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[marlsswrites]

June 26th <3

Knee - @jegulus-microfic - words: 1747

Most would be surprised by this, but one of Regulus’ favourite subjects is Care of Magical Creatures. He just loves taking care of the animals, they’re so gentle if you treat them right, he much prefers them to humans.

So, almost everyday after his lessons, he walks over to the edge of the forbidden forest and helps out with the creates. The teacher loves him.

“Regulus my dear?” She asked him one day.

Professor June was a lovely woman, probably in her mid thirties, Regulus wasn’t too sure. She had long curly hair down to her waist and it was always dyed a different colour, right now it was midnight blue with some blonde streaks running through it.

“Yes Professor?” He answered as he gathered some fruits from the forest bushes and trees, the Hippogriffs surprisingly loved apples.

“My first seventh year class is tomorrow, we’re going to be studying Hippogriffs and I know how much Buck Beak here likes you.” She patted the giant animals head. “You could come and help out, or just observe, if you like?” She offered a sweet smile. “You are far too advanced to be in your regular class.”

Eagerly, he nodded and cleared his throat. “I’d be happy to help out, keep Bucky safe.” He saw his Professor grin, of course his priority was the Hippogriff, it was Regulus Black you were talking to.

-

Now this is how Regulus found himself leant against a tree at nearly ten in the morning, throwing a green apple up and down on his hands as he waits for the professor to arrive along with the rest of the students.

Normally the kids aren’t allowed near the forbidden forest without supervision, but he was an exception and definitely the one they shouldn’t be worrying about. He’s pretty sure he’s seen his brother and his gang of idiots wandering around the forest at ungodly hours of the morning.

Why was here there, you may ask? Well that’s no one’s business, he finds it’s far more relaxing outside. It’s either that or listen to Barty’s horrible fucking snoring.

He continued to toss the apple as he zoned out, watching and listening to the ripples on a nearby pond. Up, down, up, d- what the fuck?

The apple stayed motionless in the air, taunting him as he jumped to get it, failing every time.

Finally coming to a conclusion, he heard the crunch of leaves behind him and he whipped around, glaring at the dark skinned brunette before him.

“Potter.” He hissed. “Put-“

“Reggie!” He smiled widely, way too happy for this early in the morning.

“You know better than all people that I don’t like being called that.” He growled.

Potter raised his hands in surrender, chuckling a little bit at the shorter boy. “Hey now, don’t hex me again.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe I should start a bingo card. Hexed by Regulus, check. Slapped by Regulus, check-“

“All of them very deserved, may I add.”

“-insulted by Regulus, check check che-“

Regulus fetched his wand out of his pocket, casting a quick wordless spell before the apple fell with a thud followed by a yelp, right on top of the Potter boys head.

“Well okay, ouch?!”

In that moment, Professor June decided to stroll over. Her black skirt clipping her heels as she folded her arms and offered an unimpressed look towards Regulus.

“Regulus, we’re teaching the students, not dropping apples on their heads.”

“In my defence, he deserved it.”

“Don’t I always.” James grumbled, now grabbing the apple from the floor and tossing it around in his hands.

Regulus stood next to his Professor and started to walk away with her, shouting over his shoulder. “Finally, you get it!”

He heard a laugh come from James as Regulus walked further away, leaves and twigs crunching beneath his dark green converse.

Why does that boy always find Regulus’ insults funny? They’re not funny in the slightest, he’s being as rude as he can get.

The Slytherin scoffs out loud, ignoring the strange looks from his Professor.

-

The helping was pretty simple, Professor June spoke, letting Regulus add some things, and then he’d demonstrate. Her excuse being that her skirt is too impractical to climb onto a Hippogriff, but he really didn’t mind doing so.

“So! Any volunteers?” The Professor spoke loudly.

Murmurs erupted from the students as they all took a few slow steps backwards. Regulus locked eyes with the Potter boy as he edged backwards.

Wimp, Regulus mouthed. Now he can just watch it all unfold.

He leant against the tree, running his hands through Buck beaks feathers as he watched Potter jump forwards and raise his hand.

Not quite hearing the discussion between Professor June and Potter, Regulus took his time to look at the Gryffindor boy, like actually look.

Currently he had flushed red cheeks pigmented on his tan skin, his messy, wild, brunette hair blowing in all directions due to the wind. His shirt was buttoned down far further than allowed, showing off the top of his collarbone. His shirt was untucked and his tie undone and hung lazily around his neck.

He looks so messy, why does he look good? How can he look like he’s just rolled out of bed but still look gorgeous.

Regulus must have been staring for a moment too long, when the Professor and James Potter came walking over to him, Professor June saying something that he didn’t quite hear. Admittedly, he was busy staring at the golden jewellery on Potters hands and neck.

“Sorry, what did you say?” He asked with a puzzled look.

“Away with the fairies are we, Regulus?” The teacher spoke with an amused smile.

Ignoring the eyebrow wiggle from James, he sent a glare in the brunettes direction before turning back to the Professor, still in need of an actual answer. “I was just telling Mr Potter that you would help him mount Buck beak, could you do that?” She asked.

He wasn’t quite sure what this task entailed, he just hoped he didn’t have to touch the Potter boy more than needed. He already gets annoyingly flustered around the boy, there’s no point adding more fuel to the fire.

Nodding, he explained to James how everything worked.

First, you had to make sure the Hippogriff trust you. Then, you have to slowly and very carefully, place a hand on the animals beak, that’s its invitation to kneel down.

James followed these steps perfectly, Buck beak loved him. Regulus wasn’t jealous at all… nope.

A little voice at the back of his head teased him, which one are you jealous of?

Pushing the thought away, he focused back on James. The boy did quite well, he was currently sat atop Buck beak, stroking his feathers and looking around in awe.

“You ready Potter?” Regulus spoke as he stood on his tiptoes, running a hand along the Hippogriffs smooth beak.

“I wish you’d just call me James.”

Regulus shrugged, ignoring the statement and looking around to make sure James was safe.

“Okay, hit your foot to his side to set off.” Regulus pointed out. “And when you come back down, just come straight back here.” He reached his hand out to point at the points on Buck beaks back. “Place your arms there to hold on so you don’t fall off, and you have to be very calm.”

“So you do care about me?” James spoke, a pleased grin appearing on his face.

“Fuck off.”

No one else spoke, the amused grin staying on James’ face as he looked away from the Slytherin and muttered something to Buck beak before setting off. He sent a small wave in Regulus’ direction as the Hippogriffs feet lifted off the ground, causing James to nearly fall off.

Regulus let out a small snort and rolled his eyes fondly, he was so stupid sometimes, how did Regulus manage to find that endearing?

-

About ten minutes later, James came flying down with so much ease, he looked perfect.

Buck beaked landed on the floor with the clicking sound of his heels and the crunch of twigs underneath him.

James, clearly not remembering Regulus’ specific instructions to ‘remain calm’ cheered loudly and lifted his hands up into the air while Buck beak was still walking. The Hippogriff, clearly spooked, stopped halt on the spot and lifted his front legs off the ground, sending James falling into a heap on the floor.

“Fuck-“ Regulus ran over to the boy on the floor, who wasn’t too far away from him. “James?” He spoke as the Professor and many other students crowded around, James still had his eyes closed.

James, like the idiot he is, kept his eyelids down and stretched his lips out onto a wide grin. “James,” he mocked in a soft voice. “You should do that more.”

“Merde.” Regulus sighed through his teeth and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“Whats wrong with him?” Sirius spoke hesitantly from Regulus’ side, making him jump and look at his brother.

“Concussion?” Lupin added from Sirius’ side.

James’ eyes flickered open, Regulus was leant over him, trying to see if there was any serious damage. “Hi.” The Gryffindor sighed quietly.

“Hi.” Regulus responded absentmindedly.

“Pretty.” James spoke again as Regulus gave him a puzzled look.

“What?” Both the Black brothers spoke at the same time.

“Hm?” James smiled and attempting to run his hand through Regulus’ black curls, shockingly, Regulus actually let him for a moment before snapping back into reality and pulling James’ hand away from his face. A whine came from the brunettes mouth, Regulus is pretty sure James’ is pouting now.

Professor June walked closer, pushing the students away. “Stop crowding, move back! Not you Regulus, I need some help.”

Regulus nodded, sliding down onto the muddy ground and sitting on his knees in front of James. “James- open your eyes.”

“Anything for you.” James pinched his eyes open, looking blinded by the sun and clearly not noticing the red flush of Regulus’ cheeks - which had to be horribly prominent on his pale, ghostly skin.

“How do you feel?”

“My knee hurts, but keep your hand there, it’ll make me feel better.” He gave a goofy smile, Regulus only just realising the hand he had placed on James’ thigh, swiping it away quickly. “Mean.” He frowned.

Choosing to ignore the fluttering feeling in his stomach, he turned to his Professor. “Yep, definitely concussed.”

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬 (𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐅𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝)

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Disclaimer: Think about it. Write about it. Have hard thoughts. Do not take it seriously. None of this confirmation is confirmed and all theoretical. If you want to read more, check out my 'Hongjoong as your late bloomer bf' post.

Methodology: Traditional Astrology & Whole Sign

Hongjoong has dyed his hair back black and it's my favourite hair colour on him (we see it so rarely) and b/c he's my Ateez bias- I had to revamp his natal chart.

Overview:

Scorpio Sun (11th House)

Gemini Moon (6th House)

Capricorn Rising (Saturn-Ruled)

Sagittarius Mercury (12th House)

Scorpio Venus (11th House)

Virgo Mars (9th House)

Fuckboi Rating:

2/10

Out of all the members of Ateez, I'm inclined to believe that Hongjoong would least likely be a fuckboi because his Scorpio stellium and Moon in the 6th House indicates he's not a shallow man and craves soul-bonding, all-too consuming connection in relationships.

Take this next point very casually BUT as someone who has similar placements to him AND the overall energy I get from Hongjoong, I wouldn't be surprised if he identifies with being demi-sexual and he can't find pleasure in physical intimacy w/o an emotional connection.

This is emphasised with having a Virgo Mars because Earth Mars typically have a fluctuating sex drive so he can probably abstain for awhile and be okay with it.

Red & Green Flags:

Red:

Emotional and verbal dysregulation! His 12th House Mercury indicates difficulty expressing emotions in a calm and collected manner.

The Sagittarius influence heightens that trait by making his impulsive behaviour more erratic and could be seething for days before he randomly explodes over a simple issue.

PETTY! The 12th House Mercury and Scorpio placements indicate he could be the type to weaponize the silent treatment, going for hours without speaking to you until you figured out what you did wrong.

Green:

LOYAL TO THE BONE!!! You could go to hell and back and Hongjoong would hold your hand the entire time. These moments of 'difficulties' actually enhance Hongjoong's affection towards you because you trust him to see you at your most 'vulnerable'.

Committment!!! Yes, this should be a bare minimum but Hongjoong would be a faithful man and you would never have to worry about him cheating because he probably views cheating as a betrayal of trust.

Self-automony! By this I mean he values independence and wouldn't try to 'change' you as a person and would choose to accept your flaws and all.

Ideal Type...If He's Into Women:

It's interesting because his 5th House in Taurus is the complete opposite to his Scorpio Venus so his type could have polarising qualities.

Either they are boisterous and loud in public and shy and laid-back around him or vice versa. He likes a partner who shows a side of themselves that only Hongjoong can see.

Hongjoong is definitely an arse and legs man and would be attracted to the grunge but feminine archetype so lace dresses, stockings with Doc Martens etc.

I've noticed in fancalls he loves curly hair, whenever there's a fancall with an Atiny and they have curly hair, he'll always comment about how good their hair looks.

Dom, Sub Or Switch?

Hongjoong is one of the members that's more of a true 'switch' when it comes to power dynamics and yes, he is definitely more on the dominant side BUT not to far...I'd say 60% dominant, 40% submissive.

It's why whenever I scroll the ateez smut tags and see a Seongjoong fic where it's bottom!hwa...I laugh because it's actually the other way around.

Hongjoong is definitely more of a service/pleasure dom and his Gemini Moon and 11th House Venus makes him flexible in what he desires sexually in a partner.

He would enjoy having a bratty sub that he can put in place (kindly) like you see with Wooyoung.

He would also enjoy an obedient sub that completely adores and worships him.

No matter what, he needs to know that you're willing and trusting to put your entire body and soul in his hands.

Kinks...Just A Few Of Them:

Corruption!!!

Yes, I know this is very obvious BUT it's completely true because his Scorpio placements indicates he wants to OWN you as partner (consensual of course) and the thought of him being the FIRST to touch you, to mould you to his desires...it would just cause his heart to quicken and his mind to race with the most impure of thoughts.

This would also cater towards enjoying someone who might be nervous/slightly insecure around him, it would boost his ego to see your cheeks flush at him taking off your clothes or whispering something suggestive in your ear.

'You're so cute when you're nervous angel but don't worry, I'll take care of you because you're mine remember? And I always look after what's mine'.

Voyeurism...Kinda??

Hear me out and if someone knows the proper term for this...can you comment down below???

But with Hongjoong and his love for photography...he'd love to keep a personal scrapbook of all the photos he's taken of you after a steamy session of love-making.

This goes hand in hand with his corruption kink and his love for 'ruining' you- lipstick smeared, hair tousled, mascara running down your face, cheeks flushed.

I'm leaning towards voyeurism because he wouldn't show these photos to anyone, they would be for his own personal collection because he gets off on knowing that it's just HIM that can do this to you and see you this way.

'Fuck angel, spread your legs a bit more...I want to see it all drip out for me...these photos just want to make me dress you up and fuck you all over again'.

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Please comment, share and thirst the hell out of this because this took WEEKS to finish!!!

May's fic will be out and published on the 31st.

[le-monchou]

special stars for a special day || trey clover

a birthday was a big deal; the end of a year and the start of another one in your life; but somehow, you'd always disliked the excessive fanfare and pompadour that accompanied it. you appreciated the few texts and calls, and sometims the occasional surprise birthday cake, but any expectations of that had long since tapered off. that was, until trey clover entered the picture.

you sat outside in the mazelike garden of heartslabyul, scrolling away on the third-rate phone you'd received from crowley on the special occasion that is today, my dear prefect! and you'd hoped that no one would come up with some awkward and elaborate party for you. well, you were alone, until you heard the crunching of grass under shoes and a familiar mop of green hair makes itself known.

"there you are." if you didn't know better, you'd think relief was mixed into his soft tone. "i've been looking for you." you raise an eyebrow as he smiles, but that smile doesn't make you feel any better, considering the date. "walk with me for a bit, will you?"

"'kay." you murmured as you stood up and slipped the phone into your pocket, following trey through the maze towards a secluded area filled with cosmos flowers of all colours, and the little knowledge of flowers burst out. "cosmos flowers for an october birthday." trey nods as he extends a gloved hand towards you, and you take it as he guides you up a very easy hill (did he just want to hold hands? you think to yourself).

at the very top of the hill, hidden between the flowers, was a soft blanket with all your favourite foods and pastries laid out like a mini buffet, arranged to perfection. "do you like it?" trey whispers, though there was no one to overhear the two of you. "i figured a quieter birthday would work for you, considering the noise you deal with everyday. of course, there's nothing against the party they might be planning, but hey."

"they're planning a birthday party?" you blink as trey blinks back before flushing a glorious red. "wow, trey, can't believe you spoilt that for them." you chuckle at his continued mortification before resting a hand on his shoulder to snap him out of it. "it's fine, i can pretend i love it. i mean, i do, depending on who arranged it. spill the beans, will you?" you add as you pick a sandwich to munch on as you wait. trey sighs, before launching into a detailed explanation about the entire affair.

"so, grim and jack asked leona to fund the entire thing, and he is, albeit begrudingly, and now, he's also being used as free labour as epel grills meat as payment." you snort at that as you pick at another sandwich. "he's also picked 13 fights with malleus over decorations, and his expertise is quote-unquote, a child's birthday, and malleus has zero experience with birthday parties beyond his own, so he should again, quote-unquote, fuck off."

"it's the stupidest thing i've ever seen." you sigh as you pick one of the smaller pastries next. "what's this?" trey leans over to inspect the pastry and you try to hide the light shudder that goes down your spine as you hear his voice and feel his breath near your ear. "it's a choclate pastry with cosmos flowers as decorations. i thought it would be appropriate, given its your birthday." you nod seriously as you pick a flower of your favourite colour and smile. "say ahh, trey."

you smile as he bites the flower and roll your eyes at him when, just to be spiteful or something extra, he licks the rest of the cream off of your fingers. "happy birthday, my dearest."

happ day of birth @fungifanart have your second husband || word count: 646 words

[rainforestakiie]

Hi!! I know you’re busy and please ignore this if you want. But I wanted to bring up the idea before I forgot. from Be Lonely With Me, we see how Adam enjoys the unique changes about Lucifer. Slowly bringing up his confidence in himself. I was wondering, only if you want too, but if there was a scene that Adam, ever the farmer, is helping Lucifer clean his little hooves. And is being so gentle about them. Lucifer’s a little shy about it and Adam tries distracting him with talk. And inevitably, they talk about Lucifer’s out changes, like the horns, his wings, but especially the tail. Adam is surprised Lucifer doesn’t have it too, but Lucifer assumes, like his wings, the tail was part of his powers. And Adam just goes. “Awww. That’s a shame. I wonder if it’s just as soft too” emphasis on Lucifer’s legs and hands, like an absent minded flirting and open admittance that Adam likes touching them.

hi!!!!

nooo, i'm never too busy for your requests! i hope you like this! a scene that should have been in Be Lonely with Me! with a little bonus added to the end!

Lucifer’s face bloomed into a radiant shade of crimson, so vibrant and intense that sweet, innocent Adam couldn’t help but compare it to the bright, sun-kissed tomatoes he had gathered earlier. He didn’t care much for the taste of tomatoes, but oh, how he adored that deep, fiery red!

Another exciting discovery! Adam had recently started naming things after colours, thrilled by his own blossoming sense of creativity. Still, with wide, curious eyes, he stared up at the Archangel, his face a perfect portrait of childlike innocence.

“Why?”

“Um...” Lucifer stammered, his usual composure unravelling. A delicate puff of steam seemed to rise from his golden curls as he hurriedly removed his top hat, lest the heat of his fluster leave embarrassing stains on it. “It... it’s just the way things are.”

“But why?” Adam pouted, his confusion only deepening as he scratched his head. “If it’s so important, why don’t I have them?”

Lucifer blinked in surprise, his sapphire eyes sweeping over Adam’s perfect form. His siblings had brought up the idea of dressing Adam a few times, offering him clothing like the angels wore, but Lucifer had always managed to steer the conversation away from it. In truth, he adored seeing Adam roam the paradise of Eden freely unburdened, unspoiled. Not that he’d ever confess that to his brothers and sisters! Michael would surely banish him from the garden for such thoughts.

But how could anyone not admire Adam’s beauty? His wild hair, a mix of earthy browns and sunlit reds, fell messily around his face. His pale skin, now kissed by Eden’s endless sunshine, was beginning to take on a golden glow. And his eyes—those eyes! Lucifer’s favourite feature of all. They were the colour of Eden itself, a blazing emerald green, unique and dazzling, unlike anything he or his siblings had ever seen.

“You don’t need them,” Lucifer finally murmured, though his voice trembled, his blush now spreading down his neck. “I... need them.”

Adam’s brow furrowed, his confusion growing. His emerald eyes drifted to the crisp, snowy-white robes that draped elegantly over Lucifer’s form. He crawled closer, his innocent fingers gently tugging at the soft blue edges, lifting them ever so slightly. A startled yelp escaped Lucifer’s lips as he quickly smoothed the fabric back down, his blush deepening to an almost impossible shade. Adam only giggled in response, finding the angel’s reaction amusing.

“What are these called?” Adam asked, his voice full of wonder as he continued to play with the hem of Lucifer’s robes. “And why do you wear so many?”

Lucifer swallowed nervously, offering a shy, trembling smile. “Um... they’re called robes. Heavenly clothing, made from divine light. And I wear layers because... b-because it’s sacred. As an angel, I’m not supposed to show my skin.”

“None of it?” Adam asked, his gaze shifting to Lucifer’s hands. Without thinking, his fingers lightly traced over the exposed skin there, curious and soft.

Lucifer’s breath hitched as he wrapped his slender fingers around Adam’s hand, his heart fluttering at the warmth of the touch.

“That’s... different,” he whispered bashfully.

Adam, always so curious, reached out with his other hand, his touch feather light as he trailed his fingers along Lucifer’s arm, up to his neck, and then to his flushed cheek. “Your neck... and face? Your skin is bare here too.”

Lucifer trembled under the gentle caress, his voice a mere squeak. “T-That’s different as well.”

Adam shifted even closer; his innocent eyes wide with curiosity. “But why is it different?”

“It just is!” Lucifer squeaked, his voice high-pitched as he quickly took hold of Adam’s wandering hand, gently guiding it down to his lap. His heart was racing, and he let out a soft, shaky breath. But as he gazed at Adam, he couldn’t help but smile. He adored how endlessly inquisitive the first human was.

Sighing, Adam slumped his shoulders in frustration. “Everything is ‘just the way it is.’ It’s so confusing.”

Lucifer chuckled softly, his voice tender. “It’ll get easier, Addie. You’re still learning. You’ll understand more as time goes on.”

Adam nodded slowly, trusting his guardian Archangel completely. He always believed what Lucifer said, for his angel never steered him wrong. But still, his gaze lingered on the shimmering robes that flowed around Lucifer like a celestial waterfall.

“Why don’t I have these... ‘clothes’?” he asked.

Lucifer clicked his tongue playfully. “You don’t need them.”

“Why not?” Adam pressed.

“You just don’t,” Lucifer grinned, his sapphire eyes twinkling as they met Adam’s vibrant green ones.

Shifting closer to Adam, his six wings fluttered softly behind him, creating a delicate breeze that ruffled the grass beneath them. Lucifer leaned in with a mischievous smile, his voice dropping to a secretive whisper.

“Can you keep a secret, Addie?”

Adam’s face lit up immediately, his emerald eyes sparkling with excitement. He straightened up like a curious little meerkat, his whole body buzzing with anticipation. “A secret? I can keep a secret! What’s a secret, Luci?”

Lucifer chuckled warmly, leaning in even closer until his nose brushed against Adam’s cheek. He grinned when he saw Adam blush, a rosy hue spreading across his face. “A secret is something shared between just the two of us. If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone else—not even the other angels.”

Adam gasped; his eyes wide in shock.

“Not even the animals?” he whispered, as if the birds and creatures of Eden were listening in on their private conversation.

“Not even the animals,” Lucifer nodded with a playful glint in his eye. “Do you think you can keep it, Addie? Can I trust you with my secret?”

Without hesitation, Adam eagerly nodded, his fingers tightening around Lucifer’s hands. “Yes! I promise! I’ll keep it safe!”

“You mustn’t tell my brothers or sisters~” Lucifer sang teasingly, letting go of Adam’s hands. He wiggled closer to the edge of the soft grassy hill they were sitting on, the pond below shimmering in the sunlight like a bed of diamonds. With a sly grin, Lucifer gently tugged at the bottom of his robes, lifting them just enough to reveal his bare feet.

Adam’s eyes grew wide with wonder, his breath catching in his throat. He watched in awe as Lucifer slipped off his pristine white shoes and raised his robes higher, allowing them to rest just above his knees. The sight of Lucifer’s feet, glistening like stardust under the warm light, left Adam speechless.

Lucifer, clearly enjoying Adam’s reaction, leaned over and planted a soft, teasing kiss on his cheek. Adam’s blush deepened, his whole face turning the same shade of red that had colored Lucifer’s earlier.

“Just this once, I’ll show you my feet,” Lucifer whispered with a playful wink before dipping them into the cool, crystal-clear waters of the pond. “Now, come sit with me, Addie~”

Adam, shy but eager, scooted closer and slipped his own feet into the water beside Lucifer’s. His heart fluttered as he watched the angel’s feet sparkle in the water, the cool sensation sending delightful tingles up his legs. He gasped when Lucifer’s foot brushed gently against his, the touch soft and teasing.

“Remember, Addie,” Lucifer murmured, his voice as soft as the breeze, “Uou mustn’t tell anyone about this.”

Adam’s breath hitched, and he nodded fervently, his gaze locked on the spot where their feet touched beneath the water.

“I-I won’t tell anyone, “He whispered, his voice barely audible.

Lucifer smiled sweetly, his sapphire eyes twinkling with affection.

“Good boy~” he purred, gently stroking his foot against Adam’s once more.

Adam’s heart raced, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the sun. He felt safe, cherished, and loved. With Lucifer by his side, everything in Eden seemed perfect—even if the world was full of confusing mysteries, if they had their little secrets, Adam knew he’d always have something special that was just for them.

~#~

Adam blinked hard, pulling himself out of a memory that felt both sweet and distant, like a faded photograph. He didn’t know why it resurfaced now, but the ache in his heart told him how deeply those moments had mattered. How close he and Lucifer once were—before Lilith entered their world. Before everything changed.

Lucifer had shown him his feet. Something so sacred and forbidden for angels to reveal. And yet, Lucifer had done it for him, swearing Adam to secrecy. It was such a tender gesture, and as Adam remembered, his own bare feet tingled, as if they could still feel Lucifer’s delicate touch. The way he had gently brushed their feet together, his expression always innocent, though Adam sensed something more behind those sparkling sapphire eyes. Lucifer’s feet had shimmered like the stars themselves, and Adam had often wondered if all of the Archangel’s skin sparkled in that celestial way, or if it was something uniquely Lucifer. Either way, the memory made Adam’s heart race all over again.

“Addie~” a familiar, joyful voice called from the bushes. Lucifer’s lean, graceful form emerged from the lush greenery, his body wrapped in a playful tangle of woven leaves, petals, and vines. His golden hair shimmered like spun sunlight, framing his cherry-red cheeks, making him look impossibly adorable. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Adam’s lips curled into a smile as he watched Lucifer approach, his fingers sinking into the soft golden sand along the riverbank. “Sorry, I guess I got lost in my thoughts.”

His eyes lingered on the fallen angel. Lucifer still looked breathtakingly beautiful, even after the fall. His once flawless white skin now carried a peppering of black along his arms, which had morphed into long, sharp claws. His legs were coated in soft midnight fur that ended in hooves. His face had become slightly more angular, his eyelashes long and dramatic, while his once sapphire eyes had melted into molten gold, flecked with crimson. The blue tint of his cheeks had deepened into a rich, blood-red hue, but Adam still saw the same beauty beneath it all.

“What’re you thinking about?” Lucifer cooed, dropping to his knees beside Adam and practically shoving himself into Adam’s space, preening for affection like a cat seeking warmth. "Anything nice about me?"

A small laugh escaped Adam, and with a burst of boldness, he leaned in to kiss the sensitive red markings on Lucifer’s cheeks, the Archangel's weak spot. A thrill of satisfaction ran through him as Lucifer shuddered and moaned softly, flushing even deeper.

“Of course,” Adam teased, his voice gentle. “I’m always thinking sweet things about you.”

Lucifer smirked at that; his eyes gleaming mischievously. “Damn right you are.” He stretched his legs out, his claws grazing over his thigh as he relaxed beside Adam.

Adam’s gaze flickered to the white scar that marred Lucifer’s thigh—a reminder of the time Lucifer had scaled the Tree of Knowledge and faced off with the fierce Cherubim guarding it. He’d gotten hurt because of Adam’s curiosity, because he couldn’t resist helping him, despite the risks.

“You can touch it, if you want,” Lucifer said softly, catching Adam’s gaze. “I’ve seen you looking.”

Adam flushed, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him. “It’s just... you got hurt because of me, and—”

“I don’t regret it. Not for a second,” Lucifer interrupted, his tone firm and resolute. He reached out and took Adam’s hand, his claws curling gently around it, guiding Adam’s palm to his scarred leg. “You don’t think it’s ugly, do you?”

Adam’s heart clenched. He had noticed this more and more lately—Lucifer, despite all his power and beauty, constantly seeking reassurance. No matter how often Adam told him he was stunning, it never seemed to fully sink in. Lucifer, the radiant, fallen star, still didn’t believe he was worthy of love.

“Luci,” Adam whispered, his fingers tracing the scar as if to soothe it. “There’s nothing ugly about you. Nothing. You’re beautiful to me—always have been, always will be.”

Lucifer’s golden eyes softened, but Adam could see the flicker of doubt that still lingered behind them, a shadow that refused to let go. He leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against Lucifer’s.

"I mean it," Adam whispered against Lucifer's skin, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "To me, you're perfect—scars and all."

Lucifer’s lips curled into a small, tender smile. He didn’t say anything, but the way he leaned into Adam’s touch, the way his body relaxed just a little more, spoke volumes. Even if he couldn’t fully believe the words, in that moment, he wanted to.

Adam's fingers traced the jagged, yet oddly mesmerizing, scar on Lucifer's leg. It zigzagged across his thigh but had a faint star-like shape to it, just like all of Lucifer’s scars. Adam couldn’t help but wonder why every deep wound Lucifer bore healed into a star. Even the scar on his own chest had the same celestial pattern. His touch lingered on the soft, velvety fur that framed the scar, the gentle texture of Lucifer’s goat-like legs always surprising him. Despite their sharp appearance, they were tender, warm, and inviting beneath Adam’s fingers.

“That feels nice,” Lucifer murmured, his voice a mix of contentment and playfulness as he rested his head against Adam’s shoulder. His breath was soft against Adam’s skin, the moment intimate and peaceful. “I love it when you give me attention.”

A light laugh escaped Adam’s lips, his chest vibrating from the sound. “Of course you do.”

Lucifer chuckled, his voice taking on a teasing, sing-song tone. “Because I’m selfish~”

Before Adam could respond, Lucifer leaned up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the curve of Adam’s throat. He felt the way Adam shivered beneath his lips, and it delighted him to no end. He pulled back just enough to see the flush creeping up Adam’s neck, his own grin widening with satisfaction.

“I also like to return the attention, Addie~” Lucifer whispered, his voice a seductive purr as his golden eyes glimmered with mischief. His fingers trailed gently along Adam’s arm, his touch as light as the breeze, drawing a shudder from the human beneath him.

Adam's heart fluttered, a mix of warmth and nerves coursing through him. He couldn't help but smile, despite the heat rising in his cheeks. "You’re incorrigible, you know that?"

Lucifer grinned wider, his eyes sparkling like molten gold. "And you love it."

Adam sighed, rolling his eyes playfully, but his smile never faded. He did love it—the attention, the way Lucifer knew exactly how to make him feel special. And in these quiet moments, with the gentle rhythm of the river in the background and Lucifer’s presence wrapped around him like a comforting blanket, Adam felt at peace.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead softly against Lucifer’s, their breath mingling in the small space between them.

“Maybe I do,” Adam whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with affection.

Lucifer’s grin softened into something more tender, his hands gently cupping Adam’s face as he nuzzled closer. “Good. Because I’m never letting you forget it, Addie.”

Adam’s emerald eyes wandered down the length of Lucifer’s legs, trailing over the soft, velvety fur and coming to rest on his hooves. His heart clenched when he saw them—sore, unkempt, and clearly neglected. A distressed sound escaped his throat before he could stop it, his brow furrowing with concern.

"Lucifer!" Adam scolded softly, his voice filled with a mixture of worry and affection.

"I thought we agreed you’d take better care of these." He gestured toward the poor state of Lucifer’s hooves, shaking his head in disappointment.

Lucifer blinked, caught off guard by Adam’s sudden shift in tone. For a moment, he tried to brush it off, shrugging with a playful smile.

"Oh, it’s nothing, Addie. I’ve just… gotten caught up in the freedom of not having to wear those pinching boots all the time. You have no idea how much those things hurt! They’ve been forcing me into them for so long, and now, being barefoot is such a luxury," he said, trying to make light of it.

Adam’s frown deepened, though his expression softened as he listened. He did feel for Lucifer—the thought of him being forced into uncomfortable boots, no doubt by Heaven’s expectations, made his heart ache. But still, he couldn’t ignore how sore Lucifer’s hooves looked.

"I get that, really," Adam murmured, his tone gentle as his fingers grazed the fur near Lucifer’s legs.

"But look at them, Luci… They look so sore." His voice dropped to a near whisper as he asked, "Are you still in pain?"

Lucifer hesitated, his bravado faltering. His cheeks flushed a soft pink, and for the first time in a long while, he seemed bashful, almost shy. He glanced away, his golden eyes flickering with embarrassment.

"I… I don’t really know how to take care of them properly," he admitted, his voice much quieter now. "It was easier when I could just wrap them up and give them a quick rinse in the shower. I guess I’ve never really given them much thought."

Adam hummed in response, his mind already shifting to a solution. Without another word, he patted his lap and gestured for Lucifer to rest his hooves there. "Come on, put them here. Let me help."

Lucifer’s heart skipped a beat at the offer. He stared at Adam for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. Something about the gesture—so simple, so kind—made his chest tighten with a feeling he didn’t quite know how to express. His love for Adam swelled in that instant, but instead of saying anything, he blushed a deeper shade of red and awkwardly shifted to lay his hooves across Adam’s lap.

The tenderness in Adam’s eyes as he carefully took Lucifer’s hooves into his hands was almost overwhelming. His touch was gentle, his fingers soft as they caressed the fur framing the hooves, brushing away any dirt or stray bits of Eden’s soil. Adam moved with such care, as if he was handling something precious, and Lucifer couldn’t help but blush harder, his heart racing with every delicate movement.

"You're always so gentle," Lucifer whispered, almost to himself, as Adam continued to attend to him.

Adam smiled softly, his focus never wavering as he carefully began cleaning the hooves, using the edge of his sleeve to wipe away the grime.

 "You deserve it," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I hate seeing you in pain."

Lucifer’s chest tightened again, a warmth spreading through him as he watched Adam work. The human’s fingers moved with such care, cradling each hoof as if they were something sacred. Adam’s thumb lightly grazed over the tender edges of Lucifer’s hoof, smoothing over the ridges with a touch that sent shivers up Lucifer’s spine.

He didn’t know what to say, his usual playful confidence slipping away in the face of Adam’s kindness. All he could do was watch, his golden eyes softening, his body relaxing into Adam’s touch.

"Does that hurt?" Adam asked, glancing up at him with concern as he gently brushed more dirt from the hoof.

Lucifer shook his head, feeling oddly shy again. "No… It feels nice, actually."

Adam’s smile deepened; his gaze warm as he returned his focus to cleaning. He worked slowly, methodically, making sure to tend to every detail. The way he handled Lucifer’s hooves was nothing short of reverent, like he was tending to something far more delicate than the fallen Archangel’s battered feet.

Lucifer’s heart swelled even more, and he swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check. He wanted to say something—to tell Adam how much this meant to him, how much he loved him for this—but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he just watched in quiet admiration, feeling the love deepen in his chest as Adam’s fingers worked their magic.

For the first time in a long time, Lucifer felt vulnerable in a way that didn’t scare him. Adam’s touch made everything feel okay, made him feel cherished in a way he hadn’t realized he needed.

When Adam finished, he looked up at Lucifer, his eyes soft and filled with care.

"Better?" he asked, his voice quiet and soothing.

Lucifer smiled, his cheeks still a little pink as he nodded. "Much better, Addie… Thank you."

Adam leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Lucifer’s knee, right above the scar. "Anytime, Luci. You just have to ask."

Lucifer’s heart fluttered again, and though he didn’t say it, in that moment, he was sure of one thing—he was hopelessly, completely in love with Adam.

Adam’s fingers continued to glide gently over Lucifer’s hooves, the warmth of his touch soothing the fallen angel. After a few moments, Adam finally broke the comfortable silence, his voice soft but curious. “Why do you think your hooves are so ugly, Luci?”

Lucifer shrugged, his golden eyes flicking away in that familiar, dismissive way.

“Because they are ugly, Addie,” he muttered, as if it were an obvious fact.

Adam pouted, his heart aching at how casually Lucifer put himself down. Shaking his head, he caressed the arch of one hoof with deliberate care, his thumb brushing over the tender fur surrounding it.

“I don’t think they’re ugly at all,” Adam said quietly, his gaze unwavering. “They’re beautiful.”

Lucifer scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him.

“Beautiful? You must be joking.” He frowned, his voice growing harsher as he insulted himself. “I mean, look at me. What kind of archangel has hooves for feet? I look like some cheap knock-off, a twisted version of what I used to be.”

Adam fell silent for a few seconds, his emerald eyes glancing down at Lucifer’s hooves as he absorbed the angel’s words. Then, quietly but firmly, he spoke. “Probably the kindest one.”

Lucifer blinked, caught off guard. His gaze snapped to Adam’s face, searching for any sign that he was teasing or being sarcastic.

“You… really think I’m kind?” he asked, his voice softening in disbelief.

Adam chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully before nodding. “Yeah, I do. I think you’re the kindest one, Luci. Sure, you’ve made mistakes—we all have—but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re kind.”

He paused, his cheeks flushing slightly as he continued, “And honestly… I think you’re even more beautiful now than when you were an Archangel.”

Lucifer stared at Adam as if he’d just heard something impossible, his eyebrows raising in shock.

“Are you serious?” he stammered. “You can’t mean that. I was the most beautiful when I was an Archangel of the Lord. Look at me now—I’m just a step down. A cheap imitation of what I once was.”

Adam felt his face heat up, shy and a little embarrassed to admit what he’d been thinking for so long. He glanced away for a moment, before finally looking back at Lucifer with sincerity in his eyes.

“I… actually prefer you like this,” he admitted, his voice almost a whisper. “I find you… very attractive. More so now than when you were an Archangel.”

Lucifer gaped at him, his mouth hanging open in shock.

“You—what?” He blinked several times, gawking at Adam as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “You’re not lying?”

Adam met Lucifer’s gaze head-on, his emerald eyes filled with honesty. “Why would I lie about that?”

Lucifer sucked in a sharp breath, his face flushing a brilliant shade of red as he struggled to process Adam’s words. Slowly, he nodded, his heart racing. He knew Adam wouldn’t lie to him about something like this.

But the compliment felt strange, foreign. Lucifer’s golden eyes grew distant, misted over as he allowed himself to be vulnerable.

“I… hate myself, you know,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I hate how I look now. When I fell, and I woke up like this…”

He gestured vaguely to his changed form, his claws, his hooves. “It was hard. Maybe I could’ve gotten used to the hooves if that was all, but it wasn’t. I woke up with claws, horns, and then there’s the fucking tail…”

At the mention of a tail, Adam perked up, his eyes dropping to Lucifer’s hips as if expecting to see it. “Wait… you really have a tail?”

Lucifer pouted, folding his arms across his chest in frustration. “That’s all you’ve got to say?” he grumbled. “Yeah, I have a tail. It’s just as ugly as the rest of me.”

Adam shook his head in disagreement, his expression softening as he thought back. “I always wondered about that… I remember thinking I saw it back in Hell, before my second death, but I wasn’t sure. I thought maybe I’d imagined it.”

He smiled, his gaze warm as he added, “I don’t believe for a second that it’s ugly, though.”

Lucifer snorted, rolling his eyes. “You’re only saying that because you haven’t seen it up close. Trust me, it’s not something you’d call cute.”

Adam tilted his head, his curiosity piqued.

“I wish I could see it up close,” he said, his voice soft and thoughtful. “Why don’t you have it here, in Eden?”

Lucifer blinked, surprised by the question. He looked down at his lap, then back up at Adam. “I assume, like my wings, the tail was part of my powers. It must be tied to them, so I don’t have it here. Same with my horns, I guess.”

Adam’s pout returned, his lips curling into a small frown.

“Aww, that’s a shame. I wonder if it’s just as soft, too,” he mused absentmindedly, his hands trailing over Lucifer’s legs and fingers, as if his touch alone could bring that softness back.

Lucifer’s heart raced at the subtle, almost flirtatious way Adam caressed him. His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, all he could do was stare, his breath catching in his throat. Adam’s casual admittance—his gentle, open fondness for Lucifer’s body—was almost too much for him to handle. It sent a thrill through him, a mixture of surprise and something deeper, something more dangerous.

But for once, Lucifer didn’t mind. He leaned into Adam’s touch, his heart pounding in his chest, and wondered—maybe, just maybe, he could start believing Adam’s words.

“I wonder what kinds of things you could’ve done if you still had it,” Adam mused aloud, a light-hearted laugh slipping from his lips before he could stop himself.

Lucifer paused, blinking slowly at Adam as his smile turned sly, lips curling in a crooked, playful grin. A flicker of something dangerous and mischievous danced across his features. What kinds of things could he have done? The thought made his heart quicken, and suddenly, his mouth watered at the possibilities. His gaze darkened, molten gold swirling in his eyes as he reached out, fingertips—claws—skimming up Adam’s throat, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He leaned in close, his breath hot against Adam’s ear.

“Oh?” Lucifer’s voice was a low, sinful purr that sent shivers racing down Adam’s spine. “And what, exactly, were you imagining, my sweet Addie?”

Adam’s emerald eyes flew wide, the realization of what he might have suggested hitting him all at once. Heat flushed through him, turning his skin warm and prickly as his pulse hammered in his throat. His face darkened, every inch of him suddenly feeling much too warm under Lucifer’s intense, hungry gaze.

“L-Lucifer, whatever you’re thinking… that’s not what I meant,” Adam stammered, his voice shaky as he tried to backtrack, but it was too late. Lucifer's lips twisted into a wicked grin as he pounced, a blur of mischievous laughter and quick movement.

They tumbled together, rolling across Eden’s soft, golden soil in a whirl of laughter and heat, the earth warm beneath them. Before Adam could even catch his breath, Lucifer’s lips found his, pressing in with fervour and playfulness. The kiss was intoxicating, sweet and teasing all at once, and Adam felt himself melt into it, swept up in the rush of the moment.

Adam barely had time to register what was happening before Lucifer's body was pressing against his, the force of the fallen angel’s playful pounce knocking them both onto Eden’s warm, fragrant soil. The heat of the moment washed over Adam like a wave, his breath catching as their lips collided, unexpected yet electric.

Lucifer’s claws gently grazed Adam’s jawline, sending shivers down his spine as their lips brushed together in a teasing kiss. It wasn’t hurried, but deliberate—like Lucifer wanted to savour every second, every reaction from Adam. His breath was hot against Adam’s skin, the proximity overwhelming, his presence a mixture of danger and comfort all at once.

"Not what you meant, huh?" Lucifer teased, his voice low and sultry as he hovered just above Adam, their faces mere inches apart. His golden and red eyes glinted with a mischievous glimmer, darkened by desire.

"Then what did you mean, Addie?" His voice was a velvet purr, laced with temptation.

Adam’s heart raced in his chest, each beat loud and insistent, as if it wanted to escape the intensity of Lucifer’s gaze. His face was flushed, heat rising to his cheeks and neck, and suddenly every inch of him felt hypersensitive to the fallen angel’s touch. His emerald eyes darted away for a second, unable to withstand the fire in Lucifer’s gaze.

“I-I wasn’t thinking,” Adam stammered, trying to gather his thoughts, but Lucifer’s weight on top of him, the press of his body, made it nearly impossible to form a coherent sentence. His voice faltered, softer now, “Luci… I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Oh, but I think you did,” Lucifer breathed, leaning in closer, his lips brushing the shell of Adam’s ear. “Or at least… I’m hoping you did.”

There was a teasing lilt in his tone, but underneath it, a raw vulnerability that Adam recognized.

Adam’s breath hitched, and he felt a wild heat surge through him as Lucifer's words sank in. His body felt like it was on fire, caught between the pull of desire and the soft pang of affection for the angel above him.

 “Lucifer…” he whispered, his voice barely audible, as he tried to speak through the haze of emotions.

Lucifer's gaze softened for just a moment, his sharp grin faltering as he studied Adam's flushed face. There was a tenderness in his touch now, claws easing off, and he leaned down, pressing a much gentler kiss to Adam’s lips, softer this time, with the kind of care that only someone truly in love could give.

Adam kissed him back, slow and deliberate, his fingers tangling in Lucifer’s midnight fur as he pulled him closer. Despite the teasing and the heat of the moment, this was what it came down to—their connection, the way they fit together like pieces of the same whole. Adam felt the warmth of Lucifer’s body envelop him, the world around them falling away as they lay together in the heart of Eden.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless and flushed, Adam couldn't help but laugh softly.

"You’re impossible, Luci."

Lucifer’s smirk returned, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Only for you, Addie.”

But as they settled into the quiet of the moment, the heat simmering down, Adam found himself tracing the edges of Lucifer’s hooves again, marvelling at how natural it all felt—like they had always been like this, tangled together in love, teasing words and soft touches. His heart swelled with affection, and despite the teasing, he knew one thing for sure: there was no one else he’d rather be with.

~#~

Hell was a mesmerizing blend of deep blues, purples, and reds, stitched together in a tapestry of shadows and infernal light. The sky was a dusky purple, shrouding the realm in a twilight gloom, with the distant glow of Heaven shimmering far above like an unreachable moon. Wisps of steam curled lazily through the darkened streets, mingling with the acrid scent of sin and chaos. Sinners hurried past, some rushing to their shadowy homes, while others clashed in fiery disputes under the ever-watchful eyes of the city.

In the Ring of Pride, everything pulsed with the raw energy of its sovereigns. Power hummed through the streets like a living heartbeat, the presence of the King and Princess tangible in every corner. Purple and crimson eyes, set deep within the cracked stone of the city, watched intently, surveying all that transpired within their domain. There was an undeniable majesty to the place, a sense of grandeur woven into the very fabric of Hell.

The Hazbin Hotel towered above Pentagram City, a structure of haunting elegance. Its height was dizzying, with countless windows glowing in hues of violet and scarlet, echoing the colors of the Pride Ring itself. Every light beckoned, drawing the gaze of anyone who dared look. The wrought iron gates shimmered like stars against the dark backdrop, while a pristine, dusty white stone pathway wound its way up to the towering golden statue of a goat-dragon—a symbol both curious and awe-inspiring, throbbing with otherworldly energy yet oddly inviting.

Two towers rose from the hotel like sentinels, their designs both strange and familiar. From afar, they might resemble a colossal golden apple and an old-fashioned radio, but up close, it was clear that they embodied the two powerful forces that ruled this domain—rivals in both strength and influence. Their presence crackled in the air, a constant reminder of the duality of Pride.

Adam couldn’t shake the growing sense of regret. The moment he had stepped foot into the Hazbin Hotel, his heart had raced with unease, knowing deep down that Lucifer’s sugary words and honeyed promises were merely a trap. He had spent fifteen long years with Lucifer, trapped in Eden's paradise, and he should’ve recognized the gleam in Lucifer’s eyes—the one that always meant mischief was at hand.

If only he had listened to his instincts, if only he had trusted his gut… he might not be in this precarious position now. Yet here he was, ensnared once more, wondering what fate awaited him in this unnervingly beautiful and treacherous place.

“Aw, come on Addie~” Lucifer purred, running his long tongue along Adam’s throat. “Don’t keep those cute sounds locked away~ I want to hear them~”

He should have known…

Adam flushed brightly from embarrassment. He was pinned upon a queen-sized bed, his wrists held down by Lucifer’s claws. A shudder of heat ran through his vein, tingling through his gut and making his hips arch.

“Don’t you remember what you said in Eden?” Lucifer cooed, leaning back to peer down Adam’s delicious face hungrily. “How you wished I still had it? You wondered what type of things I could have done if I did~”

“I-I didn’t mean this – ohhh~” Adam clenched his eyes shut, waves of pleasure running through him. He crushed his lips together, clanking his teeth together and trying to stifle his moans.

Lucifer whined, nipping at Adam’s lips again. His hips were arched upward, his backside stuck up with his long silk black tail buried between Adam’s thick thighs. The sound of wetness echoed through the room as he purposely moved his arrow-tipped tail against Adam’s wet cunt, rolling it with desire.

“Addie~” he sang, pressing his naked body down upon Adam’s. “Come on baby~”

“Let me hear your adorable song, it’s been so long since I’ve last heard it~”

Adam's eyes sprung open, growing wide with a cry erupting from his throat. Lucifer grinned widely, so wickedly and mean as he began to push the tip of his tail into Adam's dripping wet cunt.

"Is it good? Is it better then you thought it would have been?" Lucifer teased, running his sharp teeth up Adam's exposed throat. He dug them into the bite claim he had immeidately returned to the skin. "Is it everything you fantasied about in Eden?"

"S-So much better!"

Lucifer laughed with victory, beginning to fuck Adam with his tail.

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 3 MATCH 1

Qiu propaganda:

“i love them sooooo much i was completely head over heels for cove but then i found out about qiu lin and ol2 and they took that spot in my brain IMMEDIATELY. that should say enough. also i just really want them to win this time </3”

“They're my beloved :] and also the only OL character not disqualified so I had to hdjdbdj I just wanna see how far they can go now :]”

“Genderfluid ADHD monarch. They enjoy mountain biking and ballet. As a kid, if they're set to Crush, they'll desperately try to find a way to link the MC's favorite color to themselves in an attempt to impress. They're the most popular kid in town and for good reason. Can be sharp as a tack, especially in social situations, but also can be so endearingly stupid.”

“Listen. Listen to me. Here's why Qiu Lin deserves the win (ha)

- They're a trans POC love interest (specifically genderfluid and chinese-american)

- They spend a lot of time in Step 1 (the first part of the game where everyone is a kid) being super nice and trying to accommodate for you

- They specifically try super hard to bring you (and Tamarack) into their already established friendship group

- (It doesn't work out super well initially but they're trying, be nice)

- Qiu's also just. Super sweet when you're set to have a crush on them in Step 1

- Like, their word count almost doubles when they have a crush on your MC

- There's one part of the game where you can bring up your favourite colour

- On a friendship route (or if you're set to neighbours), Qiu will maybe make a short comment about something related to your favourite colour

- On crush? Qiu stretches so far to tie your favourite colour back themself. Your favourite colour is green? That's the colour of their jacket!!! It's black? Like their bike, did they mention their cool bike!!! It's white, [imagine this is in italics] the inside of their house (no, really)!!! [end of imagining this is italics]

- They're also set to have an arc about much they accommodate for others and how they go from over accommodation in Step 1 to no accommodation in Step 2 to finding a balance in Step 3

- Also, like, they do in fact go through gender identity issues. In fact, they spend Step 2 not quite knowing their gender identity fully

Now, vote for Qiu!!!!”

"Genderfluid and uses they/he pronouns.

Their hobbies are mountain biking and ballet.

Most popular kid in town by, like, a mile. And for very good reason.

Immediately devotes themself to making sure their new neighbors (the MC and Tamarack) feel welcome in their new town.

Loooooves teasing their friends.

Is genuinely confused if the MC doesn't immediately consider them friends because. He considered you friends.

Not canonically ADHD (yet. things can change.) but like. The ADHD vibes are strong.

Forgetful and writes stuff down in a notepad to remember it, then proceeds to lose the notes. This happens constantly.

They have a whole arc about going from being overly accommodating and giving too much of themself to others, to closing off and not giving anything, to finding balance and figuring out how to be kind and caring without overexerting themselves.

Also, one of their closest friends is a trans woman. This is relevant simply because I love Renee and had to mention her."

Fenris propaganda:

“Broody hot elf with glowing tattoos and a sultry voice that escaped from his former slaver and joins your ragtag team of misfits that save the city. He is snarky with your companions and always so surprised to be loved and supported. Everytime I play and try to romance someone else I fail because I can't not flirt with him.”

“I've played through DA2 four times now and every time I think I'm gonna date someone other than Fenris and every time I don't do that”

“Please he is my husband. I literally cannot do a playthrough without romancing him regardless of how much I try to give the other chara ters a chance because his romance lines are just so good and he's always so surprised that Hawke is into him.”

[fanfictiongreenirises]

prompt: bonding over hating the same thing + jiang cheng & lan wangji

Lan Wangji didn't know how he'd ended up on this couch, but he'd take it over being forced to mingle. His brother had begged him to come, citing that he wasn't allowed to leave Lan Zhan home alone when their uncle was away on business. And Lan Wangji, clearly being the better brother here, had reluctantly agreed.

So here he was, in some smelly, dank basement, trying his best to will away the hours. It was already midnight, which was an hour later than he'd expected they'd be here, and so his social battery had dwindled to almost nonexistent.

Someone flopped down beside him with a curse. Crumbs flew up in the air and then vanished the moment gravity took hold of them. Lan Wangji was going to have to bleach all these clothes if he wanted to keep them.

"This place is fucking rancid," an unfortunately familiar voice commented. He didn't sound like he'd yet reached Lan Wangji's level of mental death, but then again, he hadn't witnessed the crumbs flying when he'd sat down.

"Mn," he agreed.

His companion in muck took it as a sign to continue. "Like, when Huaisang told me he knew a place, I expected, I dunno, to at worst be making out in the back of a car. And then he brings me here? And—and get this—he has the nerve to ditch me for some rando—" he waves his hand, "and now they've both vanished. How the fuck do I even get home?"

Lan Wangji frowned. "This doesn't sound like Nie Huaisang."

He hadn't known it was possible to let out a grumpy exhale, but Jiang Cheng managed it. "What do I even know about him," he muttered. "Hell, we aren't even together together; we've only hooked up once at a party."

"If he disliked you, he would let you know," Lan Wangji said darkly, intimately familiar with how Nie Huaisang retaliated to things he disliked.

"Yeah?"

How much should he disclose to Jiang Cheng? "One summer when my uncle was tutoring him, he managed to make his science project 'fail' in a way that produced a liquid that seeped into my uncle's garden bed, where he was growing magnolia for the upcoming contest. All the flowers turned green. Despite our attempts with changing the soil, trying different acids, all plants grown in the bed turn the same shade of green."

"Green is Huaisang's favourite colour," Jiang Cheng said with a straight face, nodding. And then his expression twisted up and he snorted. "God, I would've killed to see the look on your uncle's face when he did that!"

"Hrn." Lan Wangji had seen the expression when he'd been coming to tell his uncle and Huaisang that lunch was ready, and he'd quickly turned tail and walked back to the other end of the house.

Jiang Cheng sighed, standing up with the speed of a creaky, old man. "C'mon, if we start the trek home now, I'm sure someone'll see us on the way and offer a ride."

Lan Wangji hesitated, glancing at the direction his brother had vanished along with Nie Mingjue.

Jiang Cheng shook a hand in front of Lan Wangji's face impatiently. "Seriously? They've been necking in there for hours. I'd be surprised if they made it out of here before dawn. Do you really want to stay here on that couch the entire time?"

"I don't have a key," Lan Wangji said.

Jiang Cheng shrugged. "Wei Ying stays over at my place all the time—my dad won't care. My mother will probably be happier if it's you." Lan Wangji blinked at the hand, and then, weighing the pros and cons, reached up and grabbed it.

[jotadoul]

also, we watched the Cowboy Bebop movie, which is beautiful, fun, and very charming. the colour direction is so cohesive, lulling even, with gentle greens and sunset colours. great choreography as usual too! i do not know how they do it lol, they make rotoscoping look so good and natural, and know how to make it blend into the rest of the animation.

like most anime films— or any franchise— this particular approach where the film's story is both canonical and not, unstuck in time, falls sort of flat for me emotionally. it just feels like a longer episode, and since Cowboy Bebop is good, the film is good too. it's perfectly fine, and that's all. it's fine.

but i'm understanding that's exactly what people want. even in an adaptation, even in a different format that can do things an episode of tv can't, fans want to see their favourite guys unchanged. unaffected by the story they know them from. get the band back together, play the hits, say the lines. all the things they saw them do before, in the same order. nothing overlooked in favour of something else: give everyone their spotlight or we're not interested. not to be all [boss baby vibes tweet] when i talk about media, but i Am going to compare and contrast this stuff in order to understand Escaflowne better.

(the boss baby vibes tweet in question)

of course, if you seek to accomplish in one film what's done over an entire series, it means cutting things out. that's a choice that must be made, and you can't be surprised when it happens. a series of 26 episodes, ~25min each, is different from a ~90min film.

bearing that in mind, i guess the reason that the Escaflowne film (which came out a year before the Bebop film) is considered such a disappointment or even failure by most is because it does not give you the comforting cushion of the familiar— at least, not the familiar as you understand it. but doesn't that make you wonder what, if anything, you did understand? like if you know Escaflowne the series is deeply and holistically considered, rather than piecemeal, what in the film seems like a mistake that, in the series, doesn't? the film being what it is makes it clear that it never sought to provide that cushion. it transposed everyone and everything into a remix in order to express its same concepts through a slightly different application. what elements remain should tell you more about their significance in their original setting, too. the film is basically just about Hitomi, Van, and Folken. their relationships and roles have branched off from a core idea, taking new shape to point back to what the story said to begin with, and avoiding the fatigue of repetition. grappling with sorrow, anguish, and suicidality/self-destruction. what's wrong with that?

i spend a lot of time watching OVAs and thinking about editing. if you have the time, i'd recommend reading The Orchid Thief and watching the film Adaptation, in that order.

i spent the past year writing and illustrating a story, and then editing that story into a new story, and then editing that story into a new story. through that labour (and a result which i think bangs) i realised that the Escaflowne film is close to exactly what i would want for an adaptation— or at least, i really respect the approach. i adore the 1993-1994 JoJo's Bizarre Adventure OVA, a film in its own right, because with its limited runtime it prioritised the creation of a unique, emotionally atmospheric, cinematic experience instead of trying to replicate the manga. an adaptation will never be the same and therefore, in my opinion, shouldn't try to be. the 2010s JJBA TV anime sucks mad ass because it tried to hit every beat of the manga, look like and do everything a fan expects, and sacrificed the opportunity to create something beautiful in its own right. it has zero atmosphere. you can compare them yourself and the difference is obvious.

Escaflowne allowed itself the freedom of the alternate universe, so much so that it Incorporated it/expanded the story to include that concept without stating it in explicit terms. it doesn't need to, because even if you haven't heard/read the drama CDs, you already know Gaea is a parallel world acting as an analogue for Hitomi and an analogue for you. Any story is a parallel to your world. so it doesn't surprise me at all, since its purpose was already substantiated through the canonical concept/device and structure of a cycle.

mythological cycles, as in the case of Ireland, are defined by recurring characters and themes/patterns, with or without actually circuitous narratives. "cycle" can mean a loose collection of related characters and concepts, and "cycle" can mean circular. often they appear together. Norse myth is both a collection of related stories and a cycle of the world's destruction for another to begin in its place. this is something you'll find in Hindu mythology as well; in Hindu mythology, thousands of previous worlds have existed and been destroyed, and thousands more will appear to be destroyed in the future. i've talked about Buddhism and samsara a million times, about the cycle of death and rebirth and escape from that suffering, and how that plays into the story of Escaflowne, and the roles of Hitomi and Folken particularly.

(it's not conjecture or theory that they're equally as important as each other, with the same powers— the film gives them the same powers too, lol! they're connected across time and space! equals! LITERALLY equals! it's not up for debate! they really want us to know it's true. it's a theory in the same way evolution is a theory.)

to me it makes total sense to revisit Escaflowne in a new way even just because it's in keeping with what the story literally explored canonically. to do anything else would seem weirder, to make a film that just... retraces the same steps, floating in some disconnected piece of time so not to exclude anyone's expectations. Escaflowne maintains a constant, linear narrative, where almost every episode picks up immediately after the last, except for... two instances, i believe. Cowboy Bebop is far more episodic by comparison, so it's natural to make a film that acts as an episode. to that point, if we were to graph them, the character arcs in Bebop are like: ~ and the character arcs in Escaflowne are like: /

so what is there to retrace when the story is complete? the director insists 26 was all you'd ever get, that any other possibility was scrapped well before it started. no 39, no 100, nothing more. 26 episodes, flaws and fuckups and all. my favourite character, the enlightened load-bearing misunderstood martyr, died! of course i wish it were different lol. but why bother going backwards? by creating alternate realities, you can change the flow of time— and how to express that time— so that there IS no backwards. but they can still leave you aching for more, for a conclusion that never comes, because now you have to live it yourself.

all that said...

i understand why it's so disheartening. no— you don't have to tell me. i can see it in your eyes. awwww... you just wanted more Allen!!!!!!!! don't we all 😘💍👑🐐

[vwritesaus]

      ‘I don’t know how exactly, but I wish to speak with them about it,’ Thomas confesses. ‘Because I miss her, Genie. I miss her so bloody much.’       Eugenia’s voice wobbles horribly. ‘As I do. Every day.’       ‘I miss Kit, too.’ Thomas rubs his chest over his clothes, the buttons of his waistcoat catching on the edge of his family ring. ‘There’s a hole deep in my being which will never be filled again. It grows bigger with every reminder of them. Barbara’s favourite novel that’s still sitting in her room. Pieces of Kit’s laboratory set still in our room in the Devil’s Tavern. Barbara’s perfume, Kit’s notebooks… They’re endless, Genia. And I cannot escape them. Not truly, and it bloody hurts.’       He hates feeling like this, hates how pathetic he sounds. He hates that it reminds him of that day with Alastair in Zachary’s nursery, and hates that his voice cracks.       But so many things have changed, and none of them are reversible.       There’s a shaky sounding exhale and a murmured, sympathetic, ‘Oh, Thomas…’ ...       Out of both his parents, Thomas still finds it amazing how he and his father are almost the spitting image of each other, while Barbara and Eugenia look exactly like their mother. There are small differences, of course, such as how none of the children inherited their father’s greyish-green eyes, or how Eugenia has a smattering of freckles at her hairline she did not get from Sophie. But the resemblance between the two men is staggering regardless: hair the colour of sand that changes with the seasons, stocky build, skin painted with pale freckles that darken during the summer months.       When he was confined to his bed as a child, Thomas’s mind would sometimes wander and dream of being as big and tall as Gideon. Never did he consider that it would come true, such thoughts reserved for the nighttime when Thomas closed his eyes and let his imagination run wild. He would picture what the world would look like from up high, peering over rooftops and clock towers and church spires; he would chase demons, seraph blades held tightly in his hands, and have overwhelming triumph swell in his chest as those weapons would glide through the demons like butter.       He was strong. He was capable. He was the same height as his father when they stood side-by-side, and Gideon would gaze at his son with pride shining in his eyes.       Thomas always woke up feeling invincible after those dreams. ...       ‘Tell me, Thomas,’ Sophie starts. ‘How would you like to celebrate your birthday this year? I imagine James and Matthew have something up their sleeves.’       ‘You would be right,’ Thomas says dryly and with a smile as he glances at his mother, recalling Matthew’s detailed plans spilled over glasses of lemon squash and cups of coffee in the Devil’s Tavern some days ago. ‘I believe it involves a rather illustrious theatre and an Oscar Wilde play.’       Sophie looks surprised. ‘Is that so?’       Laughing, Thomas shakes his head. ‘No, but I imagine Matthew would appreciate such an event for his own birthday celebrations. It is a mere picnic outing, Mama. Nothing horribly special—at least that I know of.’ Recalling Claribella the reverse mermaid at James’s bachelor party, Thomas hopes no surprises like her show up at this picnic. Though knowing his friends, anything is possible.       ‘That sounds lovely,’ Sophie says. ‘No doubt you’ll all have a marvellous time. Though make sure you pack accordingly should it snow. We don’t want any of you getting sick. You’ll need blankets and some umbrellas—oh, and take your overcoat. The navy one. It will keep you warm and you look so handsome in it.’

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so the results of the poll asked for a preview of ch3, so here you go! some little lightwood-collins family snippets </3

lol "a little"... the whole chapter is basically thomas doing stuff with his family members, and it's dialogue heavy, so watch out

the full chapter will be up on early sunday morning AEDT, so keep your eyes peeled :>

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[taylor-on-your-dash]

Swift Ascent - Dolly Magazine - May 2009

Original Scans; Conducted on March 14, 2009 in Sydney

As usual, this was transcribed for the interviews spreadsheet.

DOLLY's Emma V meets Taylor Swift and discovers she's the perfect antidote to trashy starlets like Paris and Lindsay, proving once and for all that nice girls really do finish first.

I'm standing in the middle of an excited crowd on a Saturday night in March when a tall blonde walks onto the stage. "I feel like we should get to know each other," she says into the microphone "I'll start - my name's Taylor, I'm class of 2008, koalas ave my new favourite animal, and I officially love Australia". The crowd roars in approval, while 19-year-old Taylor Swift grins from ear-to-ear. Watching her flit across the stage ina micro-mini green sequined dress, it's hard to believe we're just a hop, skip and jump away from Mount Kosciusko at the "CMC Rocks the Snowys" country music festival. But like the festival itself, which is free of line-dancing and boot- scooting. Taylor is a contradiction Born in the small US town of Wyomissing, Pennsylvania. Taylor surprised everyone when she developed a passion for country music "The kids at school thought it was weird that I liked country -they'd make fun of me," she confessed recently. But Miss Swift didn't let a little thing like peer pressure put her off "discovered Shania Twain, Faith [Hill] and the Dixie Chicks, and I found all these things in their songs I could relate to country music told stories that made me think."

RELUCTANT SUPERSTAR As I wait backstage for my interview with Taylor, it's obvious when she enters the room, even though I can't actually see her due to all the people trying to catch a glimpse - I haven't seen so much fuse over ane person since interviewing Jessica Alba! Despite the hangers-on and the gaggle of minders rushing around, she appears relaxed and cheerful as she records a TV interview. Watching all the craziness unfold, it's hard to believe the statuesque teen (she stands at 180cm, the same height as supermodel Gisele Bündchen) was a loner at school. "Junior high was actually sort of hard, because I got dumped by this. group of popular girls," she revealed during an interview recently. "They didn't think I was cool or pretty enough so they stopped talking to me when I'd sit down at the lunch table, they'd get up and move. Or as I was setting up my equipment to sing karaoke at the town summer festival, the kids would shout horrible things."

TAYLOR BY NUMBERS Costume changes in her live show: 1 (she ripped off her black tee and jeans to reveal a green sequined shift dress) Signed first song-writing deal at 13 Scored first number-one at 16 Number of friends on MySpace: 1,177, 650-and counting! Number of albums sold: 6,000,000+

THE TAYLOR EFFECT Finally it's my turn to chat to Miss Swift, but before I sit down, she extends her hand and says, "Hi, I'm Taylor." I'm impressed -most celebrities fail to observe basic pleasantries when you meet them. As we chat a number of things strike me: her skin is like porcelain- I have to fight the urge to ask if it's real. Her hair is her signature thing-flowing curls which are naturally honey blonde (she's never coloured her hair), and her eyes-even when the questions get more personal, her blue eyes atay fixed on me the whole time. Many industry people say it's this natural air that sets Taylor apart from other young musicians. "I didn't want to write songs about being on the road and being in hotels and missing your family and missing your friends," she says. "I'm inspired by boys and love. Those are my favourite things to write about." After Joe Jonas dumped her in a 27-second phone call, Tay didn't get angry: she simply used the experience to pen the track "Forever & Always" which was a late inclusion in her top-selling alburn, Fearless. I ask her if she worries about whether potential boyfriends will be scared off by her candid song-writing style. She pauses, before saying, "I think my motto on that is that if guys don't want me to write bad songs about them, they shouldn't do bad things". It's a little piece of Taylor wisdom to take home, along with a photo and a hug that makes me think we could all use a bit of Taylor's sunny outlook in our lives.

TAYLOR TALKS, ER, SWIFTLY ON

HER DEATHROW MEAL "A huge cheeseburger, large fnes and a chocolate milkshake." WHAT MAKES HER SMILE "When I've just figured out the perfect word to go in that gap I was missing [in a song that s when I am at my happiest." BEING IN LOVE "I don't think I've had one great love of my life. Love is interesting because you can feel like you are in love and then after, you realise that if it had been that great love, then it would have lasted." HER SECRET TO MYSPACE SUCCESS. "My success on MySpace has come from not treating my MySpace as a promotional site, like I just wanted to get a lot of fans and use them to buy my albuma. I just wrote on my MySpace [about] who I am as a person, what I like, what I don't like. I think that being real with people is the best that you can do Just be yourself if you keep having to reinvent yourself, eventually you'll run out of things to be." HER LAST BIG SPLURGE "I bought a tour bus this year-that was a big splurge! But that's like where I live, so it's sort of like investing in a new house on wheels. It has a treadmill out the back, it has a shower, a complete bathroom, wood floors, a huge bed and a chandelier over the bed. It's really fun!"

[kquil]

are you still taking 🧁/matchups? if you aren’t, ignore/delete, no pressure :)

i’m 5’5, green eyes and brunette. my favorite color is green and i’m a little bit of a hippie. i love messing with my significant others and just being a little silly. i also reaaaaally love cats. my guilty pleasure is reality tv and i’m a slytherin primary/raven law secondary :)

don't worry darling, i saw your additional ask with more traits about you and i tried to include them here, i hope that's okay

im sorry this took so long to fulfil as well but i still hope that you enjoy the ship i came up for you ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

I ship you with Regulus Black 

i. you met regulus in his animagus form (a black cat), you thought he (as a cat) was so beautiful and, even though he didn’t react to your cooing, you grew a quick fondness for him anyway. not knowing that it was regulus as an animagus, you took him back to your dorm, where you treated him like a normal cat with cuddles and kisses and affection that regulus was not used to…although, he could get used to it. after that day, you never saw the handsome black cat again but gained the attention of a slytherin prince you never thought would ever look in your direction. 

ii. people never would have paired you two together but, stepping back, you and regulus balanced each other out pretty well. he tolerated your silliness because you made it look cute and you enjoyed messing with him because his reactions, no matter how minute, were amazing to witness — and they were all reactions you got out of him so they were all meant for your eyes only. 

iii. regulus’ favourite colour is green too so getting each other gifts is quite easy to do. you two both have green items of clothing that you liked wearing in your free time and you would unintentionally match clothes and sometimes even aesthetics. it was a flawless match each time and since neither of you planned for it, the two of you heated up in the cheeks because of it.  

iv. He was surprised to find out your favourite genres of music, although he grew a slight liking for them through you. likewise, through him, you grew an ear for classical music and jazz. you listen to a special playlist composed of yours and his favourite songs while cooking together in the kitchen; you would cook the main dish while he baked a dessert — as a perfectionist, he was amazing at baking and it fascinated you because you were so horrible at it. when you confessed that fact aloud for the first time, it made him laugh; you awed at how pretty he looked when he laughed but when he     v. when you found out he was the black cat you had taken in and coddled one night, instead of being angry, you begged him to turn into an animagus more often so you could cuddle in his cat form. he didn’t know whether he should have been offended or happy that you weren’t upset with him. because he couldn’t resist your puppy-dog eyes and because he loved you so much, he relented each and every time so you could cuddle and pet him as a cat — he definitely didn’t enjoy it to the point that he was purring, curled up in your arms and drifting off to sleep… (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 5, Part 6

It's time for Viola to enter infanthood and she meets some new faces with varying results. Rahul and Cassandra work together to fit in enough time for all three kids.

Rahul: Are you ready to age up little green bean?

Cassandra: Could you do it? I’m stuck pumping again

Rahul: Happy to, but what will we do with all this milk because it’s a lot

Cassandra: I have an idea actually

Sparkle, sparkle, age up!

Viola rolled the cautious trait and spawned in a green shirt, meaning green is her first favourite colour and the nickname green bean absolutely works!

Cassandra: Mama has a surprise, we have some visitors coming to see you! Aren’t you special

Mercedes: I special too

Cassandra: Of course little ladybug, I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise

Raul: You and Savannah are both special to

Mercedes: HOORAY

DOORBELL

Cassandra: You made it!

Luna: We did, I can’t resist seeing infants

Devin: How are you handling this one Cass

Cassandra: We’re doing our best, aren’t we Viola

Luna: If you need babysitters just say

Devin: Lu- We talked about you doing too much

Cassandra: This one’s nana will be plenty of help in that department, don’t worry Luna

Devin coos over Viola who is happy to meet her and smiles back.

Cassandra: There is something you could help me with Luna

Luna: Really

Cassandra takes back Viola and keeps talking.

Cassandra: I seem to be producing far too much milk. At least, far too much for just this one. I called the hospital and there’s a milk bank in Del Sol Valley

Devin smiles, guessing where this is going.

Cassandra: If I give you my surplus perhaps you could deliver it for me? You’re welcome to take some out for Alfred and Rilian first of course

Luna: You mean it?

Cassandra: I can’t imagine not being able to feed my baby, I want to help you and other mothers who can’t

Devin: Thank you, seriously. Come on Lu, let’s take it all before she changes her mind

Luna can’t get words out and just nods happily. Not being able to feed her boys properly contributed to her post-partum depression getting so bad. Maybe with some extra milk, some of the guilt will ease.

Cassandra takes Viola to the lounge and begins some tummy time. Viola does not approve and cries herself through it. A couple of times I think she has lifted her head up but the game doesn’t agree with me. To make matters worse she’s getting incredibly tired. When one is tired stereo music seems ridiculously loud and Viola cries at the lullabies station.

Cassandra: Oh little bean, it’s okay. We’ll just say hi to nana who came over specially, then it’s night night time

Lavina: Is this my third grandbaby

Cassandra: Yes. Viola, meet your nana

Lavina: Is she... okay? She's not smiling

Viola bursts into tears and fusses, trying desperately to get away from Lavina

Cassandra: I’m sorry, she does seem to be pretty cautious

Lavina: You do seem good at making spirited ones

Viola continues to cry and struggle while Cassandra tries to soothe her.

Lavina: Now see here young lady, that is no way to behave. You calm down this instant

Viola stops crying and sits still, wobbling her lip

Cassandra: Maybe I should-

Viola erupts in cries again and Lavina having had ENOUGH passes her back to Cassandra

Cassandra: There there Viola, mama is here, we’ll go have a nice nap

Viola snuggles in to Cassandra's shoulder happily.

Cassandra: There now, isn’t it better in our onesie

Viola: *hiccups*

Cassandra: Are you okay green bean

Viola: *hiccups and smiles*

Cassandra: I guess you just hiccup a bunch, that’s okay. Sleep well darling, I’ll put on a lullaby

In the lounge Savannah is dancing away to the stereo while Rahul works with Mercedes on her basic needs.

Rahul: What is this? How does it help

Mercedes tries to peek around the cards but Rahul is having none of it.

Rahul: No cheating little ladybug. Give me your best guess

Mercedes: It milk. It help… it help… me not be hungry?

Rahul: YES! Well done

Rahul reaches level 10 parenting and discovers he is a perfectionist…

Cassandra: Dinner time

Savannah: YAY! I starving

Rahul: That’s not quite true

Cassandra: Here you are Mercedes, eat up. Did you have time to speak to your mum big guy

Rahul: Briefly. She muttered something about coddling infants and left

Mercedes draws herself into position, and once again the plate goes flying!

Cassandra: Oh my watcher, again???

Rahul: MERCEDES!

Mercedes: *squeaks*

Savannah: Bad to make food fly, food is yum

Mercedes: *smiles* Food not fly, food FALL

Savannah bursts in to giggles while Cassandra tuts at Mercedes

Mercedes: Can I have food now

Cassandra: Ladybug you just had food right there

Rahul: You’re lucky we have an extra serving of this

Savannah: Mercedes you too silly, too silly

Rahul: She’s messy

Mercedes: I FUN

Cassandra: *chuckles* clearly we’ve got work to do on manners

After dinner Rahul gets the twins to bed while Cassandra wakes Viola. She hasn’t been asleep for long but she’s used her diaper and will be hungry soon. Cassandra changes her and manages to avoid disaster.

Raul: Hey Cluckton, see anything on patrol

Cluckton: *squawks* no invaders today

Rahul: I’ve just got to hang this washing, best not stand under it unless you like wet feathers

Cluckton: *clucks disapprovingly*

Rahul heads inside and finds Cassandra giving Viola dinner.

Rahul: How is she

Cassandra: She seems to have a really good appetite, just like Savannah

Raul: Ah but will she eat more baby food than Savannah did

Cassandra: Let’s wait until she can sit and has teeth huh

Cassandra: I just have to go tuck your sisters in bed, then we’ll give you a proper sleep green bean

Viola pouts as soon as Cassandra lays her down but I can’t guarantee she would stay in a back carrier while Cassandra puts the twins to bed so this is where we are.

Cassandra: Come on darlings, bed time

Savannah: Yes mama

Mercedes: Story mama

Cassandra: I think you’re too tired for a story little ladybug

Mercedes: No I *yawns* not

Cassandra tucks in Savannah and by the time she goes over to Mercedes the younger twin has fallen asleep.

Cassandra: Mama is back, let’s get you to bed

Viola smiles to Cassandra as she is carried across the house. Once she’s placed in the crib Cassandra starts up a lullaby and needs another pumping session. Rahul comes in to kiss Viola goodnight after seeing the twins.

Rahul: I think I��ll take tomorrow off work as well

Cassandra: Your boss seems pretty understanding

…

Rahul: Now that’s taken care of, and so are your breasts…

Cassandra: What big guy?

Rahul: All our children are asleep, we could get up to some adult fun

Cassandra: Perfect. But we need to go back to using protection for now, I don’t want the next one leaving me heavily pregnant between rotations

The two have a good time but a few hours later Cassandra is woken up by her milk supply again.

Cassandra: Pretty sure I could open my own milk bank

Rahul: *laughs* Hey, you focus on that and I’ll do Viola

Cassandra: You sure

Rahul: I know where we keep the milk supply. You do what you need then get some sleep so you can enjoy tomorrow. It’s meant to be sunny

Rahul leaves Cassandra to pump and goes to wake Viola. It may seem bizarre to wake her up but it’s time for her next feeding whether she is asleep or not.

Rahul: *softly* Viola, green bean, time for some milk

Viola scrunches her face, stretches out, then curls back up

Rahul: Come on Viola

Rahul chuckles and scoops Viola out of her crib. She seems to wake up at the smell of her bottle and greedily guzzles it down. Afterwards Rahul burps her and takes her to the changing table. She has used her diaper so it’s best changed before she gets uncomfortable. Rahul is getting into the swing of it when-

PEE EVERYWHERE

Rahul: Oh heavens, it’s been a minute since that happened. Why do I want kids again

Viola looks at him quizzically

Rahul: Because you’re adorable Viola, that’s why

When Viola is tidy Rahul moves her down to the playmat.

Rahul: Okay green bean, lets do some tummy time. Mama told me you were working on lifting your head, how about it

As normal being an infant is difficult and Viola panics at having to do tummy time. Rahul feels terrible as she wails but tries to stay encouraging. Eventually Viola fully pushes her head up, and the milestone is met!

Rahul settles Viola back in bed and starts a lullaby for her. Then he goes and washes his arms thoroughly before going back to sleep.

Cluckton: *crows* Hear ye, hear ye, a new dawn

Feathers: *clucks* Quiet dear, you’ll wake the tiny one

Cluckton: *crows* Don’t worry, tiny ones sleep through anything

In the nursery however, Viola has been woken up. She panics as she is still very tired. Through tears she does her best to try go night night by herself. After a while she calms down and manages to head off to sleep.

The sun is beautifully bright today and Rahul and Cassandra are keen to get out and amongst their animals, plants and the fresh air. Rahul folds up the washing he did yesterday while Cassandra makes sure everyone has enough to eat. Then she goes to milk Turtle which Cluckton seems to approve of?

Rahul looks after Viola when she wakes up and tests out his new back carrier. It has a hood which will hopefully stop Vola getting sunburnt today.

Rahul: You are just going to love outside green bean, it’s amazing

The twins are also excited to get out and enjoy the unusual winter sunshine.

Mercedes: What you doing mama

Cassandra: It’s called yoga

Savannah: What *stumbles* What yoga mama

Cassandra: It’s a kind of exercise to help me stay healthy. I can bend in to cool shapes like this!

Savannah: You see Viola

Mercedes: She with papa. She look… cute

Savannah: We cute but yes, she look cute to

Mercedes: You think we need glasses like Viola and mama and nana

Savannah: Maybe, not today

Mercedes: Hello chickens, I missed you

Savannah: How am I Turtle? I fast like you yet

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[all-or-nothing-baby]

15 QUESTIONS, 15 (or whatever) TAGS

i was tagged by @ash-mcj—thanks dude! HERE is their's.

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1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYBODY?

my middle name is the name of my mum's friend/dad's ex who died (my folks ended up getting together a year later).

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

about 10 minutes ago? to WELLY BOOTS which is an amazing devil song i've heard 10,000 times before. i honestly cry a gajillion times a day bc i don't just cry at sad stuff but also anything that moves me: from hearing a wonderful piece of music... to someone saying something kind to me or anybody else (real person or fictional character)... to being overwhelmed by the enormity of life and all its fucked-up and wonderful complexities... seriously, absolutely bloody everything makes me cry!

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

yes, two of 'em; a brilliant, beautiful, super-talented, immensely kind and outrageously hilarious 24 year old and a brilliant, beautiful, super-talented, immensely kind and outrageously hilarious 15 year old :) they're incredibly different individuals who bicker like siblings absolutely should and love each other a lot. i love them both so much it makes me cry when i think about it (surprise surprise).

4. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?

oh, no, never. (probs too much at times—although i don't always understand when others are using it with me #neurodiversesquad).

5. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

used to do what the american folks call 'run track', back in the day before chronic illnesses became the villain in my story.

6. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT SOMEONE?

whether they, you know, get it (or not).

7. EYE COLOUR?

erm, a bit of an odd sort of dark grey/blue with lots of dark green swirls and splodges

8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

oh definitely scary movies, horror my beloved <3 i think i'm finally (bc it's been on my list for so long omg) gonna get around to watching RELIC tonight! *scratching at the door noises*

9. ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?

forgetting absolutely fucking anything and everything all the fucking time. ALWAYS knowing the first letter of the word i can't think of. having a bit of a photographic memory. being able to play the william tell overture by flicking my fingernails against my front teeth. making really good pancakes. good at accents. pretty good at drawing faces. playing music by ear. great at making inconsequential lists lol

10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

blackpool, a seaside town in the north-west of england, UK. imo it's a veritable shithole these days, only good for trashy arcades and getting stabbed... but i do miss the ocean now i don't live there.

11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

making art, making words, making mixtapes, making trouble, making time for reading, making music, making a mess.

12. DO YOU HAVE PETS?

yes—i couldn't imagine not having critters in the house! i have 4 precious arseholes cats: little jimmy novak and moriarty, who are both house-loving cats—like, they do go out, but are indoors wanting cuddles more often than not. whereas the other two, grace jones ii and goku, are practically feral and only really come home for dinner and if it's raining hard (and the occasional i-will-allow-you-to-stroke-me-and-let-you-have-the-honour-of-me-sitting-on-your-knee-i-suppose).

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5'2". short king.

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

loved art and english in high-school, and also enjoyed drama and history. i studied art at college and fashion at uni (which was a mistake, that world was very much not for me pfft).

15. DREAM JOB?

i honestly don't dream of jobs. but if i did? i suppose a portrait artist or published poet who was paid enough to actually live on, aha.

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tagging, play or nay: @shealynn88 @sharkfish @novemberhush @greyhavenisback @poebin @jmeelee @raisesomehale @rajalagang @ohhalefire @halinski @kikiroo @lovebillyhargrove @harrgrove @slytherkins @witchsickness @ltleflrt @wellwaterhysteria @deklo @chasingcastiel @racheld93 @gabedemon absolutely anybody else who wants to do the thing!

[addamvelaryon]

What are your fave House Velaryon headcanons? or some things you wish to see in the books?

Ohmygod, I keep forgetting to answer this ask.

I have A LOT of favourite headcanons, some are extrapolated from canon and others are just things I want to be true. Tbh, some of these ideas I’ve thought about for too long, in this past decade of being a house Velaryon fan, so you might have to do some mental gymnastics to keep up. 😂😂

- House Velaryon was founded by a bastard. This the ultimate truth to me. Bastardy is so deeply ingrained into their family tree, with 8 bastards being associated with them (so far!), that if the family founder turns out to be anything but a bastard, I will be both surprised and disappointed.

- Speaking of the family founder, this person was a twin. Both Alyn & Laena have twins, and these two are integral to the theme of family legacy that’s relevant to house Velaryon, so I feel that it should apply to the og Velaryon as well. Either a twin or had twin children.

- Regarding this twin sibling, that person founded house Lowther in the Reach. Their house colours completely match house Velaryon + sea themed sigil (dolphin). Of Laena’s twins, Baela resided at Driftmark in the Crownlands but Rhaena went to the Reach. Of Alyn’s twins, we don’t know what happened to Jeyne (my guess is she relocated to the Reach) but Jon founded a new house in the Crownlands. Since GRRM has a tendency to “recycle” the core details for these Westerosi families, I’m just combining these ideas to come to this conclusion.

- There is a whole venn diagram that exists only in my mind of the narrative parallels in the relationships between Corlys/Daemon/Alyn & the various women in their lives. It’s all connected. GRRM told me so himself.

- The Velaryon seat was said to be given to them by the Merling King. As far as I’m concerned, the og Velaryon either fucked the Merling King, a child of the Merling King, or is a child of the Merling King. Any of these scenarios is okay with me.

- Speaking of the Merling King, he is said to have green hair. So I like to imagine that some Velaryons, along with other people living around the Narrow Sea, have a tendency to dye their hair green to some degree.

- All Velaryons have ear piercings. It’s a rite of passage in the family to do this. I love this headcanon because sailors in the real world were also known for piercing their ears.

- Monford’s wife is a lady of house Celtigar. So Ardrian Celtigar is actually his father in law. 🦀

- Alyssa & Daemon had a contentious sibling relationship.

- All of Corlys’ children are lgbt. 🤗

- Alyn died/went missing after he ventured into the Shivering Sea (the one place even Corlys dared not visit).

- Addam didn’t actually die at Tumbleton. That was just a lie Benji told the world. Instead, Addam was at the Isle of Faces for those 8 years his body was missing.

- Going off the official art, Alyn originally had short hair but then started growing it out longer. Whereas, Addam has hair below shoulder length. So I like to believe that Alyn grew his hair long in memory of his brother.

- Daemon was married to a Corbray and his son, Corwyn, was married to a Blackwood.

- Aurane is going to fight Euron in a sea battle in TWOW. This is the reason why GRRM never went through with the Alyn vs Dalton battle, in Fire & Blood, since their descendants are meant to fulfill that.

- Alyn’s flagship for the Second Conquest of Dorne is named for Daenaera (since she is the mother of Daeron the Young Dragon).

- The last of Alyn’s 6 flagships was named for Princess Elaena.

- Laena (daughter of Alyn) is the namesake of Laena Penrose (daughter of Elaena).

- This Laena became the future Lady of Driftmark after her brother(s) died (see below) and also raised her half-siblings, Jon & Jeyne.

- The second child born to Alyn & Baela was a boy and he was named after Corlys. He eventually dies without leaving behind any children (unlike the man he was named for who was very concerned with having descendants).

- Alyn & Baela named their youngest son Addam (after his uncle 🥰). This Addam died in the Second Conquest of Dorne just like the og Addam died in the Second Battle of Tumbleton.

- Alyn’s bastard son with Elaena was named Jon for his maternal grandfather (just like Alyn wanted to name his son with Baela after his paternal grandfather, Corlys). And then Jon’s twin sister is named Jeyne to match.

- House Velaryon supported Daemon Blackfyre.

[rainintheevening]

QuiRae (great ship name, btw!): 13, 15, 19

Yayyy! I hoped you'd ask for them! Though definitely picked some hard ones.😅 Also these answers are gonna be long.

For context Qui-Gon and Rae-Lin (née Kenobi) are Obi-Wan’s parents in my Promises of Fools au. And yes, Stewjon is space Scotland.

From these asks.

13. How do they express love for each other? Do they have compatible love languages?

Rae-Lin always came home with something in her pockets or her hands: pretty pebbles, flowers, a special fruit tart from the bakery, bird feathers, or some knicknack from the traveling merchants. She would shower these things on Qui-Gon, telling stories for each thing. The first year they were married, he was always restless, and she soon learned to keep tabs on all the building projects around town and tell him he was needed to help with so-and-so's garden, or somebody's barn raising, until he was fully accepted and would get the calls directly. Sometimes when he would be poring over a datapad and hadn't stirred in an hour, she'd pull him up for a walk out by the ocean, or up into the hills. Other times she would just curl up next to him, stick her feet under his leg, and read poetry or something.

Qui-Gon took every opportunity to tell Rae-Lin she was beautiful. He'd stare out over the ocean waves, he'd admire some flowers or even her own weaving, and then he'd turn to Rae-Lin and tell her she was prettier. He did little things for her, fixing her loom up with stronger parts, or noticing if she was tired (especially when she was pregnant) and going ahead and making meals himself. He would read aloud to her, and learned how to do a pretty good Stewjon accent.

I'm pretty sure Qui-Gon's primary love language is Acts of Service, and somehow I know Rae-Lin’s is gifts. They usually work together well, but it took Qui-Gon a while to understand just how much even the littlest of gifts could matter to his wife. Jedi aren't big on private possessions, but he learns how much it makes her feel good when he comes home from his odd jobs with something special for her. Rae-Lin is perfectly happy to do her husband's laundry, and cook enough to fill her mountain of a man. He's used to bring very self-sufficient so all that is a pleasant surprise.

So, yes, pretty compatible, though they have misunderstandings along the way.

15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

They knew each other for a grand total of 5 years and 4 months, but that's enough to mark at least one of them for a lifetime.

From Qui-Gon Rae-Lin developed the habit of waving her hand at doors, expecting them to open. And then she would walk right into them. 😂 She also picked up some of his accent, and his way of saying, "my dear, so-and-so".

Qui-Gon picked up her way of saying, "I'm afraid..." when he was about to deliver unfortunate news. Blue and green became his favourite colours (he didn't even know he had favourite colours before her). He fell in love with dancing like her. And he would never look at the ocean or smell salt air again, without seeing her walking on the shingle with her long red hair streaming behind her.

She taught him how to truly slow down and not just be present with the Force, but all his ordinary senses too. How to recognize the power of his words.

He taught her how to be more flexible, and spontaneous, and how to laugh at herself when she walked into doors.

19. What values do they not share? How do they reconcile those differences?

This one is hard. They're both very compassionate people, who have been forced to understand the limits of their abilities to fix situations. They're both generous. Qui-Gon wants to protect her, and she loves feeling his protection.

But I think the biggest thing would the obvious one: Qui-Gon being a follower and student of the Force (Jedi or no), and Rae-Lin having no clue what that looks like on a daily basis. Sure, she believes the Force is real, but does he have to say they should take the long way round when she knows Graen Street is the quickest way to her friends house??

She learns that most of the time there's actually a practical reason for the nudges Qui-Gon gets through the Force. And Qui-Gon is careful about when he reminds her of those lessons!

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🍉🥭🥑 for kaia and lilith (plus any others you really want to!)

!!!! AAA my girls!!! thank you!! ;w;

⸻ kaia

🍉 [WATERMELON] what will your oc take to the grave?

anything she heard during her parents' fights. as she was growing up, there was no shortage of them — and some of the things she heard during them (insults, accusations, etc.) have stuck with her ever since. she's not sure if her parents actually know she heard them (or understood them, depending on what age she was), but she doesn't dare bring it up, either to them or to anyone else.

🥭 [MANGO] what colours best represent them and why? does this differ from their favourites?

browns represent her best — both in the sense that brown is a generally muted and non-flashy color, but also because of its deeper meaning. kaia herself doesn't stand out very much, and the color is also associated with books and libraries, which — even if she's not reading as much or as frequently as charlotte — she does generally find comfort in and around. on top of that, brown represents comfort and security and being down-to-earth; one of the few things she prides herself on is being down-to-earth, and she's often been told that there's something very comforting and safe about her.

her favorite color is actually green, though! which isn't too far off from brown since they're both usually paired together anyway lol

🥑 [AVACADO] what will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

kaia doesn't get stubborn about many things — honestly, she usually prefers to just drop things the moment she's met with pushback, even if that usually ends with her being walked over or her feelings not taken into consideration. but the one thing she will get stubborn about is people's interests and being true to themselves. seeing people stifle themselves — hide parts of their personality; their interests; their likes — always bugs her, and she's always adamant that people should be wholly themselves, completely regardless of what someone else might think. she's very much the "i would rather be hated for who i am than pretend to be someone else" kind of person.

⸻ lilith

🍉 [WATERMELON] what will your oc take to the grave?

hm... i think that she wishes she had a normal family dynamic growing up — or, at the very least, that her dad was more present in her life after her mom died. she knows it's not something that can be changed — and that, if it did change, she'd be an entirely different person — but... every now and then, she'll see a whole, happy family in passing and she'll feel the tiniest bit of envy. the what ifs come and go more frequently than she'd like to admit; so, she simply never will.

🥭 [MANGO] what colours best represent them and why? does this differ from their favourites?

REDS FOR SURE. red represents passion and fire and intensity and those are exactly the words you would use to describe lilith. she doesn't shy away from anyone regardless of who they are; she speaks her mind and doesn't shy away from calling people out when they deserve it; and she doesn't bend to anyone. ever.

but also, in a less serious association: vampires. because she lowkey looks and dresses like one lmao

red is actually one of her favorite colors! so not technically. her all time favorite is black, to absolutely no one's surprise.

🥑 [AVACADO] what will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

lilith will defend the people she cares about until her absolute dying breath. she hates people who use their power over others to mistreat them more than anything, so if she ever sees / hears about someone treating one of her friends like that? hell truly hath no fury as her. she doesn't back down until said person either apologizes or until she feels she's done enough — which has... gotten her into some hot water every now and then.

she doesn't ever regret it, though.