#my hair is so obedient since i cut it i love it. i don't even use heat on it anymore. baby.

[shotmrmiller]

kinktober: cockwarming (john price x reader x simon in underground fighter au)

You're no fan of real-time violence.

Movies can never replicate its visceral reality— the sharp metallic tang that clings to the air, mingled with salt and the bitter stench of the swill these local colors call beer. Even worse is having to be the one to patch Simon up with trembling, blood-slick fingers and your molars sunk into the thick of your tongue to keep your lunch where it belongs.

So when Simon sends you Price's way with a firm palm on your arse and his spit still warm on your lips, you're grateful. He'll keep ya busy.

You're not counting his blood money, if that's what he was thinking.

"Course not, love," Price says, the rings on his thick fingers glinting under the dim light overhead as he opens the door to his office. It smells of worn leather, polished wood, and layered on top is the heady aroma of tobacco, rich, unmistakable. (You will not stay if he lights one of those puppies up. You like your lungs how they are.)

"Tha's wha' the bill counter is for." You can feel the warmth of his palm seeping through your clothes— a steady presence at the base of your spine, guiding you forward with a subtle push.

You'd expected him to let you pluck a book off the well-stocked shelf that's been beckoning you since you laid eyes on it and curl up on his couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders. Maybe even chat you up with small talk, ask about your week, school/job, and how you were adjusting to this new life.

Not with his broad front curling around your back, breath warming the shell of your ear, while you stare at the smooth, raised skin on his knuckles— which is less furry than the rest of him— in hopes that you don't fall apart around the thick of his cock. He's got a hand flat on the desk, small finger slanting to the side probably from where it healed wrong, and the other's signing off paperwork you couldn't even try to understand with a clear mind, much less one that's spinning from the sheer want for friction, relief.

Your arse pulses hot from where he'd reprimanded you earlier for squirming too much.

"Quite obedient. Simon's taught ya well." He hisses when you tighten up involuntarily, indignation cutting through the sluggish heat you've been burning in at his remark. Obedient. Taught. As if you're some kind of lap dog, yipping and rolling over for a treat. (Or in this case, a cock.)

"Easy, love. Jus' a joke." The hand he'd had on the desk comes to squeeze at the meat of your ribs, a small gesture, before weaving down to your cunt, fingers spreading, feeling how well split you are around his length, lips spread wide. "I'd hate f'you to turn my own guard dog against me, eh?" His apology comes in jerky little circles, smearing slick over your neglected clit, coarse hair of your mons coated milky white.

Each stroke of his fingers only bows your spine, winding it like one would a key on the back of a doll, your muscles coiling with tension, bodily response not your own after being denied release for god knows how long.

The sharp tap on the door goes completely unnoticed by you, but not Price. His pace remains steady, continuous, as Simon walks in through the door with crimson peppered on his cream wifebeater.

"John." Through bleary eyes, you see Simon settle in the chair across from you both, legs long, knuckles angry red and swollen as he palms himself over his denim. "Gaz may or may not 'ave goaded Soap into a fight."

Price's hand stops abruptly, desperation clogging your throat, the coil beneath your navel cranked so tight you might just scream. His voice rattles you from behind. "And?"

Simon's got his jeans bunched to his knees now, cock resting heavy atop his thighs, quads' ridges shifting as he gets comfortable. He might just be a tad bigger than what you've got sitting snugly against the plug of your womb.

"They're tumblin' outside, among civil folk. I doubt gettin' 'em out will be as painless this time 'round."

Price snarls and you find yourself empty, straddling Simon's hips, your inner thighs burning at the width. "Bloody fuckin'—," the sound of his belt buckle peters off soon after he walks out the door.

Your hands can feel Simon's shoulders flexing as he runs a fist up his length, eyes heavy lidded and focused on the creamy slick dampening your curls. His cock sits long on your stomach.

"'ave a seat, then." Amusement curls his lip, usual pink scar on his lip stretched silver. Your knees don't reach the cushion he's on properly, so you place your feet right above his own for leverage, legs folded tight.

His fingers dimple your waist as you lower yourself onto him, breath rushing out of your lungs as he fills you, aching, burning, a stretch you'll never really get used to, the pinch deep in your core causing discomfort to clump your lashes together until you're flush against him.

"Sit real pretty now. Gotta wait f'r Price t'give me my earnin's."

You're gonna rip his ear off with your teeth if you don't get to come soon.

"Claws in," he mutters, thumbing your pebbled nipple through your shirt. "Won't be too long."

(It was too long but worth every bloody second in the end.)

[oceansblvds]

Hi!!! I loved Closer so much!! Could you do one where reader only calls him “Coryo” but they get into a fight and she calls him Coriolanus and he snaps and goes all dom on her and smut ensues 👀

decided to make this a little drabble! finals are kicking my ass right now </3

nsfw under the cut!

Ever since Coriolanus ascended to President of Panem, you rarely saw him except for when he would crawl into bed beside you in the late hours of the morning. You missed your husband, but you never had time to even tell him that. It wasn't until he came home before midnight one day that it all boiled over, your anger clouding your judgement, asking him when he was finally going to pay attention to you.

"It's like you don't even care anymore, Coriolanus."

His head snapped up, eyes coming from where they had been previously on the floor to your face, seeing it red with anger. You never called him that. It was always Coryo, or my love, or something that showed all your devotion to him. You hadn't called him Coriolanus since you started courting each other.

He hated it.

It reminded him of his superiors when he was still in University, or that wretched Dean Highbottom who would say his name like it was something dirty. His jaw clenched. Who were you to call him that?

He squinted, making his way over to you at the other side of your shared spacious bedroom in just a few strides with his long legs. He was still dressed in his outdoor attire, a black tie accenting his chest under a white buttoned up shirt. Coriolanus looked prim and proper, not even a hair out of place on top of his head.

You opened your mouth to say something, but it died in your throat. With the way that he was looking at you, you weren't sure if it was better to keep your mouth shut or to keep provoking him. It was the first time that he had paid this much attention to you in a few days anyways.

The next few moments were a blur, moments that didn't make sense in your mind. Soon enough, you were faced down in your mattress, your nightdress pushed up to your upper back to expose your ass. Your cheek pressed into the plush fabric while Coriolanus' hand stayed on your upper back, pushing you down and keeping you in that position while he fucked into you.

"You're so needy, if you wanted me to touch you, all you had to do was ask," Coriolanus muttered through his teeth. You couldn't see his face, but if you were, you would see his eyes peering down into where the two of you were joined, relishing in the way that you squeezed around him. His other hand was on your hip, making your hips push back onto him with fervor.

He hit your cervix with every thrust, making you almost keel over into the mattress and whimper. He had been rough with you before, but this time it felt like he had something to prove, like he was trying to fuck you back into obedience.

Your mouth hung open. "C-Coryo, s'too much."

Coriolanus had a grin of a wolf now, hearing his favorite nickname fall from your pretty pink lips.

If only you had known that's what got him worked up in the first place.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

heyya!!!... Beautiful💐.

I see requests are currently open, so if you don't mind... can I request a sexy wife s/o who loves to cook and will always make slasher food? And prepare all their needs (you know like a good wife in general🙃),My twin sisters really like their slasher Especially for Bo, Lester, Vincent, Thomas hewitt,Charles Lee Ray and Michael Myers...

Oh, I also think it would be great if they had obedient children with the wife s/o. They know how their father is and they choose not to worry too much about it. Please....I'm sorry if I requested when your requests were closed, but, I've been looking for a blog for a long time whose requests are still open and finally I found your blog 😭.

My twin sister is sick and I want her to be able to read the story you made from my request 🙏.

Love you dear

Thank you so much for the request sweet anon! <3 I hope me deciding to do Headcannons for each story was ok to anon. Sorry this took so long, I worked on it in chunks over the course of a few different days.

Also I hope you sister feels better soon Anon <3 <3

Slashers with a good little wife and good little children: The Sinclairs. Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt and Charles Lee Ray.

Also not my gifs, not of the gifs I use are ever mine and full credit goes to the original creators <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Written with AFAB in mind as per request, suggestive themes. Story under the cut. Request centers around "traditional" wife roles. Talks of pregnancy and children.

<3 : Bo loves the idea of having a good little wife and good little children to boot. He just never thought living in Ambrose and as a man with his hobbies he would get to experience that, until he met you.

<3: You instantly took over cleaning and cooking, even some of the spots in Ambrose no one even went into anymore. You had no idea how the boys had managed to survive so long with living like they were raised in a barn.

<3: Bo also liked how you liked to steer clear of anything having to do with his business and what went on at the gas station.

"it ain't your place" He murmured once into your hair when you asked him about it when the relationship was still relatively new. That was the first and only time he ever had to tell you that.

<3: Bo was thrilled by your want to stay out of his and mind your own that it was surprising when you ultimately fell pregnant after only about a year being in Ambrose. As if he'd let you leave.

<3: Bo let you take care of all the child rearing duties, with him being gone usually all day it was just easier plus the last thing he wants to come home too is crying children after a long day.

<3 As the children grew you had to teach them about what their father and uncles and explain why it would be inappropriate to ask anyone about it. All they needed to know was that they were safe and their daddy loves them.

<3 The sight of you being rounded with HIS baby also does things to Bo, So don't be surprised if he makes it a goal to keep you pregnant as often as possible.

<3 Bo would be a in and out father I think though, not that he means to be he does love the children. His relationship with his own father affects how active he is a lot of the time and since that's the only father figure he has to go off of he doesn't wanna turn out like him.

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"Papa!' The children yelled as they ran through the door of the gas station to their father. You had a free instance of free time so you thought you'd bring them down to bring Bo some lunch.

"There's my babies" Bo said opening his arms to catch all 3 of them up in them. He turned to you poised and ready for the kiss you planted on his lips as you set the basket of food down on the counter.

"We made you lunch papa!" Your youngest girl said as he placed her back on the floor. Bo smiled at her.

"You did now didya?" All three children nodded as you opened the basket and began to explain to Bo what you made him. It wasn't long before your family bubble was interrupted by a car pulling up outside.

Bo's gaze hardened as he turned to look outside the station windows he then turned to you and the kids before barking an order.

"You four need to go on and get back to the house now" He said, The children having been through this before nodded before falling in line behind you to head back home.

"I'll come get ya'll when I'm done" Bo said planting a last kiss to your lips before you waddled out of the gas station, giant pregnant belly and all three little ducklings in tow.

<3 Soft mushy Vincent is soft and mushy.

<3 You are his doting little wife and he is your doting husband. His heart swells every time he sees you coming down into the basement with a plate of food and a drink.

<3 At first he was a bit nervous about you growing board of Ambrose since he wouldn't let you be involved but when he saw you begin to clean literally anything and everything he figured you were alright.

<3 Vincent loves your cooking and it actually helps rouse him out of the basement to come and sit at the table with you and his brothers.

<3 When you fell pregnant the first time, He was stunned. Like truly stunned. He never thought fatherhood more or less being a husband was in the cards for him ever.

<3 To know have both he couldn't believe it. A cute little house wife and a baby he hoped would look just like you.

<3 If the baby isn't twins expect to start trying for a sibling right away. Vincent like his brothers adores the sight of you pregnant with his baby. It awakens a primal instinct inside of him to be the provider and keep you safe at all costs.

<3 Vincent would be afraid that the baby would be afraid of his face or his mask, no matter how many times you assured him other wise he couldn't help but worry.

<3 If the children grow up to question their fathers face or what he does in Ambrose, you and Vincent will tell them the loose truth obviously omitting a lot of detail. At least until their old enough.

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"Vincent, your her daddy. She'd never be afraid of you" You told him softly, reaching out in an attempt to hand him your daughter.

Ever since she was born Vincent refused to hold her as he didn't wanna scare her off with his mask or his face.

He looked into your eyes as he went to shake his head, before he could though you had shoved your baby into his arms and positioned his hands in the proper places to hold her.

Vincent jumped at your sudden action but was never the less quick to cradle his daughter. He looked down at her once she was settled and when his eyes met hers that matched your perfectly he felt his breath leave his body.

Vincent had never experienced a feeling like this in his entire life and doubted he would ever feel it again. He was head over heels in love with this little human the two of you had made together and from that day he vowed that anyone who tried to come in-between him and his family would have him to answer too.

<3 Lester is used to cooking and cleaning his own space so it takes him awhile to get used to you doing it for him.

<3 He appreciates it greatly but he doesn't fully understand why you would want to clean up behind him like you do though. Like he picks up roadkill all day who would want to smell that?

<3 He doesn't complain about you cooking though, He thinks your food is amazing and it's great to come home to a warm cooked meal every night.

<3 You do so much for him so don't be surprised if Lester comes home every so often with little gifts he's collected for you. Some of them may or may not come from victims but as Lester's good little wifey you never question it, you just press your lips to his and thank him for the thoughtful gift.

<3 When you fall pregnant, again like his brothers, Lester is thrilled. He can't be in the same room as you without running his hands up and down your swollen belly while trying to feel the baby kick.

<3 Lester wants a football team of children, so be prepared to make many renovations to the cabin the two of you share to accommodate all the children.

<3 Lester loves bringing his sons out on the road with him when their old enough and with your permission of course. He'd never let them participate in anything Bo or Vincent do but helping him with roadkill is just fine by him.

<3 If any of the kids ever questions what their uncles do in Ambrose and why Lester doesn't usually want them around it, He'll tell them that it's because of Vincent's delicate projects and that answer is enough for the kids.

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"Nah sweetpea, you know why you can't go to Ambrose" Lester softly told your son after the fifth time he had asked to go see his uncles. Your son sighed and pouted slightly before speaking.

"I know uncle Vincent's art is easy to break but I promise I won't ruin anything"

"My love, I've told you it's rude to question your father" You piped up from your chair in the living room, running a hand over your slightly swollen belly. "Why don't you go join your brothers outside for a bit before dinner, and stay where we can see you" He gave you a sad look but nodded and went through the front door outside.

"I know the boys love Vinny and Bo, but I just want em to be safe" Lester told you sitting on the arm of your chair and putting a hand over yours sitting on your belly.

"I know Les, but when their older they'll understand why we have rules" You shot him a smile and he gratefully returned it. He was so lucky to get someone so understanding of the "Family Business"

<3 Thomas was raised to be a family man. Luda Mae had always told him growing up that one day he would need to find a wife to continue the Hewitt family with.

<3 Enter you, ending up at the Hewitt farm like so many others, but not meeting the same fate as them.

<3 Thomas would've easily put babies before marriage but Luda Mae insisted that you two do it the traditional way and get married first.

<3 You were quick to win her over with your affinity to help out with cooking and other house chores. Especially when it came to taking care of her darling boy Thomas. She was thrilled he had found someone who loved him so much.

<3 In the Hewitt house hold with Monty and Charlie both breathing down your neck, it's easy to be reminded to leave the mans work to Thomas and just focus on helping Luda with whatever she needs.

<3 When you fall pregnant with the first baby, the whole house hold is thrilled.

<3 Luda, Charlie and Monty all never thought they would see the day that Thomas would continue the Hewitt family tree so it was a very big deal when you fell pregnant with Luda's first grandchild.

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"Now darlin' you know your not supposed to be doing anything in your state" Luda reprimanded as she walked into the kitchen to see you doing dishes.

"I know mama but laying in bed all day everyday is driving me nuts" You told her drying off a plate you were washing. Luda joined you at the sink grabbing a cup to wash it before handing it to you to dry.

"When I was pregnant with Charlie I almost got driven up a wall myself. Just don't let Tommy see, You'll never hear the end of it" She said giving you a small smile before heading back to the living room.

You stood at the sink and continued to wash until you heard familiar footsteps heading up the basement stairs, you tried to pretend like you weren't washing dishes but it was too late, Tommy was on you in an instant.

"Tommy hun it's ok!" You pleaded as he took the dishes out of your hands and herded you towards a chair. You couldn't help yourself but the laugh of how your giant husband could be turned so soft and attentive with you.

You grabbed Tommy's hands before he made you sit down and placed them onto your rounded belly. His eyes met yours instantly and your foreheads pressed together.

"Tommy we're fine, I promise honey." Tommy looked at you incredulously before rolling his eyes and huffing at you, you laughed. If there was one thing in this world Tommy couldn't say no too it was you.

<3 Now Charles I could see being a bit different. Sure he adores having someone cleaning and cooking since he's out doing what a serial killer does most of the time but when it comes to kids he's a bit hesitant.

<3 He loves that you love to cook for him. It's nice having warm meals to come home too for once, Brownie points if their his favorite foods.

<3 Doesn't so much like when you get on him about tracking blood through the house or getting one too many stains on his clothes.

<3 If you really want a baby start telling him how lonely you are when he leaves for long periods of time to go kill people. He'll give you want you want as long as the baby stays out of his way.

<3 He'll be a good dad though don't get me wrong and he'll love the kid or kids just as much as you but he's a busy guy that's got shit to do so he mainly sees them as your responsibility.

<3 Might get jealous of all your attention going to the baby though, he understands it has too but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it all the time.

<3 Your never going to be the picture perfect family but for your Charles will try his best to give you and the kids everything you'd ever need.

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"Charles! what have I told you about tracking blood in the house!" Your voice echoed through the house. You heard a muffled laugh as he rounded the hallway with your 3 month old in his arms.

"Babe I'm sorry, you know I never mean too sometimes it just happens" He said adjusting your bundle of joy in his arms.

"Whaddya think kid should mommy forgive me just this once?" He asked your child you babbled in response.

"You said just this once the last three times chuck" You deadpanned before breaking a smile when he did.

"Just a hazard of the job toots" He laughed, You joined him before your eyes were met with the deep red splotches on the blazer he was wearing.

His eyes followed yours before his froze and turned to walk away with the baby in tow as you yelled out behind him.

"Charles! The blood!"

<3 The only inkling of what a normal family functions like that Michael has ever gotten was from his childhood, and to be honest I think his memories of that are very few and far between.

<3 You want to do what for him? Cook and clean ? why on earth would you want to do that for? Michael is confused.

<3 Though preparing to go out and finding a nice fresh out of the dryer jumpsuit all nice and warm and clean for him is quite nice. Michael thinks this is something he could get used to.

<3 On those late nights where he comes back late and finds plates of dinner wrapped in tinfoil ready for him to either heat up or eat just like that is also something he could get used too. It tastes way better then what he usually eats (Totally not dog, totally not)

<3 When kids get brought up though, it's a different story. I could honestly see him not really being all for it at least not at first.

<3 He's really like Charles but more so into the you can have kids as long as they stay far out of his way.

<3 His feelings towards them also aren't the most parental either. He loves them ? At least, Michael feels an emotion he could probably equate to love about them.

<3 But yeah I think for Michael it's best you just keep the kids clear of him. It's not easy when your father is the shape of Haddonfield.

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"Welcome home Mike!, your dinner is wrapped up on the counter love" You greeted him as he came home after a night of terrorizing the town. Placing a kiss to the cheek of his mask.

Michael nodded wordlessly, as always, and turned to go into the kitchen. Tonight you had made his favorite, or at least what you only thought was one of his favorites by the way he every so slightly changed reactions every time you made it.

You gave him a second before following him into the kitchen and sitting next to him at the island. You watched as he lifted his mask up for each bite of food before lowering it to chew.

You made the mistake of questioning him once as to why he didn't just take the mask off. It was early on in the relationship and his hand instinctively went to his knife before you even finished asking. That was how you learned it's better to just not ask Michael questions at least not about the mask.

The two of you sat in silence, a routine you repeated pretty much every night unless you were already asleep when he got home. You would spend all day cleaning and making sure everything was ship shape for him then you would greet your monster of a man when he came through your front door.

You were brought out of your thoughts when Michael's plate crashed into the sink and broke into pieces. Michael still didn't understand how to not hold the plate too high and just to sit it in the sink.

Looks like something you'll still have to work on. No one said the shape of Haddonfield was smart when it came to chores anyway.

[furicookiebndz]

Lucifer x !FemReader : My old friend

Hello everyone, it is my first time writing this, i hope it will be good enough, have fun! This fan art isn't mine. Full credits to the amazingly talented artist/creator.

It has been thousands of years since evil began.

Lucifer, whose pride blinded him, attempted to dethrone the creator, only to ultimately fail and be banished from Paradise.

Lilith, who refused to submit to Adam, in turn fled from this magical place, but which hides many facades.

Yet few people know that with them, a third person flew out of Paradise. And even rarer are people who know the cause, 3 to be precise.

However, behind this unusual act lie very dark secrets, seen as…

-Can you stop, Vag'? You're giving me a headache.

The young woman turned her head towards the source of this execrable voice, a spider who was visibly lying carefree on the sofa, arms behind her head, a bored expression on her face.

Refraining from answering him, she continued:

Tragic, some thought it was another rebellious woman, others a fallen angel because of a serious crime, but that wasn't logical, what's worse than to confront the creator?"

-That doesn't help all of us, the young woman noted, running her hand through her hair, frustrated.

-It would be beneficial to have her on our side, especially if she has such a significant influence on the world of the living and beyond, Charlie concluded thoughtfully.

-But she hid from the world, living as a hermit. Many think it's a myth, but given what's been happening lately, I believe it's much more present than sinners think.

Vaggie rubbed her temples, trying to come up with an idea.

-Who the hell are you talking about? I hate it when you pretend to be Sherlock and leave me like the old cookie in the back of the cupboard.

-Are you interested in what we do? retorted Vaggie sarcastically

-No, more about why you were busting my balls, joked Angel.

-You don't even have one, asshole, mumbled quietly Husk, taking a sip of his cheap booze.

-Want to check~? It is free for you kitty cat.

-Not even for a thousand balls, growled quietly Husk, who was beginning to lose his patient.

-Ouuh finally a price there is progress, Daddy, the spider sent him a kiss

Alastor, who was reading a book by the fireplace, decided to speak

-Charlie, Darling, you seem concerned about this person Let me see…

He seemed surprised for a moment, before smiling more, if possible.

-My my, what a terrible coincidence. The person you are looking for is one of the most sought after. Didn't Lucifer tell you about Lady (Y/N)?

-Um… We're not exactly talking about all that-

“Daddy issues,” Husk muttered.

Alastor continued:

-As reported in this document, she flew away shortly after your parents. She was a person living in Heaven, she was not human, but not an angel entirely though, she had two pairs of wings, although she is the appearance of a mortal, yet she had her own power, not to be underestimated. She embodied humor, justice and determination. In short, all these things that are way too boring-

-Cut it short, Alastor, Vaggie said, snapping her fingers.

-But when Lucifer challenged God, she did not follow him, not because she had to beat him, but because he knew just as well as she did that what he was doing was wrong. For the first time in her life she felt an immense disappointment in the love he had once inspired in her, and the semblance of a relationship that was perhaps tending to end disappeared with the appearance of the first demon, your father, Charlie.

However, you are aware that shortly after the creation of Lilith, she quickly became friends with your mother, and when she flew away from Paradise, and she learned the cause, she entered in a black anger, so black that Gabriel had difficulty in containing it, Until then, she had always been obedient, never contesting the decisions, which were of infallible Justice, but this departure had torn away part of her herself. She confronted the lord, she tried to rally the others to her cause, but nothing changed. Disappointed, she left that place, and no one ever saw her again.

There was a heavy silence for a moment, before Angel said:

-So…Is she still a virgin?

Vaggie rolled her eyes before Charlie had an idea:

I'm sure she's not that far away. Maybe I should ask my father to contact her again. She must care about him, at least I hope so, and if I convince her, Gabriel won't be able to object!

Vaggie refrained from adding a comment, she knew it was too good to be able to do it, but in front of her girlfriend's adorable face, she couldn't refuse anything.

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-No, Lucifer said firmly, before Charlie could even finish his idea.

-But dad-

-End of discussion, I don't want to hear anything, he turned around and mechanically squeezed the rubber duck in his hand, like an anti-stress ball.

Lucifer seemed elsewhere, deep in thought. His friend, his old friend…

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“Luciferrrrr!” A burst of joy appeared as she walked towards him, a smile on her lips, a book in her hands.

Lucifer as usual had a lyre in his hands. He looked up at Y/N and smiled.

One discussion led to another, he shared his ideas about the mortal world, while she agreed with some and shared her opinion on others. They would sometimes just stay silent, or she would read aloud from a book, and he would then accompany her with his lyre.

Such a beautiful memory…

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Why Lucifer?! Why did you do this?

This same friend was there with her eyes filled with tears, disappointed in him.

Lucifer looked down. One mistake, just one mistake, had caused him to lose those he considered family, and his closest friend.

He wanted to tell her that it was just a misunderstanding, that it was for the best, but the damage was already done.

He took Lilith's hand and without a word, left for their new home.

The young woman, in tears, could only watch them leave, the man she loved and her friend, without being able to do anything, because her principles prevented her. Gabriel placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and said nothing. If she knew, he couldn't imagine how she would have reacted

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-Dad?

Lucifer seemed to come out of his thoughts and focused on a family portrait. Lilith was already gone, after their separation he only had his daughter left, and after a second of thought he sighed and said:

-I'll see what I can do…

-It's true? Oh thank you Dad, thank you thank you thank you!, cried Charlie enthusiastically.

She took him in her arms, and Lucifer said to himself that finally, if having a hug from his daughter meant having to seek the 7 rings of Hell and even the beyond, he would do it without complaining.

Now all that remained was to find it, the most complicated part…

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Lucifer, Charlie and the hotel members thought for several days, using all their knowledge and powers to find her. If she was neither in Hell, nor in Heaven, or even in the mortal world, she must be between the latter options-

Lucifer suddenly had an idea, remembering a conversation they had shared long ago, and he cast an incantation, which opened a portal to a world- no, a unique place, so messy and blurry, and yet so… familiar, as if he were…

“In the middle of a dream,” Charlie whispered softly. The rest of the team followed her, looking around curiously. Lucifer asked himself so many questions, was it a place where souls rested between life and death? He did not know it. After all, the soul left the body for a while when it slept, that would explain the place.

-Who are you? I sense human souls, but something else…

They saw several women advancing, of great beauty, similar to fairies, but armed, ready to defend themselves, if it was not for another who stopped them by raising her hand, she advanced slowly, and Lucifer recognized her completely. right now.

-(Y/N)..Lucifer seemed upset to see her, and tried to pull himself together by talking to himself. "Ok, Ok. It's going to be okay buddy, you can do it, you can do it", When he met her gaze, he lost all his courage and hid behind Charlie.

-Dad!

-What? I-I'm just covering your back Charlie.

-At least what I thought of you is true, you're just a sissy Lucifer, Alastor sneered.

You looked at him for a moment, the man you had loved for thousands of years, it was..strange. You didn't know whether you should greet him or hit him.

-Lucifer, what is the honor of this visit worth to me? In 10,000 years you have never had the decency to come visit me.

Sarcasm. Something unusual about you, he couldn't help but admire you. Your two pairs of wings were now grey, but your eyes were still this soft (e/c) shade, but now full of resentment, and perhaps.. mockery?

-And you, you must be his daughter, mhh?

You moved closer to her and observed her suspiciously, while she was sweating profusely, and Vaggie seemed on the edge on attacking you, and to her surprise, you smiled widely and took her in your arms, with surprising strength.

-My lord you are his carbon copy, so pretty~, you squish her cheek cheeks and gush about her, while she laughs awkwardly.

Everyone was stunned by how fast the tension dissipates, and the women behind you giggle, seemingly aware by how fast your emotions tend to change. Lucifer smiles, maybe he still had a chance..

-But you seem so polite, unlike some, you cast a dark look at Lucifer, and greeted the others with a sympathetic and curious look, their offering to sit down for a while to talk.

...maybe not finally.

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-If I understood everything, you created a hotel to rehabilitate sinners… and are trying to convince Heaven, is that right?

She nodded and Lucifer tried to add something, but you stopped him:

-I don't speak with traitors and liars, especially if they forget to send me a life message for eons.

Lucifer doesn't say anything wanting to make anything worse. He knew he was wrong, and sighed heavily.

(Y/N)-1 Lucifer-0.

-Damn, this girl is awesome, Angel whispered excitedly.

Vaggie continued:

-Lady (Y/N), you still have decent relationship with heaven.Could you try talking to some highers-up about it? Like Gabrie-

-No, this thing is no longer part of my circle of close friends, I can still try to talk about it again with Sera and Emily, but I can't do anything with the other weirdo.

Charlie felt hopeless, and she took your hands and looked at you with a miserable expression.

-I beg you, you must speak to him, my people are dying every year at the hands of the exorcists, and I-I cannot stand by and do nothing. Can you try..?

At his beaten puppy look, you widened your eyes, it was exactly-

Please don't tell them where I was, Lucifer pleaded with adorable eyes. You sighed but smiled, nodding your head.

-Well, i will. But I'm not promising anything though-

-Thank you thank you thank you, she hugged you, and you hugged her back with a smile.

Lucifer felt his heart beat faster, these two women who are precious to him have finally met, and got along better than he expected.

Now all he had to do was sort out one last problem.

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Explanations were made. You listened patiently, and after a while you answered:

-Why Lucifer, didn't you tell me before? I-I thought I was your friend.

Lucifer held her gaze, and for the first time in millennia he took his courage in both hands and took hers:

-I didn't want to see your disappointed look, I know I made a mistake, but I only thought about doing the right thing. And I-

-You got scared?

He nodded, and you sighed:

-I don't blame you, at least not anymore.

He raised his eyes, feeling a bit of hope, and feeling Charlie's encouraging look, he continued:

-So, can we try again? I mean our relationship- Well our friendship!

He blushed slightly and you chuckled softly:

-Yes, always Lucifer.

[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

harry potter timeline Sirius Black x fem!reader

You lived out your years at Hogwarts with the company of your best friends, Lily Evans and Alice Fortescue. You fell in love with one of the infamous Marauders, Sirius Black. After school, you married and became Mrs Black, living in a home full of love and life with your faithful husband. Your happy life is cut short when Sirius is wrongfully convicted of the murder of Peter Pettigrew and several muggles, and sent straight to Azkaban without trial. The Ministry thinks you must be connected, but after several days of investigation and questioning, litres of veritaserum thrown down your throat, you're proven innocent. You have maintained his innocence ever since, knowing Sirius would never do something like that. The only person who'll hire you is Albus Dumbledore, and with his help your name is reverted to its maiden and your past is buried deep.

This story follows your life during your time as a professor at Hogwarts when Harry Potter joins the school and everything changes.

FULL of angst but has a happy ending.

No use of Y/N

This fic is mostly a collection of moments and scenes! So a lot of time skips.

p.s. title is from the song "I Love You" by Fontaines D.C. — one of my favourite bands!! would so so recommend checking them out :)

CHAPTER ONE (see full series list here)

1991

You glance at your watch, the hand ticking slowly as it moves to show 9:03 p.m.

Finally, the large wooden door opens and a scrawny young boy pushes forward, huffing tiredly, and less than 20 odd first-year students filter into the astronomy tower.

"Evening, everyone!" You say cheerfully. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws stand awkwardly as they gaze around the room in wonderment.

You feel proud of it. The last astronomy professor had left this room a little...boring, so when you came into employment you spruced it up a little bit. Though there aren't many to write on, each wall is plastered in hand-painted constellations with their names in 5 languages written underneath. You had cast a spell on the floor to conjure up a moon, one that matched the real one's lunar phases. Today, a waxing gibbous.

Telescopes line the edges of the circular room, each pointing high into the sky. You eye your favourite for a moment, the same telescope you'd used during your own years as a student at Hogwarts.

It feels like home in this room.

"Welcome to the Astronomy Tower," you say with a smile. "Here, you'll learn all about the wonders of our universe and its planets, galaxies, stars...everything. Please, find a telescope and stand behind it. We'll start with charting some simple constellations today."

The students obediently line behind a telescope each. Your eyes immediately focus on a young boy, with jet black hair and circular glasses. You lose your train of thought for a moment, feeling as though you're looking at a ghost.

He's the very image of James Potter.

Then, he turns to look at you and his eyes strike you. Green and vibrant, full of youth and gentleness.

Lily.

You feel your breath catch in your throat, but quickly shake your head of the grief and clap you hands, smiling at the students again.

"Astronomy is one of the very few subjects that is present in both the wizarding and the muggle world. That means that there are millions of resources out there for all of you to use, whether it be from a wizarding standpoint or a muggle one! Interesting stuff," you continue. "Now, I want you all to do a small task for me. Look through your telescope — please don't change any lenses just yet — and try and see if you can spot a constellation. Then, using the first page of your book, see if you can figure out which constellation it is. Call me over when you think you have one!"

The students immediately start rooting through their bags for their Astronomy textbooks and you sigh gently, content with your introduction. First-years are always well interested and curious about everything, so Astronomy is a pretty easy subject for them to get into. After all, lots of the first year curriculum is just looking at pretty stars and constellations.

"Professor, I think I have one!" A young Gryffindor girl with bushy brown hair and an excited face says to you, throwing her hand in the air enthusiastically.

You smile, walking over to her. "What's your name, dear?"

"Hermione Granger, professor."

"And what constellation do you think you've found?"

"Aquila, professor," she beams, pointing a finger to the small, 'T' shaped constellation in her book.

You close one eye and look through her telescope, noticing it immediately.

You grin at her. "Well spotted, Miss Granger! Excellent work." You glance at her scarlet and gold tie. "5 points to Gryffindor for being the first one!"

Her face lights up proudly.

"Now, let's see if you can find any of the stars present in it. Any at all, though you may find it difficult to differentiate — "

"The star of Altair, professor!"

Your eyes widen and you chuckle in surprise. "Well, aren't you just making my job a whole lot easier for me? Well done, Miss Granger. Please chart that constellation down on some parchment and continue looking."

In the next few minutes, many students find constellations and are charting them down. One boy seems to be having a particularly difficult time.

"Neville Longbottom, isn't it?" You say as you wander up to him. He jumps at the sound of your voice, knocking his forehead against the edge of his telescope and letting out a small yelp of pain. "Oh, sorry..." You wave your wand gently and his eyebrows raise, bringing a hand to his forehead in surprise.

"Just a small healing spell. For minor, minor injuries," you tell him. "How is your charting going?"

The boy's cheeks go red and his eyes focus on the floor beneath him. "I...haven't been able to find one, professor. I — I thought I had one ages ago, but there were too many stars in it..."

"Let me have a look, Mr Longbottom," you say kindly, bringing your eye up to the lens and grinning. "Well, you most definitely have found one. One I didn't think anyone would find!"

You glance at Neville's face, and he's the picture of shock.

"Pisces, Mr Longbottom. Trust your judgement! Excellent work."

Neville grins, and you step aside, but not before he says something else.

"Uh, professor..."

"Yes?"

"How do...how do you know my name?"

You study his face and smile again. The very picture of Frank Longbottom. With Alice Fortescue's mousy hair.

"I went to school with your parents, Mr Longbottom. You're the spitting image of your father."

Next, the young boy with jet black hair and glasses calls you over. Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived.

"What one have you found, Mr Potter?"

As he looks at you, green eyes connecting with your own, you try your hardest not to see Lily staring back at you. You try your hardest not to picture your best friend, your honourary sister, a woman of true light in a world full of darkness.

Your heart has felt lonely since her absence. Since James. Since Alice. Since Frank. Since Peter.

You blink.

"Uh, Canis Major, I think?"

You swallow hard. Of course.

"Let me have a look see..." He's right of course, you don't even need to look. You can spot that constellation any night without a telescope. You know it like the back of your hand. "You're dead right, Mr Potter. Brilliant constellation, that is. Canis Major means 'the Great Dog', and it actually contains the brightest star in the night sky visible to our naked eye, Si — "

"Oh, wait, hold on..." Harry says, flicking through his book to find the page on Canis Major. He pauses, eyes skimming down the page. "Uh, Sirius, right?"

You bite your lip, feeling your heart speed up. You take a deep breath, forcing a smile. "Yes, Mr Potter. Sirius."

Your favourite star.

Your favourite person.

Your heart has been broken since his absence.

"Good work." You promptly spin on your heel, heading for your desk as you glance down at your watch. "Alright, everyone. Excellent work today! Now, I won't set anyone any written homework...but if you're truly interested and find you have a little free time, try and see if you can chart any other constellations! Night, everyone."

The students chat animatedly amongst themselves and exit down the spiral stairs, leaving you alone in the room. You sit down at your desk, sighing as you slip a key from your pocket and open one of the drawers. You pull out a small photograph, eyes wandering over the young, elated faces of James Potter, Lily Evans, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, and yourself.

Graduation day.

One the left, you're standing in the middle of Alice and Lily, arms around them and laughing wholeheartedly. James stands beside Lily, arms around her and Sirius beside him, who's connected with Remus, Peter, and Frank.

You smile weakly. You remember that day, all full of hope and joy. There was some sadness too, sadness to be leaving Hogwarts and ultimately leaving childhood.

Your fingers gently skim over Sirius' face, feeling your heart ache.

What you wouldn't give to go back to that day.

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Dear Moony,

I hope you're well! School's started back up again. Been a bit crazy lately, sorry that I haven't written since your last letter. Someone let a troll into the dungeon. Quirrell went mad, fainted in the middle of dinner and set all the students into a panic. It was torture.

Harry's started here. It's hard to look at him sometimes. He's the image of James. It's uncanny. He has Lily's eyes, too. Sometimes I start to feel like I can talk to them through him, even though I know that's mad of me. Neville Longbottom's here too. He's just like his parents. Both in Gryffindor, you'll be happy to know.

Dumbledore's gave me strict instructions not to say a word to Harry about it all. Says it'll be too much for him. He won't be able to understand why I couldn't have raised him instead of the Dursleys. He says that Harry will only start digging around for more information on me if he finds out I'm his godmother. He'd ask about his godfather then. It's too much for a young boy to know that his godfather is in Azkaban.

I wanted to talk to him so bad, Remus. I want to tell him about his parents, show him the photos. I want him to be able to feel at home here, feel like he's got someone here. A part of his family. I know exactly what those Dursleys are like. Petunia always hated James, you know that well enough. I hate that I have to keep this secret for even longer.

I talked to young Neville though. Merlin, he has Alice's clumsiness, that's for sure. Such a sweet lad. He was more than happy to see photos of the two and hear stories about them. I feel like a little bit of the weight that's been hanging over me has been lifted. I even showed him that photo of Alice falling into the Black Lake in 5th Year. If she was of sound mind she'd surely throttle me for that.

I think I need to get out of the castle for a bit. Wanna get a coffee? It's been a while.

I've omitted a few details of the past few weeks so I have something interesting to tell you about next weekend, if you're up for it.

all my love,

You sign the letter, folding up the parchment gently and dropping it in an envelope. You grab your bland wax stamper and press a small circle of black wax over the envelope's seal. You slip it into your pocket and stand up from your bed. Beside you, your black cat, Dubh*, stirs from her sleep and meowls at you.

You give her a loving scratch behind the ears. "Just popping down to the owlery. I'll be back."

On your way down to the owlery, you pass two lanky, identical students with heads full of ginger hair. They haven't noticed you yet. They're peering around the corner at Filch, a suspicious-looking bag in one of their hands.

"Bit late for the two of you to be out, isn't it?" You whisper behind them. They wheel around immediately and their eyes widen in shock.

"Professor! We — uh, we weren't doing anything!" George blurts out.

"Don't you look just lovely tonight, Professor? There is such a...healthy glow about you," Fred remarks suavely and you raise an unamused eyebrow at him.

"I sincerely hope you don't think I'm that thick, Mr Weasley."

"Never, Professor!"

You sigh, shaking your head. "Off to bed, both of you. Quickly, before Filch can catch you. I advise you to keep your pranks within the time you're actually allowed out of bed."

Fred's shoulders slump in disappointment, his want for a good prank evident on his face. George however, is staring at you in surprise.

"No detention?"

Fred immediately smacks his hand over the back of George's head, scowling at him. "Don't give her any ideas!"

"Get going, you two."

They take it this time, quickly scampering down the hallway. You step out from it, into the same one as Filch, who's eyeing you suspiciously.

"Is someone there?"

"Only me, Mr Filch," you answer.

"I thought I heard voices."

"Just me. I was trying to remember a poem I heard recently, it's three pages long. Would you like to hear it?"

Filch's face contorts immediately. "No."

You shrug. "Suit yourself."

You walk past him and out into the cold night air, trying to suppress the smile on your face.

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->-> read chapter two here!

*Dubh: pronounced 'duv'. Irish word for 'black'.

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Yapping about Kainess breakup

Kaiser was at his gentlest with Ness during his breakup and it was so fucked up for him.

Do I think it could've been worse? Yes. Do I still think it's still cruel for him to let Ness go this way? Absolutely.

See, Kaiser has never actually been nice to Ness: he was either mean or neutral towards him, calling him loser since day one (you have a way with words, Michael...).

The only other moment where Kaiser was "gentle" with Ness was in the hair cutting scene. I don't know how authentic Kaiser was being because we miss his pov. My theory about it is that it was some sort of last trial for Ness, to see if he really was the obedient dog that Kaiser spotted months (weeks?) prior.

It was less about trust and more about control. See how much Ness is willing to do for him. I think his first attempt for this was when he asked him to wash his hair in the shower scene. Kaiser was testing how much he could take from Ness without giving anything back.

He never planned to return Ness' "love", because Kaiser himself does Not see that as affection. It's something taken for granted, like the unconditional love you expect your dog to give you even if you neglect it.

Also Kaiser does not see Ness as a person, nor as something valuable. He does not see him "at his level", as a peer. Of course he would never want that type of love. Kaiser would probably feel love only if it's from someone he considers valuable. Someone he's at the same level on his imaginary hyerarchy.

On the other hand, we have Ness. Ness, who has poured his own whole identity into Kaiser. Kaiser is the centre of his world. The reason he is still playing football, his magic.

He's also someone he's projected onto like crazy.

Ness has never heard anything gentle come from Kaiser's mouth until that very moment. And then Kaiser shatters it all in the cruelest way possible.

I think the kindness he reserved to Ness was a vile way to let him down. See, if Kaiser had kept following his malicious pattern, for Ness it would've been easier to cope. But no, he chose to be kind and it's a slap right into Ness' face.

The words Kaiser deliver carry a double message. On one side, he's grateful for Ness, on another he's breaking up their friendship.

From Ness' pov, this is atrocious to witness. Because now what? Ness can be angry at Kaiser, hate him even, but he'd always feel guilty deep down, due to that sparkle of kindness Kaiser has shown to him.

I think I'd convey this sensation better using an example: imagine your (asshole) partner is breaking up with you and they do it by saying "I love what we had and you made me grow as a person, but I don't want you in my life anymore because I found someone else and it's different" or smt like that which makes you feel used. Like Ness gave everything to Kaiser, and Kaiser barely thanked him before moving on. Which leaves Ness with what? Nothing. Exactly. Not even an excuse to explode and be angry because of how "sweet" those words were for him. It's like Kaiser stunned him with a kiss before hitting him with a baseball bat. Like damn just use an axe next time jeez.

I think Ness will DEFINITELY have withdrawal symptoms after their separation is complete. Textbook withdrawal symptoms. Baby boy will struggle a LOT, and the fact he's all alone now? Without any support network? Damn.

Anyway from Kaiser's pov it makes sense and to him it's not even manipulative and he Is actually being kind. This is because, given that he sees Ness as a tool, he is just basically firing him from his job position. Like yeah you served me well but now I don't need you anymore so go serve someone else. Kaiser has no empathy nor shows any guilt and he's never attached himself to Ness as a person. To him it's like changing a pair of shoes, he's like "aw these don't fit anymore... anyway!" before discarding them away.

Is it cruel? Maybe. But given his backstory, his antisocial personality and his narcissistic traits... it makes sense for him to act this way.

((There's much more I could yap about but I'm gonna stop here and maybe make another post.))

[tociminna]

Strands

This is the first piece of fiction I ever wrote, and I posted it on AO3 exactly six months ago. When I started writing I had no real plans. I was getting an overcomplicated daydream out of my head and into a google doc.

It is now half a year and over 150k words later. Writing has been a balm and a bulwark against some pretty awful events; it has eased the dread and pain of a major new chronic illness (I already had two so it is especially unwelcome). I've also met several lovely people on AO3 and Tumblr and it's been such an uplift to have a way to share my brain rot.

Anyway, here's the story. It's a short, G-rated piece of fluff, Gale/fTav. Here's the link to AO3 if you'd prefer to read it there: Strands

He is struggling with the leather tie, cursing under his breath, when he sees a familiar pair of boots stop before the half-open tent flap. It's early - he hadn't been able to sleep much, the orb snarling hungrily every half-hour or so - so to see her awake and moving about is unexpected.

“Gale?” she calls. “Is everything all right?”

He gives up on the dratted tie and emerges from his tent, shaking his now too-long hair ruefully. He'd been ignoring it for months, despite Tara’s endless nagging. Like any cat, she had a firm belief in proper grooming. The battle royale over his beard had ended in detente, and that only because he had left her with Blackcloak.

“I'm perfectly well, only sick of this mop falling into my face at inopportune moments. It was manageable a month ago, when our… adventure began, but no longer. Perhaps it's time to do away with it entirely.”

At this, Niamh cocks a skeptical eyebrow. Her left one, it's only ever her left. He finds himself noticing these things, finds his eyes on her even when she's speaking with the others or working on her own. 

“No,” she says, humming softly - always humming - as she eyes his unruly hair thoughtfully. “Were you trying to tie it up?”

“I was. Imagine my disgust to find I couldn't manage such a simple task. Indeed after a few attempts my arms began to tire, though how I could not tell you. I don't quite understand how I can lift a heavy pack or flip an iron pan, but can't manage to hold my own arms above my head for longer than a minute or two without fatigue. Perhaps the mechanism…” he trails off as he sees her trying and failing to hide a smile.

“That's quite normal,” she assures him. “I learned how to do it so long ago I hardly remember, but it's not a natural movement. Can I show you?”

She holds out her hand for the tie and he feels a spasm of guilt. She is always doing this, always helping, always noticing when he needs help, and he never can do enough for her. She never seems to need anything, self-sufficient and closed away.

Well. Not entirely closed away. He remembers with sudden clarity the warmth and directness of her gaze at the party, the small touches and smiles and jokes in the tendays since. He remembers the sweetness of her lips in the Weave in almost unbearable detail and is horrified to find his face flushing at the memory.

She drops her hand, seeing his hesitation. “Or, we can ask Lae’zel for something sharp and cut it all off for you. What do you think?”

“No, no,” he huffs an embarrassed laugh. “I'm sorry, you're very good to offer. In fact I was trying something akin to how Lae’zel wears her hair - only the front parts pulled away from her face. How is that done?”

He hands her the tie and is surprised when she pivots to fold herself gracefully onto the rug in front of his tent. 

“Here,” she turns to pat the cushion behind her, “sit behind me and watch how I do it.”

He sits obediently and a good deal less gracefully - curse these creaky old knees, maybe he will finally take Halsin up on the offer to look at them - as she swiftly undoes her upper braid to let her hair hang free.

She has beautiful hair. It flows back from her curving, silver-grey horns to end below her shoulders in a gentle wave. It's white, cloud-white with a hint of storm grey at her temples and throughout the length, though in the flickering torchlight it shines with the colors of the fire. He has spent substantial time around tieflings, Waterdeep bustles with all kinds of people, but he has never seen one of her coloring. 

Karlach had asked her, once, about her lineage. White hair and bluefire eyes, with a warm copper skin, pointed to an unusual infernal bloodline. Niamh had said very little, as was her way when asked about herself or her history - only that she hadn't grown up with other tieflings during her childhood in Silverymoon, and didn't know anything interesting or useful about her background.

He wonders again about her life, who she was and who she is, as she shakes her hair loose and holds up the tie.

“Are you watching?” she asks.

“Always,” he replies, and once again blushes at the slip. 

He hears the smile in her voice as she instructs him to follow the motion of her hands. She deftly parts, twists, and ties the upper half of her hair into a neat bun, then undoes it and repeats the motion to make sure he has seen it.

It is far less complicated than any of the somatic gestures required for spellcasting, and he feels a surge of irritation that he found it so difficult at first. Surely a prodigy like himself ought to be able to manage something so simple without aid, he thinks, with the thread of shame and self-loathing that has woven itself into almost every waking moment.

She has turned to see if he's paying attention and he sees her face briefly contract with… not pity, but pain, as she watches him. He summons a smile of thanks and takes the tie from her. 

“I think I should be able to manage with some practice now. My undying gratitude, lady, as always.”

She looks at him silently for another moment, and then she turns away from him again but remains seated. “Yes, practice. Repetition and study. You can begin now. See if you can tie my hair up properly.”

He freezes, of course. “What? You don't need to - that is, I don't mind practicing on myself, you've already been - I don't - ”

“Gale. Hush. Just try it a few times. Don't pull too tight.”

He hushes, and slowly, carefully allows his fingers to pull back her hair. It is fine, and heavy, and silky in his hands and he suddenly can't quite remember how to breathe. He hears her humming again, sweet and soothing, and he thinks of the Weave. Of gossamer filaments and the faint scent of rosewater, of remote beauty and perfection.

He gently twists her hair, applies the tie, and realizes that it is not remoteness or perfection that he desires, not any longer. It is the softness of her hair, the weight and scent of it, like apples and salt, that he wants; it is the quiet sense of trust and peace as they sit on the ground, together, alone. He sees a nick in one of her horns near its tip, probably from catching a blow meant for him or one of the others, and feels a strange contracting sensation in his chest. The orb, however, is oddly quiet.

“Good!” she says, sensing he has finished. “Take it out and try it again.”

He does. She continues to hum in what he now understands is relaxation, and pleasure at his touch. So he can do something for her after all. He knows he can't go much farther than this, and she knows it too. She's been channeling any frustration into combat or her violin sufficiently well that he can't really tell if she's bothered by his inability to be physical. He himself has a lifetime of mental discipline to bolster him through this sort of thing, this drawn-out self-denial. Despite this, it daily becomes more difficult not to declare himself, orb be damned.

He ties and reties her hair, gently touching her in the only way he can, until it becomes apparent that the rest of the camp is waking. It's impossible to tell the time of day in the Underdark, and though there's enough strangeness here to satisfy his curiosity for a lifetime, he is glad they'll be leaving for the mountain pass and Lae'zel's creche once they finish up their business at Grymforge.

She sighs. “We'd better get armed and armored soon. Another day awaits.” She turns again to smile at him, and he knows without the aid of the tadpole that her thoughts have run similar to his. Then she scoots to the side and pats the spot where she's just been sitting.

“Your turn.”

At this point he is too relaxed to argue - an almost entirely new state of being for Gale Dekarios - and slides off his cushion onto the rug. It still holds the warmth of her body and he does his best not to focus on this too much.

She settles herself on the cushion behind him. Her touch in his hair nearly makes him gasp, despite the fact he'd been expecting it. She is running her fingers through it, stroking, gently pulling tangles loose, and he closes his eyes to lose himself in the sensation. Her hands are strong and dextrous, musician's hands, and he has not felt a touch like this in so, so long.

At this point she has gone from humming to murmuring a full-blown lullaby and he laughs. 

“This is hardly the way to prepare me for battle.”

She laughs back at him, quiet and delighted. She sounds happy, and that something in his chest squeezes again. 

“You've got lovely hair,” she remarks. “It's got so many colors in it. Brown, red, silver. It reminds me of some of the old trees around Silverymoon.”

“Silver unfortunately becoming a predominant shade,” he quips.

“Yes, but I like it.” And then, so quietly he can hardly hear it, “Stress and pain and terror will have that effect. I wish I could help.”

She finishes her twisting and tying and drops her hands into her lap. He feels their absence keenly - he suspects he probably always will, now - and impulsively turns to take one in his.

“You help so much, every day, in so many ways I'll never be able to count them or thank you for them.” He looks earnestly into her strange eyes, willing her to believe him. “But I'll do my best to be of use as long as you need me, as long as I can.”

Her mouth curves into a half-smile, strangely sad. 

“You don't have to be of use. I'm just glad and grateful you're here.” 

She pushes off the ground, still holding his hand, and pulls him up after her. 

“Though undoubtedly your aim with that firebolt will improve now that your hair isn't falling into your eyes,” she comments, examining him. “It looks good. You're not intending to change anything else, are you? The beard?”

“Oh no,” he laughs in protest, “the beard stays. I fought hard with Tara to keep it.”

She bites her lip and, to his shock, reaches up and cups his face in her hand. Her thumb brushes feather-soft under his cheekbone.

“Good.” 

They stand like that for a moment, eyes locked, his hand making its way up to her wrist and holding her there. The orb chooses this moment to flare to life, pinching and twisting horribly until he can't help but wince, and she seems to come to herself and takes her hand away.

“I'm sorry,” she says. “I know better.”

“So do I,” he replies. “But I can't bring myself to regret it.”

[littleprince612]

Lies of P - ENDING EXPLAINED, THEMES & FAQ

MAJOR SPOILERS MAJOR SPOILERS ENDING SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

By the way, this is not a lore analysis at all, this is a discussion on the thematic ideas in the story, and I refer to the player character interchangeably as "we" or P/Pinocchio. This is also all just my personal interpretations on the story, and is subject to inaccuracy.

Please enjoy my spark notes-esque analysis on Pinocchio souls!!

Was Carlo evil?

My answer is no. This is a bit complex, so I’ll try to answer within two questions.

In one of the endings, P surrenders his heart and Geppetto then uses it to revive Carlo, his biological son. Carlo then ends up killing everyone in the hotel if we choose to "save" him. He steps out into the rain, looks at Geppetto, and smiles (something that P doesn’t do), seemingly confirming his newly found humanity.

This does seem like a happy ending at first, doesn't it? By submitting to him, We/Carlo may win the purely conditional love of our father, but this comes at a cost. He has surrendered a part of himself in obedience. He no longer has any agency. Thereby making him a puppet in the ideological sense:

The game has a meaningful mechanic where our hair will grow during the duration of the game. Carlo's presented with short hair, but he's also wearing the same outfit (white blouse) we had in the train station; This is the version of ourselves from the beginning of the game. Like showing all that development we made is now gone for submitting to our father, we're right back to where we started, even as a "real boy”: a non-realized being who is at the call of someone else, a (Gasp!) puppet.

Why does Geppetto sacrifice himself instead of calling the attack off?

Let’s say instead of giving away the heart, we refuse. Geppetto, disappointed, then opens the suitcase he’s been carrying since the first trailer. He reveals the unnamed puppet boss, raises up the unnamed puppet on strings, and attempts to take the heart by force. 

If you survive the first phase of the fight, P is able to slice the top his head off. There's then an animation of the "strings" around the nameless puppet being cut, becoming more ethereal.

The fight goes on as it does, and then something strange happens. The nameless puppet seemingly defies Geppetto, and nonsensically attacks the heart Geppetto so needs in the first place, at which point he is so desperate for Carlo's revival that he dives in front of us.

Geppetto asks, shocked, "Were you trying to destroy Carlo's heart?"

What’s in the box?

Geppetto opens the suitcase we’ve seen him carrying since the first trailer, and raises up the nameless puppet. In the other ending, we can see that the body in the suitcase is indeed Carlo. 

I think that Carlo/Nameless puppet regained some amount of sentience after being damaged. After the "real boy ending", Geppetto has him kill the rest of the people in Hotel Krat. Carlo being revived would mean Geppetto still has absolute control over his son. 

Short answer: He lost control of the puppet in the second phase and it either sabotaged him or acted purely of its own accord to end the fight. I think the implication was that even Carlo knew being brought back was a bad idea. Damn :(

[note: people online have pointed out: It’s implied that Geppetto seems to have heavily neglected Carlo, and Carlo may have hated Geppetto in reality ("I don't care if an old man like that kicks the bucket!"). This reinforces the idea that the Carlo we see at the end is just a pawn.]

Is Pinocchio = Carlo?

I think this is one of the more interesting points. This is either ambiguous or left unresolved by the game; but I think it's probably true that Pinocchio and Carlo are virtually the same person. If Geppetto had just accepted our/P's decision not to surrender the heart, he may have still gotten the son back that he always wanted anyway. But for all intents and purposes, the game seems to answer that it doesn't matter. Antonia's final letter to us rather profoundly chooses not to answer the question.

Why Antonia is a real one

This is Antonia's final message to us, contrasted with Geppetto's role with us as a parent in our final battle. [emphasis mine]

To the wonderful gentleman who gave my precious time back to me, That time I met you was light itself. Whether you're that child or not, I think you're a kind, precious child. Thank you for giving my joy back to me in my last moments. To the young gentleman who resembles Carlo, Antonia Cerasani

[Remember, these are Antonia and Geppetto’s respective last words to us]

To be very fair, Geppetto was Carlo's actual parent; Antonia was not. But this seems to contrast with Geppetto asserting to us during the final boss sequence that we are just a puppet. The word "precious" is also very particular, as it's a word that Geppetto uses to refer to us near constantly ("Always remember that you're precious to me"/"it pains me to send someone so precious into such peril"). But while it could be read that we are only precious to him for ulterior reasons (because we carry the organ needed to revive Carlo), Antonia asserts that we are precious regardless. I see that as a truer, non-possessive love.

[also: Carlo's eyes are very noticeably brown (also seen in the painting), Our/P’s eyes are blue. Eyes, nearly always, have quite the symbolism! "The window to the soul", remember? While P and Carlo may have had a near-identical shell, I think this might be the game telling us that P and Carlo weren't truly the same. ]

Who’s a good boy?

Geppetto calls us "good boy" quite a lot. It's been fun watching various streams of this game, and whenever Geppetto calls us a "Good boy", I remember the chatroom filling up with messages of disgust, like: Good boy has real "Would you kindly" vibes! and: I squint my eyes at him every time he calls us a good boy like a dog.

It really reminds me of Mother Gothel! When Mother Gothel calls Rapunzel "pet" and consistently dresses her in undersized dresses, she's infantilizing Rapunzel to take away her agency. Cleverly, each time she tells Rapunzel she loves her, she seems to be directing that love to her hair! She's also constantly touching and caressing it. She isn't interested in Rapunzel as a person, but in the functional idea of her. Geppetto also expresses discomfort seeing us age (our hair growing), in contrast to Sophia's honest and enthusiastic interest. It's symbolic of his disdain towards our growing self-autonomy (growth into an adult).

[Even in the last hug with P, it’s a basically a ruse to grab the heart, and he never gives P a second look when he collapses for dead on the floor.]

[To be somewhat sympathetic to Bad Dad Giuseppe (I'm not defending him), it's also probably because we are now growing past the age that Carlo died. Essentially, we're starting to outlive him, and Geppetto has to witness the growing that Carlo never got to reach. That's got to be hard to bear.]

What does P actually stand for? P stands for Puppet, Not Pinocchio

People have noticed since the demo that we are never actually, explicitly referred to as "Pinocchio". The NPCs seem to dodge around saying "Pinocchio", opting for words “like Geppetto's puppet" or “child” instead. Given the story's inspiration and the game's title, however, it could be inferred that our name is Pinocchio. Why not just call us by name? 

Well, the doylist interpretation is that maybe they just didn't want to stir up some kind of trademark trouble with a certain Walter Mouse. But the game does something clever with this, lore-wise. After our "betrayal" at the hands of our father, I think the big reveal is simply that we are unnamed. Giuseppe gave us no name, showing he didn't view us as a true autonomous being.

Why does Geppetto apologize in the alternate "good ending"?

Both the endings are near identical, but when Geppetto is beginning to curse Pino, he apologizes instead. The beginning of the end cutscene is the same as the second “good ending”, where Geppetto tells us that we’re “just a useless puppet”. He's beginning to say this, except for when he sees the tear fall, at which point he seems to relent.

I think it's supposed to imply, seeing Pinocchio seemingly mourning for him, that in the very last moment Geppetto understood that either 1. Pinocchio was truly Carlo or 2. that he was sentient enough to be his tangible son anyway.

Is Pinocchio still alive? (+ Collodi's journey to Adulthood)

I think so!

If you've taken certain paths, you unlock the third ending, which is like the second ending, except with an additional scene where we can see P returning to the Alchemist's tower to look at a peaceful Krat. P then uses the ergo from Sophia into a puppet replica, at which point he collapses, seemingly from exhaustion. Sophia cradles him as he sleeps and serenely tells us it's good to see us again.

In the book, Pinocchio, after travailing to support both his ailing father and the sick blue fairy, falls asleep and dreams that he is visited by the blue fairy. The fairy, now whole and healed, tells him he hasn't been the best son, but that boys who support their parents are "deserving of great praise". When he wakes, he is a human boy, and his puppet form lies lifeless on a chair. It isn't Pinocchio showing pure obedience that makes him into a real boy, but the selfless act of caring for his father (the reversal of the parent-child structure). In my interpretation - her final message is this: That he was never perfect, (and perhaps he would never be perfect), but the bottom line was that he loved his father, and that was enough to make him human. [I think there's something in my eye!]

(Easter - The Resurrection of Christ, Rebirth, Death and renewal, Spring) 

In case you don't know (I didn't btw), the statue in the Exhibition is actually Michelangelo's La Pieta. Its inclusion in the game not only alludes to the novel's Italian origins, but also serves as a central visual motif as it's representing Jesus's death in the arms of Mary. This visual motif is revisited by P and Sophia at the end of the game in the “true” (canonical) ending. Symbolically, In the selfless act of reviving Sophia and at the end of his journey, he has transcended and broken the "egg shell of his puppet body" into a true adult (a human being). 

Does lying make us human?

At the centre of Collodi's Pinocchio is a father-son relationship wherein underlies an unconditional love. But this game has quite the different father-son relationship. When puppets are made, they are meant to follow under the laws of the Grand Covenant, and our father is the father of all puppets. Namely, each time we lie, this is in defiance of our father figure. Remember, the rule is that a puppet cannot lie. Lying doesn't have the connotation it has in the book or in popular culture adaptations of Pinocchio. Rather, lying in the game seems to infer choice and not deception.

It isn't just the act of disobedience (Self-agency) that gives us our autonomy ("A man chooses", mirroring Bioshock), In many cases in the story, we are asked if it’s better to comfort someone with a lie than telling them a truth that maybe wouldn’t serve them. In that way, you can also view lying as the selfless act of taking a burden.

Again, this adapts Collodi's psychological ideas in the book on the growth of the self-interested nature of the hedonistic, narcissistic child into the empathetic "adult" that works to serve others. [I know I might come across as harsh here, but bear with me, I’m just trying to speak in literary terms.] But while Collodi's Pinocchio focuses on the selfless nature of a parent, Lies of P focuses on the self-agency of an adult. 

So why is Lies of P so dead serious about Pinocchio? Well, it's an elaborate metaphor for self-autonomy.

In Conclusion…

Does Lies of P have an identity issue in of itself? Great soulslike? PuppetBorne 2.0? But it's also a beautifully rendered Pinocchio adaption. Quite unusual, perhaps, but there's a quote that bizarrely enough comes to mind when I think of the audacity of a Pinocchio themed soulslike - Talent is hitting the target nobody else can hit, while genius is hitting the target nobody else can see. I think there is a reason why the tale of Pinocchio persists and persists.

[misseviehyde]

THE APPRENTICE

Once the most popular girl at school - Lana Green fussed around her leader Becky Jones, the head cheerleader and new super bitch, and helped her blonde girlfriend get ready to go out.

"Fucking hurry up," sneered Becky as she adjusted her clothing and admired her long blonde hair. "You're such a useless fucking bitch sometimes Lana."

Lana grit her teeth as she helped zip up Becky's top and she finished helping her with her makeup. Once she had been the one who was the centre of attention - but since Becky had put on the magic wrist band - she had to accept she was just a beta bitch now.

Lana's lips twisted into a wicked smile. Still - it was better to serve in Hell as they said. She had made kind, gentle, Rebecca into the evil spoiled Becky and she liked it. She'd rather serve a hot bitch like Becky than be the victim of the nerds she once bullied.

How Rebecca had found the magic wrist band, Lana had no idea. She'd bullied and humiliated the little loser nerd for years - then one day Rebecca had turned up at her house and started making wishes.

"You've teased and bullied me and my friends long enough. I wish you were a nerd like us Lana. Welcome to your new life."

The wish had quickly kicked in, transforming Lana and altering reality to make it so she had always been a nerd.

And Lana hated being a nerd. Her beautiful hair had become a short bob cut - her designer clothes had changed to tie-dye t-shirts and dungarees and she'd become a bottle-top glasses wearing loser.

Even worse, she'd become a lesbian... and now her biggest crush was Rebecca. Her behaviour now modified by the wish, Lana found she liked board-games, school and art. She couldn't stop simping for Rebecca.

But part of her remained evil and mean - a desperate part of her wanting to reclaim her power... and Rebecca was the key.

As she now had a massive crush on her former victim, it wasn't hard to make herself the submissive slut she needed to be to stoke Rebecca's ego. She knew that Rebecca liked how desperate Lana was to please her.

"You're so fucking hot," groaned Lana as she urgently made out with Rebecca in her bedroom. "You're just the best. I'd do anything to make you happy."

Rebecca moaned, enjoying the feeling of Lana's fingers inside her as her former bully pleasured her body with worship in her eyes. It felt good to lord it over her bully.

"Please Rebecca... make me do what you want. Make me your slut."

"Hmmm okay. Eat my pussy then slut, make me cum."

Lana had obediently obeyed... submissively pleasuring Rebecca till the nerd squirted all over her face.

From that moment forward Rebecca had kept Lana close and the two began to spend more and more time together.

Lana had then begun to influence Rebecca more. Her only hope of ever getting back her spoiled life was to corrupt Rebecca into an evil mean bitch. It would mean forever serving Rebecca, but Lana was willing to pay that price.

She stoked Rebecca's ego, spread lies about her friends and subtly encouraged her to use more and more selfish wishes to get what she wanted.

Rebecca began to change. She was was becoming more self-centred and mean. Lana loved to see it.

Then she intensified her efforts.

"Remember when I was the bully and you were the nerd," smiled Lana one day. "Wouldn't you like to role-play that situation in reverse? Why don't you pretend to be a hot mean girl and I'll be your victim?"

Rebecca wasn't sure at first, but after bullying and humiliating Lana - she seemed to get off on it and was soon cumming harder than she ever had before. "Oh fuck, being a bully does feel kinda hot."

"Why don't you try it for real? Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be pretty, blonde and hot? Why don't you make a wish? You could always change back later?"

"I guess it can't hurt. Hmm.. I wish I was pretty, blonde and popular."

Rebecca moaned as her nerdy body transformed. Long blonde hair fell to her ass as she became bitchy and hot. Painted nails shot out as her body toned and tanned and dazzling white teeth curved into a smile. "Mmmmmh this feels fucking good. Get over here nerd. Eat my bullying pussy."

Lana had been eager to obey.

Being a bully was addictive and Rebecca hadn't turned back. Lana had agreed to teach her how to be an Alpha and had eagerly gone to work helping to make Rebecca a bad person.

Using wish after wish, Becky had soon been fully born. Lana had watched in delight as the new mean Queen began bullying her former friends and hanging out with the popular girls.

"Fuck yes, I love being a bad girl. Teach me more you fucking subby lesbo bitch," laughed Becky as she made Lana kiss and suck her toes one day.

"You know Goddess," humbly grovelled Lana. "I could be even more use to you if you turned me back into a mean girl. Let me be in your clique and I can advise you all the time."

"Very well. I wish Lana was popular again - though not as popular as me of course."

Lana had moaned in pleasure as she'd turned back into her old self and become hot again. Her plan had worked. She was back - although now still with a lesbian crush on Becky and from now on she would be the beta bitch.

Still - as she finished helping Becky get dressed - she had to admit. This was a lot better than being stuck as a nerd, even if Becky was a total bitch.

And maybe one day... she'd find a way to get that magic wristband for herself...

[deadqueerboys]

Mouth Washing

Tubbo x Male! Reader

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Tubbo was looking at the wall for so long. It was actually pissing him off. He could turn around and force himself to talk with M/n, but he didn't want to lose. This wasn't a bet or anything, his boyfriend just asked for a private moment, just both of them laying together in silence while M/n went through his social media. He was tired of waiting. He would do anything to get his attention at this point, and so he did. He sits on M/n's lap and frowns at him, crossing his arms under his chest.

"Don't look at me like this. Come on, babe. You have such a pretty smile." M/n teased, putting his phone to the side and grabbing Tubbo's chin. He forces him to look at him in the eyes, something Tubbo really hates. He grinds his hips, and he clearly wants some affection. Both of them want it. M/n couldn't deny it, he puts the blanket away from his lap, showing his hard dick. "Some gay ass porn passed through my timeline.. do you mind if I use your pretty mouth, Toby?" He asks, smirking now.

"I know what you want." Tubbo rolls his eyes, getting on his knees by the side of the bed. He was desperate for some attention. He's always like this at late night. They both couldn't sleep without it, and he was the one doing this sacrifice since last time M/n accepted to be a bottom for him. It's been a while since they don't fuck, and it was driving him crazy. "Just do it." He looks at his knees, feeling fragile and sensitive. Tubbo rubs his hand against his own cock, getting hard and a little bit ashamed.

M/n grabs his hair softly, just enough to pull him closer. He hates hurting Tubbo. He's always so kind to him. That's the minimum he can do for his kind and horny boyfriend. He undoes his zipper and put it out of his underwear, slapping his cock on Tubbo's cheek. The sound echoes through the empty room, they were both finally alone after a long day with their friends. Tubbo looks up, his eyes filled with innocence but also a little bit of lust. He opens his mouth, ready to take it.

Tubbo moans as soon as it touches his throat, pulling it away and choking. He stops, grabbing M/n's hand. He takes it on his mouth again, closing his eyes and smiling. He loves this feeling, being submissive, so he doesn't have to do anything. He can just stand there and let his lover to the whole work. His mouth gets easily filled with the big cock, he doesn't deny it. He makes him grab his hair even more, he wants to be face fucked, and he needs it now. M/n does as he shows, pulling his dick even harder inside his throat. He feels Tubbo gagging, but he doesn't take away.

He grabs his hair, putting it in and out pretty quick, fucking his face as fast as he can. He picks his phone, he opens the camera, and takes some pictures of Tubbo in this position. He also starts to record it, smiling at the vision. M/n strokes his cock in front of his face, slapping it on his tongue. He can feel the pleasure building inside him. He adores it, imagining how good would it be to fuck Tubbo while he's on live stream in any other day, but not today, no.

"Hey, honey. Is everything okay down there? You seem a little.. hard." M/n chuckles and steps on Tubbo's cock through his clothes. He can feel it twisting under his feet. He smiles and tilts his head, putting his cock inside his mouth and making him close it. Tubbo moves when he feels comfortable, going up and down on his boyfriend's dick. Deep down, he likes it. He loves how M/n can use him like a toy. The bottom is this poor guy.. he can't even answer, there's a fat cock on his mouth.

In some minutes, M/n gets tired, grabbing Tubbo's hair with some lazy strokes before he cums on his mouth. He laughs at how obedient Tubbo is. He's like a perfect puppy, always doing as he's told. And at this moment, M/n asked him to swallow his cum, which he does without any doubt.

[throwmeabonepleaseandthankyou]

Ahem In that case, can I have some Nightmare headcanons? Pretty please?

I remember you headcanon him as being very toxic in any relationship, but is there any situation where he could? Totally not asking because he's on my mind and I'm writing a fic at the moment...

I'm setting up a slow burn where both Nightmare and my OC have to learn how to communicate properly since neither are really capable of feeling love/emotions in general.

well since you asked so nicely gets more comfy in my bed and sips my tea

this is long so look under the cut <3 AND, your TWs for this one : Psychological torture, Starvation, Usage of Drugs, Manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome, Physical Abuse Please remember to keep yourself safe when consuming materiel that include such warnings, and to take a break when doing so. Mine is not as graphic, and barely give an insight of what's going on, but it is to make you aware.

Nightmare... let's see.

Rich otherworldly being who believes he's a God decides you're his new plaything, but he also has serious attitude problems and anger issues. Yeah, I can work with this.

He is one of the most difficult ones to get through to (maybe placing about number 3), as he only sees you as a toy. He is so stubborn and bottles up any kind of feeling he does get, and is also basically incapable of feeling anything.

Nightmare is very subtle about showing any actual attraction, so much that it just looks like he's nagging. "Fix your hair, it'll look better like this" or "why do you dress like that, you'd look better in this".

He has always had an intense fixation on how people look, something he's kept with him since he was young. Since before that incident.

Even if the two are completely different people, he still holds that little guardian's old hopes and dreams, all of his memories. The apple just corrupts them to make them seem like nothing but trauma, pushing away anything slightly positive and swallows it up.

He takes very long to warm up to you, and even longer to admit these feelings. When he realizes what he's feeling, he purposely pushes you away, locking you up in your assigned room in the castle.

If you have a shy personality, easily flustered and upset, he takes the extra mile to make sure you don't end up overwhelmed.

If you're a pain in the ass (like Killer), he'll treat you like the pest you are. Knock it off, he's being nice, can't you tell by him constantly degrading how you look and commenting on everything you do?

If you willingly argue with him and stand up for yourself, he'll begin to ignore you. He's not going to entertain bad behavior. Knock your shit off if you want to eat later tonight.

Oh yeah, he will punish you for acting out. His punishments start out small, like staying in your room for the day(with food being brought to you by one of his little servants).

Then, it grows to taking away little things. Your bedding stripped to a single blanket and pillow, some of your clothing, and you stay in your room. If you're caught out of it, you're carried back in and locked in.

If you keep up your bad behavior, he starts to take away your food. You will listen to him.

If that doesn't stop you, then fine. He'll take an extreme.

He has the ability to manipulate people's dreams, causing the most awful terrors to happen. You'll be screaming yourself awake, panicking and begging for someone to help you.

He makes it so no one comes for you.

You force yourself awake? Simple, he'll make the dreams come to you. Hallucinogens will be added to any food or drink you are given and he'll manipulate them, making you slowly go insane until you are begging at your door for someone to help.

Then he'll appear, shooing the demons away and take care of you. He'll let you even sleep in his room for the night if you want.

This will repeat as many times as it needs to until you finally give up.

But you don't need to worry about this if you're an obedient pet!

Trust me, just listen and your life will be 100x easier.

He will resort to being physical if you're being too annoying.

He's very sweet if he wants to apologize or you're extremely sad.

Does your negativity make him feel better? ... Yes, but the fact it's coming from you makes it feel cheap.

He'd rather leech off of those wastes of space he lets live here than you.

Though, something about seeing your face covered in tears in alluring to him in a sense... He likes seeing it, and sometimes he'll provoke them just to see you cry.

There's a rare chance that, when you annoy him, he gets so irritated that he does the only thing he can thing of to make you be quiet.

s n a p

There goes your arm. But now you're screaming. He'll never escape this torture, will he?

Fine, fine, he'll take care of you...

After he finishes filing these papers.

Do you want a roof over your head or not?

[daisiescomelate]

my favorite au in fanfics it's soulmates au, and i couldn't help to noticed that sukuna's true form has two faces, two arms, and two legs (according to the nihongi, a very very old japanese history book where we can find the first mention of the figure of sukuna in folklore), and that description matches with the theory of soulmates given by aristophanes in the symposium by plato.

the story is told by aristophanes during a discussion this character had with other philosophers about what love is. it tells the tell of people originally being these creatures with two faces, to arms, to legs, to sets of genitals, etc, that got punished by the gods and got separated.

all quotes are fragment of symposium from here: the internet archive classics

why they were a threat ergo they got punished:

"Terrible was their might and strength, and the thoughts of their hearts were great, and they made an attack upon the gods; of them is told the tale of Otys and Ephialtes who, as Homer says, dared to scale heaven, and would have laid hands upon the gods. Doubt reigned in the celestial councils. Should they kill them and annihilate the race with thunderbolts, as they had done the giants, then there would be an end of the sacrifices and worship which men offered to them; but, on the other hand, the gods could not suffer their insolence to be unrestrained."

so zeus split them in half

"At last, after a good deal of reflection, Zeus discovered a way. He said: "Methinks I have a plan which will humble their pride and improve their manners; men shall continue to exist, but I will cut them in two and then they will be diminished in strength and increased in numbers; this will have the advantage of making them more profitable to us. They shall walk upright on two legs, and if they continue insolent and will not be quiet, I will split them again and they shall hop about on a single leg." He spoke and cut men in two, like a sorb-apple which is halved for pickling, or as you might divide an egg with a hair; and as he cut them one after another, he bade Apollo give the face and the half of the neck a turn in order that the man might contemplate the section of himself: he would thus learn a lesson of humility."

and they are cursed to need each other, look for each other

"And when one of them meets with his other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and would not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment: these are the people who pass their whole lives together; yet they could not explain what they desire of one another. For the intense yearning which each of them has towards the other does not appear to be the desire of lover's intercourse, but of something else which the soul of either evidently desires and cannot tell, and of which she has only a dark and doubtful presentiment."

so i keep thinking about a story where sukuna is defeated and sealed, losing his true form because a part of his soul dispersed and escaped somewhere as the other half of him was being fragmented and put into fingers. if i don't remember wrong, according to folklore sukuna didn't obediently follow the commands of an emperor and tended to cause ruckus and because of that said emperor send someone to execute him, so it'll add up with the idea of infuriating a god because they consider him a threat because of his strength.

then a thousand years later he strangely fits perfectly inside this boy, making him the perfect vessel for some unknwon reason, a boy that looks almost exactly like him for some other strange reason.

one day, bored out of his mind, sukuna is walking around yuuji's mind and stumbles across images, memories, more than a thousand years old that look so familiar to him. he realizes that yuuji is the part of his soul he lost back then, understanding that they are both the same but also very distinct individuals since this fragment of his soul had being apart from him for so long and had grown and develop on its own.

this idea also comes from some other thing i read about the original sukuna that said that maybe he came to be a symbol of twins or brothers from ancient history, and the theory that maybe sukuna represented actually two brothers (kagosaka no miko and oshikuma no miko) that were sons of an emperor, which would go pretty well with a platonic soulmates au.

ps. the way aristophanes describes one of this types of creatures (because there were three types: woman+woman, man+man, and then this third one) that looks like two people into one is like a third genre he called "androgynous" (i don't think it's necesserily woman+man but something different that doesn't exist anymore according to him, idk), that has both female and male characteristics, and in the lights that we found out sukuna lactates and he might be pregnant now, i think it fits perfectly to what his true form shows to be now in the manga.

ps2. i'm not a philosopher, i actually don't know what i'm talking about, just very passionate about the topic of soulmates in general.

[the-dragon-blade]

The flame haired man sighed heavily at her words, but listened without interrupting her the whole way...he was getting her thoughts and opinion, and maybe like this they would avoid an argument..Whether it was her being defensive, or him too aggressive, he had failed in the past to convey that he was, indeed, listening to everything.

He just wanted to be listened to as well. Still, he raised his hand in a softly dismissive gesture.

"Please, dont apologize, Jelly...It...doesn't mean much like this. You're hearing my side and it makes sense, but if you regain your memories, your thoughts on this might change. You may find that i'm overreacting and blowing it all out of proportion. You might find that i was right and you understand. Let's wait till that happens first, shall we?"

It didn't change things regardless. The past was gone, and he was the one to cut it brutally..

"To set a...basis, since you don't remember, and we can have a proper discussion...I never wanted to work with the devil. He is rather despicable. I don't like him at all, and i enjoyed antognizing him in every way. That said...i was, and am, more displeased with how the gods treated us. They gathered us to work for him, it was by their request that we took his mission, and then they urged us to betray him immediatly, knowing we would get hunted down for it.

No information, no defense of any kind either. We had to run and make deals with a witch that demanded everything in order to not get killed immediatly....I am all about picking fights with assholes, but wise men pick fights they have a chance to win. There is no benefit in glorious sacrifice if it achieves nothing. I did not want to lose you to this.

You...chastisized me for not believing that we were the chosen ones, that it was our fate to succeed, and i thought your head had been filled with pretty words to keep you obedient. We fought quite a few times about it, it put a split in us...Which i am so sorry for. I was impatient and forceful."

He paused, the memories still bitter...sad. He never wanted to fight, but he was less than understanding too. Time would have proved the truth of either of them, he just needed to be there when it did, and he was not.

"Hah...facing the team was indeed not so easy at all.", Igris closed his eyes with a sigh. "Hoyt did whatever he wanted, any decision we took as a team, he followed it or defied it without care, and we were forced to follow along. He could steal the book and run with it, and we would never catch him. He threatened us with it one too many times, and we followed his whims obediently... I was extremely angry about this, we got in many fights with him, we were in horrible terms. Azzy also left when we refused to help him kill his innocent brother too. It wasn't great at all...Team was not going to understand, so you had no choice than to set me aside."

Despite the heavy, sorrowful and regretful tone in his voice, he was moving his hand a lot, and was making strong gestures and expressions. The more time passed that they talked, the more comfortable he seemed to get, almost as if it was something natural, and of course, that's exactly how felt subconciously...They had endless conversations, for years on years. Talking to her was the most natural thing in the world for him. At some point he had crossed his legs too to get comfortable without even realizing it.

But eventually, his elbows returned to lean on his legs, hands on top of each other, gaze that switched between memories and the present. He turned it to her, and he smiled a little, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

"But i bet you've gone through many situations together with them now...You look like you aged a hundred years, heh...Don't get me wrong! You look great! Beautiful as ever, and i love the new outfit! It just shows that youve been through hell and back, and although i want to hear it all, i know youre not going to tell me a thing till i can prove the truth of my words....So...

Let's go to Iandeveigh. Everyone should remember us both there, we spent quite a while. Would you grant that request to a silly stranger?"

~ cont. from here

[rcksmith]

Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog ​​eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

[writingforatwistedworld]

Reader in twisted wonderland—>

My precious Silver,

What did you eat growing up to be so pretty and talented? Please share your secrets <3 I find your dedication and loyalty to be aspiring! If everyone in this school was evil, you would probably be the only one I am certain had a heart of gold. Ironic, cause your name is silver :P I was also so touched by the bond you share with your father, it is heartwarming to see you two take care of each other. Especially to see you practice your cooking for him! I hope one day I could taste one of those dishes. Until then, I’ll keep dreaming of you~

Sweet dreams!

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, obsessive behavior, body horror, blood, violence, poison, mutilation, murder

Silver-a perfect God

Heading over to Diasmonia you balanced a stack of paper on your hands. Even though you were the “weird-magicless-monarch/God/scholar” dorm you still had some work to do. The Headmage had given you a few documents in which every dorm leader was supposed to enter their dorm monthly expenses. Now the dorm of the dark fae was left. Walking over the bridge you wondered if they even needed decorations during Halloween. What a place! It almost felt like you had left NRC and gone to Briar valley. A flash of silver made you resurface from your thoughts. The student who shared a name with the color of his hair leaned on the wall besides the entrance door, deep asleep. Deciding that you didn't want to disturb his rest you were just about to enter when his hand held your to stop you. Turning around you shot him a questioning look which made him pull out a letter. Putting it on top of the pile he apologized before saying goodbye and walking away. Was it just in your head or did he avoid looking into your eyes, his own being downcasted to the floor, too afraid to look up. Just what was up with him?

Dear overseer,

never in my life would I ever dreamt of getting a letter from you. Not to mention one like that. Doing things like training and practicing my cooking are everyday things I do. I have duties as Malleus guard so something like that was always completely normal and I also don't need more poison resistance training from my father. I do love him but his cooking is more poisonous than the poison the Fairest Queen used to poison her stepdaughter.

My dear overseer, my dear God, since I was a child your stories amazed me. Every time I was afraid of anything my father told me that you are watching over every single one of us, letting only the bad people coming in harms way. How admirable! What did we ever do to have such a wonderful God? Please allow me to watch your descent from the side! I would never dare to actively play a role in your plans as they are far too great for a simple human like me but please, allow me! I am honored to be able to serve a family which was blessed by your yourself. A meager human like me, not a fae. Lilia always said to me that you didn't differentiate between beings but sometimes I can't help myself but to feel self-conscious. Forgive my rudeness!

You praise me in that letter, telling me that I am talented and also attractive. But my dear God, don't you see that you are fitting those categories way more than I do. Once more, please forgive my rudeness for questioning you but you shouldn't tell me such things. Not when you are so much higher than I am. You also said that my heart is made out of gold. It's like that only because of you. You are the light which guided me my entire life. Let me repay you for that. Shall I slaughter the ones which dare to question your rule? Or should I cut off my own tongue and squeeze my eyes out so that I never speak a wrong word, so that I never see anything besides your grace? I would be happy to do so! Hail the Overseer! Hail their holyness! I shall be an obedient servant, the sword that slaughters in your name. There is no higher honor than being in your services so tell me, what do you wish for me to do. Say it and it shall happen. I am at your disposal, my father is at your disposal. We all are at your disposal.

Use us, my dear God, use us! I would love nothing more!

Sincerely,

Silver

[melodyplucked]

he's been doing some work at home while she was off in the studio, writing, playing with some tracks... and he'd made dinner for them... but when his call was answered with a text, he knew she wasn't coming home the time she'd initially said. she gets so involved with her work, he gets it because he can be the same way when he's stuck on something. but he hates that she'll just hole herself up in there and not look after herself, or have someone looking after her... he loves living together of course, loves the time they get to spend together, and he loves caring for her. loving her. there's nothing he likes more than being with nini this way.

as he hears her come in, he sticks her covered plate back in the microwave, turns it on to heat back up. he would've waited for her to come home, but he knew as well as she did that they don't know what hour she'd even get home... she's stubborn that way sometimes. so he ate alone, and would sit with her while she had her food when she did get home, no matter the hour. at her greeting, the warmest smile comes to his face.   ❝    welcome home, my love.    ❞    he replies, enjoying the feeling of her arms wrapped around him. he doesn't like how weak she seems now though, some mix of hunger and sheer exhaustion... mental, physical, emotional... he's not sure. he just knows he needs to help her now that she's with him. safe in his arms as he turns around, holds her tight against him and leans down to press a kiss to her forehead.

he's in a t-shirt and a pair of sweats, would likely be getting ready for bed if he hadn't been waiting for his wife - his girlfriend... to come home. he almost carries her to the couch, but at the least he'll settle her in with some blankets, leave another kiss on her head, and get her comfortable. she's so gentle and obedient, letting him guide her. he comes back with a cup of tea and her food, sitting down beside her so she can lean against him and not just the couch. he cuts and feeds her the pieces of her food bit by bit, slow and just the softest expression on his face. he doesn't try to make much conversation, just wanting her comfortable and getting the sustenance she needs.

❝    well, i love you completely, my angel... and i don't want anything more than to love you and take care of you.    ❞    he reassures her, shaking his head as he puts the now empty plate aside. he's not usually the you have to finish your food sort of person, but he has no idea if she's eaten anything since she left their apartment this morning besides the lunch he dropped by on his way to a quick meeting and she'd taken with a kiss and a reassurance to hopefully be home by 9.    ❝    you deserve all of this. everything and more, just because you're you. the love of my life    ❞    ricky hums, tilting her head up by her chin and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, enjoying that sweet loving look even from her oh so tired eyes... maybe they'll put a movie on... cuddle on the couch and she can lay in his lap and he'll pet her hair until she falls asleep, maybe he'll just carry her straight to bed... he doesn't mind what happens next, he just needs to be with her more than anything else.

nini    was    exhausted.    she'd    spent    the    last    sixteen    hours    in    the    studio,    refusing    to    leave    until    the    song    she'd    been    working    on    sounded    exactly    as    she'd    wanted    it    to.    when    she    came    stumbling    home,    into    the    new    apartment    she    and    ricky    had    just    signed    a    lease    for    together,    she    could    barely    keep    her    eyes    open.    ❝    hi,    baby.    ❞    she    says    as    she    walks    into    the    kitchen,    eyelids    heavy    as    she    approaches    her    incredible    boyfriend    and    wraps    her    arms    around    his    waist.    she    leaned    her    head    against    his    back    and    let    her    eyes    slip    closed,    almost    using    his    body    to    hold    herself    up.    

he'd    been    busy    while    she    was    working    and    after    he    turned    around,    giving    her    a    hug    and    leaving    a    quick    kiss    on    her    forehead,    he    started    to    shuffle    her    toward    the    couch.    she    was    obedient    as    she    let    him    sit    her    down    and    cover    her    with    blankets,    tucking    her    in    before    he    went    to    grab    the    dinner    he'd    made,    her    plate    covered    and    waiting    for    her    in    the    microwave.    he'd    made    chicken    and    dumplings,    and    her    mouth    was    watering    as    he    heated    up    the    food    and    brought    it    to    her.    

curling    into    his    side,    she    tried    her    best    not    to    just    close    her    eyes    and    fall    asleep.    when    she    got    like    this,    so    heavily    focused    on    her    work,    it    was    a    wonder    she    could    do    anything    else.    but,    it    was    so    telling    of    how    loved    she    was,    when    ricky    started    to    cut    the    food    with    a    fork    and    feed    it    to    her.    and,    if    she    were    being    honest,    she    couldn't    say    it    was    the    first    time    he'd    ever    done    this.    it    had    been    a    hassle    trying    to    get    her    to    eat    in    high    school.    she'd    always    been    the    type    to    hyper-focus    on    something    and    forget    about    everything    else.    he'd    spent    more    than    a    few    nights    absentmindedly    feeding    her    bits    of    food    while    she    studied    her    lines    for    drama    or    poured    over    a    textbook.    

❝    i    love    you    so    much.    ❞    she    whispers,    voice    low    and    tired,    when    she's    finished    eating.    ❝    what    did    i    ever    do    to    deserve    being    cared    for    so    genuinely    by    you?    ❞    she    asks,    that    sweet,    loved-up    look    on    her    face    as    she    speaks.