#misc: fanfic

[hephaestn]

“You need an outlet, Steve. You need to get dirty, to get your hands onto something. I haven’t seen a smile on your face since Dustin’s graduation,” Robin explains as she puts a chip into her mouth.

Steve raises his eyebrows in disbelief, “And you really think throwing around a block of clay will help?”

He scoffs as he gets up from the couch, already on his way to clean up the mess they’ve made on his coffee table. It’s Steve’s thirtieth birthday and he’s spent it in the loneliness of his apartment, with Robin—which is fine, it’s okay, he likes it this way.

“Yes, it will, dingus. You have to trust me on this one,” Robin says with her mouth full. “Mother knows best.”

Steve, with his back to Robin, shakes his head as he sets the dirty dishes into the sink.

There’s no way in hell he has the concentration required for a skill like pottery, he’ll be thrown out of the class before the first hour is over. He has never been artsy, he’s never been interested in anything creative, ever. Steve knows he won’t be interested in this either.

There is nothing that would make him be into freaking pottery of all things.

But.

He’s cocky—with blond, curly hair. Ocean eyes. Tall too. Always showing his goddamn arms with those sleeveless, tight white tees. The muscles in his arms perpetually moving in a slow dance as his hands work on the wet clay.

It’s a hypnotizing sight and Steve, well, he’s really into it.

“Shauna, hold up, hold up!” Billy quickly gets up from his station and walks up to the old lady at the front of the class.

Steve can feel the clay beneath his hands start to wobble, he hasn’t been paying attention to what he was doing if he was honest. How could he, anyway? When Billy has his hands on top of Shauna’s, guiding them. His clay-covered thumbs pierce the soft material until Shauna has a cup-looking shape in front of her.

“There we go! It’s quite easy when you get the hang of it, isn’t it?” Billy smiles brightly at the gray-haired woman.

Steve can hear a faint thumping sound somewhere but his every bit of attention is on Billy. The curls that got away from his loosely tied up bun, the way he squints as he smiles.

“Steve!”

How his tanned skin shines under the warm ceiling lights. His hands, strong but soft enough he never breaks any piece he’s working on.

“Steve!”

As he turns to the sound of Robin’s voice, who’s sat on the station next to him, he notices the blob of clay wobbling and battering around on his wheel—completely out shape.

“Oh, God!” Steve exclaims as his hands move in a clumsy attempt to grab the uncontrollable clay.

“The pedal, Steve!” Robin hisses.

“Okay!” Billy claps his hands as he says the word.

Steve’s eyes move quickly to him. And. Oh, God. No. This is the very first time they’ve made eye contact—Steve thinks.

“I see we’re having some issues there at the back!” Billy has an amused smile on his face. That smile Steve has seen a couple of times by now. Teethy. Bright. Cute.

Billy’s walking up to him and Steve can feel a cold sweat running down the back of his neck.

“Dingus, the freaking pedal!”

He can hear the distant sound of Robin’s voice but the whole class has stopped, they’re all looking at him and the clay simply won’t fucking stop.

Steve focuses for a second on the moving wheel below him and when he looks back up again, there’s Billy, standing tall and intimidating in front of him.

The blond kneels beside Steve’s station and puts a soft hand on Steve’s calf.

“How about we lift this up, hm?” Billy looks up to him with bright blue eyes—that Steve might’ve or might’ve not compared to ‘dreamy aquamarines’ in a drunk conversation with Robin.

Steve nods nervously as he lifts his foot off the pedal. The wheel slows down until it stops completely and the rebel chunk of clay rests calmly in front of him.

“Come on, we’ll start over. I’ll guide your hands as I did with Shauna,” Billy says with a kind smile on his face.

God. This is Steve’s death sentence.

[misc-obeyme]

You sometimes wonder if the demons end up in your room at night because somehow they know that you no longer prefer to wake up alone.

Ever since you started living at the House of Lamentation, you have gotten used to finding one or more of them there with you. A friendly face, a gentle touch, the warm body of someone who cared for you, someone you cared for in return.

They all arrive in their own unique ways.

Mammon, who always crashes through your door so easily during the day, sneaks in quietly at night. Most of the time he doesn't wake you. But if he does, he gets flustered and starts to leave until you ask him to stay.

"Of course ya want the Great Mammon to stay with ya," he says. Even in the darkness, you know he's blushing as he says it.

If you whine with nightmares, he'll kiss your head, pull you closer, and whisper that it'll be all right. And instantly the nightmares dissipate.

You never have nightmares when Belphie is around, either. He shows up in your dreams himself, fighting off the terrors with an energy you never see in him when he's awake.

He'll snuggle up to you any time and any place, but most often he finds you at night. He's impossible to disturb, even if you kick him in your sleep. You sometimes wake to find him in strange positions.

Asmo always rearranges him if they both end up with you on the same night.

"You won't get quality sleep like this," he says. "And you need quality sleep if you want to have quality skin!"

When he's alone, Asmo will come in only to stare at you fondly for a while. You know he never intends to stay. It's just a little peek at his favorite sleeping human. But then he finds he can't tear himself away. You'll wake up with his lips pressed against your cheek, as he always wants to kiss you in his sleep.

You sometimes have dreams about eating something, but in the morning you find it's because Beel was there having a midnight snack before falling asleep beside you. He likes to hold you close, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest. You wake up in the middle of the night sometimes because it feels like being held by a furnace.

Although these are the brothers you wake up to most often, you'll find the others come around sometimes, too.

Satan will crawl into bed with you directly, without hesitation, but you know he's embarrassed about the need to be next to you. He'll hold you tightly, like he's afraid to let go. If you ask him what's wrong, he'll tell you, but it's always muffled because he's pressing his face into your neck.

"I'm irritated and I can't calm down enough to sleep," he says. "You always… "

You brush your fingers through his hair soothingly. "I know," you say. Because you do. You know that your presence relaxes him in a way nothing else does.

The ever elusive Levi only stops in when you're alone. He won't join any of his brothers and half the time, he's still awake in his room, binging anime or gaming into the wee hours. You pretend to be asleep if you know he's lingering outside your door because then he'll finally come inside.

He'll stand there and look at you, like he's just dropping in for a moment. He tells himself he'll always leave before you wake up, but that never happens. You deliberately shift yourself to be inviting, creating a space for him beside you. If he's here, he likely needs to rest, to shut off his mind for a little while, to indulge in his desire to be close to you when no one else is around. He blushes the whole time, but he does crawl beneath your covers and rest his head on your chest.

And then there's Lucifer.

The other brothers are constantly going in and out of your room. They have gaming competitions there and movie marathons. Sometimes they gather to do homework with you. Sometimes it's only one or two of them. And you always find one sleeping beside you.

Lucifer rarely takes part in these activities. He's always holed up in his office, working. He waits for you to come to him.

But every once in a while, you'll wake to find him kneeling beside your bed, his hand in your hair or resting on your cheek. Like he came in to check on you and couldn't resist a soft caress. His presence inevitably wakes you. And if you reach out, if you grab his hand, if you hold onto him, he'll give in and stay.

His most vulnerable moments are when he lies down in your bed beside you and lets himself run his fingers along your skin. He'll kiss your forehead and your eyelids, a tender gesture that speaks volumes.

And every morning, no matter who is with you when you wake, you find yourself next to someone who loves you. It becomes your favorite way to start the day. And somehow, every demon living in the House of Lamentation is aware of this. They make sure you're never sleeping alone.

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key: angst ✵ | fluff ✿ | smut ♡  series: ongoing ✎ | hiatus ☽ | completed ✓

⇝— updated: Nov 2nd, 2024 ⇝— fic archive 2016-2019 .｡.✰ ⇝— work in progress & writing schedule .｡.✰

𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✩·.¸

About Time (Time Leap!au, Soulmate!au) | Jungkook x reader x Jimin (feat. ot7) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Summary | Be careful of what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true.     ↪ Chapter masterlist

The Bedroom Hymns (a Bluebeard tale's twist; fairytale retelling au, fairy prince!yoongi, princess!reader, soulmate!au) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Summary | Haunted by the questions about your father’s past and the dark tales that seem to follow him, the thousand mysterious doors and the secrets waiting for you to reveal, and the mysterious Prince that has been following your shadows between realms, you are off to a new adventure in the Land Far Far Away.    ↪ Chapter masterlist

Blood Moon Rising (Supernatural!au, Vampire!au, Werewolves!au) | Jimin x reader (feat. ot7) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Summary | What happens when the only people you have put your trust in only repay you with betrayal?     ↪ The Shifters Series masterpost

Carousel (Arranged Marriage!au, CEO!au, Heirs!au) | Min Yoongi x reader (feat. ot7) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ ➛ Summary | He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family's future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out.     ↪ Chapter masterlist

In Motion (Masturbation Club!au) | Jungkook x reader | ✿ ♡ ✓ ➛ Summary | The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch.     ↪ Chapter masterlist

𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✩·.¸ 

Flux (Min Yoongi x reader x Jeon Jungkook) | Polyamorous!au | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Premise | A collection of short stories about the journey of finding and learning about love, life, and trust.     ↪ Chapters masterlist

Red Series (Min Yoongi) | Secrets of Pleasure | ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Premise | A collection of short stories between Yoongi and his lover (reader insert) which will tell a tale of their sexual adventures together.    ↪ Chapters masterlist

𝐨𝐭𝟕 & 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 ☽.·✩·.¸

Slow Dancing (M) - Jungkook x reader; Namjoon x reader | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ mini-series; soulmate!au, second chances!au ⇢ When fate has some tricks hidden in its sleeve      ↪ Chapter List 

28 Days (M) - Taehyung x reader; Jungkook x reader | ✵ ✿ ♡ ☽ mini-series; slice of life!au; unrequited love!au; first love!au ⇢ When you let yourself get entangled in your own little lies    ↪ chapters: (under construction)

Ravished By Two (M) - Seokjin x reader x Namjoon | ✿ ♡ one-shot; werewolves!au; polyamorous!au | 5k words ⇢ Mated to your Alphas mean that you have to submit to their every need

Threads (M) - Yoongi x reader; Namjoon x reader | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; slice of life!au; one-sided love!au; arranged relationship!au; 7k words ⇢ When life throws you a curve ball, leaving you with dark secrets to bury

The Agile Fox (M) - Yoongi x original character x Jungkook | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; supernatural!au, werewolf!jungkook, werefox!yoongi, werefox!oc | 52k words; part of Shifter Series ⇢ Sometimes the Fates can play tricks on you

Bed & Boyfriend(s) (M) - Taehyung x reader x Yoongi x Jungkook | ✿ ♡ one-shot; pwp; Polyamorous!au; 16k words ⇢ A long weekend filled with wanton pleasure with the help of his best friends

Sweet Temptations (M) - Taehyung x reader x Jungkook | ♡ one-shot; brothel!au; male escort!au; 20k words ⇢ Welcome to House Of Lust, where your escorts will be there to provide you with every need

Ever a Never After - Jungkook x female reader; Seokjin x female reader | ✿ ♡ adaptation from Enchanted movie; strangers to lovers!au; fairy tale retelling!au, Smut ⇢ Stuck between two different realms, two different lives, and a chance to write your own happily ever after, would you take it?

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧 ☽.·✩·.¸

Cinnamon Bliss (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ mini-series; single father!Jin, cafe owner!reader, unrequited love!au ⇢ When you share the journey of finding the path to healing and re-finding love again     ↪ Chapter List 

Of Bears And Bonds (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ trilogy/mini-series; supernatural!au, werebear!Jin, witch!reader | part of Shifter Series ⇢ When you find your past, present, and future are all linked together with your fated ↪ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 (end) ↪ bonus: the journey begins

Blurred Lines (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ trilogy/mini-series; teacher!Jin, teacher!reader, biker!Jin ⇢ People do say that the quiet ones always keep the biggest secret ↪ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 (end)

Mistakes and Retakes (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; christmas rom-com; enemy to lovers!au; Part of the Stranded for Christmas Collab; 18,5k words ⇢ When your archenemy becomes your saviour

𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 ☽.·✩·.¸

Clair De Lune (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; pianist!yoongi, escort!reader; 23k words ⇢ You were ready to leave a part of your life to move on to the next, and he is willing to give you a chance to end it glamorously

Pour Some Sugar On Me (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; enemies to lovers!au; baker!au; baker!yoongi; baker!reader; 14k words ⇢ When he shows you how baking and taste testing can be delightfully messy

Little Do You Know (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; artist/music producer!yoongi; established relationship!au; 22k words ⇢ With love, comes challenge. But what do you have to do to hold on? 

Bad Things (M) | ✵ ♡ one-shot; brothel!au; street fighter!yoongi; sex worker/escort!reader; past lovers!au; 14k words ⇢ He always comes to you when he needs you to douse his flame, not knowing that he is keeping yours alight with his touch

Come Undone (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship!au, BDSM; 14k words ⇢ When your little surprise to please him backfires and he turns the tide against you instead

Two Steps Behind (or Ahead?) (M) | ✵ ♡ one-shot; friends with benefit!au, modern royal!au, modern fantasy!au; The Bedroom Hymns: alternate version; 2k words⇢ He refuse to give up showing you what being soulmates really mean

𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 ☽.·✩·.¸

✎ 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 01. Intertwine (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; slice of life!au; past lovers!au, office!au; infidelity; 12k words 02. Tidal Waves (M)| ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; slice of life!au; past lovers!au, office!au; infidelity

✎ 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 01. Spotless Minds (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; past lovers!au; new beginning; inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minds; 36k words 02. Eternal Sunshine (M) | ✷ ✿ ♡ one-shot; past lovers!au; new beginning; epilogue for Spotless Minds; 39k words 03. Sunset Glow (coming soon)

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 ☽.·✩·.¸

The Stand-In (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot & drabble series; friends to lovers!au, post divorce/failed marriage!au; expecting parents!au; 13k words ⇢ He is ready to help with your situation in more ways than one      ↪ Fic Index

Once Upon An Us (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; past lovers!au, exes to lovers!au, christmas rom-com; 47k words ⇢ When the fairy tale ending that you had been searching for had always been there the entire time

Lust Royale (M) | ✵ ♡ one-shot; royal guard!namjoon, princess!reader, unrequited love!au; 8k words ⇢ When you cannot resist falling into his temptation

The (im)Perfect Ending (M) | ✵ ♡ one-shot; past relationship!au, infidelity; 43k words ⇢ When you are given a second chance to rewrite your own happy ending ↪ bonus: Our Imperfections

Blooming Wallflowers (M) | ✵ ♡ one-shot; strangers to lovers!au, firefighter!namjoon, older female leader, MILF!au; 20k words ⇢ When the one who spends his entire life taming fire ends up becoming the one to light up the fire in you ↪ bonus: Dinner with Mista Joonie (M)

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 ☽.·✩·.¸

Strip! (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ trilogy/mini-series; stripper!jimin, bartender!reader; single parent!au; spin-off for Bad For You⇢ Sometimes a little bit of fun brings colours to your hard life, but what if he is here to stay?      ↪ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 (End)

All Fervent Manner (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; established Relationship!au; 19k words ⇢ When you share the same secret, and neither of you could let the other know what you need the most

✎ 𝗙𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 01. Never Falling (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; enemies to lovers!au; singer!jimin; non-idol!au; assistant!reader; 21k words 02. Forever Falling (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship!au; singer!Jimin; non-idol!au; 30k words 03. Free Falling (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship!au; singer!Jimin; non-idol!au; 22k words

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 ☽.·✩·.¸

White Lies (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ mini-series; childhood friends to lovers!au, first love!au, painter!taehyung ⇢ When his secrets came in your way to bare threats in the future you were building together     ↪ Chapter List

The Half-Lycan (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot & drabble series; supernatural!au; werewolf!taehyung, human!reader; 42k words; part of Shifter Series ⇢ The long journey of how the fated mates finally found each other     ↪ drabbles: Fever // Rapture

The Forsaken (M) | ✵ ♡ one-shot; supernatural!au; siren!taehyung; mystery; horror; 22k words ⇢ When his seducing voice lures you into falling in his embrace

The Dark Room (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; sex club!au; gentlemen club!au; 19k words; Side Story for In Motion ⇢ Welcome to Club La Rouge, where your sexual fantasies come to life

A Christmas Fix (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ two-shot; Secret Baby!au, Second Chance!au, Strangers to Lovers!au; 55k words; Part of the Jingle All the Way collaboration ⇢ The one-night stand that changed the course of your fate, along with your stepsister's ↪ chapters: 01 | 02 (final)

Risque Business (M) | ♡ one-shot; Boss!reader; Employee!Taehyung; Situationship!au; older female reader; 7k words ⇢ You knew he was trouble, and you still fell into his charms

The Forsaken II: Tears of the Sea (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; supernatural!au; siren!taehyung; smut; mystery; horror; 6k words ⇢ He comes to you at night, serenading his lonely tune filled with hope

𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 ☽.·✩·.¸

Bad For You (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; stripper!jungkook; bachelorette!au; infidelity; 11k words ⇢ His whole presence emits sin and danger     ↪ Fic Index ↪ drabbles: ⇢ #1 // #2

Undressed (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; stripper!jungkook; bachelorette!au, infidelity; 20k words; Epilogue for Bad For You ⇢ He was the epitome of sin, yet he pulled you in that you just had to come back for more

Pay By Play (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; cam boy!au; Voyeurism; part of the Made With Love Project; 3k words ⇢ It is your first try to do something like this and he is making it all worth it

We Are All Dreamers [M] | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; enemies to lovers!au; soulmate!au; 16k words ⇢ When he tries to rebel against the soulmate system

Boyfriend Jungkook drabble #01 | ✿mini drabble; boyfriend!Jungkook ⇢ When he wants a taste of your ice cream

Slow & Steady [M] | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; painter!jungkook; 7k words ⇢ Can you resist temptation?

Show Me Something [M] | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; road trip!au, friends to enemies to lovers!au; first love!au; 51k words ⇢ When the extra passenger opens the pathway to your broken past

A Touch Of Fate (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ one-shot; enemies to lovers!au; soulmate!au; 9k words; Epilogue for We Are All Dreamers ⇢ When he shows you just how good you are together

Under The Blankets (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship!au, pwp smut, tattooed!Jungkook x tattooed!reader; 6k words ⇢ When neither of you can resist temptation

Mirrors: what becomes of us (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; friends with benefits to lovers!au, pwp smut; 8,5k words ⇢ Is it worth it to fall for someone who has never revealed the true content of his heart?

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐮 ☽.·✩·.¸

Chance Encounter (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎ series; college!au; teacher’s aid!au ⇢ What a simple DM mishap could lead to happen     ↪ Chapter List

Maps (M) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ mini-series; friends to lovers!au ⇢ Naps, Christian Yu, your bed – would you ask for anything more?     ↪ Chapters:  01 | 02 | 03 (final)

Take Care Of You (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; pwp smut; established relationship; 2k words ⇢ Helping your boyfriend to relax after long nights of working

Unravel (M) | ✿ ♡ drabble; pwp smut; established relationship⇢ He loves how easy it is to have you unravelling under his touch

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐛��𝐧 ☽.·✩·.¸

Sweet Spot (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship; 6k words ⇢ When his jealousy makes him more daring than he is used to

Press Play (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship; 3k words ⇢ When he has an odd request for you to fulfil

What You Wanted (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; established relationship; 10k words ⇢ When he makes sure that your first time would be an amazing experience to share

Overdrive (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; musician/artist!B.I, manager!reader, smut; 13k words ⇢ When your carnal favours lead to something else

𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 ☽.·✩·.¸

✎ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 (𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐤)  ● Howlin’ (M) | ✵ ♡ one-shot; werewolf!au; fated mates!au; 6k words ⇢ When your responsibility to the Pack life comes between your Fated

✎ 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜 ● Simon Says (M) | ✿ ♡ one-shot; pwp smut; established relationship; 4k words ⇢ Simon wants to play

✎ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐥 ● A Night With You | ✿ ♡ (implied) mini drabble; boyfriend!Chanyeol ⇢ A glimpse of the nights you spend with him

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[fell-e]

This might've been REALLY obvious (either that or I'm just being delusional)

But do you think Cater Diamond was twisted from the King of Hearts???

LIKE-

AND THE HAIRSTYLES KINDA MATCH RIGHT????

tell me I'm not going crazy please

[acid-ixx]

Ohhhhhhhmisggashoosghhh

I love everything about "before the bell rings"

Such masterpiece such peakness oh my goodkdasssdffrddf. Couldnt stop thinking abt it couldnt stop rereading it its ltrly currently 3:11 am rn i wasnt aware of the time all i know was that i was obsessively drawing this man with your story in my mind my god i couldnt stop giggling and blushing n i had to take few breaks n paces in my room to cool off

HOPE U ARENT TOO WEIRDED OUT

— related post ! (tw: a bit nsfw, non-con kissing)

OHMYGOD. OHMYGOD!!! user luffyadolover you are the gift that keeps on giving because WHAT THE HELL??? more than five sketches of this feral, horny man and HE'S SO HANDSOME ILYSM FOR THIS!!! i'm actually so down bad i had to stare at the last image for a few minutes because YOU DREW THE ENTIRE SCENE SO WELL.

i love the first image, you drew him so well, the slick-back hair and everything!?!? with him looking all so proud of himself when he chooses something for his spouse that they actually really like, as if he didn't just planned to ignore you or to simply hastily choose whichever looks the fanciest; that was the plan until his brain haywires just witnessing the absolute joy on your face every time he picks something right; imprinting the memory of your smile in his brain to the point he sees it every time he blinks— so now it's become his daily mission after falling for you to traverse each and every shopping site and malls in his batcave to ensure you only get the highest quality of gifts. mind you, he is a very dedicated man, bruce wayne doesn't give up so easily.

AND THE SECOND AND THIRD IMAGES TOO !!! with his mask on, you couldn't really tell just how obsessed he is, due to the blunt face he always has to wear, but the comparison of him without; with the stare that speaks of a million promises all dedicated to honoring and cherishing his beloved spouse. he doesn't need wedding vows when his eyes (always almost unexpressive, unable to fully show the full range of his emotions; vulnerable in the midst of worshipping his sleeping, little deity) already presents what your future life would like with him.

it doesn't matter if you're drooling, or butt-fuck naked. if i say he's remembering every small, incoherent detail about how you sleep, what position you sleep in, even the position you bury your head in the pillow, let that devotion cement in the very crevices of his mind and in every corner of his heart. it wouldn't matter anyways that you're sleeping alone, hugging a pillow (that should've been him) now, because soon, you'd be quickly migrated in his bed, in his arms, and you won't be getting out. he'd be too invested in the smell of your hair, the feel of the pudge in your stomach, and the seams of your clothing rubbing against his thighs to even allow you to let go.

AND GOD, THE SKETCH WHERE HE'S JUST LICKING THE SPIT AND ALL?!? my brain is malfunctioning, i'm going insane. this is my favorite fanart of yours so far, i'm so grateful for your existence because you've graced me 😭 i'm absolutely not going to deny the future accusations of me writing for debauched and absolutely feral and/or horny bruce wayne!!! trust me when i'm telling you that he's not only memorizing exterior parts of you, but bruce promises (it's actually just him justifying his actions) himself that he has to remember what the inside of your mouth feels like to fully and properly kiss you before your wedding date arrives, just to establish how much of an absolutely perfect husband he will be for you.

to make up for all his past mistakes of absolutely ignoring you, to ensure you that it's not you who's the problem— it's him and he has to fix it all. he has to guarantee that you won't even dare look at another man; even if it means watching you every night disguised as the bat, then coming home to the manor (your shared home, soon) by the time the sun breaks out of its sleepy stupor, just to dream about what it'd feel like pinning you willingly and taking you all for himself after your honeymoon— how could a man like him stop dreaming about his beloved spouse? how could he control his hands to stop lingering beneath his utility belt just to touch and pleasure his body the same way he wishes to worship yours?

the answer is: you don't. or rather, you couldn't.

so if you ever feel your lips becoming more and more sore every other night, and notice the trinkets from your desk and even undergarments from your closet now missing... well, you'll soon know who the culprit is...

a/n: no, i do not tolerate this behavior irl. once again, pls be aware guys that this is a yandere blog (and i've been writing content like this for years) and i'm bound to write more extreme concepts compared to this. the only element that never disappears from this is that i'm writing under the sub-"category" of soft yandere. that doesn't mean it doesn't stray away from the eventual dub-con/non-con.

once again, thank u so much for the dedication to send me so many good fanarts @luffyadolover 😭🥹, although i may not always reply quickly, i appreciate you and all the other fanartists who spend their time drawing inspired by my content. it's truly an honor, and in all my years of writing, you guys are one of the reason why i still continue to write <333

[chuuyrr]

LOWKEY — NAKAHARA CHUUYA

⊹ CW(s): f! reader, pining, falling in love, drunk confessions, kissing, pet names, reader is a pre-med college student

⊹ SYNOPSIS: in which he takes his chance and keeps you as his secret

inspired by: lowkey and urs by niki !

chuuya lifts an eyebrow when he notices you sniffling from the corner of his eye as he sips the burgundy red liquid from his wine glass.

it was late at night, he had just gotten off work and wanted to have a drink or two from a neighboring local bar, but he wasn't alone.

there was also you, another customer sitting near the end of the bar stools by the counter.

he sighs to himself as he takes a sip from his glass and musters the confidence to turn to you and speak to you, as he is really worried as to why a young woman like you was crying in the bar late at night.

chuuya was a port mafia executive, a criminal from an underground organization, but in truth he was far from heartless.

"hey, miss, you okay?" he asks, tapping the wooden surface of the counter near to get your attention.

you gaze up at him, your eyes tearful and somewhat puffy red as you sniffle, and the sight of you made chuuya's throat dry for some reason.

he wasn't expecting someone as breathtaking as you. apart from your tears, the alcohol in the high ball whiskey you were drinking was also contributing to the blood pouring into your cheeks.

"m'fine," you sniffle softly, wiping at your tears which makes chuuya sighs.

"is someone giving you a bad time, doll?" he asks, concernedly blinking at you and scanning the room for any suspicious people, but there were only the two of you in the bar.

you shake your head, giggling a little at this redhead's genuine care for you. it was quite sweet of him to be honest. as you glance up at him again, you take a long breath to calm yourself and wipe away any leftover tears.

"i was just crying over.. exams." you blurt out, little embarrassed because he appeared to be an influential man involved in something bigger, like a corporation of sorts, given his fancy and expensive coat, bolo tie, and suit that were of black and gray colors.

"exams?" chuuya repeats your answer, blinking as he looks down at you, making you feel even more embarrassed because he appears to be judging you in some way for it.

"mhm," you mutter gently with a nod, rubbing your arm as you stare down at your lap, feeling glum about it, "i failed one of my exams, and it was a major subject of mine, too."

"that's it?" chuuya sighs quietly, which causes you to become quiet, but instead of something more judgmental, you perk up when you hear a chuckle rumble from his throat and escape his lips.

your cheeks get heated, as if from the whiskey you were drinking or your tears weren't making them flushed enough, and you narrow your eyes at him, "h-hey, it's not funny!" you cry out.

chuuya snickers as he shakes his head, and you wonder if it's the wine making you hazy and all, or if it's something about him—the way he sounded as he laughed and smiled.

he also appears to be genuine, despite his arrogant looking-exterior, and you could tell there was some sort of mysterious allure behind him, as if he was a part of something bigger that you couldn't quite pin down.

"sorry, doll," he sighs, still grinning at you, "you just had me worried there for a second there, you know? you cry like you're on the big screen."

"it was a major exam," you sigh, turning away from him as you finish the last of your whiskey, "and it might not mean anything to someone like you given your status and appearance, but it is a big deal to me."

"i'm failing quizzes, and now an exam, so yeah, it's all a big deal to someone like me because how else am i gonna be a doctor someday with low grades, you know?" you continue, feeling your eyes become glassy with tears again as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"hey, now. hey, i didn't mean it like that, sweetheart," chuuya says softly as he realizes he has offended you in some manner, "i just thought you got hurt or something, and you're the one here in the bar drinking apart from me."

"well, thanks for your concern," you say softly, sniffling and fidgeting with the empty glass that was previously full with whiskey to escape his stare, "i just needed a pick me up.."

chuuya feels an unpleasant pause following the end of the conversation. he watches in silence and nibbles the inside of his cheek as you you call the bartender's attention to order another glass of whiskey.

he could still see the melancholic glint in your pretty eyes. it makes him feel bad for laughing about your circumstance. it's a big deal for you, and it was quite strange for chuuya as well.

chuuya was a port mafia executive, and considering his line of work, he shouldn't be distracted, let alone this soft, but he can't stop himself. he's growing soft for someone like you.

"her drink is on me," chuuya says, drawing the bartender's attention just as you were ready to pull out some cash from your wallet, "and i'll order some chocolate-drizzled hazelnut brittle for her."

your eyes widen as the bartender nods to chuuya and serves your beverage beside the chocolate brittle that actually complements the new glass of whiskey he's got you as well.

"why?" you murmur, blinking at him, confused.

"you said you needed a pick-me-up, didn't you? and besides, you seemed like the type to get something sweet with your whiskey." chuuya shrugs as he downs his wine, turning his face away with his gloved hand covering half of his face, just so you wouldn't see the growing blush on his cheeks.

he says in a hushed tone, "just think of it as me making it up to you for earlier, okay?"

with his kindness, you find yourself actually smiling, having forgotten about the exam and how you were crying about it.

maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

it doesn't take long for him to know you were a regular at this bar, and how you frequently come here and drink when you're stressed out as he learns from the bartender.

chuuya isn't even aware of it, yet he's gradually becoming comfortable and used to you, and it was all because of how he just happened to see you crying that evening when you were drinking your sadness away with some whiskey.

it was a pleasant change of pace for once because he wasn't talking about work that included killing or any underground organization businesses like smuggling.

instead, chuuya was conversing with a college student who is more concerned about failing the exams or receiving a low mark from her professor than with being mugged or shot.

instead of being entranced by gunpower and blood, it was the the familiar aroma of your high ball whiskey and his red wine, and the vanilla scent of your perfume clinging on cardigan every time, and he takes solace in that in secret.

and chuuya listens to everything you say, even if he considers the medical jargons and chemistry-related things you talk about puzzling and nonsense as he didn't really quite gets them at all.

but, in fact, these nights became his favorites—something chuuya grew to look forward to like an addiction, and he misses it whenever he can't come to the bar because you're so busy with college.

he was clearly beginning to feel things for you, because why would a port mafia executive like himself have time for an mere college student that was constantly stressed-out, but he resents it in some way.

he despises how sincere and nice you were because it caused him to lose his guard. his stomach was doing flips all the time around you, which was driving him mad.

at the end of the day, or rather evening, it makes him hopeless to think about you and everything, and it's unfortunate.

you and him come from different worlds in the sense that he revels in the darkness and violence as mori's executive, and the fact that he kills makes him a bad person, and you?

you were so good—too good to be true for him, living in the light, going out with your friends and peers, and studying your love-hate pre-med course. you even aspire to be a doctor someday to help others, which contrasted with him having to kill and do such things as a member of an underground organization.

eventually, from his plethora of thoughts and wild emotions, it all comes down to him beginning to wonder what would it be like to be loved by someone like you.

would he wake up to you rushing to get ready in the morning? would he be able to accompany you while you studied and memorized terms? to comfort you and listen to you recite mnemonics he'll never understand?

would he be the one to give you a bouquet as you hold up your college degree someday?

it was all simple domestic notions invading his head now instead of work, but he had never wanted it so badly before, and it was suddenly as important to him as your college course was to you.

it really makes him sad.

still, he was a port mafia executive.

what would your family think? your college friends think? what would you think if you learned the truth about chuuya, from what he does to the kind of person he really was?

would you run away from him if you knew?

it was another of his late evenings with you, and you were drinking whiskey again—a drink to which chuuya had grown accustomed to.

tonight, you were drinking a little too much tjan usual, but to be fair, you had just passed another round of examinations this month, and you were drinking both in joy and in dread.

while you were relieved to have it over with, you are still concerned about the outcome.

your cheeks were red from all the alcohol you had consumed, but you've also been starring at chuuya for quite some time now, blinking in a haze, not realizing you had been staring since half past two.

your gaze travels from his plush cheeks and lips to his ocean eyes. how come you're only recognizing how handsome he was in person after spending so much time with him? was it the alcohol affecting you?

hmm, or maybe it was something else? you do feel your chest warmer and fuzzier than usual.

in any case, you continue to drink your whiskey while giggling to yourself and shaking your head.

chuuya lifts a brow, finding your little giggle as you drink rather endearing, "what's so funny, doll?"

"hmm, someone's getting tipsy," he murmurs softly afterwards, extending his hand out subconsciously to cup your face. chuuya bites his lower lip, watching you lean against his palm as his thumb tenderly carresses your cheek.

"and someone's pretty right now," you giggle again, looking up at him with flushed cheeks.

"huh?" chuuya hums in confusion, though he was finding the words you were uttering quite silly.

"you're.. really pretty, you know?" you murmur softly as you place down the now empty glass on the bar table, smiling softly at him.

"don't you mean yourself, sweetheart?" chuuya chuckles and shakes his head as he finds himself booping your nose, making you smile and giggle even more. yeah, you were becoming tipsy, and he thinks it's adorable.

your [color] eyes gradually narrow as you push your body forward towards him. chuuya's eyes widen for a minute as he notices you leaning against his chest, resting your head against the crook of his shoulder from your seat.

"[name]? y-you okay, doll?" chuuya sputters out, blinking as one of his hands gently moves to your back to rub it comfortingly for you while the other remains on your cheek.

"and you smell so nice too.." you murmur softly, continuing to speak and closing your eyes, not really answering his question at this point.

chuuya takes a deep breath, burying his face in your hair, before wrapping his arms around you and pulls you to his chest, as you softly mumble more stuff at him. as his gloved fingers begin to comb through your hair, his chest rumbles a chuckle.

you two continue to sit on your cushioned seats at the bar like this, and right now, it was just you and him, together with the fragrance of whiskey and wine, and the mellow ambiance being provided by the soft and quiet jazz music playing from the bar's radio.

he eventually rises up from his seat and decides to pull you out of the bar not long after, seeing that you need some fresh air and to be taken home right away.

chuuya was a gentleman, and he wouldn't want you arriving home too drunk, let alone late in the evening.

he wraps his arm around you as he gently pulls you outside, but it sinks into his skin again. the dreadful truth.

even if chuuya really wanted to, he can't be with you like this.. at least that's what he thinks.

you open your eyes, lifting your head when you feel chuuya pull his arms away from you all of a sudden.

"chuuya?" you mutter softly, tilting your head.

"sorry, sweetheart," chuuya sighs shakily, attempting a chuckle, but his smile this time held sorrow as he glances at you and curses under his breath, closing his eyes, "it's just... fuck, i don't wanna ruin this night for you."

"huh, w-what are you talking about?" you ask, blinking in confusion and sobering up as you realize just how serious chuuya was right now.

"baby, an angel like you can't fly down hell with me," chuuya says, looking deep into your eyes before leaning in, his lips to your ear as he whispers, "i'm from the port mafia, and an executive at that too."

as he speaks, his eyes are filled with sadness and perhaps shame. it was apparent that chuuya was not as proud of his work or his life as you were. in fact, how could he compare to someone as good as you in the first place?

it was quite pathetic of him. really.

who would have guessed that someone as arrogant and influential as him would be confessing like this outside a local bar in the middle of the night?

if his friends and colleagues were to see him like this, they would probably laugh, and most importantly think he was an entirely different person.

he finds himself holding his breath, already bracing himself for your reaction with a part of him anticipating you to freak out or get angry.

chuuya watches your eyes widen as he confesses, his heart pounding in his chest. he then lowers his eyes, his head bowed in shame, but he manages a shaky response, "but really, it's okay, baby. you don't even have to love me."

chuuya, however, is surprised to just feel your head rest against his chest again instead of a furious reaction.

"doll?" chuuya asks in surprise, blinking at you.

"i don't have to love you, yes," you whisper softly, your hands reaching for his sleeves, reluctant to let him go, "but i do."

"w-what?" chuuya was in disbelief, and now his eyes were wide—the tables turned.

"i don't mind if you're a port mafia executive," you remark, looking up at him, your hands clenched so tightly around the fabric of his coat that it was bunching in your grip, "i don't wanna ever leave this, these nights we have.. chuuya.."

"fuck, c'mere," chuuya curses under his breath in a hushed tone, and before you two even knew it, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you to the back of the bar with him, being impossibly closer to you than before.

you feel your back press against the brick wall of the place where you and you him had just left. for a brief time, his forehead brushes against yours, and you find yourself leaning in and melting into the warm skin contact.

chuuya cups your face in his hands and talks quietly, his breath and the whiff of wine hitting your face, "guess you're flying down to hell with me then, hmm?"

"then, to hell with it," you say back in hushed tone, looking into his eyes, "i'm already yours."

chuuya then slams his lips to yours.

"m-mmh," you quietly moan into the kiss. it feels so warm, and you can taste the wine on his tongue mingling with the whiskey on yours, as well as the hint of tenderness in the kiss.

the alcohol intoxicated your mind, but in a nice way that all you could think about in the heat of the moment was his lips against yours and his arms holding you so closely to him, as if you were going to run away from him.

"hush now, love," his words came out in whispered yet sweet mumbles, punctuated by every press of his lips on yours as he continued to kiss, and oh, you tasted so heavenly.

chuuya could taste the whiskey on your tongue, combined with the minty flavor of cherry gloss on your lips, and smell your ever familiar yet soothing vanilla perfume lingering on your skin and sweater, and he adores it.

it was something he could become hooked to—something he looked forward to every time.

in between kisses, you see a smile pulling on your lips, and you giggle, and he laughs as well.

you glance up at him, swaying slightly from the glasses of whiskey you've just had, and it makes him chuckle even more since he honestly feels the same way, and his hands grip you even more securely and closely as a result and to steady himself too.

"guess we're a little too fucked up to stay still from the drinks, huh?" chuuya chuckles as you rest your head against his chest, nestling it beneath his chin, his arms still encircling you.

"you know, my apartment is just nearby, and it's vacant," you say softly.

"noted, love," chuuya hums, knowing exactly where he'll be tonight, and honestly, he doesn't mind. his penthouse was just as empty and lonely even, and the thought of being with you tonight in yours was all he needed.

you giggle again, unable to stop smiling at all as you close your eyes and bury your face in the fabric of his clothes, finding comfort in the aroma of wine and cigarettes from him, as well as his cologne.

"wonder what i'll do when the cops come through and the whiskey's run out?" you murmur softly, a random thought arising from the alcohol in your system, but you continued to smile, "or worse.. when my parents find out?"

"well, that's too bad, because i'm already yours, doll," chuuya says into your hair, his nose tracing your forehead and cheek before leaning in for another kiss on your lips, closing the distance between the two of you again.

he then brushes a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and presses his forehead against yours once more, "but that's easy to answer, doll."

"then how?"

"we keep it lowkey."

"lowkey?"

"no one's gotta know, just us and the moon til' the sun starts wakin'"

you like this night. everything was just right and you couldn't care less about anything.

⊹ A.N.: i know what you're thinking, and yes, niki writes a fic that isn't inspired by a taylor swift song for once—i had picked up on niki again while i was listening to lowkey and urs, i couldn't help but imagine chuuya !! ⊹.(⁎˃﹏˂⁎)˚. <3

⊹ P.S.: reader may or may not have been inspired by me, your stressed out biochem college girlie (except i haven't drank in months so FAHEHDJSK pls don't drink if ur underage smh)

[violettathepiratequeen]

Only Murders in the Building said in their second episode that the key to a successful crime drama is to make the audience care about the victim.

And by golly they've successfully done that for five damn seasons.

Yes I said five.

[svt-nari]

seventeen reaction to ‘love wins all’ mv !

words: 2k-ish

a/n: not proofread!

nari laughed as she sat in front of the camera, the practice room lighting highlighting her features. the voices behind the camera wouldn’t stop teasing her, doing even more when s.coups joined her. you could hear their hollering from far, the twelve man causing a ruckus inside the big room – that felt far too small from their presence.

“our beautiful couple!~”, teased seungkwan with a following whistle from jeonghan, the others laughing and keeping the mess going.

“let’s just get it over with!”, nari whined. “sit down!”

just like baby ducklings they immediately followed up with her order and sat down behind the couple, politely smiling and waving at the camera.

“hi! we are seventeen!”, they introduced themselves.

“and today these doofus-“, she got many boo’s in response, giggling at it. “are going to react to my new music video… featuring coupsie!”, she smiled at him.

the action caused an even bigger reaction from the other men, the couple rolling their eyes as cheol shushed them to finally start their task at hand.

the production crew got the laptop and table all set in front of the group, nari admiring their moment as they seemed unbothered by the cameras and just kept their normal daily lives. the staff told them to start and nari prepared herself mentally for all the teasing she would get for the rest of her life after this.

“so, let’s play!”, nari pressed the button and the video started.

the clip starts off with the couple running from a flying cube, they were in a forest and desperate to get away from it.

“wait,” dino started, making nari pause the video. “what does that cube means?”

nari smirked and unpaused the video, “you’ll have to watch the whole thing to figure it out!~”

“aigoo!” seungkwan pouted, “you are both bruises up.”

the video continued with the square going over a building, nari tapping cheol’s chest and motioning with her head towards somewhere.

“why did they put a caption there?”, jun wondered. “you can’t talk because of the cube?”

“well,” cheol started, looking over at nari who shook her head and smirked at him. “can’t tell you, you’ll figure it out later. promise.”

as the video kept going, the couple soon entered a building. at that moment, the first melodies of the song started to play.

“wait!”, dokyeom screamed. “why is hyung’s eye blue? are you blind!?”

the couple just snickered and cheol nodded, “yes, i am blind of that eye. later it will make more sense.”

everyone just nodded and turned their attentions back to the video, being even more interested now to find out the reasons behind what they saw in those first seconds.

“why is there a pile of clothes there?”, wonwoo asked silently.

nari shrugged and gave him a quick look, mouthing ‘you’ll see later’ to him.

in the video, the couple was seen quickly hiding as the cube appeared up im the sky through the glass ceiling. they looked shaken up by it.

“this is all so confusing…”, dino scratched his head, nari cooing and ruffling his hair slightly.

as soon as nari’s voice played through the devide with the first lyrics of the song, all chaos broke out, making her have to pause the video once again.

“woah, miss nari~”, jeonghan teased her, mocking her. “dearest darling!~ who was it for, huh?”

the woman just shook her head and hid her face in her hands, everyone still teasing her just from the first lyrics of the song.

“everyone’s quiet and ready?”, she asked them after a few minutes, receiving positive responses from everyone. she unpaused the video.

in the mv cheol was seen picking up an old camera, quickly bringing it over to his good eye and pointing it towards nari. as soon as he saw her through the lens, everything seemed brighter and better than their actual world.

“wait!”, joshua started, the video pausing again. “why did the camera change his view of you?”

nari sighed and smiled, “well, that camera is basically the world before it was ruined and behind the camera is their present. the lenses are basically the filter of love, as it shows the beautiful things in the world beyond the appearance of someone or somethings.”

“woah, you just memorized it all?”, mingyu looked at her.

“no,” she laughed. “i was the one who suggested it, so you could understand that the physical appearance doesn’t mean anything.”

the hummed and nari clicked play once again. as she put the camera to her eye and turned to see him through it, cheol wasn’t blind anymore.

“so for you the fact that he is blind means nothing because you focus rather on his inner beauty?”, minghao asked quietly.

“yes, hao,” she answered. “because it doesn’t matter to me.”

“this is so heartbreaking and adorable at the same time…”, seungkwan sniffed. “you touching his face while looking through the camera because it makes it all look all right rather than reality…”

cheol quickly latched his hand on nari’s, giving it a squeeze. the woman smiled at the action and unpaused the video with her free hand.

the video resumed and the couple appeared sitting together in a table, with cheol using the camcorder to see nari eat in the ‘alternate reality’ while she only could pretended to eat in real life. after pretending, she started to use sign language to communicate with cheol, which made the video be paused again due to collective gasps being heard from behind the couple.

“you are deaf?”, vernon mumbled. “that’s why you didn’t speak and they used the captions?”

“yeah,” nari replied. “not only that but i’m also mute in that universe.”

“oh my god…”, seungkwan breathed out. “this is making me emotional.”

the boys agreed with him, turning their attention back to the laptop. nari quickly clicked play again.

the video showed her with the camera now, using it to see cheol pretending to eat. as she got up to clean his mouth, they suddenly were in the world inside the camera. the couple used that to eat and have fun, the little moment making them forget about the harsh reality behind the camera. while they had fun, the people behind them wouldn’t stop bugging and judging them, but they didn’t care about that — only about one another.

in the next scene they were in a clothing store, soon after appearing in wedding fits. nari with a beautiful dress while cheol had a tuxedo on, smiles on their faces as they were in a photo booth. still in the love filter world.

“you two looked so happy in that reality,” hoshi sighed.

“and the lyrics are so deep, it fits more with the video than i thought…” woozi said softly.

nari only smiled at that, watching the video while imagining their actual wedding – specially now that cheol was dismissed from enlisting due to his injury.

as the photos in the mv came out, instead of being ‘okay’ like in the love filter, they were bruised up like in the real world. cheol with his blind eye and nari still mute and deaf, but looking happy because they still had each other.

the pillow fight scenes and them on the stage singing made everyone smile, thinking how much this resembled the two in real life. as the couple got closer to sing in the mic, everyone ‘ooh’ed teasingly, the couple turning red from this.

in the middle of their fun on stage, the cube suddenly appeared in the restaurant’s door. the love filter disappearing as they ran away from the cube.

seungkwan sniffed. “why did it have to appear now!”

“why is this cube so annoying?”, jeonghan whined.

as the video showed through the cracked wall, everyone gasped at the sight of the many floating cubes and the destroyed city, together with the lyrics ‘destroy me slowly and chilly, ruiner’.

nari paused the video. “i don’t know if you guys got the message yet, but did you understand why we were running from the cube?”

most of them shook their heads to the girl, eager to know about the video’s villain.

“i won’t tell you just yet!”, they all whined. “but in the end i’ll talk about it.” and with that she unpaused the video.

the video came back with the couple in front of the clothes pile and the cube in front of them, nari had a bar in her hands which was quickly taken from her by cheol; who tried to destroy it but couldn’t. he ended up falling down and nari followed suit, holding him close to her as he held her hand in his chest. the couple knew there wasn’t any escape left for them, just accepting their fate and watching their last moments together.

“pause this! i need a moment!”, seungkwan mumbled. “i know this is not real, but seeing you two like this maked me so scared, noona.”

the woman got up slightly to hug him, comforting the boy with her words and actions.

“did you two just accept your fate then?” jun asked her while holding onto his chair.

she nodded, getting away from seungkwan to sit down again. “yeah, we are just accepting it now.”

with this they decided to watch the rest of the video without pausing anymore, just so nari could finally explain it to them.

as the cube turned red, nari looked down to cheol and covered his good eye with her hand so he wouldn’t watch it happening. the boys could all feel their eyes turn a bit glassy from this, some even shedding a tear or two. as the cube got closer they just held each other tighter, nari watching it all unfold in front of her face. before anything could happen the camera focused on the camcorder on the ground, which captured the couple’s last moments together — their feet slowly floating away from the ground as the cube slowly killed them. the camcorder turned black and slowly their clothes fell on top of the many other clothes on the pile.

“this was so sad…”, mingyu pouted.

“just remembering it makes me sad.” chan frowned.

“sorry for this then,” nari sheepishly replied. “i wanted something deep to represent the lyrics. i wrote them a long time ago, around 2021. it holds a lot of meaning to me and i wanted to release it when i was sure i was gonna have my happy ending.”

everyone nodded at her words, some of the boys pouting as they though back on the lyrics. they all knew she wrote it for cheol during their early start in the relationship as he had been by her side since the beginning. it all made so much sense to anyone who knew just a bit of their story, specially to those who understood what she meant by the ‘happy ending’ as they were going to get married.

“but what about the cube?” hoshi asked her.

“the cube is the discrimination going after everyone,” she sighed. “remember that i was deaf and mute while cheol was blind? well, the cube wanted us because we ‘didn’t fit’ and we just didn’t care about that part. we love each other and that’s enough to make us just ignore that.”

“that’s so deep…”, vernon sighed.

after he said that there was a silence, no one saying anything, just nodding. it was broken by nari’s giggles, which turned into a fit of laughter from everyone.

“caratdeul!~”, nari cooed to the camera. “thank you for watching! “

“yeah! hope you liked our acting this time!”, cheol smiled.“we were…”

“seventeen!”, everyone chorused. “bye bye!”

all rights reserved © svt-nari, 2024

[les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques]

An Unorthodox Fic Recommendation

Hey, everyone.

So I’d been wanting to write this post for a while, but I’d had a hard time finding the words to articulate my exact feelings for a good long while now. But in the spirit of the holidays, goodwill towards all, and so on and so forth, I’ve somehow managed to catch my breath.

I dipped pretty suddenly from fandom earlier this year for multiple reasons, most of which fell under the umbrella of a very real and very unfortunate truth: I was sick. Stupid sick. And fandom, while obviously not the only thing contributing to this by a long mile, was not conducive to me getting better.

My drinking, you see, had gotten bad in a way that is honestly humbling to think about now; it was at levels that were both physically and mentally dangerous and unsustainable. Moreover, it was beginning to affect the people I love most in this world. And, unfortunately, pounding back a glass, a bottle, two bottles of wine, hey maybe I can run to the gas station for a few mini bottles of whiskey to end the night went hand-in-hand with writing and my fandom experience in general.

I won’t go into the details of my actual rock bottom, besides that it hit in March of this year and that I’m grateful it was relatively minor compared to many of the stories I’ve heard in my recovery journey. But suffice to say, I checked into rehab and everything had to go on the back burner from that point on. I’m lucky that I had the unwavering love and support of my husband, my family, my work, and my friends (including a bunch of people I’ve met through this fandom specifically--put a pin in that) to start down that path, because all the same, it has often been a very lonely, very dark, and very isolating place to be. But so is addiction.

So here I am, hours and hours of group counseling, enough EMDR therapy to relive every childhood trauma in the book, countless tweakings of my meds, endless bottles of Coke Zero later, and I’m almost ten months sober.

And I find myself asking now what?

One of the biggest challenges in early sobriety, you learn quickly, is redefining fun for yourself in a world without your substance of choice, without the very thing that feeds your ego and silences your self-criticisms, without what feels like the only thing propelling you from one bleak day to the next. And for a long time, I worried that fandom had stopped being fun. That the joy of writing had been permanently ruined by the associations I’d made with drinking and negative related experiences.

But, back to my fandom friends. I worried so much they would lose interest in me as a person--that I’d become too boring or depressing or unfun in this next leg of life to want to stick around. I’ve found the opposite to be true--from the countless yapping sessions up and down 8th Avenue and booze-free hangouts, to the endless DMs of advice and memes, to the long heart-to-hearts over pots of tea, to… watching whatever the fuck is going on in the David Staller version and having a good long laugh. I didn’t expect this coming into 2024--I don’t know what I expected, honestly, besides maybe the hospital and divorce papers and more loneliness--and leaving this year behind me knowing I’ve got that means the world to me.

So all this is to say, one of the other things that helped me pull through this challenging period of life has been, surprisingly enough, fan fiction.

Particularly Battered Dove by BattyDings.

Modern AUs are always really hard to pull off, at least to me, in a way that feels satisfying. (This is why I am a coward and don’t write them lol.) More often than not, there’s a tendency for the story to get caught up in retrofitting the more melodramatic, antiquated elements (I say this with love) into a world where they can’t really exist with a straight face, and often at the cost of the characterizations and plot. The best modern AUs, for me, lean into the framework of what is there thematically: the ideas of loneliness, manipulation, dependency (themselves all negative aspects of addiction) balanced against the possibility of redemption, love, and making amends.

And in Battered Dove, BattyDings has rather brilliantly transposed these things into the context of substance abuse and addiction. If Phantom is a story about two lonely broken people getting caught up in a shared passion that brings out the best and worst in each other (particularly Erik lol), then Battered Dove sees our dynamic duo thrown together by a mutual past in drugs and hopefully redeemed by the music they make together.

It’s often a hard and unflinching read, and one that in other hands could easily come off as crass or edgelord-y. But in Batty’s hands, Battered Dove is a thoughtful, sensitive, tender unraveling of the Erik and Christine dynamic that keeps me coming back: that is, the only way they can “get well” is by going through something that is arguably more painful and terrifying than the present reality they live in: giving up what they think they love most.

I’ve read this story multiple times over the years and was always tremendously moved by the simple but powerful interpretation laid out in this fic; in pre-contemplation, when I’d be crawling into bed drunk every night and wondering if this was how I was going to die, bits and pieces of it would come to me. Me in bed, on the verge of blacking out, thinking about Phantom of the Opera fan fiction, wondering if I could do better (nah, no, I couldn’t. Not me.) Rereading Battered Dove for the first time after starting rehab and getting well into this journey was all the more astounding.

Phantom of the Opera, for me, is not the story of a monster who brutalizes women and we’re somehow supposed to feel bad or glean some larger, cynical message about the world from it; for me, it is a story of bittersweet hope--a slow, sad hope that the ones we love and that the ones we’ve hurt will feel peace and sunshine, without the guaranteed promise or reward we will feel it for ourselves. But that, in our selfless kindnesses born out of real love and care for others, we can at least begin to see a better version of ourselves staring back at us--no matter how broken, how lonely, how downright used and ugly we feel.

To me, that is recovery. That is what the last ten months have been. There is no guarantee who I will be in a year--what wrongs I will right, what truths I will uncover, or even if I'll have managed to maintained my sobriety (though I feel hopeful). I am promised nothing but the day in front of me and the little, powerful joy I get in doing right by the universe with each passing hour.

And Battered Dove captures that perfectly. Can’t recommend that enough.

Thank you for being a friend and source of light through this hard time, @battydings. Pls accept this humble doodle and biggest thank you for writing such a wonderful, heartfelt story.

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:💀 PERSEPHONE: QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD, GODDESS OF SPRING, THE DEAD, THE UNDERWORLD, GRAIN, AND NATURE 💐 (PART 1)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is PART 1 of the Persephone Demigod Headcanons. Due to the size limit of Tumblr, I had to split the entire work into two. [LINK TO PART 2 HERE] Hi everyone! It took me a bit to figure it out but here's what everyone has been waiting for! Persephone is just 1 out of the 4 works I have planned and written for, and these works will be categorized as the MISCELLANEOUS GODS due to not the fact these gods are minor or anything, but because I did mention this in an ask before and it's easier to think about due to the canon PJO world building. These works will be a bit more loose since I'm taking a shot in the wild so hopefully you guys like it. Thanks for reading!!

*Disclaimer: mentions of unusual births, life and death*

People have been wondering if Persephone would have a demigod of her own, considering Hades has his own children, but also it’s slightly more believable if people know about the story of Adonis. However, there are very limited ways that the goddess would give birth to a demigod, since she’s very loyal and in love with Hades, and vise-versa.  

How you could’ve been born:

You really could’ve been born normally where Persephone’s eyes fell upon a mortal, when it was during Spring or Summer, or when the autumn and winter months have been delayed. 

Honestly, I can see this going for either gender of mortal: If your mortal parent is male, Hades couldn’t have done much because he knows Persephone’s preferences are strict and the last human she fell in love was Adonis, that Aphrodhite herself loved as well, so, Hades worrying about her being (repeatedly) unfaithful is very rare so your mortal male parent is the exception. So don’t expect any or more demigod siblings of Persephone. Not totally out of Hades’ ire, but given how many demigod children he has, he really doesn’t say anything. If your mortal parent is female, I can see it being this unusual birthing process where some sort of guidance is required: maybe Persephone offered a seed that your female mortal parent swallowed and boom, you were born. 

You’re a cabbage patch baby or a rose baby. or you’re born from a Peach. Turnip baby. Any plant based births. Quite literally. Don’t ask how this exactly works, but it involves the blood, sweat, and tears of your mortal parent planting the seed that Persephone gave/helped and raised you together. 

There’s a story where a woman ate a red and white rose to give birth, and I don't think that's not off the books for Persephone to do. Offering the flowers or something for your mortal parent to eat and boom, here you are-

You were either or an orphan, a completely child/baby that was near earth or had died, and you underwent the same process that (Zagreus)  Dionysus underwent with the weird death-rebirth thing; where you were (SOMEHOW) taken in by Persephone physically then reborn as a child of Perseophone when she gave birth to you. Since you technically died, you lost half of your mortal self because of the whole dying thing, but was replaced with Persephone’s godly portion.

That said, you’re not probably a double demigod if you went through the whole rebirth thing: where before you were a demigod child that died before Persephone gave you a new life. If you are however, oh boy, the Fates have something planned for you and it will not be an easy/happy life for you; doomed or tortured by the narrative. Your happy ending will have to be earned and fought with blood and tears. Afterall, the more powerful the demigod, the less easy it is for them.

 Either way, I don’t really see Hades targeting you on the level Hera does to the children of Zeus; though you still might want to refer to Hades (very) politely as Lord Hades or Godly Step Father. Just good manners, you know.

Regardless, everyone at camp is very confused and looking at you in a mixture of wonder, uncertainty, fear, amongst a few. When you get claimed, it’s like Spring has arrived, even when it’s Autumn or Winter. Nature blooms all around you with such vitality no one has seen before, with flowers, grains, and crops sprouting underneath your feet and all around you. Once the claim is over, if it’s Autumn/Winter, the world reverts back and everyone can see the rot that surrounds them except for you as you walk. 

Everyone expects you to be either a “Flower prince[ss]”, a soft person like Spring, or “A Prince[ss] of the Underworld”, terrifying like your mother. However, while you may lean one than the other, you can be both. Afterall, Persephone may be one to bring growth and fertility to the earth, and everything, she is also just as much as Kore that lends to herself being the Goddess of the Underworld and the dead where destruction follows. On the other hand, it’s a pretty cool thought where you’re wearing a crown of flowers and being all soft looking but switch to something darker with the flower petals falling off, to reveal a crown of thorns with the shadows curling around you to almost seem like your face is a skull, and vise-versa. You do you.

When you walk on the earth, you’ll sprout flowers and plants underneath your feet but as soon as you raise your foot to step away, the plants will wither and die, leaving rot behind. Sort of like the God of the Forest walking in Studio Ghibli’s “Princess Mononoke” .

[PART 2 TO PERSEPHONE DEMIGOD HEADCANONS HERE]

[starboundpix]

Oh to ride a motorcycle with Eclipse…

If you were riding on your own, you think the wind would blow you clean off the motorcycle with how fast the two of you are going—certainly nowhere close to the speed limit. But Eclipse’s chest presses against your back, firm and unwavering, and his arms cage you in, one set reaching past you to grasp the handlebars, the other set wrapping around your waist.

Your own hands rest on top of his, fingers fiddling with crimson and navy blue ones. Playing with them is subconscious; you’re held captive by the sunset, shadows lengthening around you under the orange and yellow and soft pink sky.

“You doing alright?” Eclipse asks, loud enough for you to hear through the helmet he had slipped over your head before you started your trip.

Tilting your head back, you look up at him. “I’m doing great!”

He nods, pleased. You’re a vision in the golden sunlight—eyes shining through the raised visor, bits of hair fighting to be free of the helmet, lips upturned in a brilliant grin. He immediately captures the moment, saving the file in a folder dedicated to his favorite things, which lately has been filling up with files of you.

“And you?” you ask.

The question takes him by surprise even though it shouldn’t; you’re one of the few humans that has shown genuine interest in how he feels, which is part of why he had been enchanted by you so quickly.

Eclipse properly threads his fingers with yours, making you laugh as he pulls you tighter against him. “I’m perfect,” he replies, much to your delight.

The two of you continue on your journey with the setting sun illuminating the road ahead, darkening skies following from behind, and an early evening star peering down on a lone motorcycle carrying two passengers who fill the dusk air with warm affection and laughter.

[hephaestn]

in nomine patris — priest billy hargrove/priest steve harrington. 5k. explicit read on ao3 | beta'd by @bigdumbbambieyes | for @harringrovekinktober

He liked the quietness of the late afternoons, the echo of his shoes against the marbled floors, the coolness that embraced him in the empty nave.

Steve was going to miss this place. It was no cathedral, not even a big church, but it was majestic enough—high, arched ceilings and large stained glass windows, imagery and paintings on almost every wall, and his favorite place of them all: the mighty altar.

He couldn’t believe it had been almost four years in this place; getting to know the town, its people, their secrets.

Steve had found faith at a young age. He felt lost in the world back then, without a tangible, real purpose, and God offered him just that. There was a peace in his chest he had never had before he’d become a man of faith—it fulfilled him, made him feel whole, like there had never been anything wrong with him.

As he rounded the altar on his way to his office, he heard a rumble coming from within. Steve frowned—altar boys weren’t coming in until much later.

He noticed most of the candles on the votive stand weren’t burning. Steve had always loved the smell of candle smoke but he didn’t remember putting them out. Perhaps his mind was elsewhere this afternoon, too preoccupied with the move.

Steve was surprised by the towering figure over his wooden desk. This had happened a few times in the past week, but it kept startling him.

Blue eyes looked up at him, eyebrows raised. “Afternoon, Steve. I was wondering, why do you have Mark 7:21 crossed out in your bible?”

Steve felt violated. No stranger should go through somebody else’s Bible, nor be bold enough to ask the owner such things. He huffed in annoyance and locked the door behind him.

“Good afternoon, Father William.”

Steve closed the gap between them and rested his hands on the desk, in front of his companion. He took his Bible away from William’s prying eyes and scanned the selected page.

“I’ve never liked that quote,” Steve affirmed.

A guttural agreement came out of William’s throat, which made Steve lock eyes with him from across the desk.

“Why’s that?” William asked as he straightened his back and crossed his bare forearms in front of his chest.

Steve took a deep breath in, skimming through the crossed words on the worn-out book.

“I do not think evil things come from within all the time. Sometimes an environment or choices taken in life decide for a person,” Steve explained calmly.

“So…” William bit the inside of his cheek. “You’re one of those people that believe psychopaths are created, not born?”

Steve frowned at the blunt words from the young man opposite of him. “No, I’m not saying that. Of course, some people are born with issues, what I meant is…” Steve fixed his eyes on the blonde’s smile, aware this was just pure entertainment for him. “You know what? Never mind.”

William chuckled. “No, please, go on.”

“We’re colleagues, fellow men of faith. We’re supposed to get along. I don’t know why you keep pushing my buttons like this.” Steve, closed Bible in hand, moved to the small bookshelf by the window and picked up his rosary.

“I’m pushing your buttons?”

There was amusement in William’s voice, it was excruciating how much he purposely got on Steve’s nerves. Steve was well aware the young man who was set to replace him found a weird joy in seeing him agitated.

“Have you thought of your first sermon yet? I’d like to read it before I leave, if that’s okay with you.”

William changed his weight from one foot to the other and looked elsewhere, away from Steve’s examining eyes.

“I’m still working on it. I may have it for tomorrow,” William muttered.

Steve was confused, and perhaps somewhat curious, as to why William kept putting off an important task like this one. He always seemed fine, amused and chatty—until Steve would bring up anything Church related.

“Good. Leave it on my desk whenever you’re done with it or email it to the Church’s email address.” Steve gave William a tight-lipped smile before he checked his watch. “Confession hour is about to start, I better get going.”

William offered Steve a small nod, his cheerful demeanor from earlier completely melted away. Steve worried for a second that he might’ve said something out of place but quickly shook the thought off as he exited the office.

*

Mrs. Hammond kept babbling and babbling about the sinfulness and depravity Mrs. Rowe had shown at the local fair. Apparently, Mrs. Rowe had drunk a bit too much and had started to flirt shamelessly with one of the fair guards. Steve tried his best to pay attention but he couldn’t contain a yawn or two.

“It’s simply revolting! Her husband, may he rest in peace, must be shaking in his grave with anger!”

Steve sighed. “Mrs. Hammond, please. We must be gentle to those around us. Mrs. Rowe has been through a lot, perhaps this was nothing more than a mistake, and what do we always say in mass about mistakes?”

He heard Mrs. Hammond mutter something to herself before she cleared her voice. “Mistakes lead us to a better self.”

“That’s right,” Steve said. “Gossiping is a sin, Mrs. Hammond. We need to be kind to those in our community.”

“I’m sorry, Father. I’m sorry for this and all my other sins,” Mrs. Hammond replied in a smaller voice.

“As work for this week, I commend you to seek Mrs. Rowe and offer her a friendly hand to rely on. And three Hail Marys before you leave Church today, Mrs. Hammond.”

“Yes, Father. Thank you, Father.”

Mrs. Hammond followed along with her Act of Contrition before receiving Steve’s absolution.

A couple of silent minutes went by after Mrs. Hammond left the confessionary. Steve looked at his watch; there wasn’t much time for Confession left, which he was thankful for. He liked helping people but it was also a toll on his mind to carry the secrets of an entire town.

There was a rumbling in the cubicle next to his; someone had entered for Confession. He wondered if it was Mr. Lochland, who had been sick the last couple of weeks.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been nine months since my last confession.”

Steve didn’t quite recognize the voice. It was someone younger, definitely not Mr. Lochland with his hoarse, throaty voice. This voice was smooth, velvety, and calm.

“Go on, son.”

“I’ve been suffering from impure thoughts, Father,” the young man whispered.

Steve made a small gesture of understanding to himself. “It is a frequent occurrence at young ages, son.”

The man cleared his voice. “I’m not so young, Father, and these thoughts…these thoughts have been consuming me for a week, they won’t let me sleep at night.”

Steve started to fidget with the rosary in his hands, the young man sounded concerned, far too preoccupied with these thoughts he kept mentioning.

“Why for a week, son? Has something changed in your life? Have you met someone who’s awakened these impure thoughts in you?” Steve wanted to know a way to provide counsel, a way to help somehow.

“I have, Father.”

Steve thought he knew that voice from somewhere, perhaps an occasional parishioner or someone he knew from town.

“These thoughts…they’re about another man,” the whispering voice continued.

Steve raised his eyebrows, not in judgment but in shock—he didn’t expect his last confession to go like this.

“That’s alright, son. In my parish there’s no discrimination against any type of love.” Steve tried to keep his voice calm and reassuring.

There was a small second of silence and then, “I want to kiss him, Father. Bite his bottom lip until he’s gasping for air.”

Steve was lost for words, his voice caught in his throat by the bluntness of the statement.

“He’s completely oblivious, Father. He’s oblivious to how every time I lay eyes on him I want nothing else but to strip him of his clothes and feel the warmth of his skin underneath my hands.” The voice grew lower, sultrier even.

Steve changed the way he was sitting in the small cubicle of the confessionary, seeking a comfort that wouldn’t be found.

“Father,” the voice whispered. “I need you to cure me, to wipe these thoughts from my mind. I can no longer have them. They’re burning. I’m burning.”

Steve gulped down the knot in his throat. “I’m not sure I can cure it, son. I can absolve you from these sinful thoughts, give you a penitence to complete, but you have to do the work by yourself.”

It was extremely hard to maintain his composure as he spoke but Steve was used to out of the ordinary talks—even if none of the previous ones he’d had throughout his life as a priest had gone this way.

“What kind of penitence, Father?”

“Well, you could do some communitarian work, I think that would get your mind occupied and away from these thoughts,” Steve explained with his usual calmness. “There’s a gardening group here at the Church, we tend the garden on Tuesdays.”

“I couldn’t do that, Father, for you see… he’s a regular of this Church, and being here, even if gardening, would turn me insane with lust. What if he’s there? Bending over some plants, with his bare arms dirtied up with soil?”

Steve sighed—a silent prayer to stop the young man from further explaining his thoughts.

But, Steve’s prayers weren’t heard.

“I’d want to take him right there and then, with our hot, sweaty bodies covered in dirt,” the voice kept getting lower. “Father, I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before.”

Steve closed his eyes, crossing himself.

“Sometimes, during mass, I cannot help but think of him ripping my shirt off and having his way with me on the benches.”

There was a sudden waft of hot air swallowing Steve within the confessionary. He tried to loosen up the tightness around his neck only to find the resistance of the Roman collar against his fingers.

“I want to feel his thighs against mine, Father,” the voice grew closer, as if the young man was speaking right into Steve’s ear. “Pull his hair as he rides me.”

Steve wanted to say something, anything that would stop this, but he couldn’t. His pulse had accelerated and shivers kept running down his spine with every word said by the man.

“I want him crying and begging for more. I want to see hunger in his eyes, Father.”

Steve felt like he couldn’t breathe. Parts that had been asleep for a long time in him started to awaken. He reached out for the red curtain of the confessionary, seeking a way out.

But the man continued, “I’d take him right here in this confessional box, Father. Make him pant for air as I’m buried deep inside of him.”

Steve grasped the curtain and pulled it open with every bit of strength left in his shaking arms. He was agitated, his pulse loud in his ears.

“That’s quite enough!” Steve’s voice reverberated in the wide, empty navel. His hand tightly clutching his Bible and rosary.

He was panting, his stomach tied in a hundred thousand knots. He felt feverish, like this was all part of a bad dream. Steve didn’t even want to know who hid behind the other curtain, he just wanted this to be over.

“I would invite you to leave this Church, this is unacceptable behavior,” Steve requested in a shaky voice.

He turned his back to the confessional box, determined to go back to his office and pray the man at the other side of the wooden division would silently leave.

It was on Steve’s third step when he heard it; the other curtain of the confessionary sliding open. He squeezed his eyes tightly and carried on, marching at a quick pace towards the altar.

“Steve,” the voice called. Not soft and whispered like before within the small cubicle, it had authority to it, sharp and clear.

And Steve knew who it belonged to.

Steve turned swiftly. It couldn’t be. How?

How was William standing right behind him, next to the confessionary? Steve couldn’t grasp what was happening, his mind making up a thousand excuses for what was going on. Perhaps William was testing him, or—or it could be a prank! Something weird and blasphemous Californian priests would do to pass the time?

It had to be anything, anything other than William actually having these thoughts for a parishioner.

“Father William,” Steve stated.

William put his hands in the pockets of his black trousers as he took a step forward. “You look agitated, Steve.”

Steve snorted, irritated at the nerve of the blond.

“I should report you for whatever this was. I do not care if it was a prank,” he said as the blood in his veins bubbled with anger. “Or, if all you said is actually true, God forbid, you should be away from my parishioners.”

William laughed as he ran the tip of his tongue along his bottom teeth. “Your parishioners? Why should your big flock of elderly women be away from me? Because I’m gay?”

“I don’t care if you’re gay or not. You’re a man of faith! You shouldn’t be saying things like the ones you said in there!” Steve retaliated.

“Ephesians 4:25, Steve.” William took yet another step towards the brunette. “Therefore each of you must put off falsehood and speak truthfully to your neighbor, for we are all members of one body,” he quoted.

Steve was confused, he didn’t understand anything of what was going on. He just wanted his last day here to be a nice, quiet Saturday, giving mass, hearing the same old confessions.

William kept walking towards him as Steve’s mind struggled to find a reasonable answer for all of this.

“Tell me, Steve.” William’s voice got low again, like when he was confessing. “You’ve never had thoughts like those?”

Steve’s heart began to pound to a beat he had long forgotten, the short hair on his nape slowly turning damp with the sweat gathering there from the tension.

“Are you that much of a good boy?” William examined Steve’s eyes. “Are you, pretty boy?”

Steve moved his gaze away from William’s excruciating blue eyes. He felt seen, as if the blond could see right through him, read his mind somehow. Perhaps this was his ultimate test of Faith—and he wasn’t entirely sure he was going to pass it.

“Proverbs 24:26,” William whispered as his eyes traveled to the shape of Steve’s plump lips. “An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips.”

Steve felt like he was in a trance, like he couldn’t look away from the face merely one inch away from his. When he finally managed to snap out of it, his gaze traveled south to find William’s bare forearms there.

He had thought about those forearms—one too many times.

“I want you, Steve.”

When Steve looked up again he found William had stepped even closer, their mouths only a breath away from each other. Steve’s fingertips tingled as he held on tight to the Bible and the rosary that nestled against his chest. Doubtful and confused, he shook his head.

“Me?” Steve asked, his voice breaking at the end.

Steve’s mind was spinning, he couldn’t really process the fact that those things William had listed were about him, not when William was so close, with his hand slowly raising towards Steve’s face.

William cupped Steve’s cheek, to which the brunette could do nothing else but close his eyes at the warmth.

“Let me kiss you,” William muttered with a voice so quiet Steve prayed no Saint in the room could hear.

Steve opened his eyes to gaze at William’s mouth; the shape of it, the color of his lips.

In a courageous and stupid impulse, Steve drove his mouth to William’s, his arms still wrapped around his torso to hold the Holy objects against his core.

William moved his lips with ferocity once he was struck with the realization of what was happening, his lips making Steve’s prisoners of a quick and sloppy dance.

Steve felt a black hole swirling in his stomach. This black hole was hungry all of a sudden, it filled Steve with a need to devour the lips caught in between his. He wanted to be closer, feel the heat emanating from William’s body against his.

Unconsciously, Steve drove his hands to William’s hair, wanting nothing else but to touch him, feel him—but a loud thump made him jump, pulling away by a few steps from a breathless William.

Steve looked down to the marble floor, his Bible resting there, cold and forgotten even for a mere second in Steve’s existence. His rosary was still safe, tangled in between his fingers.

“Steve,” William called. “Look at me.”

He couldn’t look at him, not when his chest kept moving frantically as he tried to catch his breath.

Not when his morals were lying on the ground alongside his Bible.

“Look at me, Steve.”

William commanded and Steve obeyed, like a good little pilgrim. Big, concerned eyes quickly met icy blue.

“That’s it, baby.”

William bit his bottom lip as he spoke, hands back in his pockets. As he walked up to Steve, he kicked away the Bible lying on the floor without even looking at it.

“Anyone could see us, William,” Steve pleaded.

“Billy,” William said in that authoritative tone of his.

“What?” Steve asked in confusion as he watched the blond move closer and closer again. He clasped the rosary in his hand, the beads nailing into his skin.

“Call me Billy, baby.” William retrieved their previous position by cupping Steve’s cheek once more. “I closed the doors, we’re good.”

The next thing Steve felt was Billy’s mouth on his neck, wet and messy, kissing and biting as it moved up towards his ear. Steve’s belly kept feeling tighter and tighter, a pressure there he hadn’t felt since he was a teenage boy.

“Billy,” Steve gasped, closing his eyes at the ecstasy of Billy’s tongue swirling around his ear.

“Yeah, baby?” Billy’s voice was muffled against the hot skin underneath his mouth.

“We…” Steve was trying to concentrate on the words he wanted to say but his brain was muddled, consumed by the tingling feeling traveling through his every nerve. “We shouldn’t...”

Billy sunk his teeth into the crook of Steve’s neck, which instantly made the brunette moan louder than he would’ve wanted. The blond’s hands traveled to Steve’s black shirt, feeling the heat from his skin.

“We shouldn’t?” Billy asked as his mouth left wet kisses along Steve’s jaw.

Steve twisted his fingers into Billy’s blond curls, messy by his previous touch. The hanging beads of his rosary tingled against Billy’s neck.

Steve knew they shouldn’t, this was wrong, he was wrong, this was a sin. He was a sin. Steve had always known, since that one Halloween party when he was a freshman, the party during which he had first kissed a boy. Since then, he knew he was a sin, and he had done everything to make it right; to make himself right.

But, right there and then, with Billy’s tongue licking his lips, with the pit of fire building in his insides, he didn’t think it was much of a sin. Blinded by lust, by want and need, everything felt holy.

Steve tightened his fingers around Billy’s soft hair and pulled it. Billy’s eyes were quickly in his, blackened by desire. Steve could tell he had liked it and so he pulled once again until Billy’s neck was exposed. Steve devoured him, sucking, biting, and kissing every inch of skin under his hungry mouth. Billy’s faint whimpers only encouraged Steve more, who couldn’t help but move his mouth to the blond’s.

Billy’s lips parted as soon as he felt the warmth of Steve’s against his. Steve kissed so differently from him. Billy was quick, ferocious, starved even, in his kisses. Steve, however, was slow, careful, and sensual. So fucking hot. The way his tongue lapped against his lips as they kissed was making Billy harder than he could’ve ever imagined possible.

Steve felt a tingle run down his back with each moan Billy let out against his mouth. The sound echoed in the nave of the Church, making Steve’s head spin.

Out of breath, Billy pulled away and lowered his gaze as he began to undo the buttons of Steve’s shirt.

“I need to feel you,” Billy gasped. “Let me feel you.”

Steve watched as Billy unbuttoned his Saturday shirt. It was ungodly how much he craved Billy’s touch.

Billy smiled as his fingers traveled to the Clerical collar around Steve’s neck.

“I don’t think this suits you anymore, baby.”

Steve stared at Billy’s face as he removed the white plastic off of him. His stomach tied in a knot as he saw the tab fly away and fall onto the ground—near his forgotten Bible. There wasn’t much time for him to second guess his thoughts with Billy’s hot breath against his chest.

“Keep yours,” Steve breathed.

“Hmm?” Billy wondered, mind elsewhere.

“Your collar. Keep it.”

Billy met Steve’s eyes. “Fuck, baby. That’s kinky,” he said with a sly smile.

Steve giggled, feeling like a schoolboy, giddy and nervous to kiss his first crush. Billy went back to his chest, leaving a trail of damp kisses until he reached Steve’s nipple. He twisted his tongue around it, sending a sharp wave of electricity to every nerve in Steve’s body.

“Fuck,” Steve mumbled.

“We don’t curse in the house of the Lord, Father.”

Steve could feel Billy’s amused smile against his skin before he felt his teeth pressing against his hardened nipple. Steve felt a jolt of static run through his head, his eyes rolled back as he let his head fall back in a moan.

“Move,” Billy commanded all of a sudden, shaking Steve out of his pleasure-filled mind.

“What?” Steve asked, confused, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Move.”

Billy pushed Steve away until the brunette’s heels bumped into the small steps up to the altar. Steve’s mind was clouded by the sudden change, his bare chest moving to the beat of his irregular breath.

“Against the altar, come on, baby,” Billy said as he walked up to him.

Steve looked back, the beautiful marble altar behind him felt imposing. He didn’t really know how but he felt the inert object judging him for what he was doing, for what he was about to do. Checking his step, Steve climbed up to the altar, his eyes fixed on the Sacramental bread and wine he had prepared earlier.

He felt it then: the guilt, already bubbling in his stomach, ready to take over every cell in his being. But, Billy’s lips were faster, trailing the curve of Steve’s neck. Billy’s hands were larger, both ghosting over his chest. The pressure of Billy’s body against his back made the guilt fade away, disappearing into a cloud of smoke.

Billy spun him around, slowly, as he kept leaving kisses down his neck and chest. Steve rested his lower back against the cool white marble, gripping the edges as he felt Billy’s mouth nearing his black leather belt. He felt the rosary sleep through his fingers, heard how it collapsed on the ground. Steve didn’t care, not now.

Steve couldn’t really believe the sight below him, blue eyes and flushed cheeks looking up at him as Billy kneeled down in front of him.

“I’ll make you see God, baby,” Billy muttered, two of his fingers faintly tracing the shape of Steve’s bulge through the fabric.

Steve felt that touch like there was no barrier between them at all, made him pant in anticipation. The knot that had started to slowly build up in his belly was growing tighter, he wanted Billy—needed him.

Billy’s hands were eager as he undid Steve’s belt, his mouth leaving a wet trail of kisses on his chest. Steve’s vision was cloudy, fogged up by the need he had repressed for so many years, the want he had for Billy since he first saw him—a want he had obliterated from his thoughts in hopes it would go away.

Billy pulled down Steve’s trousers, the metal of his belt clinked against the floor as it fell. Billy’s breath caught in his throat—Steve looked like a Renaissance painting from where he stood, glistening chest and open-mouthed, a God. He felt a puncturing pain near his ribs that reminded him of the possibility this would be a one-time-only event, that he would never see Steve again after this, that the young priest would suddenly regain consciousness and see him for the monstrosity that he was.

A light touch ran through his curls, pulling him out of his thoughts. Billy hadn’t been aware of how his hands had begun shaking, of how he had instinctively closed his eyes at the pain.

“You’re okay?” Steve wondered with worry in his voice as his fingers caressed through Billy’s hair in a calming, soothing movement.

That alone could’ve brought Billy to tears, the warmth, the care that always emanated from Steve—that was what drew him to the brunette, what made him burn so much.

Steve lowered the hand on Billy’s hair until he was cupping his soft cheek, then, ever so slowly, he drew his thumb to Billy’s bottom lip, tracing the shape of it.

“I want you, too, Billy,” Steve confessed. “Ever since you knocked on my office door saying you were my replacement in the Church, I’ve wanted you.”

Billy couldn’t move his eyes away from Steve’s, those big chocolate ones of his that sparkled with the unshed tears that told Billy that what was being said was true.

Steve felt Billy’s teeth scrape against his fingertip, only to then pull Steve’s thumb into his mouth. Billy’s tongue felt like Paradise’s snake, quick and enticing, wrapping around his finger, drawing out moan after moan from Steve.

“Please,” Steve begged as he struggled for air.

Billy’s hands wormed their way into the sides of Steve’s briefs, grasping the skin on his hips, pulling him forward until his clothed bulge was pressed against Billy’s open mouth.

Steve gasped, his hands back on the white marble behind him, knuckles matching it from his tight grip. He could feel Billy’s hot breath against him, his tongue wetting the cloth of his briefs—it was too much.

Billy twisted his hands to grab the elastic of Steve’s underwear, pulling it down ever so slowly. Steve couldn’t help but let his head fall back; the feeling of the edge of his brief brushing against his hardness made his scalp tingle.

“Fuck,” Billy breathed, watching the artistry of Steve’s exposed neck in front of him.

Steve felt like he was gonna burst into flames, he hadn’t experienced desire in a very long time—perhaps ever, not like this, anyway.

His body convulsed the second Billy’s touch was on him. Steve’s eyes were closed but he very well could see the muscles on Billy’s forearm in his mind, flexing and moving as Billy’s hand moved on his sex.

Steve’s eyes shot open at the feeling of Billy’s tongue tracing the tip of his dick. He couldn’t help the moan that left his throat, echoing through the empty Church, the sound of his own cry of pleasure only made him harder.

“Billy,” Steve choked. “God, please.”

“Not God, baby,” Billy said, gulping as he moved his mouth downward, leaving a chaste kiss on Steve’s length. “Just me.”

Steve was getting impatient, clouded by the storm of lust that traveled through his body. He grabbed onto Billy’s hair with his right hand, his left hand still holding tight onto the altar.

Billy took the tug on his hair as a silent command and licked his way back up to the tip, twisting his tongue around it before pulling Steve into the warmth of his mouth.

Steve whimpered at the feeling of Billy’s wet mouth, at the way one of his hands clutched at Steve’s thigh as he shamelessly worked up and down his shaft.

Billy was sloppy, hungry for Steve in a way that reverberated against the carved and decorated walls. The acoustics of the Church enhanced everything, made Steve feel like this was part of a dream; one he wasn’t sure he wanted to wake up from. His hips moved involuntarily to the rhythm Billy had marked, soon after they were in sync.

Steve let go of Billy’s hair when a wave of pleasure threatened to overcome him, he wanted it to last, to savour every second of the sensation of Billy’s mouth on him. He attempted to hold on to the altar with both hands, accidentally knocking over the Sacramental wine.

“Shit.” Steve watched the liquid run its way down the marble surface, dyeing red the tablecloth that covered it.

The worry didn’t last long as Billy picked up the rhythm, his mouth closing tighter around Steve’s cock, one hand working at the base while the other massaged Steve’s thigh.

Steve’s eyes rolled back as he let his head fall backwards, his back arched against the cold marble. He could feel it, the waves of pleasure rushing through him. Something made him open his eyes then. Jesus, crucified, looked down on him upside down; Steve, a mere reflection of the man he served, hands spread out, head bent. But, Steve wasn’t bleeding, wasn’t dying—he felt more alive than ever, vibrant, electric.

Billy pulled him deeper and Steve felt himself collapse. The blond’s moans vibrated against his length, sending shivers through his spine.

“I’m gonna come,” Steve muttered, almost inaudible. “Fuck.”

That almost silent announcement led his body to tense up and as Billy’s hand tightened on his thigh, a lightning of pleasure bolted through him, leaving everything scorched in its path.

Steve couldn’t recall for how long his mind went into a state of emptiness and white noise but it was Billy’s lips that drove him out of it. He could taste himself in Billy’s tongue, which for some strange reason made him giggle against Billy’s open mouth.

“That was so hot, baby,” Billy said with a satisfied smile. “Did I make you see God?”

Steve kissed him back, soft and gentle. “You know, I think you might’ve,” he replied, amused.

Billy pulled away from Steve to stare at him with a mischievous smile on his face. As he did so, he noticed the spilled wine on the altar behind them.

“We made a mess,” Billy mentioned before he turned back to Steve’s face.

Steve chuckled. He felt ecstatic, his chest filled with a sort of happiness he hadn’t experienced before. Steve cupped Billy’s face as he kept on kissing him.

“Do you want to see God?” Steve purred against the blond’s lips.

Billy’s eyes twinkled. “Fuck, show me God, baby.”

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Side Characters as Subs Headcanons

GN!MC x the side characters

Bros as Subs Side Characters as Doms

NSFW MDNI

Note: Again, buckle up for the warning list 'cause it's long. But most stuff is briefly mentioned as this another headcanon about what they'd be into.

Warnings: Dom!MC, bondage, blindfolds, gags, shibari, praise, humiliation, degradation, pet play, whips, chains, magic?? I dunno how else to label that lol, electric shocks, orgasm denial, begging, oral fixation, dacryphilia, biting, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, overstimulation, collaring, breath play, choking, blood kink, lingerie, harness, hot wax, semi public sex OKAY HOPEFULLY THAT'S EVERYTHING.

Diavolo

Although he might not seem like the type, Diavolo will give you an enthusiastic yes if you ask him to sub for you. The truth is, he loves the idea of worshiping you, giving you everything you want, following your every order. He wants nothing more than to please you, so if that involves being your sub, he’s going to agree readily.

Diavolo is a big strong powerful demon, so you might not be able to do much to him with your standard human physical capabilities. If you’re not paying attention, he might fake it for you, though. Pretends it hurts when you smack him, even if it’s more like a pleasurable tingle to him. He likes pain just fine, but if you want him to actually feel it, you’re going to have to get creative.

Probably into electric shocks and things of that nature. Sensations you can only get from specialized items. He will be thrilled about magically induced situations, too. Because most of that stuff can actually hurt him a little.

He’s happy to try anything and everything. Bondage, pet play, whips, chains, whatever you got, he’s ready to go. Not exactly into humiliation, but he does think it’s cute when you try. The one thing you’ll get a firm no about is exhibitionism. He’s got a reputation to maintain, after all.

It will take a bit of time for you to no longer feel like he’s just indulging you. He doesn’t lose control of himself ever, even when he’s letting you do anything you want. Somehow, even when you’re domming, he’s still the one in control. Eventually, though, the more you do it, the more he lets go. And then one day you’ll find him on his knees before you, tied and blindfolded and begging for release. It’s only with you that he can ever be this vulnerable, MC. Because he’s trusting you not just with his pride and his body, but his kingdom, too. He trusts you not to take advantage of him in these moments.

Barbatos

As with everything else, Barbatos will respond to a request to sub with calm neutrality. He’s happy to do anything you want, MC. It’s deceptive because it doesn’t give away his true feelings at all. But he won’t do something he’s not actually comfortable with.

Despite is his calm facade, as soon as you get into it, you quickly find that you have unlocked Barb’s freak. He’s into everything. He wants you to go all out. Do not hold back.

Depending on his mood, he might be extremely compliant. Doesn’t fight you on anything, just takes everything and then also thanks you for it. But other times, he will get devious and deliberately defy you. He’s pushing your buttons on purpose to see how far you’ll go.

Barbatos has high pain and humiliation tolerance, so not much phases him. It’s far more effective to make him lose control of himself because that’s when he gets embarrassed. A good way to do this is denial. Restrain him and then only touch him lightly - just enough to get him going, but not enough to satisfy him. Make him really lose his mind by having him shift into demon form and then handling his tail. He both wants you to touch it and doesn’t want you to touch it, but he can’t do anything about it either way.

He won’t hesitate to beg. He apologizes the whole time. He wants you to forgive him for losing control of himself. If you’re harsh enough about it, you might even make him cry. He’s not used to allowing himself to feel this much, so if he’s really letting go with you, then you’ll see these sides of him that you normally wouldn’t.

He has an oral fixation. He wants to suck on something all the time. That can be your cock/strap, your fingers, his own tail, whatever you want. But be careful because he bites, too. He might do it on purpose just to get a reaction from you.

Barbatos wants nothing more than to surrender to you completely. He has a high libido and gets worked up the moment you do anything suggestive. Normally he represses that neediness, but in this situation he’s going to let you see it. He’s going to beg and beg. Also likes to use a title for you and will use it outside of the bedroom, too. It isn’t a slip of the tongue, he does it on purpose. He doesn’t care what other people think of him. All he cares about is you.

Simeon

Naturally more of a dom, Simeon will sub for you if you ask. But he’s not used to being on that side of things and you can tell. Take it easy with him at first, he’s still learning. Once he’s more comfortable with you, though, he’s surprised about how much he enjoys it.

Somehow he has both a praise kink and a humiliation kink. It doesn’t matter which one you go for, either one will make him cry. But he’ll let you know that despite the tears, he wants more. Say that to him again, MC.

Simeon will wear anything you desire. He finds he enjoys dressing up for you whether that’s in a harness or lingerie or shibari.

Turns out he likes pain, too, far more than either of you anticipated. He won’t be bratty to get you to punish him, though. He will ask you to hurt him instead. Pretty much anything will do, but his preferences are biting, spanking, and hair pulling. Just be prepared for the noise because he’s also incredibly vocal no matter what you’re doing.

He also discovers a love for dirty talk. If you really want to tease him, call him so you can unleash a paragraph of filth that will leave him reeling. If you can get him to figure out how to do video calls, he’ll happily put himself on display for you. He loves to be told how to touch himself when you’re not there beside him.

Simeon will not allow anyone to know what he gets up to with you. It’s too embarrassing and he cares about his reputation too much. Don’t misunderstand him, MC. He loves being your sub, but he represents the Celestial Realm, you know? That stuff is better kept behind closed doors.

Solomon

This man is the switchiest of switches so of course he’s willing to sub for you. He enjoys it thoroughly, he loves when you take charge and order him around. He’s naturally more of a brat, but he won’t push you too far. He can tell when you’re getting genuinely annoyed with him and will reign it in.

He loves to be punished and will absolutely do things on purpose to get you to punish him. We all know how he enjoys being scolded, but he likes when pain is involved, too. If you spank him, he’ll probably come in your lap. Enjoys things like orgasm denial and overstimulation, too.

Solomon has no problem indicating just how needy he is. He can’t keep his hands to himself or his lips or his tongue or anything else for that matter. If you want him to, you’ll have to restrain him. He doesn’t mind. Tie him up, blindfold him, gag him, whatever you want.

If he’s not gagged, he will babble and beg and tell you how amazing you are. Be careful though because he might also recite a spell. He knows a bunch that do all kinds of questionable things. He very much enjoys getting magic involved. Drive him wild by reciting such a spell yourself.

He has no shame, he’ll probably discuss the details of your sexcapades with anyone who asks. Asmo probably gives him advice about things to do or try. He’ll love wearing a collar and even though it’s under his turtleneck situation, he’ll deliberately show it to people. Look what MC got for me!

Mephistopheles

Downright refusal the first time you ask. Absolutely not, MC. It’s bad enough that he’s doing anything with a human, he won’t even consider submitting to them in that way! Give him some time to think about it. Don’t bring it up again because he’ll ask you himself a little while later, sheepishly admitting that he’d like to try.

And of course this reveals the secret sub that is Mephisto. He is a whiner and a crier and a hardcore blusher. Everything sets him off. Always has over the top reactions to just about anything you do. This will calm down over time, but he’s always going to be very reactionary.

He will be a HUGE brat. You are definitely going to be in brat tamer mode most of the time. He will downright refuse if you give him orders. He’ll get embarrassed if you’re too soft with him and that’ll only make him worse. You have to be rough with this guy. Put him in his place. If you do, he’ll be so turned on he won’t remember to be bratty anymore.

He likes pain, but really he likes to feel a little bit of fear. He's really into choking. He trusts you, but he likes that jolt of nerves that comes when you grab him. He also enjoys biting. Something about the sharpness of that kind of pain really works for him. And he loves seeing his blood on your lips. Yeah, he's got a blood kink.

Surprises himself when he has a positive reaction to humiliation. He likes it when you pull his hair and call him a slut. The first time you do it, he moans dramatically and then blushes so hard he nearly blacks out. Terribly embarrassed for a bit, so you'll have to lay on some praise to make him feel better.

Enjoys fancy things, especially if it's something he gets to wear. If you get him a harness, he wants a pretty one. Same with shibari ropes. He's blushing the whole time, but he likes the way it makes him feel when he's wearing it.

He's terrified of anyone finding out. He has a hard time thinking about it outside of the act itself, let alone mentioning it to anybody. Swears you to secrecy. You had better not tell anyone, but especially not any of the brothers and most especially not Lucifer.

Raphael

No big deal. Why are you making such a production of asking him about this, MC? Raphael is truly unflappable. He doesn't feel too strongly about it either way, so he agrees easily.

Similarly, you won't get much reaction out of him about anything. Practically immune to praise, humiliation, degradation, and pain. Is there anything that will get a reaction out of him?

If you keep at it, you'll find that he secretly enjoys praise. It takes a while because he's so stoic, you almost can't tell. But call him a good boy enough times and you'll eventually catch that blush.

You find that Raphael really likes the way you react to things and will do stuff he thinks will rile you up. He wants you to punish him because of the way you get when you do. It isn't that he enjoys pain, it's that enjoys watching you inflict it on him.

You will also find that making him wear pretty things usually flusters him. If you point out that his angel outfit is pretty, he'll disagree and tell you that it's functional. (It's not, but let him stay in denial about it.) Make him wear some lacy lingerie and he'll be blushing hard.

He's quiet about it, but he actually enjoys subbing. It gives him a chance to let his mind go blank. He simply follows your orders and everything you do makes him feel good. Why would he be opposed to that?

Since this is the case, he doesn't care who knows about it. He'll add a collar to his angel outfit willingly and if anybody has anything to say about it, well… they're risking some pointy rain, so.

Thirteen

She's thrilled you've asked, MC! She's happy to do either thing for you! Anyone else would probably not fare too well, but for you? Anything.

Sometimes she's in the mood to listen to you. When this happens, you find the praise kink does wonders. But other times she's not in the mood and then you've got a bit of a brat on your hands.

Either way, she doesn't respond well to humiliation or degradation. And you don't usually have to actually punish her. Normally the threat is enough. Take her throat in your hand and squeeze gently while telling her to behave and she'll quiet down immediately. She'll blush so prettily and her eyes will get just a little wider as she bites her lip to hold in a moan.

She likes to bite and be bitten. If you let her, she'll leave marks all over you. Has just a little bit of a blood kink. Nothing too dramatic, but doesn't mind when you draw a little from biting her.

Thirteen likes to be tied up, but she's not too fond of blindfolds or gags. She likes to see you and she likes to be vocal. She's shameless and will meet your eyes head on any time.

Loves accessories. She wants all the fluffy handcuffs and strappy leather lingerie. Let her wear a collar for you, it's all she wants.

Absolutely up for anything. Food play? Pet play? Impact play? You name it, she's willing to try it. And finds she enjoys it all, too.

There's something uniquely special about hot wax, though. This is because of her job tending to life candles. The wax reminds her of the weight of that responsibility. And when you use it in such an intimate way, it becomes so much more important. It really turns her on.

Again, shameless. Doesn't care if everyone knows who she belongs to. Semi public sex is something she finds thrilling.

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Ever A Never After — story masterpost

⟶ Title | Ever a Never After (adaptation from Enchanted movie) ⟶ Summary | Growing up in the fairy tale land, your whole life seems to have been written perfectly in the books, with the picturesque life and the Prince Charming that you can see yourself having your happily ever after with. But your entire world turns upside down when you are suddenly sent into a whole new world, a different kind of universe where happily ever after doesn’t exist. Thrust into a new challenge and shown a new side of life, you find yourself standing in a crossroad. When the moment arises, would you find your way back home to your true love, or is the universe trying to show you that sometimes happy endings don’t have to be written so perfectly?

⟶ Pairings | Jungkook x female reader; Seokjin x female reader ⟶ Genre | Strangers to lovers!au, Fairy tale retelling!au, Angst, Smut ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; specific warnings will be added accordingly on each published chapters ⟶ Status / Current word count / Total word count | ONGOING; latest update: Ever A Never After: Act 2 - Part 2 (Oct 7th, 2024) - 51,865 words of n/a words  ⟶ Main Masterlist | Mailbox | Feedback | Ko-fi | Music companion ⟶ Cross-posted in AO3 and Wattpad

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⟶ Story Note | Written in 2nd person POV (in case you’re new to my writing, I don’t use ‘y/n’ coding as all of my lead characters are considered as OCs). In place of the coding, you’ll find a blank space as her name. Please also note that our main character/reader insert for this story has her own nickname that will be used in the scenes. While the story is adapted from the movie, Enchanted, with some characters and places that were mentioned in the movie added into this story, I will be adding changes in the story settings, characters’ names and background stories to fit the plot. That being said, as someone who has never set foot in the land of America, forgive me if there are some inaccuracies in the details that are being added here. I hope that doesn’t change your reading experience with the story.

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⇢ Act One. Andalasia, The Maiden, and The Dream Prince [“It’s you. The boy I saw in my dreams.” “It’s me. Your Prince Charming.” | Word count: 19,688 words | posted: May 21st, 2024 | Chapter Teaser]

⇢ Act Two. The Alter World and The Saviour [“I need to find my way back to the castle.” “What castle?” “Why, of course, I’m talking about Andalasia.” “Huh, right. Why don’t I just call you an Uber?” | Word count: 32,185 words | Chapter Teaser]

— Part 1. Welcome to the Alter World [Word count: 15,410 words of 32,185 words - posted on: Sept 16th, 2024] — Part 2. The World Without Magic [Word count: 16,755 of 32,185 words - posted on: Oct 7th, 2024 ]

⇢ Act Three. Fairy Tales and Bittersweet Endings [“You forgot to say the part where you lived happily ever after.” “Happily ever after? That thing doesn’t exist, not in the real world.” | Word count: — | Chapter Teaser]

⇢ Act Four. The Ball for The Kings and Queens and Dragons [“There is a ball for the Queen and Kings at the start of spring. Shall we go together?” “As your Prince Charming, I’ll be happy to escort you.” | Word count: — | Chapter Teaser]

⇢ Act Five. Prince Charming and a Happily Never After [“Look at how the tables have turned, as now I have in my hand the Prince who is supposed to protect the princess.” “Come along now, dear. You wouldn’t want to miss the ending.” | Word count: — | Chapter Teaser]

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⟶ Author’s Note | Originally commissioned by @pinkbtsarmy | It’s finally here! I’m so sorry for taking so long with this one. Thank you so much for commissioning me and for your endless support. As mentioned in our last talk, there will be some changes from the original prompt/details that I’ve made to make the story work better, but I hope you’ll be able to enjoy it still. I have decided to release this one as a mini-series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work. Have fun reading!

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I needed to cheer myself up. I turned Trainee into a baby again.

Turtle tot vs a plastic container of guacamole on the edge of a table

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A snippet of dialogue I had tucked away for a future installment of my Corlys x Rhaenys series on AO3. It’s now no longer usable because it’s very clear Corlys and Rhaenys have not spoken explicitly about the Hull boys, but thought I’d share here as I still quite like it. I’m happy to see it shares some of the sentiment Rhaenys had in episode 4!

[Scene: Corlys and Rhaenys have seen Alyn for the first time. He is older than Laenor, born before Corlys’ marriage to Rhaenys, but he is obviously Corlys’ son. Rhaenys retreats to High Tide, Corlys finds her in the Hall of Nine.]

“I am no fool, husband; I knew very well that you had had your fair share of serving girls and pretty maids before you laid eyes upon me.”

He pauses behind her, watching the rise and fall of her shoulders.

“I knew it… possible that you had fathered bastards; ‘tis just I had thought them to be in Pentos or Lys or Leng, not on mine own doorstep. I did not think to fear walking the streets of my home, lest I see your face upon another woman’s babe. I did not think them to be so close in age to my son. I- I did not think they would look more like you than any child I could bear you.”

“Rhaenys–”

She turns to look at him as he takes her in his arms. Her eyes sparkle with unshed tears.

“How would you bear it if one day you looked upon a child that had my face and not yours?” “I am yours, but you are not mine; you have never been just mine.”

“I did not know ‘til now, Rhaenys. I swear it.”

“I believe you, Corlys; it does not take away the hurt. Would it not pain you, husband, if I had carried another man’s babe in my belly?”

His grip on her tightens.

“How would you feel looking into the eyes of a man who had had me? Knowing he had spilt his seed in me, that it had taken root and grown a child?” “All this, when our babes are lost, over and over.”

“I am sorry, Rhaenys; I will never have breath enough to tell you how sorry I am.”

“I cannot bear the iniquity of it.” “That I should be denied my life, my birthright, for the lack of a cock between my legs; that I should take comfort from my one remaining purpose - to know that I am the one to lay with you, to carry your babes in my belly, to suckle them at my breast - only to find that my son, the heir I have given you, is not your firstborn.” “You have denied me my one last comfort, husband; my one remaining joy.”

“You are my wife, you are my love. You are the woman I chose, the woman the Gods made for me.” “Gods be good, I did not even remember her name.”

“Should that comfort me? That you have spilt in so many women that you know not even their names?” “I could have died upon that birthing bed to give you that which you already had.”

“I had no heir ‘til you gave me a son, Rhaenys. I will have no heirs but the ones you birth me.”

She laughs, the sound bitter.

“If I had become Queen, if Laenor had been promised to the throne, who would House Velaryon have claimed in his place?”

“We will have more children, Rhaenys; we are both young, we have many years yet–”

“You have many years yet, husband.”

“You are seven-and-twenty, love; you are not so very old. Your grandmother bore babes ‘til the very winter of her childbearing years.”

“I have borne you no living child but Laenor; even if your seed takes root, there is no guarantee.”

There is a pause.

“I could have him sent away, love; have them both sent away-”

“I will not have a child punished for its birth; nor will I see a mother punished for loving her child, wanting the babe that grows within her.” “I have carried so many of your babes within me, Corlys, yet I only have the one to hold. I would hold them all if I could, will spend the rest of my days imagining their faces. There is nothing like the love a mother has for her son, husband: I cannot blame her for birthing the babe you put in her.” “You will see they are both well cared for, Corlys: I demand it as your wife and as your princess.”