GOING TO BE A LOT OF FUTURE UPDATES! 

Holidays (and other certain features as been shown in datamines) are being held back for (so far) free updates...now I personally believe this will follow in Splatoon’s footsteps (since both games have come out since new leaf) and unless we get something on the level of octo expansion or swsh’s dlc there probably wont be anything paid? but who knows nintendo is as ppl say “the masters of the left field”

Bunny Day’s update JUST released (i thought it was the day 1 patch but whoops that was online features) which gives us sEVERAL days for a holiday

Earth Day was confirmed to be next (with Leif, does this mean he’ll only be a holiday character now? WHO KNOWS i mean....leakers will know eventually probably)

Leaks time

**And to segway into leaks....Brewster is coming with the cafe and an art gallery, which from what I heard are the museum updates (probably where those stairs go to) Idk anything about if Redd was found in the files but ppl who have seen the leaks more than me lemme know otherwise maybe Redd will be back later doing something else DONNO

And that’s JUST what we probably know so FAR

Now you can talk about what things should have been in the base game and what should have been held off until updates 

But I think as most ppl have said this was all to discourage time traveling and to promote playing the game at a slower pace and having reason to check in on the game over time 

And yet...........so many people time traveled anyway!! (spoiler mentions if u care about that)

people are already at perfect towns to see k.k. slider people have already completely terraformed their islands, they have the biggest houses, and yet.........NOT EVERYTHING IS EVEN IN THE GAME....now you just have to continue to wait for future updates when you’ve already seen everything in the base game

i dont care about time traveling, i did it a TON in new leaf and im trying not to in NH but who knows....but at the same time....you’re just gonna be sitting and waiting now (which i mean animal crossing is supposed to be played at ur leisure anyway so shrugs)

and NH isnt like NL or any other AC game for that matter....it’s slowly updating (and maybe even slower haha hi pandemic ;; ) 

im sure theres plenty of other non related issues (like i mentioned above but i haven’t even made a second character yet) but i think it’s too early for the WHOLE picture on the game i mean its just about a week old now 

and like i said...if you compare to splatoon (WHICH SURE ITS A TOTALLY DIFFERENT GAME GENRE) look at the content it started with and look what it ended with

you dont have to like the game you dont have to like it over the older games and you dont have to like how they’re doing things but this is just what i think

the animal crossing we have right now....a week into the game after several months in delay will be even grander a year into it (or so i hope! haha....dont want this to poorly age)

even new leaf got the amiibo update which changed SO MUCH

and they didnt delay this game for nothing

[shyeehaw]

What the Living Don’t Know

Request :  Can you write an imagine or whatever for john reuniting with the gang again once his dead? like everyone that died, arthur, hosea, lenny, sean, etc. minus micah.

Warning : naturally, major spoilers to those who are not done with the game.

Word Count : 1,276 words (sorry, it’s impossible to write this emotional mess short.)

P.S.: I opted on leaving Bill and Javier out of this one as I’m not sure how would work after John had recently killed them and didn’t wanted to ruin the fluffy mood with “you killed me, puto!” (although I personally think given time he might forgive, John).

“Keep riding, and don’t look back.”, said John repeating the same words that left Arthur’s lips years ago. “Don’t be worrying about me, you hear?”. His son’s face was too painful to look at, guilt taking over him for not being able to avoid forcing Jack to become a man.

“You stay out of trouble, John.”, said his wife, worry distorting her voice.

“Ain’t no trouble, Abigail.” he said, leaning for what he knew it was their last kiss. “Ain’t no trouble.”

Those were their final moments together and John was aware of it. With her “I love you” still stuck in his head, John watched as his family fled, like many times they did together. It was time to let them go. His own brave feet taking him to meet his faith, in John’s mind there wasn’t no fear for his death. Only concern about Jack and Abigail.

Pushing the barn door slightly, John’s eyes met those who would take his life. He took a deep breath, settling for what was about to happen. Leaving the false safety of the barn, his tired hands made their way to his holster, the familiar movement coming effortlessly. John took as many as he could with him, not going down without fighting. He lived the outlaw life and would leave it as such.

As the shower of bullets met his flesh, John felt an indescribable pain going through his system. Until it stopped hurting. With a cough, he fell to his knees, adrenaline being the only thing keeping him from death.

His breath was shallow, sounding more like an animal than a man. Never knowing the look of contempt in the face of the agents, Marston kept his gaze in front of him, refusing that their faces would be the last image he seen. Instead, he looked at the soil of his farm, knowing that this life was his life best part. He left a part of him in this world. John lost his consciousness, just like he did when falling asleep. At last… nothing.

There was no pain, and that was the first thing he noticed. With his eyes still closed, he could her a hearty laughter from a far. The breeze was warm and it rustled the grass around John. And then, he felt a light kick in his ribs. “Ya dead?”. That voice... Sean Macguire!

By opening his eyes, John saw Sean smiling from ear to ear, his unharmed face getting closer as he squatted beside him. “John Marston! ya bastard! I knew you wasn't’ that bad!”.

“Why the hell is you kicking me?” he just woke up and was already annoyed, “Is this heaven?”, John looked around.

“Nah, not really. At least I don’t think heaven would allow beer, ya know?”, laughed Sean, “And I’m kicking ya to see if you open yer eyes, I don’t know what you’ve been up to down there, maybe ya wouldn’t.”

“Hold on, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Old Micah Bell showed up here, Hosea wanted to kick his arse back to hell, but funny thing is, he never opened his eyes…” Sean said, shrugging, “Oh boy, let me tell ya, we never partied as hard as when we saw that oily turd decomposing, even Molly was still here but she left to look for her fam-”

“Is Hosea here?” John asked, getting up.

“Yeah! But I’m not sure where he is, this place is big!” Sean said, “Give me a hug wont ya? I’ve missed you, Scarface.”

John couldn’t be bothered by the stupid nickname, he was annoyed but also glad to see the boy in one piece. As he awkwardly embraced Sean, John heard the one who died that morning.

“Fuck, John!” Uncle said, “I… I can’t believe they got you too.”

John squeezed the old man’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry Uncle, for not being able to stop them before you…”

“It’s not your fault son, I’m old anyway, at least here my back don’t hurt and…”

“No lumbago, I reckon?”

Uncle laughed and nodded, “That was fake John, I’m not sure if you knew, but I’m not about to get kicked from here because of ma lies.”

The old man was a lost cause. Following an almost bouncy Sean, John looked around the sunny glade. The much missed camp raising in front of him. It was so many years ago, but everything was just like he remembered. When he heard Hosea’s voice, it was like only now he could measure how much he missed the man.

“John? My dear, is that you?” Hosea hugged him tight, unbelievably moved to have his son back, but now looking disapproving, his brows furrowed “I expected you to join us later, my boy.”

Placing his hands on John’s back, Hosea guided him towards the others.

“Is that John?” Lenny asked, getting up to his feet and walking towards him, “Ms. Grimshaw! John is here!”

Lenny looked as young as ever, what made John recall how much of a boy he was when he got killed. The smile on his face hid how sorry he was that Lenny didn’t get to experience much on his life.

“John Marston, don’t you think you are looking a bit too young to be here?”, said Ms. Grimshaw, her serious expression turning soft as she hugged him. She seemed not a day older. Their faces lighting up to the sight of their old friend.

As he walked around camp, a wet nose poked his leg. It was Cain’s. The dog his son loved dearly.

“So that’s where you went! You’re a good boy, Cain”, he said while petting the cheerful dog.

John had rarely felt this emotional, he couldn’t avoid the thought that it was an unexpected blessing and he might not be deserving of it. The lives he took, the things he’s done were not fitting to heaven, but he was happy nonetheless.

“I believe that hat is mine.”, an familiar voice said. The voice that only appeared in his feverish dreams, the same one that kept him going all these years. John never forgot the sound of it.

Mounted on his departed horse, Arthur smiled at him. Beside him was Kieran, the afterlife w sure was full of surprises.

“Now you is just going to stare at me or help me with this fish?”, asked Arthur, although his voice gave away how touched he was.

Shaking his head to snap back from the haze he was found in, John walked towards Arthur.

“It’s good to see you mister.”, said Kieran, sheepishly, taking the humongous fish out of Arthur’s horse.

“You too, Kieran. I’m glad you are okay.”, said John, looking the man in his well placed eyes. The haunting memory of Kieran’s face being replaced by this new smiley one.

As he walked carrying their dinner, Arthur and John were left alone.

“I’ll go ahead and say I didn’t wanted to see you so soon, John”, said Arthur.

“Why everyone keeps saying that?”

“But I’ve missed you, brother.”, Arthur stepped forward, bringing his arms around John, he wanted to do this for a long time.

“We are redeemed now, John. We are both free, brother.”

When the puzzling sun of that beautiful place setted, John once again, joined his friends around the fire. It was like going home after travelling for so long. It felt right. Their glasses were as full as their hearts; Songs, laughter, their smiles, all those things John judged lost were there. As one tear trailed down his cheek, John discovered it was possible to cry in that place. It was almost noon and Abigail wasn’t there. They’ve made it.

[angrylizardjacket]

convenient {Roger Taylor}

Anon asked: can you do a roger taylor imagine where you were just one of his flings but you keep coming back to each other and one night you’re at a show and he won’t stop looking at u and finally u confront him about your feelings like bitch i love u and he’s like o shit same but seriously any fluffy roger imagine would be fine cause i love my mans ajdjjskdj

Anon asked: heyyy, i really enjoyed always been close; i thought it was a beautiful mix of sweet and realistic. i was wondering if you would write something similar for roger with lots of like,, jealousy and elements of pining and sweetness and all that good shit. anywayssss, thank you so much for even reading this, love your work!

A/N: 3228 words. I realised I had only done one male!reader fic and I’m so sorry, I’ll try to correct that imbalance!! Um, light smut?? So yeah, male pronouns for reader.

Roger had never been shy about his sexuality in any sense of the word; he’d lived his late teenage years through the sixties, practically drenched in rock and roll and counter culture, sexuality, and more importantly sex, had never really been a huge moral issue with him.

And that’s how it starts with you.

You catch his eye from behind the drums at a gig, at least when Tim's not blocking his way, and you're hovering by the bar, a drink in hand, laughing at something the person beside you said, and even as he looks away, goes back to concentrating on his drumming, he can't get your smile out of his head.

You're not from around here, dragged here by some friends who swear up and down that the band is worth the trip, and you humour them, comfortable at the peripheries with a revolving door of friends keeping you company when they're not dancing. You're not much of a dancer, which is unfortunate because you're friends are right, the band is really quite good, some of their songs really have the crowd moving, but you're too self conscious in the new environment to even awkwardly bop, like you'd been known to do from time to time. The band is attractive enough, the bassist and guitarist looking like every other pair of rock and roll, uni-band, frontmen you'd seen in the last year, and you can't see the drummer for the drumkit on the stage, but you're pretty sure he's blonde.

"Having a good night?" During the break between sets, you're pulled out of your own thoughts by a voice beside you at the bar. Looking over your shoulder, you see a guy leaning against the wooden counter top, smirking, and 'oh no, he's cute' doesn't even begin to cover it. What's really killing you is probably his choice of open, button-down shirt in the middle of winter, but the doe-eyes and soft-looking blonde hair are also strong contenders.

"Yeah, it's great!" You respond easily, trying to keep your cool, "actually I'm pretty glad I was dragged out, these guys are good." And at that, his smile actually brightens.

"Well fuck, you're nice too, I think I'm obligated to buy you a drink." And he's already ordering you a pint as the bartender places his own in front of him; she doesn't make him pay for either.

"I- sure." You may not be known for dancing, but you're also not known to refuse free drinks from attractive strangers. "What do you mean 'too'?" You ask, and he turns back to you, taking a sip of his drink. There's a moment where he looks you over very pointedly, and you feel your heart beat a little faster as you avert your gaze for a moment.

"You, looking like that, complimenting my band?" After a beat, the bartender puts the drink down between the two of you and the realisation of what he's said sinks in, "you certainly know your way into a man's..." and he takes a very long, very pointed sip of his drink, refusing to break eye contact with you, "heart."

"Your band?" Is all you can think to ask, flustered by his forwardness.

"Roger. I'm the drummer." And it takes you a moment to realise that it's not an affirmation, it's his name, and only because he's holding his hand out to you.

"Y/N." You respond, taking his hand to shake it, before accepting the drink in front of you.

"You sticking around for the rest of the show?" He asked, shooting for casual, and you have to laugh a little at that; somehow his complete lack of subtlety was endearing.

"I think I might; maybe I can buy you a drink after the next set?" You ask, and Roger can't keep the pleased little smile from his face.

"I drink for free during the show," he says bluntly, and your heart sinks a little at the gesture being refused, but he holds out his cup, as if for a cheers, "how about after?"

Despite his earlier confidence, he's gentle, careful even, and it's about the time he's going down on you that you realise he probably doesn't have a lot of experience with guys; he's obviously got some experience, it not even that he's doing a bad job - he's really not - he just fumbles here and there, seems a little uncertain at times.

"Good, you're doing- doing really good." You're a little breathless, and it comes out as a half-moan, hand fisted in his hair.

"Thanks." He replies automatically, a little awkward, made a lot awkward with your dick in his mouth, and you actually have to let go of him to muffle your laughter. He's pulling back too, unable to help the laughter that escapes him, a little embarrassed and grinning brightly.

"Come here," you coax him to you, smiling as you press his lip to yours, moaning against his mouth as his hand takes over where his mouth had left you hard and wanting more despite both your amusements at the situation.

You've got no delusions regarding the night; it's fun, Roger's fun, and the next morning you catch a bus back to your home while he's still mostly asleep. Mostly. When you shift off the bed, pulling on your underwear, he reaches out, fingers grazing down your back, warm, a contrast to the cool morning air.

"Get home safe, okay?" He yawns, and turns over, away from you. You don't take it personally.

You don't think about him much after that, actually no, that was a total lie, you don't admit you think about him a lot after that, the blonde boy who made you laugh despite only knowing each other for less than a few hours, the drummer with energy to spare and a moan like music. Your friends tease you about the whole situation, nothing too mean, usually just about how you hadn't wanted to come out, then it turns out you didn't want to come home, but they're also the first to suggest going to see the band play when they come to your local pub.

It's been almost a month since you've seen him, and you're not exactly nervous, just unsure of what to expect. And you're late, spent too long fretting over what to wear, walking in at the end of the first set.

"Fancy seeing you here." He grins at you like you're old friends and something tightens in your chest at the realisation that he does in fact recognise you.

"I should be the one saying that, this is my local pub after all." You say, thanking the bartender as she passes over your drink.

"Local, huh?" He muses, and you tip your glass towards him in a silent confirmation before taking a sip. He orders his drink with a look on his face like he's saving that information for later. He doesn't stick around for the whole break, heads over to a crowd where you can see someone telling an animated story, and you tell yourself you aren't disappointed.

It turns out the band's gotten rid of the old bass player, and the man telling the story was the new singer. He's a much better front man, would be incredibly captivating to watch if you could ever take your eyes off of Roger.

"You have a crush, don't you." Your friend's voice in your ear breaks your trance, and you jump. She laughs, but it's not unkind.

"Yeah, I slept with him once and now I'm madly in love." You snorted, voice full of sarcasm, and you looked at her through narrow eyes.

"You gonna hook up again?" She asked, and you made a noncommittal noise, hoping she couldn't sense how much you wanted to. "Tonight?" Okay, yeah, she could definitely tell. You make another, more grumbly noise of affirmation in the back of her throat. "Is this the second time you've ever met up with him?"

"I don't think the first time counts as meeting up, we met at the bar for the first time." You tried to reason, words spilling from you before you can register that you're digging yourself into a deeper hole. She just looks smug. Looking back at Roger, you see he's watching your little argument with an amused smirk, and he gives you a wink when he finally has your attention. You both look away, and your friend just gives you a shit eating grin.

He's more sure of himself this time, lets himself relax more, and there's that strangely endearing quality about him again, where he's got you laughing and moaning in the same breath, and he grins like he knows exactly what he does to you. You're definitely not complaining. In fact, part of you hopes he never stops looking at you like that.

He's a late sleeper, it turns out, because when you get up to shower the next morning, you come back to him still there, bundled up and hogging your duvet now that he's the only one in the bed, expression surprisingly peaceful. Going about your morning routine, you fix yourself breakfast and drop in front of the television, uncertain as to whether or not you should wake him. Usually hook ups just left, sometimes if they were awake you'd make them breakfast too, but Roger was just... still asleep. You didn't want to disturb him.

Once you're finished breakfast, you head back into the bedroom to make up your mind about what to do with him, but he's awake, looking at the ceiling, blinking as if to clear the sleep from his eyes.

"Sorry, I'll get going in a minute." He assured, and you shrugged awkwardly.

"I can, I don't know- do you want breakfast?" You asked, and he turned, frowning a little.

"You don't have to do that." He assured, already moving out from beneath the covers, searching around for his clothes.

"Just thought I'd offer; shower's there if you wanna use it." You added, and he gave a nod of confirmation, a murmur of thanks. He heads past you into the bathroom, and after he closes the door, you hear the water turn on.

You're laying on the sofa reading when he emerges, hair still a bit wet, and you say a quick prayer that you don't blurt out whatever comes to mind, because Christ, he looks so clean and soft and his hair is curling a little at the ends where it's drying and you've never wanted to make a mess of something as badly as you do now.

"Thanks, I'll see you around." He grins at you, already heading for the door. You, shooting for casual and not wanting to give away exactly how much you wanted him, didn't even get up.

"'course you will." You tell him, and his grin gets a little bit more sincere as he looks over his shoulder at you.

You see him again soon, but not how you wanted to, and definitely not how you expected to. It's the middle of a pub crawl, almost eleven, and you're already feelings the booze hit a little too hard. There's a side door to the pub that you're grateful to find when the smell of smoke and alcohol is getting too overwhelming, but the moment the door closes behind you and the noise of the pub dims, you realise the alley you'd stepped into is occupied.

After a beat of getting your sluggish mind around the situation, you look over at where the sound is coming from, before it abruptly stops, and you find yourself making direct eye contact with a very startled Roger, blushing, before a pretty brunette stands abruptly from where she'd been hidden out of eyesight behind a trashcan, her cheeks now bright red.

"Hi." Is what your mind thinks is the best thing to say in this situation, but you don't give either of them time to answer, before you're turning, almost falling and wrenching the door open. "I gotta go, don't let me stop you." The words spill from your mouth as your heading back into the bar, looking for a drink, your head suddenly feeling far too clear.

It doesn't hurt, it shouldn't hurt.

The next time you hook up, you're not sure how to feel at first, you're both a little drunk, and he's got his hand on your cock in the back of his van between sets. It's messy and quick, and when you finish, he fishes a box of tissues from the glove compartment.

"Hey, I'm sorry about- about last time." He works diligently to help you clean yourself up, not looking you in the eyes. "Like last time we saw each other, you know?" It was almost a full five weeks ago, and you can see a fading hickey just beneath the collar of his shirt.

"Don't worry about it." You assure him, still a little breathless, head leaning back against the inside of the van. "Hey, hey I can-" And you make to reach for the fly of his pants sitting up once you're cleaned up, and he moves back, fond smile on his face.

"I've still got another set to go." He smiled gently at you, something about the sight makes your heart melt just a little, despite the situation. "But I'm free after that."

You're still seeing a few people here and there, people who aren't him, but it doesn't feel right. It's weird, you've only been with him twice, well three times now, but it feels like the most natural thing in the world. And then it keeps happening. Often. Often enough that you become a regular face around his shared apartment, and yeah sure, sometimes Brian can't make eye contact with you over breakfast, but that's technically Roger's fault.

It's not every weekend, you still have a life to attend to, sleep to sometimes have amid your busy schedule, but maybe once a fortnight you find yourself heading out to one of Smile's gigs (and maybe Roger starts telling you their upcoming gigs, hoping to see you there).

It started out as sex, sure, but the moment you hear Roger call out 'there's my guy' when he spots you sitting at the end of the bar, a little hunched over, when you'd come in late, you realise you might be too far gone for him. It's Summer now, and he's wearing a part of red shorts that show off far too much of his legs, and a tight t-shirt, and your brain stalls for a minute at the sight.

"You can't call me that." You hide your flustered, embarrassed, fond smile in your drink, and he claps you on the shoulder.

"Why not? At this point you're like our number one fan; you're our guy." And he's beaming, high from the adrenaline of performing, bright and excited for the night.

That's not what you said, your mind wants you to tell him, but you can't bring yourself to say it. Because you're his guy, and you're fun and convenient and at their gigs, and in his bed even though he's got scratch marks that you didn't leave, and underwear in the corner of his room that doesn't belong to either of you, and this isn't a crush anymore it's bigger than that but he's still got other options he's trying to follow, and you've got a good thing going here so you can't ruin it.

"You okay?" He's standing so close now, you hadn't even realised, so lost in your own thoughts. He's got his thumb lifting your chin where you're hunching further over the bar, not looking at him. He's become careless recently, casually affectionate even while at gigs, and you relish the attention, forgetting how lonely you'll feel the next day without those casual touches.

He's smiling at you like you're the only thing that matters to him, and you just want to kiss him.

But you think it'll hurt if you try.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You assure him, and he's called away by Brian so he can't dwell on it. You leave during the next set. You're pretty sure he doesn't even know he's leading you on.

It feels like some kind of masochistic torture, dragging yourself to see the shows for a few more weeks, always leaving before the gig ends, always leaving alone. You're still bright when you're talking to him, playing pretend like everything's fine, and he seems none the wiser apart from where you don't go home together anymore, but the moment you head towards the door, you see girls and guys swoop in on him, like vultures, and you know you've made the right decision.

The fourth time you go to leave, you don't even try and say goodbye; it's a lull between songs and he sees you putting on your jacket-

"Hey, Y/N, could you hold up I'd like to talk to you after this set, thanks." He says directly into his microphone, and he expects you to wait, which you do, and he ignores Freddie's snide remark about the interruption.

"What's gotten into you, is everything okay? Are we okay?" The two of you step outside of the pub, into the breezy Summer night.

"Dude, there is no 'we'." You cross your arms over your chest, avoiding his gaze, heart already sinking. But then you hear the words spilling from his mouth;

"Of course there's a 'we', there's been one ever since you first offered to make me breakfast and let me use your shower and didn't just kick me out, okay?" He cried, voice strained with a sudden vulnerability you hadn't heard before. You were silent for a long moment, mouth agape, eyes wide. "But I don't know how to do that, so fucking around was good enough for me. I don't know how to do sappy, real shit." There's silence for a very long moment, and he looks suddenly very nervous.

"I think I'm in love with you." Is what you hear yourself saying, and relief breaks over his face.

"Thank fucking god; I think I'm love with you too." And he can barely finish the sentence before you're kissing him again, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close. It's almost desperate the way he holds you, like he's been holding back and now he can finally hold you as tight as he wants, and God if you aren't feeling the same way.

"I'm glad to see you two kiss and make up," Brian's voice comes from the door and you and Roger break apart, but don't let go of each other, "trust me, Y/N, he's been insufferable, I almost miss hearing you two go at it at three in the morning-"

"Perv." You roll your eyes at him, though Roger just smirks.

"But we've still got a gig to finish." And with that he heads back inside. After a beat, you and Roger turn back to each other, amused and a little hesitant.

"I should head back inside, I hear my boyfriend's in the audience, I wouldn't want to disappoint him." And when Roger says that, your heart soars. He's smirking, but you can't help your bright, sappy grin.

"Yeah, my boyfriend's in the band, I wouldn't want to miss it."