#my brother is making slime noises at me

[eldritch-spouse]

Jayce, being so very sweet (and manipulative) and handing me an entire collection of authentic pearl jewelry: “here honey <333”

“this is NOT what meant by ‘make me a pearl necklace’, babe :(“

The imps sit around the circular coffee table in the waiting room, some variety of card game being played for possibly the umpteenth time. The humdrum of their respective Icons discussing important matters behind tightly locked doors acting as background noise.

It's after the third time Jayde forgets it's his turn that Eleri rolls their eyes. "Ugh, what's your problem? You're like a wet fart today. "

" I don't get it. " Jayde sighs, scratching the base of his left horn. " I gave her exactly what she wanted, and she was so... Disappointed. "

" Golddiggers. " Rieba shrugs, getting a huff from the greedy imp.

There's a silent beat, Roch seems awake enough to blink one eye at a time and speak.

" What'd she want... Anyway? "

" She said she wanted me to give her a pearl necklace! " Jayde gestures harshly with his arms, where did he go wrong?

It should have been an indicator that both Lacai and Nena raised their heads.

" And? Did you give her one? " The impcubus raises a brow, tail wagging.

" Obviously! " The other nods hard. " The best of the best! It cut my wallet in half, those are pearls not even slime models can make! Why... Why did she look so... "

Even Flints looks to the side, rigid mouth trying not to twist into a grin.

Lacai rips the cards off Jayde's hand and throws them at Rieba. " Eat them. "

The greedy imp immediately begins barking a manner of insults, halted by Nena's gentle hand on his shoulder. She knows she'll have to be the one to explain, because her brother will be brutally mean otherwise.

[rokishimizu4]

Nightwing’s Big Brother adventure

(Sorry for the long wait, I’m moving to a new place and starting a new job, so very busy with that. Also, I’m writing stories-BatFam, Yautjas, Undertale AUs, Homer (Odyssey) x Gods/Goddesses, Hetalia Nordic 5, etc.) This one is gonna be dialogue heavy, because I see Dick & Jason being chatty when especially nervous. (Aka there is a child that Jay told me threw up brains and powdered meth and it’s staring at me from across two buildings on top of a fucken roof) Enjoy!

Warning: Todd being Todd, foul language, in a bad mood Nightwing

The months leading up to Nightwing traveling back and forth from Blüdhaven to EVERYWHERE else was one of with a sharp decline in villain activity in his claimed city as he was not in the mood to be nice.

Especially when he learns that there may be a organization out there that’s probably experimenting on people that NO ONE can find and a child out there that Jay says “threw up a bunch of meth users’ brains and got so sick that I was ready to call dad and beg him for help”.

That shit does not fly by Dick Wayne Grayson, especially when it comes to children that might be experimented on.

So, cue Nightwing prowling across Blüdhaven from when the sun starts to go down to as soon as the sun is high in the sky with his team. He barely goes to bed before he decides to head over to Gotham to help out with whatever he can.

However, this night was far from his ‘normal’ routine as he was in route to a bank robbery when he notices that the next roof he was ready to jump onto had something strange sitting on the ledge, glowing purple in the flashing lights of the fuck ton of cop cars down below. (Dick let the cops have a head start cause he was feeling nice)

The thing reminds Nightwing of a being made of oil, slime, and water, and/or some type of clay. But, seeing the goop moving in the flashing lights like a living, breathing, human did something to his brain that reminded him of when he first met Jason Todd.

“Hello there, a lot of noise here huh? What are you doing out here so late at night? Do you need some help? Are you hungry? Thirsty?” He asks in a soft tone, trying not to scare the mysterious child, who was smaller than Jason before his death and maybe even smaller than Damien when he was dropped off at Wayne Manor.

However before Nightwing could ask anymore questions, a beeping from his com renders him speechless. He quickly puts a hand up towards the figure, while his other hand goes up to his ear and presses a small button.

“Go for Nightwing.” “Hey Wing, just heard from your girlfriend that you haven’t been fucken sleeping dick head!” “Hood, I really don’t have the time for this.” “Oh no, the famous Nightwing doesn’t have the time to take his own god damn advice! Fuck you Wing, I’m gonna come over there and beat your ass til you can’t get the fuck out of bed for a week.”

”Hood, I really need you to watch your language at the moment.” “Why, you gonna come over here and wash my mouth out with soap? Too bad, I had worse. So try me bitch!”

”Jay Bird,” Dick could tell that Jason was now actually listening, “I have a goop child sitting a full roof top away from me that is staring at me and tilting it’s head side to side like it can hear you and understand you. So please, little brother watch your language.”

”Please tell me you’re joking. Dick, please fucken tell me you’re joking.” “I wish I was, because there is currently a robbery in progress and while the cops are there already, the still flashing lights do NOT fill me with confidence. And, from what you told me about this child, I refuse to leave them alone.”

”Where are you? Please tell me where you are NOW.” Jason growls and Dick did not need to hear Jason to know that he was rushing through his house/hideout getting clothes on and tripping his own feet to make it to Dick’s location.

”Blüdhaven, the biggest bank. Please hurry, cause I don’t know what to do yet.”

”Do you have any chocolate or anything like that on you? Yes, I’m being serious, cause the kid ate a shit ton of chocolate once it got all that shit out of its stomach.”

”How the fuck…” Dick’s jaw threatens to drop in confusion as he remembers that the backpack he was carrying was full of different types of chocolates and candy to make up his absences from date nights with Kori.

“Don’t fuck tell me that you have chocolate on you.. Pfft!” Jason busts out laughing as he realizes that the kid probably followed Dick because he has fucken chocolate!

”Jay, please shut your mouth. I’m gonna give this kid some chocolate and if you’re not here in the next 10 minutes, I’m gonna convince Kori to adopt this kid with me.”

”Hey! Fuck off! I called dibs first!”

Dick cuts Jason off with a double beep, which closes the conversation, and places some chocolate bars on his combo sticks and balances it over to the building roof in between the two of them, and slides it onto the roof. Then retracts so the kid could grab and go if they wanted to.

Which, to the disappointment of Dick, and Jason, who just landed on the same roof of Dick’s building, is exactly what the child did.

In a blink of two pairs of eyes, the goopy child grabbed the small stack of chocolates bars with a pair of tentacles and then jumps off the FUCKEN BUILDING, only to disappear into the mass of flashing lights like mist.

“WTF?” “Did you?” Two coms beeps-“Wing/Hood to Oracle!”

[lovelynim]

My fanfics

Here you can find all the fics I wrote so far! The fandoms are organized by alphabetical order, while the fics are listed from the oldest to the most recent one!

If you find anything that it's not linked here, send me a message and let me know!

Updated in: November 17th, 2024

ALIEN STAGE

Take 9, recording! - Ivan x Till

Blue Period

Artistic Struggles - Yotasuke x Yatora

Cardcaptor Sakura

Attention seeker - Syaoran Li & Touya Kinomoto

Eighty Six - 86

Daily Report - Shin & Theo and Raiden (feat. Lena)

Fate Series

Smile, my king - Gilgamesh x Enkidu

Genshin Impact

Turning Tables - Chongyun x Xingqiu

To Aid Lupical - Bennett x Razor

Young master’s free time - Ayato x Thoma (w/ art)

Daily Chores - Ayato x Thoma

Good Morning, my lord - Ayato x Thoma

Important Meeting - Ayato x Thoma

Loyalty - Ayato x Thoma (N$FW)

Enough Bad Jokes - Cyno x Tighnari

Thesis - Alhaitham x Kaveh

Reddish - Cyno x Tighnari

Bubbles - Thoma x Ayato

Kaveh’s Key - Alhaitham x Kaveh (feat. Mehrak) (w/ art)

Don't make a noise - Alhaitham x Kaveh

No more secrets - Tighnari & Kaveh

Maid Day... at the Dawn Winery - Diluc x Tartaglia

Losing count - Alhaitham x Kaveh

Begging - Aether x Heizou

It's today - Cyno x Tighnari (non tickle fic)

A jealous hound - Cyno x Tighnari

Dangerous Collection - Diluc x Childe

Pocky Day - Lyney x Aether

That Time of The Year - Cyno x Tighnari (N$FW & non tickle fic)

Nature's embrace - Albedo

(Un)wanted company - Heizou x Kazuha x Scaramouche

Shocking, isn't it? - Scaramouche x Tartaglia

May the best one win - Xiao, Aether, Albedo & Wanderer

End of the semester - Alhaitham x Kaveh

Grand Chase

Unusual Interrogation - Rufus & Lass

Mornings - Ronan x Harpe

Honkai: Star Rail

The One That Got Away - Gepard x Sampo

Noises - Himeko (it's actually Caelus x Dan Heng but shhh)

It takes a raccoon to pester a dragon - Dan Heng x Caelus

The Dragon's Lesson - Dan Heng x Jing Yuan

Silly Little Brother - Gepard & Serval

Thrilling Bet - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio

Vidyadharas' Special Training - Yanqing & Dan Heng

Too popular - Dan Heng x Caelus

Play a player - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

Tiny Problems - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

Bad day - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio

Another round - Caelus x Luka

All's fair in love and war - Caelus x Aventurine

Intruder countermeasures - Sampo & Svarog

Failing successfully - Welt & Caelus

Reasonable funding - Yanqing & Jing Yuan

League of Legends

Move over - Kayn x Ezreal

Nu:Carnival

Old friends, old habits - Kuya x Quincy

How to tame a human - Eiden x Garu

Wishful Thinking - Eiden x Olivine

Obey me!

Purring Demon - Satan x MC

Dreamy Confession - Mammon x MC

OCs

Just Like a Human - Yomei x Kyo

Sasaki to Miyano

Nap time - Sasaki x Miyano

Side Characters Deserve Love Too

For his highness - Kyle x Joe

Sk8 the Infinity

Hissing Cat - Reki & Miya

Hardest Boss Fight - Reki and Langa & Miya

The Love Hotel - Tadashi & Reki

Skate With You Forever - Reki x Langa

Slimes vs Hero - Reki and Langa & Miya

Sleepyhead - Reki x Langa

Pay Attention - Reki x Langa

Bratty Cat - Miya & Joe and Cherry

Stars Align

Something to laugh about - Maki & Yuu

Tower of God

Turtle’s Things - Khun x Bam feat. Rak

Vtubers

Celebration - Shxtou x Reader

Wind Breaker

Important Data - Sakura x Suo feat. Nirei

Zenless Zone Zero

Victoria Housekeeping co.'s special service - Lycaon x Wise

[angelmichelangelo]

Funniest Tmnt 2012 moments?

"you turned my brother into a plant >:( YOU TURNED HIM INTO A PLAAAANNNNT!!' mikey was in rage mode lmao

the bigfoot episode. "your mama looks like a raisin!" the finger doing that lil dramatic twirl. that whole episode is so funny. bigfoot throwing the whole ass fridge out the window kills me every time

the turtlesub scene is just iconic. the noises and their faces is hilarious to me.

when raph got switched with a kraang mind and then started talking in third person by accident it just makes me laugh for some reason

"we.. got. hit? by a bus? HIT BY A BUS??!!"

can't remember what ep it was but when casey got slimed and was like "its like seeping into my undies bruh" the line delivery makes me scream

when leo fell off the roof and into a beehive. season 1 bants lol

"just call me doctor einstein...-instein!"

when donnie went stupid. that ep lowkey gives me second-hand embarrassment but 'i like french fries' and then the party wagon going full throttle towards him is seriously so funny to me

the episode with april's fake mother with the scene where leo gets trapped in the basement, as he screams out for help it cuts to raph who's just silently watching a flashing image of a pumpkin on the tv. that is unintentionally funny to me like. what was he doing lmao

"the turtles are all italian??"

"we.... don't talk about pigeon pete." the most unnecessary ominous line of all time. when people theorised that leatherhead ate him lmao. their blank stares afterwards, so funny

"is there more talking turtles?" "nope! just me! mr imaginary turtle:)" * cue raph vs slash exploding through the roof*

"i don't give a flying f--" "THANK YOU RAPHAEL!" shoulda let the boy swear. donnie too for that matter

literally any time donnie is screaming. rob paulsen had BILLS to pay, man. donnie screaming with unfiltered rage was the best. TEN BILLION SCREAMING NIGHTMARES

when mikey was using the smoke bombs and splinter just appeared like :^) lol

the cheese phone <3

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

86). "If you do that, you'll be small forever!"

(Not the Belphie one, lol. This one was difficult to go through. I think I’m in a writing slump right now, whereas I feel like I can draw things?? If that makes sense. I’ve also been kind of struggling at my computer this week anyways, so I think I just need to get out of the house more, haha. Anyways, hope you enjoy!)

Count: 2662

“If you do that, you’ll be small forever,” Levi didn’t even look up from whatever new MMO had just dropped with a title a page long that I’d forgotten.

“No, I won’t,” I set my drawing stuff aside and stood up from the beanbag I’d dragged into his room for me to sit on. The floor was only so comfortable, after all. Stretching and feeling some joints pop, I walked up to his door and added, “He’s gonna be gone for the rest of the evening, and I just want to take a quick picture so I can send it to my laptop.”

Levi gave me the barest of glances from his spot, quickly turning his attention back to beating up a high level slime. “Alright, but when Lucifer finds out you stole your phone back for a second, don’t blame me when he eats you.”

“Wasn’t going to,” I replied, opening the door. Stepping out into the hall, I added mockingly, “See you in five, kisses!”

My reward was an embarrassed noise from the demon as I closed the door and shoved my hands in my pockets, making me chuckle in amusement. Levi was the only one of the brothers I could really fluster reliably, something I occasionally took advantage of given that the others managed to embarrass me constantly. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes not.

Given that Asmo and Mammon went shopping, Satan went on a Black Friday book store sale (Though, Black Friday down here just meant for Black Magic), Beel dragged Belphie to some new restaurant to share the experience with his twin, and Lucifer was at a supposedly super important meeting with Diavolo, I was able to stroll to Lucifer’s office without any interruption. As long as Levi wasn’t a little snitch, Lucifer would have no reason to even suspect that I stole my phone for a couple minutes to take a picture of a sketch.

Entering Lucifer’s office, the pristine and organized interior was always pleasant to look at with the magic fires in the fireplace and lanterns giving it its warm glow. The only mess was the papers and books on Lucifer’s desk, but that was normal.

“Alright,” I glanced around the room, taking stock of potential hiding spots. “Where would he hide my phone?”

I started with the bookshelves on the balconies in the room, checking the top shelves to see if he thought the height would discourage me given that he was about a foot taller. However, I was a gremlin not above carefully climbing up in my search. But, it wasn’t on any of the bookshelves. And, continuing my search on the main office floor, it wasn’t on the mantle of the fireplace or top shelves of Lucifer’s alcohol walls.

“He wouldn’t keep it on himself, would he,” I murmured to myself, hopping down to the floor from standing on a shelf and wiped it down with a sleeve. My gaze fell onto his desk, the only place in the room I hadn’t checked yet. Unless Lucifer did have my phone on him, it was the only place I could think of it being. Other than his room, I guess, but I wasn’t exactly the type to break into people's bedrooms despite Mammon’s ‘encouragements’.

Walking over to the desk, I opened the drawers one by one, but each one just had office supplies and papers. Until I came across a locked one on the bottom right side.

“Oh? Hello,” I said absentmindedly, crouching in front of the closed drawer. There was a lock etched into the solid wood, mostly hidden, but I saw the keyhole and looked over the lock. I pulled out my keychain from my pocket and unclipped the small lockpick set Mammon had gotten me a while ago for ‘emergencies’. A touching sentiment if his actual reason wasn’t trying to get me to break into one of Diavolo’s safes once.

Before I started lockpicking though, I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t going to be cursed to Hell (figuratively) and back, waving a hand over the lock and whispering a detection spell. No curses or hexes were on the lock from what I could tell.

“Perfect,” I smiled in pleasant surprise to myself, starting to try and lockpick the drawer. But, there must have been something on the lock because one minute ticked into two with no progress, making me furrow my brow in confusion and focus. This was getting frustrating very quickly.

“Looking for this?”

I jolted in surprise, hitting my head on the edge of the desk. Yelping in pained panic, I popped up from behind the desk, rubbing the top of my head and quickly exclaiming, “L-Lucifer! I was, uh, uh, just looking for you!”

Smooth.

“From under the desk?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow. He was leaned on the desk with his elbows, my phone held up in one of his hands.

“Yeah, realized how weak it sounded as I said it,” I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly. Trying to hopefully distract him from what I was doing in his office, I asked, “I-I thought you were supposed to be at Diavolo’s until later tonight.”

“Yes, well, Diavolo lied about the meeting to try and convince me to relax more with a cup of tea and some conversation,” the demon rolled his eyes and straightened up. “Said I ‘deserved a break now and again’.”

“Did it help?”

“If you mean, ‘Am I going to let you get away with trying to steal your phone back and lockpicking my desk?’, the answer is no,” Lucifer gave me a wry smile, flicking my phone into the air for a moment before snapping and causing it to dematerialize in a burst of red and black flame.

“Wha-?!” doing a remarkable impression of an angry shocked Pikachu, I stared at the spot in shock and exclaimed, “What’d you do to my phone?!”

“I just sent it to my room,” the Avatar of Pride replied casually, walking around the desk and immediately making me feel nervous. He definitely seemed amused when I took an instinctive step back. “Ah, ah, ah, Kat. I’m sure you knew the risks when you decided to try and get your phone back.”

“I mean, yeah, but I was just going to use it to take a picture of a sketch,” I said, the space behind Lucifer’s desk not offering much space for me to try and slip past the demon, but I did try to keep the desk between us which led to a sort of Merry-Go-Round around it with Lucifer and I. “Can’t we just, like, let it slide? Also, can’t I just not have my phone taken? I’m not a child.”

“You might not be a child, but you’re technically the youngest in this household. Given how little I dole out punishment for you, if I turn a blind eye at you attempting to get your phone back, the others will think that unfair. You know how Mammon is. Besides, I’m sure Levi knows about you coming in here since you were hanging out.”

“Well, yeah, but-.”

“The more you draw this out, the more I’ll draw out your punishment,” Lucifer said, stopping behind the desk and crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m sure one night is preferable to, say, a week shrunk around the manor? I’m sure Asmo would love to hold another miniature fashion show with you.”

“That’s fucking blackmail,” I stuck my tongue out in distaste at the thought of a mini fashion show, a bit of dread creeping in at the thought of a whole week at a tiny size. “I never thought you’d stoop so low.”

“Well, it’s either that or I try to chase you down, and I’m hoping this is the more effective of the two,” he gave me a small smile.

After a few seconds struggling with my spite and stubbornness, I sighed and reluctantly walked around the desk with crossed arms. I had many thoughts going through my head that I mostly kept inside, but at his triumphant look I grumbled and growled out, “Yeah, yeah, you’ve won, you pompous fucking dickhead…”

“For someone adamant on establishing themself as not a child, you sure are pouting like one,” Lucifer snorted a little, holding a gloved hand out. My insults did nothing, but he knew it was just me blowing off steam and not meant to actually get under his skin.

“Don’t act like you and the rest of your brothers are above being petty and grumpy,” I retorted, taking his hand. “Or do I have to remind you that I have to occasionally yank on the pact I have with y’all like a leash to keep you from tearing places apart while arguing sometimes?”

“Point taken,” he said, pulling me a bit closer. “Now, let’s start your punishment, hmm?”

“Man, you sure know how to say some comforting words,” I mumbled sarcastically as Lucifer began to whisper the shrinking spell beneath his breath. It took only a second before I felt the spell's effects make me dizzy, slowly shrinking over the span of several seconds until I was about three inches tall on the patterned floor. While I shook off the disorientation from changing size, I was scooped up by Lucifer and lifted upwards carefully. My heartrate picked up a bit at the vertigo and my situation.

"Now, should we play a bit of a game before I eat you," Lucifer asked, holding me in one hand as he shifted his desk chair to be closer to the desk and sat down. Placing me on the top of the desk, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the surface, propping his head up with his other hand.

"I'd say no, but I'm pretty sure you're going to make me play a game anyways," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest. As demons, all of the brothers had a bit of a sadistic side that relished in living prey, but it was most noticeable with Belphie, Satan, and Lucifer.

The demon in question tonight though just hummed in thought for a second before saying, “Lucky for you, I’m feeling charitable tonight. We’ll just get down to it.”

“Mmm, I see Diavolo’s tea break worked won-ders!” I yelped the last part of my snarky comment as Lucifer shifted off the desk and leaned back against the leather of his chair. My hands instinctively held onto the fabric of his gloves from the curled fingers around me, looking down with renewed nervousness when I was lifted more towards his eye level. No matter how many times I was picked up, the way my stomach dropped at the shift of altitude was always jarring.

“You enjoy testing your boundaries, don’t you,” Lucifer asked in amusement, a small smile curled at his lips.

“What can I say, I’m a glutton for punishment,” I sighed sarcastically, eyes wandering to his other hand as it reached up and tugged the knot of his tie to loosen it slightly.

“Mm, I think that description fits Mammon more given that he never seems to learn. You on the other hand just struggle with a filter,” the demon chuckled, lowering his free hand back down and jolting my attention to his mouth as he lifted me up slightly higher, tilting his head back a little. I felt my heart skip a beat as he licked his lips in anticipation, adding, “However, that just opens plenty of opportunities for light punishment.”

“Ooooh, goodie.”

My huff was ignored as Lucifer began to murmur the protection spell beneath his breath, an extra precaution despite my protection charm bracelet, before parting his lips once more. His tongue extended slightly over his bottom teeth as he started to lower me down past his fangs.

I instinctively tucked my legs beneath me a bit despite no longer feeling actual fear about being eaten, it was just an automatic reaction. I felt his breath against my legs and soon my shoes were on the surface of his tongue. Almost immediately, the tongue shifted minutely under my weight and I yelped as the fingers around me released. His tongue curled behind my back as I fell the couple inches into his jaws, pressing me to the roof of his mouth as his teeth clicked together behind me and left me engulfed in darkness.

Already, I could hear and feel Lucifer purr, a sound that only intensified as I went from being pinned to the roof of his mouth to the tongue moving beneath me as he tasted me for several seconds. Both to soak my clothes with saliva to make it easier for me to be swallowed, and just to savor me.

I wriggled a bit instinctively as I was tasted, pressing against the tongue with my hands as I tried to push it away a bit. It didn’t work, but thankfully Lucifer didn’t really feel like tormenting me like a hard candy tonight and I felt everything shift as he tilted his head back.

“Oof, here we go,” I mumbled to myself, bracing for the tight confines of the demons throat. Being swallowed probably felt like the worst thing about being eaten, finding it the most claustrophobic part of the entire experience. And, as I slipped to the back of his mouth and felt the tongue press against me in a rippling motion as he swallowed, I found it about as constricting as usual.

Wincing as the esophagus pressed against me on all sides, I heard Lucifer let out a pleased sigh over his purring, the demon teasing, “Nothing like tea and snacks at the end of a long day.”

“Oh, fuck off, you prick,” I exclaimed, elbowing the throat around me even as I slipped down past his heart and lungs. It wasn’t long before I found myself spilling into his stomach, which had a puddle at the bottom and the scent of… Earl Grey? I think. I wasn’t one for drinking anything other than peppermint or sweet iced tea, so my knowledge of leafy beverages was limited. Beyond that, it was too dark to see anything, but I knew if I summoned a light wisp that I’d be greeted with the sight of undulating crimson walls around me. A far more natural color compared to Mammons gold or Levi’s blue, but it was also a rather intimidating color given the instinctive connection to blood.

“Mmm, you know my brothers and I always love your spicy attitude, even if it contrasts your sweet flavor,” Lucifer hummed. There was a rhythmic thumping from the front of the stomach that I could only assume was him drumming his fingers against his chest in contentment.

“Yeah, yeah. Still don’t know how a person can be sweet, but whatever,” I leaned back against the stomach wall and crossed my arms, rolling my eyes at the weird compliment. Giving the wall in front of me a gentle kick, I asked, “Are you going to bed?”

“No. Unfortunately, despite Diavolo’s assurances that I need a break every now and then, paperwork needs to be filled. A night of signing reports may have led to a rather selfish bias in determining your punishment.”

“Got it.” So, he was using me to tide himself through the night without needing to get up and eat. Not the first time this has happened but it was usually a deal and not a punishment. Still, I relaxed further against the stomach wall, yawning for a moment and adding, “Well, I’m gonna try to catch some Z’s then. Can’t really do much and I guess my drawings will have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Yes, unfortunately they will. But, enjoy your sleep, Kat.”

I felt Lucifer straighten up in his seat and lean forward, hearing the faint shuffling of papers. Stretching a bit, the action elicited a few more purrs as I settled and began to doze.

[adelha-mathilde]

Merman Leviathan (Obey Me!) fic

content: Leviathan ends up being cursed to be a merman for a while. So Adelha is there to try and help with things at the HOL. Established relationships, casual talk, mention of trauma and emotional issues, romance fluff.

Things have been a little chaotic at the House of Lamentation. Since Leviathan ended up cursed. His physical form now that of a merman. So he is unable to do much gaming or moving around. Spending his first day as a merman trapped in Asmodeus' bathtub as Lucifer and their pact human kept Leviathan calm.

Satan and Mammon had asked for help from those at Purgatory Hall. With neither of the angels being able to help much. While Solomon chose to do nothing but observe. While Diavolo and Barbatos were unable to assist. So Diavolo asked for help from Adelha. Arranging for the dragon maiden to help.

Adelha was soon there in the pristine bathroom for Lucifer to linger by the bathtub as Leviathan tried to hide himself in the bathtub. Yet Adelha just sighed to step into the tub regardless of her clothes and sit across from Leviathan. Her gloved hands reaching out as she coaxed the shy otaku to her. "Oh sweetheart. Why would you feel you need to hide from me? Do you not want to come and give me my customary hug? That just will not do, sweetheart."

Leviathan looked conflicted as his tail slapped against the bottom of the bathtub. Looking very upset as he speaks with garbled words due to the razor sharp shark teeth he now had in his mouth. "But Addy... I'm all covered in slime and scales and my strength is more than I am used to. What if I hurt you?" Adelha shook her head to scoot herself over so she was able to wrap her arms around Leviathan and hug him tight to her. Making the merman shiver all over to lean into her frame and sniffle. Adelha hummed to gently snuggle Leviathan as close as possible so she might comfort him. "Such a considerate soul. So worried about what might happen to others over yourself. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to me, sweetheart. I am a water dragon type Fae. I am used to having my own scales and dwelling in slime coated sea beds. You won't hurt me in any way you cannot heal."

Lucifer watched with a smile as Leviathan started to cry and sob. His webbed hands soon gripping Adelha's dress in the back for the dress to rip slightly. Yet Adelha paid no heed to such as Leviathan walied and bawled into her shoulder. "This feels so terrible! I hate it! My entire body aches when I move! None of the seafood dishes Beel has made sit in my stomach! The water doesn't feel right on my scales and the air feels even worse! I want to go back to being me!"

Adelha gave Leviathan soft back rubs as she sighed while Leviathan cried. So she then looked to Lucifer to speak. "Lucifer. I offer my island sanctuary to take Leviathan to real ocean waters and fresh fish. You may bring along your brothers to stay in my cottage." Lucifer nods to then ask the obvious question. "Might you be thinking of joining Leviathan as a creature of the waves?"

Adelha nods for the sounds of ripping fabric to sound out. Leviathan stilling as ancient and powerful magic took to the surroundings. Until he gave a vehement shout of pure confusion when Adelha was no longer there. Instead, there was a rather small dragon laying under him in the bathtub. The dragon more the size of a tiger to have silver blue scales and extra long tail. The dragon soon giving a grumble of noise to then lean over and nuzzle Leviathan's face with love. Which had Leviathan whimper to ask, "Lucifer? Did Addy just change into an actual dragon for us? Am I dreaming?"

Lucifer chuckled to reach his hand out and gently touch over the dragon's side with a warm hum of amusement. "Yes. Adelha will stay with you in the water for as long as you stay a merman. While we stay in her cottage to tend to her puppies as her family runs her apothecary shop in the Devildom." Leviathan looked shocked to then close his eyes and cry a bit more. While the dragon moved with great care so as to support Leviathan's frame better and occasionally douse him with bath water. Leviathan openly sniffling to rub at his eyes with his webbed hands. "Lucifer... I can't believe this... Really?"

Adelha and Lucifer gave rich chuckles as Asmodeus walked into the bathroom to lead Beelzebub and Satan into the bathroom. Beelzebub and Satan in their swimming trunks for Beelzebub to have a wet blanket covered in runes. His smile warm as he tossed the wet blanket over Leviathan to then wrap him in it with the utmost care. Leaving Leviathan's lower half covered in magic sea water for Beelzebub to lift him up. Satan at Leviathan's tail end to wrap his tail better in the blanket. The blonde musing openly as he works. "Barbatos worked the runes so that they leak sea water from an ancient pool. So this sound help with the aches and feeling uncomfortable. Diavolo and Addy's guardians have worked a portal directly to her island sanctuary near Ireland so we may easily move out. There isn't any internet or electricity on the island right now due to a storm knocking the power out. But we will have a peaceful beachside vacation cottage and tons of fresh air. Or pure ocean water for you and Addy."

Asmodeus gave a happy squeal of pure delight to be currently gushing over Adelha's dragon form. The Avatar of Lust taking pictures to be all but vibrating in his shoes. "Just look at those scales! Addy! You are gorgeous, hon! I cannot believe you've been hiding this form on all of us for this entire time! And Levi! Oh my sweet big brother! You are going to love the beach! Addy has the most sublime island anywhere in the three realms! We're going to have so much fun!"

Lucifer sighed to then shake his head as Leviathan frowned at the flash that kept coming from Asmo's phone camera. But Beelzebub just held Leviathan all the closer as he and Satan moved to get them out of the bathroom. The Avatar of Gluttony doing his best not to jostle Leviathan as they moved him. "We love you so much, Leviathan. Don't worry. Addy's adopted father Eugene told me that we should just feed you sashimi. Since merpeople Fae tend to only eat raw fish. So I'm going to make that for you from now on."

Leviathan blinked to then shift so he could give Beelzebub a hug and sniffle. So Beelzebub hugged back as Satan kept Leviathan's tail from smacking anything. While Adelha took care to get out of the bathtub to stretch and get the kinks out with Lucifer beside her. The Avatar of Pride kneeling down to rub over her neck and face as several loud popping noises sounded out. Which made Asmodeus flinch to look deeply worried as he asked, "Oh damn. Addy? Please in the name of Diavolo tell me that wasn't you making all those hurting noises."

The dragon gave a heavy sigh as Lucifer shook his head. The demon explaining for the dragon with gentle words. "Shifting forms tends to mean that bones and muscles break and reform. It's not usually an instantaneous thing. Adelha does have the ability to make it almost instantaneous. But it takes a potent and huge amount of magic to do so. Hence why we already have Mammon and Simeon making a giant cauldron of soup on the beach. So Adelha will have an entire meal and a half to consume once we get there. Then we get to go clam diving with Leviathan and several local sea faring Fae."

Asmodeus gives a sigh to look a bit conflicted. "Here I was hoping to sit on the beach with our pact human for some tanning time. Ah well. I have always wanted to flirt with the local Fae around Addy's island. One of the Sirens tends to visit the same nightclubs that I do as of late."

[spideronthesun]

Writing Share Tag

Thank you for tagging me @illarian-rambling!

Rules: Share some writing!

Hmm, so I debated all morning which scene to share. And I decided to go with an ouija board one. Who doesn't love a brotherly bickering?

“You venture into abandoned houses, and yet a talking board is what you are afraid of?” “Look who’s talking! You freaked out when I was dressed up as a clown for one Halloween.” Danielius raised his voice. His arm waved through the air, like it was a balloon, and somebody had let the helium out of him. “They all float. They all float down here.” Adamas crossed his legs beneath the table and said, “In Robertas' defense, no one likes clowns. Plus, why are you messing with someone who was in the military before? Robertas frowned with his hand on his chin. “You jumped out of the closet at two in the morning. I banged my head on the nightstand while trying to turn the lights on.” Danielius jeered with his trademark belly whoops. “Not like you were asleep. Who stays up at night to watch slime videos, anyways?” “I had to check the closet for weeks. To make sure that you were not hiding in there.” Robertas snapped, his face darkening beneath his brown hair.  Puffing out his chest like a rooster in a henhouse, the teenager gave Robertas his hand. Danielius tilted his head and made a clicking noise with his tongue. Robertas placed their hands together on the pointer beneath his palm. “Let’s forget all these horror stories. No spirits are coming to haunt this house later.” “But what if they do?” Danielius wondered, his voice like a small boy’s. “Then how do we get them out of here?” “We will figure something out together. How bad can it be? There’s one ghost and five of us,” Robertas said, smiling at his brother, and gave a squeeze to his wrist, like their mother used to, when they went off into the mall. “Now, take a deep breath and think of the question.” Adamas sat still and asked the board. “What happened to you before you died?” The pointer fared from one letter to another. Electricity shot through Robertas’ fingers, and Danielius let out a small gasp of dismay. 

Tagging: @addomfarm @elsie-writes @mundanemoongirl @darkangel319 @amaiguri @melpomene-grey

[thethunder-tomylightning]

yes. i'm going. i'm doing it. my Official Ranking of All* VUKOVI Songs by How Much I Likeys Them

*i'm not including 17359, Verify Your Worth, or DEPARTURE cos they're more serving the album as a whole and don't stand too well as individual songs so it feels unfair. you may notice i excluded ATTENTION we'll get to that

NULA / Fall Better / VUKOVI / EPs

HADES: these first five NULA songs are the ones that really share the same spot but with how much this one's etched into my soul it had to take top prize. i like my women sinister

QUENCH: this one takes second because da swank. ok why'd i decide to do this i don't know how to describe music. it's swanky!

TAINTED: my normal taste is on the hardcore side and this tickles the innards just right on that one without screaming, ever. i thank janine so much for that

Gutless: also got da swank but summertime sweetness edition. knocked for being the same thing twice

LASSO: still got that grindy goodness if a little bit empty at times. probably the strongest & clearest messaging out of NULA (besides XX duh) which given how some of these tracks go i appreciate it

I'm Sorry: only song to make me cry like every time i hear it. i don't normally want that in my music but i must commend it.

SHADOW: i don't know how it's done, this has everything i'd normally knock but i love it to death. something about all its pieces fits together so well.

La Di Da: punky, spunky, powerful, with a chorus i can actually get behind. just not too frilly. i want a few frills.

Snakes & Ladders: this is the store-brand version of Gutless but specifically like sandwich cookies. only words i got for it.

All That Candy: personal points to this for being the first song i charter for clone hero & my brother adoring it. sister of La Di Da that doesn't wear deoderant

Run / Hide: wow ok. fuck do i say. my only thought is 'semipermeable membrane music'. does that mean it hits under the skin only a little bit? nothing's wrong with it really and it's on the right side of hard

Colour Me In: well it used to make me cry but i got better. apparently only the debut album's good at getting soppy, but this one's a lil confused

ATTENTION: same feeling as SHADOW for a lot of disparate parts making a banger of a whole. though it is two minutes and there's only one word. real good on handling those energy levels

KILL IT: a good bit awkward but not enough to slide into the Valley of Disappointment. already sounds like a dance remix so idk what was done for the actual dance remix

Behave: the first one to actually click in my head that it's abusive. but hot damn it's catchy. but hot damn i feel bad for liking it. ...and it is annoying in parts.

SLO: honestly the same as Behave in my head to me. it's probably actually better but i have a worse personal history with this one sorry

And He Lost His Mind: i don't know where the substance is but it's still pretty fun

These Ghosts Won't Let Me: i do like this one on the surface but when i penetrate it there's plywood. big energy level mismanagement, not much cuts through

I EXIST: FUCK dude i'm upset at this one. the messaging feels so mixed to me, the breakdown is great but i can't stand the rest, it fits the album so well but doesn't cut it on its own.

Aura: i only have a purely objective stance on this one, somehow, but it's another one that doesn't do much wrong. just don't like it too much.

Play With Me Cos I Can Take It: slime music. there are occasions i want to be slimy however

HURT: the same feeling as I EXIST but it toys with me even more. it Should be good but dear lord it plain is not

C.L.A.U.D.I.A: see i listen to this one regularly but for some reason whenever i try to remember it it's irritating. Huh

Schwagger: moldy but fun. why does she make puppy noises

Prey: poster child of the debut album to me. head-voice isn't too nice but like. it's fine. it's understandable. they tried their best. i can't be mad here.

XX: this one is far more an album song than a standalone song to me. it's been a while since i've heard pure girl-power third-wave rebel feminism but apparently i'm too trained on systemic nuances and gender diversity to like it in my music. i mean the whole album had that flavor but this one's blunt as an atom bomb

Target Practice: frankly this one's just suffering from overplay. i've heard it once a week for three years now. but it was my first VUKOVI song so i can't just abandon her

Thick Skinned: this is the most punk song they've done not for its content but for how it's somehow incredibly shittily good. i think it's gonna drive me insane after long enough so i'm downgrading it but on first listen it's just under Aura

Weirdo: same sort of opinion as Prey but just not as interesting

A Girl Called Jade: i listen to this regularly too but i should stop. repetition problem like most of the EPs but it's not even cool with it. and the fakeout ending was kinda mishandled

Where Are You: i can't remember this one for the life of me so it clearly isn't that good. but i do remember liking it. so here it stays

Vincible: the outro gets grating and the hollowness isn't Great, but it's servicible

Animal: yeah this is the chunk where it's all just boring. Animal i can at least groove to when i'm not paying attention but it's just. blah.

SAD: see this one should be called I EXIST cos fuck it sure does

Wander: lyrical nonsense that still manages to pull my heartstrings, but it's still worth only 5 cents in some jurisdictions and 10 cents in others

Get Hot and Feel the Butterflies: this is probably the one i'm most in love with janine's voice but i mean like. ain't much else.

Obsessions: there's like nothing here. still cute though

White Lies: what's a sugar pie

I'm Wired: well my dear greataunt had schizophrenia so i'm a bit defensive of it.

He Wants Me Not: ok we're done with the boring segment

So Long Gone: this is so generic i can hear it at the pharmacy connected to the department store. i'm not even on the woman's side either when i think i'm supposed to be. the post-chorus thing is interesting but really not suited to the song

Bouncy Castle: what the fuck is she actually saying. that's a usual complaint i have i know but this is exhaserbated to a comical level. i only know it's english from gut reaction. dead middle of Valley of Disappointment

Boy George: maybe there is actual value here but i keep hearing 'virgin poopie' and it just rips me out of it. personal failing

We Are Robots: narsty

Try Before You Buy (Use Your Sex): narstier

Part of Me: haven't heard this actually! somehow! i'll get to it but given the era these are from i have no idea how i'd react

conclusions: i've got favorites from most albums but the older they are the more iffy they get. except for ...BIWWYA apparently

[shadystarlightgentlemen]

Things my brother and I laughed at at 1am because we’re sleep deprived pt.1

“I think something bit me on my ass”

“My ass eat??”

“I think I’m gonna cry.” “Good.” “God?” “Worse.” “Jesus!”

“Is this up your ass?” “I wish.” “This is not the time to talk about your anal beads kink.”

“July 24th, 2005.” “Prediction prediction prediction.”

“You know who’s pregnant? Not me.” “Not me!”

*my little brother trying to talk about an elaborate story of my big brothers clowns fucking* “Gay sex. Gay sex. Gay sex. Gay sex.” -my big brother”

“He blocked me for sending him Monty (Montgomery gator) inflation porn.”

“Are you hallucinating spiders as women?” “How dare spiders be woman?! Keep you woman things to yourself. Keep your lady hugs over there, woman!”

“Spiders are just eight legged boners.”

*my big brother showing me Monty gator inflation porn* “hungry hungry hippo. Is he pregnant?”“I’m in Spain without the s. Go on ask.” “I screamed without the s.”

*moves the pride flag* *my big brother staring at me like a lemur*

*my big brother plays cbat on a slime game* “did you like that on my slimelaphone”

*my big brother scootches over to me on the floor* “how y’a doin’?”

*my big brother looming over my my iPad and laughs at this post*

*i stub my toe and hit my head* “venusaur I choose you!” *my big brother hits me over the head with the card*

“I just whipped you with a purple noodle. If you were a cross sans simp, you’d be excited.”

“Get your bulbous toes off my charging cord.” “Leave me and my exploding toes out of this!”

“I really wanna bit your knee right now.” “You can if you want, just don’t hurt me. Oh wait, hey bro, you wanna have a bite? Nah I’m good.” *does the neerooom from that one tiktok*

*bites my lip* “refreshing”

“I freaked out cause I thought something fell and hit my toe, but it was just your toe slowly inching it’s way across the hardwood floor.” “Their gonna getcha! Their gonna getcha!” *inches my foot closer to my big brothers like a worm*

[theazkabandreamer]

Bedside Chats and Exploding Snap

It had been a day since Ginny’s ordeal in the Chamber of Secrets. Madam Pomfrey had insisted that she be kept in the Hospital Wing for observation and rest.

Her brothers had visited her in the morning. Percy apologised to her repeatedly whilst Fred and George were kicked out for making too much noise and Madam Pomfrey confiscated the toilet seat that they intended to give her.

Ron had visited her as well with Hermione Granger who told her that she didn’t blame Ginny in the slightest for her petrification and that she was glad that Ginny was safe. Ron was over the moon to see that Ginny was okay, but Ginny didn’t want to discuss what happened to her in the Chamber of Secrets.

Ginny turned bright red when Harry came to visit her that evening. He was no longer covered in blood and slime and his bright green eyes were looking at her with concern. With shaking hands, Ginny set down her mug of hot chocolate, in case she spilt it all over herself.

“Hi, Ginny,” Harry said, shuffling his feet awkwardly. “Er- how are you doing?”

Ginny tried to tell him that she was fine, but somehow her voice didn’t work due to the intense feeling of butterflies that were bouncing around her stomach at the sight of Harry. So she cleared her throat.

“I’m fine thanks, Harry,” she said, her voice louder than usual. “A-a lot more relaxed now that I know I’m not going to be expelled and Professor McGonagall said she would help me catch up with all the work I've missed.”

Harry smiled, feeling relieved that Ginny was doing a lot better. He couldn’t get the image of her lying unconscious on the floor of the Chamber of Secrets out of his head.

Ginny couldn’t help marvelling at how green Harry’s eyes were - Green like a fresh pickled toad -  They were like glistening emeralds behind his glasses and Ginny felt as if she could look at them all day.

But Harry noticed her looking and Ginny felt herself blush again and Harry smiled at her. She wished she would stop doing that. If only she could have a normal conversation with Harry without looking like a complete fool.

But then again, why would he want to talk to someone like her? Especially after what she had put him through this year. He would probably be interested in someone like Hermione Granger. Guilt bubbled up in her like boiling wax.

“Harry, I’m sorry for everything that’s happened to you this year,” Ginny said, looking Harry determinedly in the eye. “Being accused of attacking Mrs Norris, everyone thinking that you were the Heir of Slytherin.”

“It’s not your fault, Ginny,” Harry said at once. “I don’t blame you, and you had no idea what that diary was capable of. Riddle forced you to do all that stuff, and you weren’t the first person he tricked. As Dumbledore said: Older and wiser wizards had been hoodwinked by Voldemort.”

Ginny flinched at the name, but couldn’t help but feel admiration for him for having the guts to say the name out loud. His courage was what she needed and she vowed to be as brave as Harry so that she would be strong enough and that no one would ever take advantage of her again as Tom Riddle did.

Ginny was overwhelmed with gratitude for Harry’s heroic actions. He was far braver than that fraud Lockhart who she disliked for always making Harry feel uncomfortable all the time by making him the centre of attention.

She wanted to express her gratitude to him, but she was afraid of making a fool of herself. But a voice in her head that sounded like her mother’s reminded her that Harry had never laughed at her whenever she got clumsy around him. He had always been nice and he would never ridicule her.

So she forced down her fear.

“H-Harry,” she said nervously. “Thank you… thank you for… for saving my life.”

She smiled at Harry and Harry smiled back, looking slightly embarrassed.

“I couldn’t have done it without Ron,” he said. “He was worried about you. All of your brothers were. It was miserable in the common room when you were down in the Chamber of Secrets. They were talking about closing the school and we had to do something. Ron never gave up hope that you were still alive.”

“My brothers wouldn’t leave me alone this morning,” Ginny said. “Madam Pomfrey had to get Percy to leave and she confiscated the gift Fred and George sent me.”

“It wasn’t a toilet seat by any chance?” Harry asked dubiously and Ginny nodded. “That’s what they got me last year when I was in here.”

Ginny giggled.

“You should take that as a compliment,” she said with a small smile. “Not everyone gets a toilet seat from Fred and George. Only family.”

Harry’s eyes looked brighter than usual and Ginny’s smile widened. Harry was pleased to see Ginny smiling again after her terrible year.

He remembered how upset she looked on Valentine’s Day when Draco Malfoy had taunted her over that singing valentine. Harry had found it embarrassing at first and it didn’t help that Fred and George kept singing it repeatedly in the Gryffindor common room, but it had started to grow on him and thinking back on it, he felt quite touched.

“Malfoy was wrong,” Harry said, and Ginny gave him a quizzical look. “Malfoy was wrong when he told you that I didn’t like your singing Valentine very much. I-I do like it.”

Ginny’s face turned bright red again and she was wearing a large smile as happiness swelled up inside her like a balloon. Harry was pleased to see her look so happy and there was a pink tint to his cheeks as he smiled back at her.

Just then, Madam Pomfrey came bustling in to check up on Ginny. She insisted on checking up on Harry as well, but Harry insisted that he was fine, but Madam Pomfrey made him a hot chocolate anyway.

Harry sat with Ginny and both of them were in contented silence as they drank their hot chocolate.

“Do you want to play Exploding Snap?” Harry asked, taking out a pack of cards.

“O-okay,” Ginny said, a sly smile creeping on her face. “But just so you know, I’m quite good at it. I think I might give you a run for your money.”

“That’s okay,” Harry said with a grin of his own. ”I’d love the challenge.”

They spent the next hour playing Exploding Snap, and Ginny was very good at it. Harry had to up his game.

Their laughter echoed throughout the Hospital Wing and Madam Pomfrey heard them from her office. It was nice to hear Miss Weasley having fun for once. She should tell Mr Potter to leave, but she decided to let them continue with their game.

As Dumbledore had told her many years before; sometimes, laughter was the greatest medicine.

For the first time since arriving, Ginny was truly happy at Hogwarts. Maybe - just maybe – Harry would like her the way she liked him. But for now, she was content to play Exploding Snap with him. She was just over the moon that she got to talk to Harry without looking like a complete fool.

[disasterofastory]

Loneliness (Harald x Reader)

Loneliness Harald x Reader Warnings: age difference. smut

After so many heartbreaks King Harald feels lonely, and he desires your company.

When you first met with the king, he was just an Earl with big dreams and unfulfilled love. The ink on his face was freshly made, and his hair was longer with neat braids and decorations. He was loud and ambitious, and his name was well known among the Vikings. Little boys wanted to be like him, and young women competed for his attention.

You tried to squeeze yourself among the drunk men with the still-warm loaves of bread in your hands. You stopped counting how many times they stepped on your leg till you reached the long table full of drinks and food. You murmured something under your nose heatedly when somebody pushed you without looking back. Your eyes followed the big man till he disappeared in the crowd while you placed down the basket on the table. You were so focused on the rude stranger that you didn't notice the brothers in front of you, who just smiled at your angry face. You were barely thirteen. Your expression was as threatening for them as a mouse in a barn. “Hey girl!” You almost gave yourself whiplash as you turn around to the way of the deep voice. Harald leaned over the table to hear you better. His hair fell over his shoulder, and his eyes were hazy from the alcohol he drank. “What are you doing here?” He asked when your widened eyes find his sitting figure before you. “It’s too late for a little girl like you.” His voice was mocking, but despite the racket around the Great Hall, you heard the worry in his words. “My mother sent me with fresh bread,” you answered, raising the basket for proof. Your quiet voice almost got lost in the noise around you. You needed to step closer to the table before somebody pumped into you again. “Take this,” he said, reaching out to you with an apple in his hand. “And go home.” “Thank you,” you replied, accepting the red fruit in hurry. You knew Harald as a trickster, and you didn’t want to be at the end of his plays. You grabbed the apple from his fingers and turned around to escape from the Hall.

This was the first time you talked to Harald but not the last. As you grew, your mother gave you more and more responsibility and tasks around the bakery.

The basket in your hand is warm and heavy because of the freshly baked goods. Their scent tickles your nose, and your stomach growls from hunger. The loud noise heats up your face, and you are grateful for the Hall’s emptiness. You hear noises in the background, but you are the only one in the Hall. The room is still cold due to the lack of fire, but a part of the long table is ready for the king's breakfast. The only thing that is missing is the small basket in your hands. You place it down among the other things, uncovering it before you turn around to continue your day. “Y/N,” you hear your name behind you. “You are in time as always,” King Harald says as you look back at him. His smile is gentle as he looks at you, sitting down at the table. “As always, my King,” you answer to him with a small bow. Your relationship with the Viking became almost friendly as the years went by. You never talked much, but he always made sure you know about his gratitude. “How is your mother?” He asks you, drinking from his cup. “She is better,” you answer, stepping closer. “I can manage the bakery, so she has time to rest and heal.” “If somebody gives you a hard time, please tell me,” he replies. “Sit,” he orders you, pointing at the chair before him. “I shouldn’t, my King,” you try to reject his offer as politely as possible, but your words are useless. “Please,” he says stubbornly, and with a suppressed sigh, you sit down in front of him. “I’m sure you have a lot of things to do, and you need energy,” he continues, loading a plate for you with food. “Thank you,” you reply quietly, starting to eat. You don’t want to be on the king's bad side, so if you have to spend a morning with him, so be it. You don’t talk much, but you notice some things on Harald. Like his tired eyes or the grey hairs on his beard and hunched posture as he eats. You fidget in your seat as you try to suppress your questions. “Are you okay, my King?” You ask him after a while, hoping you don’t offend him with your curiosity. “The night was too long, and the morning is too cold,” he says, and you understand his hint. You are probably not the person, he wants to talk about his problems, and it’s understandable. “Thank you for the breakfast, my King,” you tell him when you are done. “I hope your day will be better.” “Thank you, Y/N,” he smiles up at you from his seat, watching you leave the Great Hall.

You meet with the Viking next time while you arrange everything on your small stall at the market. You are so busy getting everything ready you don’t even notice the man first. “Everything smells delicious,” he says, and you almost jump at the sudden voice. “My King,” you greet him, placing your hand on your chest to stop your rapidly beating heart. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he apologizes with a gentle slime. “It’s nothing,” you shake your head, continuing with your tasks. “Can I help you with something?” “I would really like an apple pie,” he says, nodding to the pastries. “I can’t think of anything else for days now,” he continues, and his smile becomes cheeky as you chuckle at his words. Harald always knows his way with words. “Flattery will get you everywhere, my King” you answer, packing a small basket to give it to him. The coins he places in your cold hands for exchange feel too heavy, and as you see their worth, you almost drop them. “It’s too much,” you tell him, panicked. You try to give them back to him, but he steps out of your way. “It’s yours, Y/N,” he says. “You deserve it.” “Thank you,” you answer, placing the coins in your pocket. “But I should give you something else too,” you insist before the man could continue his way around the market. “Bring more pie for dinner, and we will be even,” he says in the end, seeing your stubbornness.

The sun starts to disappear from the gloomy sky as you make your way to the Great Hall. It seems empty as you step into the building. The fire’s warmth reaches you at the entrance, and you sigh at the pleasant feeling. “Y/N,” Harald says your name, standing up from behind the flames. He wears a simple tunic. His coat lays on his throne under his crown. A brown belt hangs loosely on his waist with daggers. “My King,” you greet him, smiling. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” “No, you are not,” he says. “Come, sit with me a little bit.” You try to hide your surprise at the invitation as you move closer to sit next to him. You place down your basket between you two before you free yourself from the coat around your shoulder. “They smell delicious,” he says, looking down at the fabric-covered sweets. “I hope they are delicious too,” you answer. “Thank you,” you continue when he gives you a cup of ale. The liquid warms you up after a few sips. “We will find out soon,” he says, grabbing a slice. Before you know, you sit next to the king, eating and drinking at the fire’s warm embrace. He tells you about his day, about the annoying Earls and problems he dealt with. He asks you about your family and your duties. “You never wanted to be a shieldmaiden?” He asks you. “I thought about it, but I’m not talented,” you answer. “My brothers are in your army, and seeing my clumsiness with swords, it was clear that I should stay in the bakery.” “I hope you don’t take it as an offense, but I’m lucky,” he replies, biting into the next slice. The red juice of the fruit runs down on his fingers. “But I could teach you,” he says, and when he sees your confusion, he continues. “Even if you won’t become a warrior, you should know how to protect yourself.” “I’m sure you have more important things to do, my King,” you answer, surprised. “But I want to,” he insists. “I would really like to spend more time with you.” “Why?” You ask him. Your hand freezes in mid-air as you raised it to drink. “I find your company pleasant, Y/N,” he answers, looking into your eyes. “I understand if you don’t want to. I’m sure you have many suitors you can spend your time with, and I don’t want anything from you, just your company.” “I-I can do that,” you nod, still shocked.

Soon you find yourself at the sparring field with King Harald. His moves are still fast and strong. He helps you with your posture and the way you should use the small dagger he gave you. He comments on your every move and step. “It will be good enough,” he says. “I saw clumsier men on the battlefield before.” “They are dead, aren’t they?” “Yes,” he says after a short pause, and you can’t help but laugh. “Okay, then the battlefield is still not on the list.” “It’s fine,” he says, moving your arm to the right way. “A baker is as important in a village as a blacksmith or a warrior." The night comes without your noticing. The air gets colder, and you have to focus to see through the darkness. “We should finish for today,” he says. “I hope I didn’t keep you away from your duties.” “No,” you answer, shaking your head. “I should thank you. You helped me a lot today.”

King Harald becomes a part of your days. You have breakfast with him when you bring fresh bread to the Great Hall, and when you are finished with your tasks, he helps you with your fighting skills, or you just join him for dinner. Harald opens up to you slowly. He talks about his problems, his insecurities, and he always kisses your hand when you tell him something to cheer him up. You feel sorry for him often. Despite his title and his village’s love for him, he seems lonely under the weight of being a king. There are nights when he is quiet and crestfallen, and the only thing you can do is sit next to him, listening to his words as he pours his heart out. Other times he is cheerful and loud, he makes you laugh till you can’t breathe. The only thing he does without your consent is giving you gifts and too much coin for your baked goods. “I can’t accept it, my King,” you tell him. Your eyes widen as you look over at the beautiful dress. The red fabric is soft and neatly decorated, totally different from what you usually wear. “Of course you can,” Harald replies, pushing the dress into your arms. “I don’t know how to repay this." “Come to the feast tonight,” he says. “That’s the only thing I want.” “Okay,” you nod repeatedly. How could you say no after that dress?

Your mother almost jumps out of her bed when she hears your news. She got better, but you still insist she has to rest. The winter will be cold, and you don’t want her to get sick again. She needs her strength. You bathe before you get ready for the feast. Your mother helps you with your hair and gives you her prettiest furs to cover yourself from the cold night. “If something goes wrong, don’t forget your brothers will be there too,” she says. “Of course, mother,” you smile at her, kissing her cheek as a goodbye. The Great Hall is crowded upon your arrival. The music mixes with shouts and laughter as you enter the building. Women and men dance around the fire while others remain busy with their food. You see your brothers speaking with a few shieldmaidens, and soon you join your friends. Your focus turns to the king’s table after a while. You see a few strangers with women on their sides while Harald nods and hums as they speak. Your eyes meet for a second. The shine in his eyes is nowhere, and his posture is hunched again. You bite into your lip. You want to go to him, to free him from his misery, or at least cheer him up, but you don’t know what he would say. As if reading your mind, he nods with a tired smile. You excuse yourself from your friends to make your way to the table. He opens his arm when you are close enough, and you understand what he wants to do. Harald, besides his success on the battlefield, is well known for his unfortunate love life. “Hey,” you greet him quietly, letting him lead you to his lap. His arms warm you up as you sit down on him sideways. His smile is brighter as he squeezes you as a greeting. You can feel the eyes on you, which makes you uncomfortable. Your fingers fidget with one of the silver decors on your dress. Sensing your discomfort, he looks over to the others with a stoic expression. The man who makes you laugh or leans onto you for support becomes a king in front of your eyes. His posture straightens, and his arm around you tightens. “How do you like the feast?” He asks you quietly. “It’s… loud,” you answer meekly, and he laughs at your answer. “It is, isn’t it?” He asks back, looking around the Hall. The dim light illuminates the crown on his head. “Would you like to retrieve?” He asks you, and after your nod, he stands up with you still in his arms. The Hall erupt in cheers, seeing their king with a woman on his side. Harald gives them what they want and plays along while you need every strength of yours to not laugh at him. His smile is jovial as he looks at you, placing his arm around your waist before you disappear in the corridors. His room is ready for his arrival. The dim light from the fire illuminates the furniture. A big, dark brown pelt lays before the fire with two sofas, and the bed is full of pillows and blankets. You can still hear the ruckus behind the closed door. “Are you okay?” You ask him, turning your head to him as you move to the sofas to sit down. You are not cold, thanks for the ale, but the fireplace’s warmth feels pleasant around you. “Better, now that you are here,” he says cheekily, moving to the other sofa next to you. He sits down, leaning back to the backrest with a sigh. “Did you have a good time?” “Yes,” you nod, smiling. You pull your legs under you, turning to him. Your dress’s color is more vivid under the fire’s light. “It was fun, but I couldn’t do it often.” “You can if you drink enough,” he says, raising his cup. “That’s the secret?” “It’s worked for me so far,” he replies with a shrug, drinking from his ale. For a minute, you just stare at him, and with a shrug, you reach out to his cup to pour yourself from the pitcher. You sit next to each other silently, looking into the flames, sharing a cup till your face starts to heat up from the alcohol. You are definitely not drunk but not sober either. You feel hot and the world around you a little bit hazy, but you feel good. Maybe a little bit sleepy. “You should go home,” Harald says with a small smile. He enjoys your relaxed form and closing eyelids. “I will escort you home.” “ ‘m fine,” you murmur, and he laughs at your state. “C’mon,” he says, standing up from his seat to help you up. You lean to his body till he has to support your whole weight on his chest. He moves his arms around you, stepping closer and closer to his bed without dropping you. “Sleep,” he says, leaning above you when you are on the bed, under the warm covers. “Stay,” you tell him, pulling on his arm. “I don’t want to be alone while everyone is out there,” you glance at the door then up to the man, who just nods. He lays down next to you on the other end of the bed. He feels uncomfortable in his clothes, but the alcohol in his system and your warmth help him falling asleep while the Great Hall is still rowdy.

The morning comes with bad weather. You snuggle deeper under the covers and to the body beside you. You freeze when you feel an arm around you tightening, and even your breath stops for a few seconds. You slowly move to look up at the sleeping man. Harald’s face is relaxed, and his chest moves up and down at a steady pace. You know you should get up before he wakes but every fiber of your body beg to stay and enjoy the peace. The room is dark. The only source of light is the thin gaps on the walls. Everything feels cold, and you pull on the furs to cover yourself more. You feel contentment, lying next to the king. Guided by a sudden thought, you move your hand on the man’s chest. For a few seconds, you just enjoy the feel of his breathing. You bite into your lip, considering your next move. What if he rejects you? What if you lose him as a friend? He needs somebody who doesn’t want anything from him, and you don’t want him to lose it. “Good morning,” His deep voice shakes you up from your thoughts. Your eyes jump up from his chest to his sleepy eyes. A small, content smile forms on his lips, seeing you next to him.

The air around you gets hot as you stare at each other. Harald's arm around you tightens, and you forget to breathe as you move to straddle him. The pelts that surround you still give you warmth however his body would be enough to keep you safe from the cold. His hands find your thighs, and you support yourself on his chest. You stare at him, unblinking, searching for any hint of rejection. When you can’t find any, you lean closer to him till your breaths mix together. His lips are soft and warm as you make the first move and kiss him. His fingers grab your thighs stronger, raising his head from the pillows to keep your lips on his. One of his hands finds your hair, keeping you close to him. Your whole body pressed to his, and you still feel unsatisfied. You need more.

Much more.

You straighten up on his lap. With hurried movements, you reach behind you to lose the laces on your dress. Harald sits up, helping you with your task. The soft fabric almost tears under your touches. As you get free from the dress, the red fabric falls around your waist. A moan leaves your mouth when Harald licks one of your breasts. His tongue is hot on your skin, and you have to grab his shoulders to steady yourself. Your head falls back from the pleasure while your hips start to move above his erection without your control. “My King,” you whimper when his lips move to your other breast. While one of his hands is still holding your thigh, the other one slides lower until he reaches your ass. His fingers sink into your soft flesh, encouraging you to move more on him. “Harald,” you speak up again, impatiently. He bites your nipple, kissing up on your chest to your neck. “What do you want?” He asks you with a cheeky smile. His eyes shine with mischief, and his voice is hoarse from the need. You pull up your dress till the whole thing is around your waist. Your skin is soft and heated as his hands grip your hips. He plays with your flesh, enjoying you between his arms. You pull on his tunic, so he gets rid of it, and he reaches out to you again as if you could disappear in any minute. His chest is inked, and you caress the muscles under your palm while he frees his cock. You can feel his length against your thigh. “Don’t tease me,” you snap at him between whimpers when he moves his cock up and down on your clothed cunt. “Then get what you want,” he says arrogantly, laying back down on the bed. He places his arm under his head, enjoying the view. “You are a wicked king,” you tell him accusingly, and he chuckles at your reaction but doesn’t move to help you out. So you take the control into your own hands. Literally. You push your panties aside, while with your other hand, you grab the base of his cock to place it at your entrance. Your thighs shake as you lower yourself on him. “Good girl,” he sighs, bewitched. He watches his cock disappear in you without blinking, and he could swear to the Gods this is the most beautiful thing he ever saw. You are warm and slick around him, and as soon as you start to move, he can feel your tightness too. Your nails sink into his chest as you brace yourself while your hips move on their own accord. His hands find their place on your jumping breasts, squeezing and massaging them. Moans and mewls leave your parted lips, looking down at the man under you. “I need more,” you tell him when you can’t speed upon him the way you want. He almost laughs at your needy expression with pouted lips and begging eyes. Leaving your breasts, he moves his hand on your hips to steady you for what comes next. Your weight leans on your knees, and it’s his turn to pound into you. Placing his legs to support himself on the bed, he finds the right way to push his cock into you. You are sure you will have bruises from his grip as he starts to move faster and faster into your helpless body. His muscles are tense under your palm, and your breasts jump up and down before his dark eyes. “Harald,” you scream his name as you reach your peak. Your whole body falls on his while he still pushes into you with such a force you almost shout from fear he will tear your apart. His lower body is in the midair when he cums in you. He keeps you on him fully while his chest rumbles with a low growl. You are still on him when he relaxes on the bed. His seed leaks out of you, but none of you move to get clean. Harald's breathing is quick under your head, and your heart is still ready to jump out of your chest. “I could wake up for this every morning,” he says after a while. His fingers caress your naked back, and he kisses your shoulder every now and then. “I have a few ideas what we could do,” you say cheekily, moving to look at his eyes. “You will be the death of me,” he sighs, pecking your lips. “But what a way to go.”

[fluffykitteninabox]

I like ASMR

I like obey me

So here's some HC about what type of asmr the demon brothers would listen to (also known as me projecting my personal preferences onto my favourite characters):

Lucifer

Soft whispers and mouth sounds in general. Watches anything that's labelled as "brain massage". Paper and wood sounds. Room ambience like rain hitting the windows and fire crackling. Surprisingly it doesn't really make him sleepy but he likes to have something as a background noise when he's doing paperwork (also he likes the tingles).

Mammon

Gentle but fast paced tapping. Scratching on different surfaces. Likes loads of different sounds but he can't listen to the same thing for too long.  Fidget toys, kinetic sand and slime. Colour reveal soap cutting (only colour reveal soap cutting)

Watches anything that's tagged #asmr for people with adhd

Or #asmr for people with short attention span

Surprisingly, art restoration videos (or any item restoration asmr really. It satisfies his sin somehow because he gets to see the once valuable items return to their former glory)

Leviathan

Anything that involves water or liquid sounds in general. Ice.... MINECRAFT ASMR!!! Gentle tapping on glass or metal. soft and slow asmr. Anything that involves Fidget toys of course. (He and Mammon watch those types of videos together sometimes) If he finds a video that he likes a lot he WILL brake the replay button. Asmr roleplay but only if the scenario is interesting. He struggles trying not to fall asleep with the roleplay videos though because he wants to listen till the end. He has actually made some asmr let's plays on his DevilTube channel as well. (He doesn't get the opportunity to do it often though, because the HOL is rarely silent)

Also he is the one that introduced the rest of the family to asmr

Satan

Writing on paper or sketching, scratching and tapping (but mostly scratching) sounds on wood. Cat asmr!! (Cats eating, cats meowing, cat spa videos). Reading in a soft whispery voice. (But if the book isn't to his taste he won't watch the video)

Asmo got him into soap and wax carving.

Keyboard typing. Levi got him into that accidentally because they were researching for a school project once and Levi was typing on the keyboard and Satan was already tired from the rest of the day's happenings, so he almost fell asleep.

Asmr roleplay but again only if the scenario is interesting.

Asmodeus

Perfume/mist spraying, stroking and scratching different types of fabric. Feathers and brushes directly stroking the microphone (I have no idea if this has a name but I've seen it in videos). Soap cutting and crushing. Foam...just foam in general!  Hair brushing and cutting.

He likes art restoration too, Mammon introduced him to it. But he doesn't like other restorations because he doesn't like the sound the metallic tools make. But art restoration is nice, and he gets to look at a beautiful painting at the end.

Beelzebub

Crunchy dry sounds like potato chips being crushed, or those weird videos where people put different kinds of things in shredder machines. Likes the ones with cute animals involved like those with turtles trying to eat strawberries and lettuce. He and Levi once spent a full hour replaying the same video of a duck drinking ice water. They both looked so hypnotised by it that no one spoke or even came close to them until they moved on their own.

Belphegor

Soft whispers and slow tapping. Surprisingly hair brushing. Asmo tried to style his hair once and he really liked how gentle he was with the brush, so he tries to recreate the feeling by listening to hair brushing asmr. It's not the same as the real thing though.

Asmr roleplay (doesn't really care what the scenario is, in fact he even listens to asmr in different languages that he doesn't understand. All he cares about is how many tingles he gets and how fast it can put him to sleep. His favourite ASMRtist is Beel of course! Whenever he's eating something crunchy he'll go sit next to him so he can listen to real life asmr. He doesn't even care if there's crumbs all over him afterwards.

[unrelatabledude]

THE GREAT OC ROUND UP!!!!

I might make this two parts orz because of the images but i finally!! got some basic stuff down about my most important ocs. Trust me, I could post the huge group pics too but i Wouldn't have Anything to Say about them!!

LETS GO

NAME: Ryouichi Tenma

AGE: Early Twenties

HEIGHT: 154cm

VIBE: Sleepy, plant obsessed, loves monsters and ghosts and especially Slime. Off-putting and shy, but very sweet. 

LIKES: Mold, fungi and carnivorous plants. Building terrariums and aquariums. Pixel art, cryptids and ghost stories. Frogs, snails and moths.

DISLIKES: Public bathrooms, loud noises. The smell of bleach.

SUMMARY:

Ryoutan started out as a Dangan Ronpa OC, a reserve student who would be thought to be the mastermind alongside his talented twin sister. Overtime, he’s morphed to be less angry and more strange. Ryou lives slowly and relaxed. He suffers from insomnia and reads ghost stories to make himself more okay with what could be creeping in the dark. Ryou is a fat, gay trans man, and has had trouble fitting in at school leading to some really unpleasant phobias. Ryou is probably my oldest OC and he means so much to me. He has been in more AUs than I can count and I refuse to stop <3. Ryou is the ambient man u need in ur life.

NAME: Setsuna Tenma

AGE: Early Twenties

HEIGHT: 156cm

VIBE: Punk rock, standoffish. Knows how to play the piano surprisingly well.

LIKES: Rollerblading, fighting games and sports like baseball and MMA. Cats, Ren fairs. Streams frequently.

DISLIKES: Overlyfriendly people (especially men). Cold weather. 

SUMMARY:

Setsuna started out as Ryouichi’s sister in a Dangan Ronpa killing game. She was the SHSL Astrologer. Now, her backstory has her as an old child star who quickly began to resent the fame. By the time she was in high school, Setsuna would begin getting into physical fights to protect her brother, and ended her career on her own terms. As she's grown up, she enjoys playing fighting games professionally, and rollerblading. Setsuna at her core is an extremely guarded person, believing she hurt her best friend via her own search for recognition in society. She loves deeply, but has a thick prickly outer shell that few can breach. She yearns for someone to hold her, and finds it easier to interact with people who are seemingly oblivious to her resting bitch face and sardonic humor. Setsuna is a bisexual cis woman.

NAME: Ciaran 

AGE: 19-20

HEIGHT: 175cm

VIBE: Repressed Catholic Demon. Anxious and overbearing.

LIKES: The routine of cleaning, the sensation of soft silk. Choir Music. Photography and sewing

DISLIKES: Cramped, dark spaces. The smell of dirt.

SUMMARY:

Ciaran was my second DnD character, but the first I really got attached to. A tiefling abandoned by his mother to a church that hated him, Ciaran’s life has been nothing but heartache and confusion. He serves a deity named the All-Father and has committed acts under duress to serve this deity. He’s pious, and a goody-two shoes, and his arc relies heavily on him exploring himself and breaking out of that cult mentality. Essentially a brainwashed Catholic raised in a magic cult compound, Ciaran is ill equipped to interact with the world in a healthy way. Almost as if someone wants him to end his pilgrimage to explore the world knowing he would stay by the church till the end. Haha, but he wouldn't be the target of manipulation…. Would he?

Ciaran is a transmasc bi guy. His gender is complicated.

NAME: Sorrel(-Sprouted-From-Spring) Augustine

AGE: 19-21

HEIGHT: 155 cm

VIBE: Runway princess. Rough around the edges and mysterious.

LIKES: Warm paths, chocolate. Being on the beach, sailing and fencing. 

DISLIKES: Nudity, slimy feeling things. The smell of incense. The taste of blood.

SUMMARY:

Imagine being sold on the idea of Divine Rights for Kings, in a world where being king means magical control equal to nuclear power. Then imagine that sense of superiority being taken away from you when you realize you will never get it, you’re gay as fuck, you’re about to be married to the worst man you know. I mean, then the only sensible option is to confront your fiance and try to leave right? 

In doing that, Sorrel left her kingdom disfigured and cursed to become a horrible monster, now set to be a dungeon crawler in hopes of ridding herself of her fiance’s influence. Originally a Dungeon Bitchs PC (Runaway Princess), Sorrel is now my main ttrpg character in a Heart campaign (Witch with Deadwalker flavoring). 

NAME: Jun Swiftriver

AGE: Mid Twenties

HEIGHT: 178cm

VIBE: A person who has nothing left to lose. Steals everything, gives nothing.

LIKES: Shiny baubles, hot meals. Jewelry, good fabric. The feeling of a feather pillow. The sensation of water on his skin.

DISLIKES: The smell of alcohol. Flames and ash. 

SUMMARY:

Jun started life out as a DnD concept. A water genasi who grew up as an unloved child in a noble family. When the common people finally took out his father and stepmother in an awful house fire Jun took it as a sign to be exactly what he wanted to be and form a new identity. Unfortunately, living completely destitute limited his options. Today, Jun has sold everything he can and stolen everything not nailed down. He’s the traveling companion of a scholar and relearning how to interact with others from a lifetime of being put down and isolated. Jun is a gay trans man.

NAME: Toulouse

AGE: 18-19

HEIGHT: 178 cm

VIBE: Clown!! Mime!! Jester!! Contortionist!! Don’t look behind you teehee!!!!!!

LIKES: Puppets!! Colors!! Aerobatics!! Gymnastics!! Stuffed animals!!! Real animals!! 

DISLIKES: Getting hurt :<!! Beetroot :<!! Sweeping!!!!!!!!

SUMMARY:

Toulouse is a creepy pasta concept come to life. Found by a traveling circus, Toulouse was unable to speak and couldn’t give himself a name. They decided to name him after the city they found him- Toulouse. Still mostly mute, Toulouse works as an acrobat, clown and contortionist for the circus. The catch being that the circus imbues its workers with magic, and it manifested in Toulouse a strong regenerative ability. Toulouse is a clown that simply cannot die. 

NAME: Vesper

AGE: 25

HEIGHT: 174cm

VIBE: God’s perfect little jester. Mean, off putting and pathetic.

LIKES: The sea, antique dolls, the smell of newspaper. Scarves and coats (bulky)

DISLIKES: Gore, braids, heights, tight spaces. Being Ignored.

SUMMARY:

A Magnus archives oc. Vesper was a mean girl until he transitioned at uni. During this time, he realised that for longer and longer periods he would literally be invisible to everyone, and that he wasn’t just being shunned. Eventually, Vesper spent 2 years being invisible to all of society. A chance meeting with a former victim- someone who could see him and someone experiencing similar changes and powers- set him on the path to discover more about Entities. Now, Ves is a pain in the ass to everyone, and constantly on the lookout. Think about him as the guy whose being infected with every disease at once, so none of them can get to him first. Still able to become invisible and spirited others away into fog.

NAME: Kjell Thorngren

AGE: 2000+ (Elf) Around 40-50 (Human)

HEIGHT: 196cm

VIBE: Sickly sweet incense, a smile that doesn’t reach the eye. I hate you for what you did, and I miss you like a little kid.

LIKES: Old books, cracking codes. The smell of snow and summer.

DISLIKES: Loss of control, dirt. The thought and feeling of pain.

SUMMARY:

Kjell is the enigmatic leader of Ciaran’s church. He takes in orphaned boys and raises them in the far north. His church is in a strange pocket of spring in a region that always snows. Kjell worships a fringe god, The All-Father, a parasitic vine god that has infested his old friend. Many of the boys are unaware of it’s true form, and are forced to participate in ritual sacrifice to it. Kjell is ego-driven, rude and considers himself superior to everyone around him. Deep inside, he feels deeply inadequate and has fostered these children to provide both the ego boost and sense of power over them. Kjell is obsessed with his old love, Caramel, to the point of obsessing over features Ciaran shares with him. A deeply abusive man, Kjell will do almost anything to ensure Ciaran returns to his fold. Kjell is a cis man wizard.

 

NAME: Caramel

AGE: 2000+ (Elf) Around 40-50 (Human)

HEIGHT: 188cm

VIBE: Dionysus, Hedonistic. A poet and muse, an inspiration and a deep well of creativity. 

LIKES: Life's simple and indulgent pleasures, the arts. Bodies of all shapes and sizes, the warmth of a good party.

DISLIKES: Overly clingy people. Rude comments, bad social etiquette.

SUMMARY:

Caramel started out as a backstory character for Ciaran’s main backstory antagonist. Kjell’s childhood friend turned somewhat lover turned murder victim, Caramel was a bright spark in Kjell’s life that really amped up Kjell’s possessiveness. Caramel was a poet, a scholar, easy going and smarter than Kjell, and for that Kjell both wanted to kill and immortalize him. The catalyst for Kjell’s life on the run, his murder and infestation with a parasitic god, serves as the backdrop for Kjell’s false religion. He started out as a nothing character, but I adored the idea and design of him so much that he became a larger and larger fixture in our AUs. Caramel is a bi cis man.

NAME: Von

AGE: 24

HEIGHT: 170cm

VIBE: Aloof older brother. Self serving, but as kind as he can be.

LIKES: MMA, Karate and other martial arts. Making flower crowns. Climbing trees. The clink of coins.

DISLIKES: Dependency. He really dislikes anyone touching his neck and back.

SUMMARY:

The other important church boy. The only boy that would stand up for him, and someone that actively ran away from the cult Ciaran was in. He’s still out there in the world, and often feels bad that he felt like he couldn’t take him with. He shows up a lot more in AUs. Von is a mlm cis man, and a human monk.

Here are all the boys at Ciaran's church (this is super old lmao)

See you for part two!

[restlessfandoming]

glaze lily (childe x lumine oneshot)

Lumine let out a huge yawn as she clambered down the steps of the Liyue Inn.

Paimon rubbed her eyes next to her. “Yesterday was such a long day of doing things for Zhongli.” The little guide then perked up. “At least we get a day off today! Paimon thinks we should spend the whole day eating!”

Lumine nodded, mouth salivating at the thought of breakfast. Hmm, what to eat? Grilled Tiger Fish? Mora Meat? Stir-Fried—

She opened the door of the Inn straight into Childe.

“Ahh!” Paimon screamed as Lumine jumped back, hand hovering over the hilt of her sword.

Childe let out a sheepish laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Lumine let out a sigh of relief, dematerializing her blade. Paimon, on the other hand, let out a huff of anger.

She floated over to the Harbinger, hands on her hips. “What is it that you want? Scaring us first thing in the morning like that!”

“Were you waiting outside for me to wake up?” Lumine asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Only for a bit.” He pulled out a pocket watch. “I assumed the two of you like to sleep in,” he said as he dangled the watch in front of Lumine, “and looks like I was right.”

She rolled her eyes upon seeing that it was nearly the afternoon already as Childe gave her a tiny smirk.

Paimon made noises of protest. “Well, it’s not our fault that you and Zhongli have been making us run around doing all these tiring quests!”

“Well, the two of you have proved more than competent in completing these tasks.” His blue eyes lingered on Lumine, and she felt the need to look away. “Speaking of which,” he continued, “I would like for you to accompany me on a trip today.”

“What’s in it for us?” Lumine asked. Paimon feverishly nodded in agreement.

Childe tilted his head. “Well, as always I’m willing to offer lots of Mora…”

Then, Lumine’s stomach growled. Loudly. Her face flushed.

The Harbinger burst out laughing. “And I’ll throw in breakfast, on me.”

Lumine huffed and crossed her arms, face still burning. “Fine, we’ll take your deal.”

Paimon spun around excitedly. “Yay! Food!”

“So, where to?” Childe asked.

Lumine walked past him, going towards the smell of cooking food. “Whatever smells best.” From the corner of eye, she saw him shake his head with a smile.

After a few moments of following their noses, Paimon and the traveler stopped in front of Su Er’niang’s street food stand.

“That smells…” Lumine started.

“Sooooo gooood!” Paimon interjected, quickly flying to the vendor. “What is that you’re cooking?”

Su Er’niang smiled. “Why, it’s my delicious Zhongyuan Chop Suey!” She held up a plate of aromatic seasoned fish and meat skewers, nestled on a bed of glistening greens. Saliva dripped from Paimon’s mouth.

“How much for a plate?” Lumine asked, after swallowing her own watering mouthful.

“6,600 Mora!”

Her jaw dropped. “6-6,00 Mora for one plate?”

She felt a gloved hand rest on her shoulder, and a bag descended in front of her face.

“Here’s 20,000 Mora,” Childe’s voice rang out above her, directed at the vendor. “Get us three plates. You can keep the leftover money.”

“Oh, uhm, thank you, sir,” Su Er’niang said, taking the bag, eyes nervously flickering between the Fatui member and the traveler.

Ah, yes, the Fatui are very much feared. And for good reason. Lumine recalled Signoria’s attack on her and Venti. How cold and violent it was. She shuddered and shook off Childe’s hand.

“Let’s find a place to sit,” she said, walking away. Childe’s hand briefly hovered where it had been on her shoulder, before dropping to his side. He started to follow her to a table.

The two sat down across from each other, but the air had changed. The harbor was bustling with life in the afternoon sun, but all Lumine felt was Childe’s icy gaze. She tried to awkwardly eat, while his food remained untouched. Paimon scarfed down the skewers, completely oblivious to the tension in front of her. After a while, Lumine set down her food, opening her mouth to say something. But Childe spoke first.

“You still don’t trust me.” His eyes held the same hurt expression from before, when she had initially expressed her distrust of him about the Signoria incident. However, Zhongli wasn’t there to break the tension this time.

“You know why,” Lumine said, her voice tight. “The Fatui can’t be trusted.” It was harsh to say, but it was true. If she let people too close—a member of the Fatui at that—there was no telling what would happen; it could jeopardize her and her brother, wherever he was. If they found out she wasn’t of this world…

The Harbinger’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I won’t disagree there. But I have no interest in being like Signoria, or like the rest of the Fatui at that. As I’ve said before, I don’t agree with their methods.”

“Then why continue to be a part of it?”

“Yeah, you should leave if you don’t like them,” Paimon said quietly, hovering behind Lumine’s shoulder, scared.

He crossed his arms. “We all have our reasons for doing things. I have my reasons to do what I do, just like how you,” he said, leaning in, “have your reasons for keeping secrets.”

Lumine and Childe stared at each other, both with their eyes calculating and searching for answers.

Then, he let out a chuckle, breaking the tension. “Let’s not get so serious so early in the day!” He took a bite of the Chop Suey. “Tasty! Thankfully we don’t need chopsticks for this,” he said with a wink.

The traveler’s brows furrowed, and she exchanged a worried look with Paimon.

Childe sighed. “Look, I’d like for us to be...friends. Would that be so bad?”

Friends…

“Come with me today, and I promise, no funny business,” he said.

After a moment of silence, Lumine finally spoke, “Where would we be going anyways?” Was this a bad idea?

“Qingce Village.” He seemed to perk up slightly at Lumine agreeing. “I’m on a diplomatic mission, but it’s a rather long journey there alone.” He gave a small smile. “It would be a lot easier with another person accompanying me.”

“Hey! Paimon’s here too!” the fairy protested.

“Sorry, two other people accompanying me.”

“Why not any of your subordinates?” Lumine asked.

Childe rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head. “Boring. It’s always silent. Or, it’s ‘Yes, sir’ this and ‘Yes, sir’ that. I’d much rather have someone like you with me.” His eyes locked with hers.

She felt butterflies in her stomach. She scoffed, trying to get rid of them. “When do we leave?”

“As soon as you finish your food, girlie.”

Lumine stuffed a whole skewer in her mouth, trying to hide the heat that was steadily rising from her stomach to her face. Childe laughed.

“Hurry up, Lumine! Paimon’s already all done!” Paimon lifted her empty plate, going to show Childe. Struggling under the weight, however, she accidentally hit him in the face.

Lumine snorted, and soon, the three of them were all smiles and laughs.

Friends...Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad…

                               * * *

“Are we almost there yet? Paimon’s tired…,” Paimon asked, dramatically drooping her shoulders.

“You don’t even walk, you float,” Lumine said.

Paimon pouted. “Doesn’t make it any less tiring.”

“We’re nearly there. The last bridge to cross is up ahead,” Childe answered.

“Oo, Lumine look!” Paimon floated to a plant with shining red fruit hanging from its branches. “Juyeun Chilis!”

Seeing the chilis reminded her of Xiangling. She grimaced at the thought of slime soup.

Paimon sniffed one, and immediately began coughing. “W-wow! Even—cough—even the smell is s-spicy!”

Childe walked over and plucked one, examining it. “Hmm, I’ve yet to try one during my stay in Liyue.”

“Do you like spicy food?” Lumine asked.

“Not necessarily. But, I’m not opposed to trying new things.” He proceeded to take a bite of the chili, as if it were an apple.

Lumine and Paimon both gasped.

He looked at them. “What?”

The traveler regarded him with wide eyes. “Y-you have no reaction?”

He shrugged. “I guess not.”

“You’re a psychopath.”

“Oh? You really think so?” His blue eyes glinted.

Before Lumine could respond, a group of Treasure Hoarders jumped out from the shadows of the bamboo lining the pathway.

“What do we have here? Some lone travelers?” the largest of the group said.

“Some lone travelers we easily outnumber, boss,” another Hoarder added, waving his bow around.

The other Hoarders laughed sardonically, all brandishing their weapons of choice. There were 10 of them, all closing in around Lumine, Childe, and Paimon.

“Give us all your belongings, and we won’t make a fuss,” the boss demanded.

Soon, Lumine and Childe were back to back, with Paimon frantically looking for somewhere to hide.

“Think you can take half of them?” Childe murmured.

Lumine scoffed. “Of course.”

“When I draw my spear then.”

She inched her hand towards where her hilt would materialize momentarily. Then, WHOOSH, the sound of rushing water filled her ears as Childe’s spear formed next to her.

Lumine’s sword appeared in her hand as she rushed forth, striking the closest enemy. They were stunned, giving her time to charge up a Palm Vortex, which ended up sending two of the Hoarders spiraling away. With three left, she charged with her blade again, continuously delivering hits, then sending out a Gust Surge, blowing the remaining three enemies away.

She turned to Childe, ready to assist him, only to find him standing there, watching her. The Treasure Hoarders on his side were already subdued, all groaning on the ground in pain.

“Very impressive,” he said. “No wonder you’re the renowned ‘Hero of Mondstadt.’”

She rolled her eyes. “Good job to you too.”

Paimon flew out from behind a nearby rock. “Whew! We took those guys out fast!”

Lumine raised her brows. “We?”

“You and Childe make a good team!” Paimon said, ignoring the question.

“Yes, I’d say we do,” the Harbinger agreed. “What do you say we join forces?”

“No thank you,” Lumine answered. “Dealing with Paimon is enough.”

“Hey!”

Lumine started walking towards the bridge. “C’mon, it’s almost nighttime,” she said, eyeing the colors of the sunset splashed across the sky.

As the three of them crossed the bridge, the sight of the village came into view.

Lumine gaped at the beautiful sea of yellow and orange fields and crystal rivers. She went straight to one of the fields, looking at the colorful flowers.

“So pretty!” Paimon said, laying down in the plants, and closing her eyes. “So soft…”

“I take it you like the village?” Childe asked, walking up behind them.

The traveler nodded. “It’s quiet. Peaceful.”

They stood in silence for a while. Birds chirped. The wind rustled. In the distance, children playfully screamed. The sun was dipping below the horizon, and Paimon’s tiny snores started to fill the air. Childe and Lumine both chuckled.

“Before I speak with the elders,” he started. He leaned down, and picked something out of the ground. A brilliant blue flower with shimmering white petals in the center. “Here.” He held it out for Lumine.

“A glaze lily?” she asked. She remembered seeing some at Liyue Harbor.

“Yes. They’re an extremely ancient flower, and they only open at night.” He brought it closer to her nose. “Zhongli said that it transforms the memories of the land into its fragrance when it opens.”

Lumine leaned in, closed her eyes, and sniffed. There was a scent of the earth, reminiscent of the vast mountain ranges across the land, along with the salty spray of the ocean.

“Yes, it definitely smells like how I would imagine Liyue smells.” She opened her eyes, and to her shock, found Childe’s face closer to hers than before.

She blushed slightly, wanting to back away, but his intense icy blue eyes kept her in place. One of his hands reached up, and then took out the white flowers in her hair.

“Let’s see how this looks,” he said, quieter—his voice more husky—than usual. He gently put the glaze lily in her hair, then stared at her silently.

Lumine’s heart was racing. “W-what?”

He smiled. “Nothing.”

“Don’t lie,” she said.

“Okay.” He leaned in close. “You’re very beautiful.”

Then, Childe kissed her.

If it was possible, Lumine would’ve thought the top of her head blew off, leaving the rest of her body to boil alive in the heat she was feeling.

“Ah-uh-uhm,” she tried to speak; her tongue refused to listen.

He pulled away and chuckled. “Stay close by until I’m done with my meeting, okay?”

“Ah-uh-wha-what?” she stuttered.

Childe casually sauntered away. “Be back soon!”

Lumine stood in place for what seemed like an eternity, trying to keep her brain from melting away.

Did that really just happen?!

“Ch-Childe,” she said, but her voice was barely above a whisper. He was already a dot in the distance. “Childe!” she shouted. But he couldn’t hear her.

Paimon stirred awake. “Huuuuh? What happened?” she slurred, lazily floating up from the ground.

“I—,” Lumine said, “I don’t know.”

It was a surprise. Definitely a huge surprise.

But...she didn’t hate it.

In fact, against everything she had thought of him at this point, she enjoyed it.

She brushed her fingers over her lips. Then, she took the glaze lily from her hair, looking at it over and over again.

Childe...Is he an enemy? A friend? Or is he something more?

[Fic Masterlist]

[vecnawrites]

The Arc's were a VERY open family so it was common for the arc sisters to bet on who wins Jaune or his twin Joan fucking for who gets the remote or the shower etcetera. They just wish they can get a turn for once.

(Holy Hell, this one got away from me! Turned from something that was going to be short and sweet to over 2.6k words!)

The Arc siblings watched as Jaune and Joan fought over who got to watch their show, which ran during the same half-hour time slot. “You got to watch last, Joan! It’s my turn now! Today’s episode is supposed to be really good!” Jaune hated being the only male in the house, even when the girls didn’t like something, it seemed like they ganged up to make sure he didn’t win anything!

Joan shook her head vehemently, her golden tresses and long braid swaying behind her. “I’m not missing the second part of this three-parter, Jaune! You’ll just have to miss it!” she declared, folding her arms underneath her massive bust, bringing the miniature chest planets up.

Over on the side, Saphron looked at Bleu, her glasses wearing sister. “So, what are the odds this time?” she asked, keeping an eye on the deadlocked and arguing twins. The second most buxom of the sisters adjusted her glasses, her sharp blue eyes narrowing.

“Well, Jaune has consistently won the past few matches,” she began, going over what she knew, “although it looks like this time Joan is going to take the initiative…” she finished, licking her lips as Joan yanked down her twin brother’s sweatpants, revealing his large and heavy balls and long limp cock, which she slurped into her mouth as she dropped into a squat, resting her plump ass on her heels. She began to bob her head rapidly, fiercely sucking on her twin brother’s cock, much to Jaune’s shock as he swiftly hardened to his full size.

Slick noises and loud gags filled the air as she tried to take it into her throat, before backing off and looking victorious...until Jaune grabbed the back of her head and shoved her down to the base, making her gag and gargle around the base of his cock, squirming heavily as he took control and outright fucked her face, saliva flying to the side in thick strings as her throat bulged and she looked up with wide, shocked eyes.

Glurk! Glurk! Schlick! Guhguhahg! The buxom blonde slapped at her brother’s thighs as he thrust to the base, pulling back just enough to let her breathe, before plunging down to the base, Joan’s chin nestled against Jaune’s balls. All the while, Jaune was speaking, his voice calm and even, as though he wasn’t violently claiming his sister’s face and throat.

“This is how you throat a cock, Joan! None of that teasing stuff you were pulling off! You’ll never get anyone off that way, no matter how long you do it!” Jaune shoved Joan to the base and held her there, feeling her throat protest and her tongue writhe against the underside of his cock. With a huff, he jerked backwards, yanking his cock out of his sister’s throat. Gliiitccchhh!

He slapped his cock, covered in her saliva, throat slime, and his own precum, on her face, smearing the combined fluids across her skin as she coughed and worked to catch her breath.

Huffing, Jaune reached out and shoved his sister gently away from him, gripping and ripping her blouse open, sending buttons flying everywhere as Joan’s bare tits bounced lewdly, slapping against one another and jiggling heavily, her fat nipples swollen, the slits hiding her nipples slightly opened.

Spinning the buxom blonde around, Jaune grabbed her sweatpants and shoved them down, revealing the bubbly shelf that was her ass and her soaking core, the crotch of her sweatpants dark from the weeping liquid. With a chuckle, Jaune brought his hand down on Joan’s rear, making the curvy blonde cry out as the flesh of her bottom rippled from the strike.

Crouching down a bit, Jaune rubbed his tip, sticky with precum, across Joan’s soaking slit, deciding to be sporting and give his twin a chance. When no attempt at fighting back came, Jaune shrugged and plunged, bottoming out in less than a second and beginning immediately with fast, hard thrusts, loud claps from Jaune’s hips meeting Joan’s bubbly backside filling the air...and their sister’s ears.

Saphron, Bleu, Crimson, Chartreuse, Indy, Gao, and Violette all watched, red in the cheeks, as Joan’s face when from defiant, to shocked, to her eyes rolling up and back in her head, her mouth dropping open and her tongue flopping out, drool sliding down her chin and slowly dripping to the floor as her body trembled and shook in orgasm after orgasm, her cum trailing down her inner thighs and to the rug.

“Heh, Joan, Joan, Joan…” Jaune chided, shaking his head, “you really have to work on your stamina, if you ever expect to beat me!” Jaune growled, picking up speed even more, loud squelching noises coming from their joining. Crack! Crack! CRACK! Joan squealed as Jaune spanked her ass, the pale adipose tissue turning a bright pink as her brother’s hand spanked, slapped, and squeezed it, mauling it between his fingers light dough.

Saphron squeezed her thighs together, her own pussy soaking her panties, twin peaks rising and tenting her shirt as her nipples tightened from her arousal and strained against the fabric of her shirt. Her sisters were no better at all, each of them flushed and fidgeting in place...or discretely rubbing herself, in Bleu’s case. ‘It’s always the shy ones…’ she thought idly, before her attention was grabbed by the sight before her once more.

“You better start fighting back, Joan...otherwise, I’m going to cum…” reaching down, Jaune grabbed his twin’s massive breasts and began to roughly squeeze, pulling her up by using them as handles. “Look! Our sisters are watching you get utterly destroyed by my cock...they’re watching you cum like a slut for your brother’s dick!” a hard clenching around his cock made him laugh. “Oh my god, you’re actually getting off on this! You have no shame whatsoever, do you!?” he began to thrust harder into Joan’s sopping wet pussy, his fingers grabbing, pinching, twisting, pulling her fat nipples, which had popped out of their protective slits and were bereft of their ‘armor’.

“Nooooooo~!” Joan wailed in denial, shaking her head, even as she threw her head back and came explosively, squirting hard enough and powerfully enough that her cum spritzed over Saphron’s and Bleu’s legs and feet.

Jaune growled. “Here it comes, Joan!” he thrust harder and harder into his sister, his balls slapping against her pussy and her clit, extending the buxom blonde’s orgasm, even as his own began, his balls pulsing and shooting out large bursts of cum into his sister’s womb, excess spurting out from the seal that was made from their conjoined sex organs.

Jaune lazily rolled his hips as his orgasm continued, still playing with and fondling Joan’s breasts as she slumped against him, red faced, squirming and panting for air, her pussy quivering around his still rock hard cock.

“Hmph. Thanks to that argument, both of us missed our shows!” Jaune grumbled, letting Joan go and watching her immediately slump to the floor, moaning weakly and shaking, the subtle movements making her flesh jiggle deliciously before his eyes. “Well, might as well get a shower...I need one after that.”

“Nooooo...my turn...~” Jaune looked down at his trembling sister, who had turned her head to look at him, a lazy smile on her face and a challenging look in her eyes-

-which widened as she released a shriek of shock as Jaune grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, still attached to his cock, so she was splayed open and stretched out on the floor beneath him. She swallowed as he loomed over her.

Jaune immediately attacked, pounding her cum filled pussy hard, his hands and mouth attacking her breasts, her nipples again, making the curvy blonde beneath him scream out in pleasure, writhing and arching upwards, pushing herself against him.

Bleu wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore, her hand down the front of her pants, the movements showing to anyone that cared to glance her way that she was fiercely masturbating. Her top was up, exposing her G-Cup breasts to those in the room, her free hand switching between the heavy mounds as she squeezed them, pinching and twisting her taut nipples, rubbing and tweaking them, her cheeks a dark red and panting heavily. She whined, already imagining herself in Joan’s place, being fucked into a well bred, cum bloated, empty headed little fuck doll for her big brother...she keened as she clenched around her slim fingers in a heavy orgasm.

The other Arc girls weren’t much better, finally rubbing themselves over their pants and shorts as they watched entranced, each of them wishing that they were the one’s in Joan’s place, being fucked heartily and made to cum and cum and cum and cum over and over and over again.

“Ahhhh!!!” Joan cried out legs shooting straight out, toes curling as Jaune’s teeth gently pressed into the sensitive flesh of her nipple, scraping the fat nub of flesh and igniting the eight hundred nerve endings just underneath the dermis. “Cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming, CUMMMMMMINNNNNGGGG!” she wailed out, shaking and trembling like an earthquake was going off underneath them as Jaune slammed into her with outright bruising force. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!” she couldn’t help but screech, her body stuck in an orgasm loop.

Jaune growled, his body finally giving in and his balls clenching hard as they rested against his twin’s fat ass cheeks, squirting another thick and heavy load from the large spheres out into the depths of Joan’s warm, wet, unprotected pussy.

He sighed in relief as the weight in his balls finally reached a manageable level, and let Joan’s tit go from his mouth with a pop, before rising up and staring down at her panting, debauched form with a satisfied grin. “Looks like I win again, Joan...you really have to start trying harder…” he hummed, getting no response from his sister.

He sighed. “Well, since I’m such a good brother, I’ll be nice and let you share the shower...you’re not going to be able to clean yourself for a good while, after all. That fucking obviously took a lot out of you…” he hummed.

Reaching down, Jaune gathered his completely out of it twin sister in his arms and stood, nodding to his other sisters (all of whom were now openly masturbating on the couch, pants and shorts down and shirts up) and walking out of the living room, Joan still impaled on his cock, the female twin squeaking and squealing as she was bounced upon her brother’s sizable shaft with every step they took.

Bleu cried out, arching as she came hard, shaking on the couch, trembling as though she had touched a live wire. Dimly, she heard her sisters cumming as well along with her, their fingers, palms, thighs, and the couch underneath them getting soaked in their juices.

Each of them were jealous of their sister Joan. Why couldn’t they be the ones fucked and claimed by their brother?

~x~x~x~x~

In the running shower, Jaune pressed his twin up against the slick wall and gently fucked her, kissing her lips and swallowing her moans as his hips rolled against hers, much more tenderly than he had in the living room before their other siblings. This wasn’t some rough, frenzied claiming like it had been before.

Breaking the kiss, Jaune gently trailed kisses along the side of Joan’s neck, feeling her core weakly clenching around his cock…“Ah, Jaune...feels so good…” she whined, wrapping her legs around his waist. “More~” she huffed.

Jaune couldn’t help but chuckle, beginning to thrust faster and harder into Joan, watching her fall into bliss again and again as she clutched at him and rocked her body against him to further her own pleasure, moaning loudly, her moans echoing in the shower.

Finally, Jaune came once more into his sister, grunting low as he looked down and watched her belly expand from the amount that he had pumped into her, giving her a healthy pudge, like she was a month or two pregnant.

Both panted heavily, the only other sound being that of the water crashing down upon them. “...guess we should actually clean up…” Jaune muttered, getting a weak nod from his twin. He slowly pulled his cock out of the large bosomed blonde, and both were amazed at the absolute waterfall of cum that flowed out, splattering on the bottom of the shower and being carried down towards the drain.

Huffing a small laugh, Jaune grabbed Joan’s favored body wash and her loofah, sudsing it up well and beginning to bathe his twin sister, cleaning her of her sweat and their mixed cum, the female blonde moaning as Jaune rubbed her breasts, her ass, and between her legs quite thoroughly.

Not even bothering to get a new fragrance, Jaune quickly scrubbed himself down as well, before they both rinsed off quickly before the water turned cold.

Helping Joan out of the shower, Jaune grabbed towels and dried them both off, patting tenderly around her sensitive bits, before she squeaked as Jaune scooped her up into his arms and walked naked out of the steamy bathroom and towards his bedroom.

Entering it and kicking the door closed behind him, Jaune moved towards his bed and carefully lay Joan down upon it, grabbing the bottle of juice he had placed here earlier that morning. “here you go, Joan. Drink up, you need to replace your fluids.” he said, placing it in her hand, getting a grateful smile from his sister.

Opening it and taking off the top, Joan drank deeply and thankfully, throat bobbing and working overtime to drain the cool liquid and replace the fluids that she lost. Chuckling, Jaune climbed in bed next to her and lay back, grabbing his scroll and opening it to check and make sure that his show had been recorded like he wanted. Nodding in satisfaction that it had, he grabbed Joan’s and checked the same. Finding everything satisfactory, he closed them both.

Seeing Joan finish her juice and smack her lips, he spoke. “Still thirsty? I don’t have any more juice drinks in here, I think, but I can go and grab something from the kitchen if you want?”

He tilted his head as she saw Joan shake hers, before his eyes widened as he felt a soft hand rub his balls tenderly before wrapping around his cock. Looking back up at her face, he saw that sexy little smile on her face that he loved as she twisted her hand, bringing his cock swiftly back to life, twitching and throbbing.

“No need for that, Jaune~” she cooed, licking her lips, “Why leave the room when you have plenty for me to drink right here?” winking at him, she lowered her head and captured the tip of his cock in her mouth, locking eyes with him as she slowly began to suckle on it, flicking her tongue over his slit, almost nursing on his cock, using her hand to stroke his shaft.

Jaune groaned in pleasure, reaching down and stroking Joan’s long hair as the more gentle pleasure filled him. He slowly began to settle down, leaning back and relaxing as Joan slowly sucked him off for more to drink.

He smiled. Despite their ‘fights’, he and Joan were always the closest of the Arc siblings, and it showed during times like this.

[sweetea-rosey]

Ooo hi I saw you take requests? I have a writing request if you want to :))

So here is my idea:

Remus has a notebook given to him by the other sides to write his thoughts down in. See, Remus has clear impulse control problems so this notebook of for him to write his thoughts down instead of just doing and saying whatever comes to mind. It gives him a chance to think about it. Sometimes, maybe like once a week give or take a few days one of the other sides will sit down with him and read his thoughts with him just to make him feel validated and heard. Well this particular time one of the sides (of your choice) sat down with the notebook and found some rather interesting things.

Now, you can take this one of two ways (it’s really all up to you!)- You can make this something angsty (hurt comfort), or you can make it something shippy! It can be any Remus ship you want but I personally am more partial to intrulogical hehe 💙💚

Take your time and have fun with it!! Have a good day :)

Ah! Ty for the request! I started writing it on the day you submitted it, but Tumblr deleted it after a while of not saving :') so now my motivation to do this is deterred

Anyway, this'll be my first time not writing something Roman centric =w=""

Remus held the book in his hands. He remembered the day Roman gave it to him, when he risked traveling into the dark scape because he knew his brother needed this. Because he did, too.

An outlet.

A place for his monstrosities to be, other than inside his head, allowed to torture him to their best abilities. The illusions his mind creates are no longer just in his eyes. It's no longer insanity- it's creativity. The journal isn't the first one. But he and Roman make sure to keep eachother stocked up; they get filled rather quickly. The Imagination holds an entire library dedicated to their filled journals from over the years.

The journals have also become sort of diaries to them. So, imagine what were to happen if one of them got lost? The possibility of their secrets being seen by unbidden eyes.

Remus burst into Roman's room, "Ro!"

Roman jumped from his spot at his desk, "Jeez- ! What is it?"

Oddly, for Remus, he seemed almost anxious, "Have you seen my latest journal?"

Ah, that explains it. Roman understands the severity of losing something that holds your private thoughts. He stood up from his desk chair, turning to face Remus better, "No, I haven't. Is it missing?"

Remus nodded, unable to speak through the panic coursing through his veins, the hormone mixing with the feeling of the plasma we call blood rushing through veins and arteries, rest in his heart, which is thumping with vigor, the- Remus shook himself. The imagery coming on its own with nothing to do with it, "Thoughts, thoughts thoughts, thoughts, blood, where? Everywhere? It is me, I am thoughts and blood and gore and death and slime, and..."

Roman pulled his brother in, the physical touch of his second half grounding him, finally balanced out with his brother there to help him.

"Breathe, Ree...I get it...I'll help you look for it, okay? Do you have any spare journals?"

Remus shook his head. He had just started this one, he was too busy brainstorming on the pages to remember to restock.

"Okay, do you have the focus to conjur any, right now?"

Remus shook his head again. No no, of course not! He's too focused on the one that's missing!

"Alright, that's okay, Ree. I get it. Here, use this for now," As Roman spoke, he pressed a plain black book in the unstable man's hands, "Get some thoughts out on that, then we can start looking, okay?"

Instead of answering, he made the rest of the way into the prince's room and started letting the thoughts out.

.

.

.

"Feel better?"

Remus let out a breath and nodded, "A lot, thanks. Can we go look, now?"

"Of course, let's go."

It took hours. The sun was gone in Thomas' living room and they were still tearing the place apart, searching absolutely everywhere. Remus was tempted to just dismantle the mind palace and look through the stuff that gets left behind. The fear was boiling in his gut in the ocean of acid.

"What if we don't find it? My blood, sweat, and tears went into that book! Pieces of my heart are in there, I can't lose it, what if someone else finds it and reads it?"

Roman shuddered, because he didn't believe that Remus was being metaphorical, "I understand the severity of the situation, Ree. We should go look in the Lightside, now..."

Remus shrugged as much as his slumped posture will allow, "Sure..."

"We'll find it, Ree..."

"That's not what I'm worried about. If I lose it? Fine, I have others, I can start a new one. I'm scared of someone else finding it and reading it... there's things in there I don't want others seeing..."

"I get it, you know I do. We'll get it back before anyone else can even know it exists, alright?"

Remus just shrugged off his comforting hand, "Stupid prince, always making promises you don't even know if you can keep. Don't do that to yourself and don't do it to me. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that shit."

Roman recoiled, almost physically, "Sometime, people just need reassurance."

"And then, when you're wrong? I know you don't like breaking promises, Princey."

"...Then hopefully we'll figure it out."

"You're such a fucking optimist, it's gross."

Roman rolled his eyes, "I'm helping you look, be nice, you doofus."

"Oh wow, "doofus", I'm so offended," Remus said without much effort.

Roman ignored him.

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"It's not HERE!" Remus screamed, a pot crashing through the wall.

Roman manged to muffle the noise and quickly put it back together, "We will, this was only the first room in the Lightside. You need to calm down."

"I can't! What if someone else already found it and read it? What if they hate me? What if they never wanna talk to me again because nothing in there makes sense, what-"

Roman caught his hands, "Woah! Woah...Remus, when did you start caring so much about what the others think of you?"

"I don't!"

"But...-"

"I don't care about what Logan and the other think of me."

"Of what...Logan and the...? Remus...is this about Logan?"

Remus hesitated just long enough.

"Oh great Aphrodite, it is..."

"Aphro-? NO! No, I don't!"

"Remus, is there something about Logan on that book?"

Remus said fuck it in his mind and sighed, "Yes... I...some fantasies...that he might not approve of..."

"Oh, Remus..."

"What if he finds out, and he...? He just doesn't...?"

Roman hit his brother on the head, "This is why you're a doofus. It doesn't matter if he finds it, you have nothing to worry about."

Remus rolled his eyes. Literally. He rolled them like dice and Roman had to look away, but got the message.

"How would you know?"

It was Roman's turn to roll his eyes (PROPERLY).

"I'm leaving you to figure that out. But, I do."

"Sure. Whatever. Asshole."

Roman moved on to look in the next room.

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A flash of green leaped onto him and he was tumbling over, the item in his hands flying out.

"Remus!"

The man scrambled over and snatched the book up, "Did you read it?"

"I- no, Remus what is it?"

"It's mine. Roman, I found it!"

Roman? Since when do those two talk? But, as Remus said, Roman walked in.

"Oh, thank Hades."

"Logan had it."

Roman sucked in a breath, "Did he read it?"

Remus shook his head, relief is a weird expression on the man's face.

Logan wouldn't mind seeing it more.

"What is this about?"

Roman took the liberty of answering, "The book is Remus' and it's private. Reading it would be invasive."

"Oh, my apologies, then. But, I had just picked it up, it was left over from Remus' running through the room and into the Imagination, along with some other debris I cleaned up."

"It's alright, nerd."

Logan's gaze lingered on Remus a bit, before he bid his farewells, reminded Roman of some work he needs to do by Friday, then left.

"Y'know," Roman said as they turned to walk back, "You could tell him how you feel."

Remus scoffed, "I'm not self destructive, like you, RoRo."

Ignoring Remus' jabs is difficult for the prince, nevertheless, "And do, pray tell, how it's self destructive?"

"Because he'll say no and that will hurt. I don't like when things actually hurt. I'm not risking him hating me even more."

"Woah, woah, he doesn't hate you."

"Doesn't he? I'm chaotic, irrational, vile, ik everything he fights to keep under control."

Roman digested this and thought hard on how best to explain this, "But that's exactly why you two are perfect for each other. You help him let loose when he's being a stick in the mud and he helps you keep in control of yourself and stay organized.

"You're delusional. He doesn't like me, he can't Ro. It goes against our very beings! Go ahead and fool yourself, but you can't do that to me. That's just cruel." Remus disappeared and Roman sighed as he tried to brush off his brother's words.

As the embodiment of romance, he thinks he'd know when a couple will work out or not. How will he convince his brother and Logan of that? He supposes he can't blame them for that, who would listen to the love advice of someone who loves someone that loves someone else? Kinda hypocritical.

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"Just leave me alone!"

"Remus! Would calm down? Just listen to me!"

"No! You're a liar and I hate you! Do you want me to get hurt? You're an asshole you good for nothing prince!" He screamed. Why won't his brother let this go? Doesn't he see that everyone is better this way?

"Fine! You're right! Is that what you want to hear? Call me an asshole, call me stupid, call me evil or whatever! But I'm not wrong! Why don't you believe me? Ha! Why am I trying to reason with the self proclaimed unreasonable?"

Remus looked down from his perch on the guillotine, "Wait, RoRo-!" But he was gone.

"Fuck."

He rushed out, hoping to Loki that he didn't do too much damage.

"Roman!"

But he found who he wants looking for.

"Why are you screaming in the middle of the common room?" Came that cool and sexy voice.

"Looking for my brother, duh."

"Funny, I just spoke to him."

"Where'd he go?"

"Not sure, but he told me to stop being a robotic fake and confess to you."

"He- ? ROMAN!" Remus summoned a hammer and maybe there's a new hole in the wall.

"He was right, surprisingly."

Remus was not expecting that, "Come again?"

"I have noticed, over the course of our interactions, that I have developed feelings that I didn't recognized until Roman brought them to my attention. Remus...I have romantic feelings for you."

And it was the last casual and calculated confession Remus ever heard. He imagined something with ropes. But it was the best thing he ever heard. He didn't expect to be crying.

"Remus?"

"I like you, too..."

Logan brightened and stood up, his heart beating unnaturally, yet pleasently, as he moved closer, "Then... perhaps we...?"

But before he could finish, Remus pulled him in and there was no need for words.

Part 2 with what happened with Roman afterwards?

Ty so much for the request and I apologies for the long wait.

@fireflyjunkie