#now onward to my bath

[puripurin]

— Dance Partner!Yan, who was the embodiment of child star when he was 9 with his flexibility and incredible dance skills at such a young age, made him a little— scratch that, a massive little shit from the numerous praises he was showered with. That was until you stepped foot into the studio he was practicing at with your parents.

You, back then as a 9 year old child, didn't come from a wealthy family, but that didn't stop your parents from saving up until they could afford 2 months of dance practice lessons. It wasn't cheap either as the dance studio became popular from just him alone, but it was worth it for your safety as a child.

Almost immediately, he was infatuated with you. Talking with you, helping you, and just being overly friendly towards you. There was no doubt he was never going to let you go, even as a 9 year old. That's why he volunteered (well closer to asking his parents to threaten his dance coach) to be your one and olny dance partner.

You were ecstatic until you realized that you only had a week left of your dance lessons. Of course, you were sad and kind of embarrassed, but you wanted your parents to spend the money on other things other than something so frivolous, so you never said anything.

That first day when he found out that you weren't coming back was a nightmare. He was screaming and crying for you to come back, and he even lost his voice, so he resorted to isolating himself.

When you eventually came back later that day because of the frantic calls that your parents had gotten, he held on to you tight for hours and was only babbling incoherent sentences. From that day onwards, his parents were paying for you to go to the dance studio so that something like that never happens. Which leads you to the current day him.

Dance Partner! Yan was heavily affected by that incident, so now you and him were together for almost everything. Sleeping, bathing, cooking, and, obviously, dance performances. He always knows where you are, and you always know where he is.

He thinks that you are his one and only and will die on that hill forever. He's even made sure that you and him lost your virginity to one another.

Along with never allowing anyone to be your dance partner. If there was a new person who hadn't been informed of your relationship with one another and insisted on talking to you, his touchiness blows through the roof. He'll start groping you and making you flushed more obviously to deter that person away.

"Now, now, stop getting feisty. You don't think I'm tired of making sure people know that you are mine?"

Awoop, art jumscare that is partly finished. Ofc its Cecil and Clear. Some parts look bad, but idc. Im not planning for art to be my main hobbie, and i rarely draw.

Also, here's some more images? Imagines?? Ummm, whichever one is the corect one.

Also another character added to my ever so slightly increasing roster of ocs. I was gonna write the the other charas but this was siting in my head rent free like, I let you come and live her for free and I don't even charge you rent?? The disrespect i just underwent.

Anyways, it was originally going to be a dance instructor slowly getting possessvie over you and only teaching you lewd dances then it actually became dance partner yan. So un yeah wwoop.

Noy preoofread

[tulipfantasies]

night on the town ✩ n.romanoff

pairing; natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary; a simple night on the town leads to the discoveration of pain and addiction.

characters; (mentions) og 6 and a woman named maria (not hill).

warnings; 16+ (just to be safe), use of alcohol and cigarettes, (mentions) underage smoking, (mentions) addiction, (mentions) natasha's past at the red room, (mild) swearing, (mild) jealous r, nat is ooc again, (minor) angst and fluff. 

my notes;  please, if any of the topics in bold make you uncomfortable or trigger you, do not read onwards. i don't want to upset anyone so consider it your warning. i don't think i like this one. can anyone spot the small pop culture reference??

word count; 2.6k ao3

A ‘simple night on the town’ turns into 1:04 am. 

The entire length of the streets of New York was bathed in a soft amber glow, all thanks to the street lights that were situated on every corner of the Avenues. 

Midtown, or at least the side you all find yourselves on, was eerily calm given the environment (and the atmosphere hidden on the inside) that was nestled amongst the usually busy streets.

No car horns were heard for miles on end.

For the middle of spring, the air was bitterly cold yet so freeing. In stark contrast to the air behind the secured doors, which was heavy and suffocating.

Tony, among one of his genius plans, had decided that you all deserved to take a break from your demanding and life-saving lives.

He described it as a ‘simple night out on the town’, but we all know that in Tony’s dictionary, that was an excuse for him to get shit-faced. 

So, naturally, you all tagged along to keep him out of trouble and to have a little fun yourselves.

Who could pass up a free drink and the chance to unwind anyway?

Now, none of the team members that tagged along were anywhere in sight except for those who were strictly keeping sober or physically couldn’t get drunk.

The sensible ones.

The only remaining ones were around the table in the VIP booth that Tony rented in the club.

2:45 am.

It’s been 1 hour and 41 minutes since you last saw her dancing with some brunette, who has definitely drunk more than the legal requirement.

Desperate.

1 hour and 41 minutes of scanning through the hot and heavy crowd in search of a single sign that she was still dancing with the brunette or getting another drink at the bar.

None. 

���Y/n? Where are you going?” Steve’s voice calls out over the booming music as he watches you snatch your phone from off the table impatiently.

“Need fresh air.” You reply hastily before throwing a small smile over your shoulder and in his direction.

“She’s going to find Nat,” Clint’s voice could just about be heard over the music as he was talking to Steve and you were walking further away. “Like always.”

The music was practically deafening to the ears; the last thing on a drunken mind was the volume of the music.

Sex and more alcohol always are. 

You were just silently thanking yourself that you had entered the club with a lot more self-control and had only ended up getting tipsy this time around.

Unlike Tony who was completely shit-faced.

Pushing through the thick sea of plastered couples (who were dancing in a way that was even too much for you) was a task in itself but you finally managed to reach the front doors to the club.

Soft, yet bright, light was emitted in your direction causing you to wince. 

You let out a large sigh of relief the further away you stumble from the raging nightclub, random shot glass in hand, and into the bitter air that pierced the exposed skin on your arms and legs.

A small shiver runs down your spine.

“Fancy seeing you here,” A sultry voice brings your, slightly blurred, attention away from the empty shot glass in your hand and toward the direction where it came from.

The dimly lit alleyway. “Got tired of being in there?”

“Nat!” You exclaim in relief as you slowly make your way over toward the alleyway. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you for like the past hour.”

The closer you reach her, the more of her outline you can make out.

She’s leaning up against the masonry while nursing a half-empty bottle of tequila (or vodka, it was too dark to make it out) in one hand and a lit cigarette in between her index finger and middle finger on her other.

A dangerous combo for a dangerous woman.

“I’ve been out here the entire time, detka.”

“Oh? With that brunette who was all over you like some desperate-”

“Careful now,” She cuts your words off with a smug grin and a tsk sound. “You had a lot to drink, detka?”

“Uh, yeah, a few but I’m not drunk like Tony.” You reply as you make a move to lean up against the wall opposite to her.

No other words were spoken as she raised the cigarette to her lips to take a long drag. 

Drag after drag, she slowly puffs the lethal smoke out towards the right of her while she makes sure that not once does she take her emerald gaze from off of you.

It was an intense gaze.

“But that’s beside my point, who the hell was that brunette dancing with you?” You ask abruptly with a raised brow. She chuckles in amusement at your clear jealousy. “Because she was getting way too cosy with you.”

“No one important, just someone who drunkenly came up and started dancing with me,” Natasha replies as if it never bothered her because it didn’t bother her. “Think she said her name was Maria or something.” 

Maria. “Hm, you seemed to get pretty handsy with her, do you like her?”

“Where’s all this jealousy coming from, Y/n/n?” She asks in an amused tone which is followed by a chuckle. Oh, she was enjoying this. “To be fair, it’s amusing seeing you go all green over some random girl, especially one I don’t know or have an interest in.”

“Y’know, I’d rather not discuss it.” You say, brushing off her question and ignoring her comment as you turn to face away from her so she can’t see you roll your eyes.

There’s a pregnant pause before you clear your throat and look back toward her with a slightly softened gaze.

The cigarette remains firmly pressed in between her fingers.

“Have you always smoked?” You ask, to change the subject, as you fold your arms over your chest.

Natasha doesn't reply straight away but takes another drag.

She drops the remaining bit of her cigarette onto the ground so that she can stamp harshly on it, with the sole of her shoe, just to make sure that it’s out.

“Mhm,” she hums with a shrug of her shoulders. “Just kept it to myself, I guess.”

Taking your bottom lip in between your upper front teeth, you nervously chew on it as she leans forward to slip the shot glass from out of your hand and into hers.

Without any sounds, she lets the clear liquid trickle out of the bottle and into the shot glass before gently handing it back to you.

You bring the rim of the shot glass to your lips before knocking it back in one go. Straight tequila. 

“Oh, god, that’s tequila.” You state in a strained voice and with a noticeable grimace as the liquid burns the back of your throat.

Natasha chuckles at the sight of your grimace before smiling softly as you clear your throat. “You okay there, detka?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You reply before sighing and reaching up to give your temple a quick but firm rub. “You know smoking is bad for your lungs, right? And besides, what are you out here drinking tequila straight for?”

With her fingers curled around the neck of the tequila bottle, she brings the rim of the bottle up to her lips intending to tip it back to take another swig.

But she doesn’t. 

“You only get one chance in life, detka,” she replies nonchalantly, ignoring your second question, before finally taking a swig of the alcohol. “I’ve learnt that the hard way.”

Given what she was forced to witness and trained into doing while growing up, it made some sense for her to be wishing away her life like this.

That amount of trauma is often immovable and can only be numbed by the effects of drugs and alcohol.

The Red Room raised those girls into being their bloodthirsty puppets, the ones who were forced to believe that they had no place in the world and yet here Natasha is, with her foot in the world, throwing it all away just to numb her feelings.

You never really know what you’ve got until it's too late.

The thought of going through what she had growing up made your skin crawl.

“How long have you been smoking for?” You ask cautiously as you stare at the redhead who lets out a long sigh.

From that sigh alone, you can tell it wasn’t a habit that she had recently picked up. 

“Listen, I didn’t come out to get interrogated about my unhealthy habits, so just drop it, alright?” She defends herself before she extends the neck of the bottle back over to you.

You decline with a shake of your head.

One shot of tequila is enough. You can’t stomach anymore tonight.

“How long have you been smoking, Nat?”

She lets out a defeated sigh. “Not sure. Since I was, like, 14 or 15.”

You would say that you’re surprised to hear that she’s been smoking so young but by the looks of it, smoking has become an unhealthy coping mechanism for the shit life she’s got.

You just wish it wasn’t her that was suffering like this.

“A cigarette is the least of my worries.” She replies with a shrug before closing her eyes to relive the memory.

“They drugged me with all kinds of things in the Red Room so I added to it by stealing a cigarette from a packet in a guard’s pocket. I can still remember getting in trouble now.”

Silence comes from her end as her gaze flickers down to the squashed cigarette on the floor before glancing back up at you, who peacefully analyses her.

She can’t stop.

“And it’s turned into a habit that you now can’t break.”

“Yeah, I guess you could put it that way.” 

“Does smoking and drinking like this at least make you feel better?” You ask curiously but cautiously.

When it comes to Natasha, you have to choose your words carefully.

Natasha doesn’t let her guard down around anyone yet here she was, in a dingy alleyway, letting you see the regret and pain shining in her eyes.

No, it doesn’t.

Your heart aches for her; all the cigarettes and alcohol that she’s taken over the years (outside and inside of you knowing her) haven’t numbed the pain in the way she hoped it would.

It just put her at ease for a certain amount of time.

“Oh, Tasha.” 

She doesn’t say anything else but instead, her gaze flickers away from your eyes (which she always finds herself lost in) and down to your soft-shaped lips.

So kissable. 

She could practically taste the bitterness and sweetness of the alcohol on the tip of her tongue.

At that moment, she knew that she wanted, no, needed to kiss you more than ever. 

Without any hesitation, she takes a step toward you so she can place her hands on your hips (despite still holding onto the bottle) so she can gently tug your back away from the masonry.

Her blurry gaze rests on your lips, memorising the shape and softness of them before she dips her head down slightly.

Her lips were inches away from yours. 

“Nat-”

“-Shut up and let me kiss you.” She growled before pulling you in closer so that her hot breath was fanning against your lips. 

The moment her lips crash against yours, your hands instinctively reach up to comb through her soft red locks.

She tastes like 5 different alcohols and nicotine all in one go; normally you’re not into that but, right now, you crave her. 

You didn’t want her to break the kiss any time soon but she did and instead of moving away from you, she rested her forehead against hers.

The both of you were panting softly.

“Are you addicted to them?” You whisper as your hands drop from her hair and down to cup her rosy cheeks. “The way they make you feel numb or how they make you act?”

Her forehead drops against yours as her head hangs low and the warmth her body was radiating disappears as she takes a step back from you.

A small nod confirms everything you need to know.

She’s addicted.

She stares at you as she extends her arm out so that she can carelessly throw the empty bottle of tequila as far away from her as possible.

Your grip on your shot glass loosens so the shattering noise rippling through the alleyway increases just like the pile of glass shards.

“I–I don’t know how to stop.” 

The alcohol in her system has weakened the walls she put up for her protection to the point where they were trembling.

“You’ll be okay. Everything will be okay.”

You take a short step toward her to go back to gently cupping her cheeks in your soft hands.

She leans into your touch as a thick singular tear rolls down her cheek. 

Here she was, standing in front of you, looking vulnerable and broken. And boy, did the people of her past break her.

“I want to stop. I do but I can’t.” She admits in a soft tone as if she is worried about other people hearing her. “I’ve tried so many times.”

The glass shards crunch under your footing as you drop your touch on her cheeks to wrap your arms around her torso.

She instantly wraps her arms around you in return. 

“I promise you, I am going to help you out of this.” You whisper your promise as she buries her head into the crook of your neck.

You’re wearing the perfume that drives her crazy.

It felt as if your promise was empty but the determination flooding through your system tells you that you will not let it be empty.

You are going to help her through this, like it or not.

“Let’s go get some water so we can sober up, yeah?” You whisper as she pulls away to give you a nod of agreement. “You’re stuck with me, now, Nat.”

“There’s no one I would rather be stuck with, detka.” She whispers back as she slips her hand in between yours to squeeze it before following as you both sluggishly walk out of the alleyway.

The alleyway that you stood in, kissed in and where she bit the bullet and admitted defeat. 

The streets remain silent as the two of you stumble down them, hand in hand.

The bitter air no longer bothered you or the exposed skin that you were showing, not when you were wrapped underneath Natasha’s arm. 

“Thank you,” She says, after silence, as you two stumble onto the corner of the street to call a taxi. Thankfully there was one in the distance. “For not judging me and sticking by me. Even in my darkest times.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Natasha.” You reply as a taxi pulls up in front of you. You both climb in and mutter your destination to the driver before you turn back to look at her. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, because I’d do anything for the people that I love. And it’s safe to say that I’m in love with you.”

She smiles softly at your, slightly drunken, confession before bringing your hand up to her lips so she can press a soft kiss on the inside of your wrist and then against your palm. 

“I love you too, detka,” she whispers as she moves her head to catch your lips in for a sweet but short-lived kiss. “More than anything in this world. I love you.”

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Chapter 8

Previous chapter here

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for this chapter- mention of smut, mention of 18+ themes. Cussing, bathing together, mention of war, description of scarring, child abuse, sandors past, Joffrey being a little bitch, merryn trant.

Sandor stands next to joffrey in between him and cersi as a messenger has arrived. 

“Your g-grace.” the man said out of breath hurrying into the great hall as he ran most of the way. 

“Speak man!” jeoffry barks already annoyed. 

“HIs late grace, the king's brother stannis barathion is planning to invade king's landing…and t-take the throne for himself as it is his birthright.” he says panting but talking as fast he can for the annoyed new child king. 

“Where did you hear this?” cersi speaks. The man approaches cautiously, side -eyed sandor afraid of him. He hands her a piece of paper while bowing. She takes it from his hands. He backs up from the royals and waits as she reads the letter. 

“Fuck..” she says under her breath. 

“Mother?” Joffrey asks, looking up at her as she now stands. 

“Ser merryn gathers as many men as you can to begin fortifying the walls. Tell the iron mages and blacksmiths to begin preparation for incoming weapons.” she says handing the letter to her handmaiden before ser merryn bows and begins to walk off. 

“Go with him dog.” jeoffry speaks  looking up at the hound as he grumbles and then follows ser merryn reluctantly. He'd much rather have his dick buried inside of you right now back in your shared chambers. Your soft body on his as your whimpers and moans echo off the stone walls of the room as you whine out his name telling him how good he feels, but no.

Hes following merryn fucking trant out to the kings gaurd and outside the castle walls to inform all of the soon to be burning kingdom. 

“Don't be so silent now clegane. I know you're just jumping under that hard exterior.'' Merryn says. 

“Shut the fuck up. Do you want me to beat you into the mud again? " Sandor speaks immediately, shutting the other knight up. Passing through the halls you and Sansa walk down a guard and two other ladies are waiting following behind you both. Your arms are linked and you both laugh.

You wear a light gray dress, with an off the shoulder bodice that's lined with fur, the golden and jeweled accents scattering the bodice no doubt a choice from the queen. Your skirt is held in place yet is flowy. Sansa wears something similar but in a light blue. 

Sansa gives your arm a light squeeze signaling for you to look ahead and you are seeing sandor with ser merryn. You both meet at the hall as ser merryn and sandor both stop giving a quick bow before speaking. 

“Princess, my lady.” ser merryn says. 

“Where are you both off too you're never assigned together?” you speak. 

“None of your concern my lady.” Merryn speaks you raise your eyebrows at his sudden rudeness

“Well..then I hope my beloved husband will enlighten me?”you say turning your head to sandor fixing your eyes on his. 

“No. he will not.” Sandor speaks coldly before looking up at the other guard behind you both. 

“You. Go with trant to the amory.” he gruffly speaks. The knight nod and bows to you before ser merryn and him walk onward to the journey they were set on. 

“Sandor?” you ask. 

“Stannis Baratheon is going to invade kings landing and take the throne in 3 days.” he speaks once ser merryn is gone from ear shot. 

“What?” Sansa speaks. Before letting go of you. 

“Excuse me.” she hurries off her maid following her and you and sandor and your hand maiden are left in the halls.

“Are you certain?” you ask. 

“Yes. one of varys messengers sent the note.” he says 

“I'll arrange for you and I to take a ship to Volantis then.” you say. 

“Don't bother, I won't be on it with you.” he says, looking down at you. 

“W-what? Why not?” you ask, stepping closer to him. 

“I'm staying here, I have to fight on the king's orders,” he says. You scoff a sarcastic smile forming on your face. 

“And since when have you carried what the boy king has to order?” you roll your eyes and cross your arms at his stupid notion. 

“Since he married you to me.” he speaks plainly now, finding his notion no longer stupid as you drop your arms to your sides. You slightly bite your lip, a sheen of blush flowing to your cheeks as your eyes revert down quickly before looking back up at him. 

“O-oh..” you stutter out. 

“I'll have more guards posted outside your doors.” he says before moving around you and heading off down the hall to assign guards to be posted. You stand there watching as he walks away before he disappears past the corner. 

“If it's not too much to mention my lady, but, I think the lord clegane may love you.” your maiden says. A small smile forms on your lips. 

“I think you're right.” you say smiling at her before you both turn to continue your walk down the hall. 

—---

You didn't see Sandor for the rest of the day after he informed you. He was outside the wall and in the knightstand training area. Watched out to the court yard as more troops of knights marched in but sandor was nowhere to be seen. You missed him. 

You missed him until the night fell and you were in your room. He wasn't lying about having more guards posted outside the room, instead of the usual two three were now eight. Two on either side of the door and two across from your door posted on either side. Your handmaids scurried past them as they entered and exited.

“Will you draw a bath please?” you ask one of them. She nodded and left along with another to collect the contents for bathing. You sighed and undid the lacing of the back of the dress you wear. The stretch of reaching behind you a much needed one as the ache of your muscles from your night with sandor last was still lingering. 

The doors open once again making you turn your head in confusion as to why your hand maidens were back so fast. But you were met happily with the sight of your husband. He sets down his sword on the side of the door against the wall. He groans annoyingly as he does. 

“I haven't seen you all day. Are you alright?” you ask, walking up. You meet him and place your hands on  his cheeks; he slightly leans into your soft touch. Your palm resting on the scarred part of his face. 

“Bunch of cunts.” he grumbles. 

“I have the maids drawing a bath ... .would you ... .would you like to join me?” you ask. Sandor goes quiet bringing his hand up to yours keeping it placed on your cheek. 

“Okay.” he simply says. Your heart jumps at his answer. 

“I'll need something from you first.” you say. 

“Mm.” he answers. 

“Can you unlace my dress?” you ask. He lets out a soft chuckle and nods. You take your hand from his face only to catch his hand in yours and lead him to the bed. 

“When you ask me to unlace your dress, little fox…” he trails off as you sit him on the bed. 

“I mean unlace my dress.” you say turning around standing in the space between his legs. You move your hair to the side as he had come up feeling the fabric on your waist making you shiver before he truly moves to the back of your dress and begins to unlace the dress.

You feel it becoming looser and looser with each segment of lacing until it's loose enough to slip off your body. You step out of it as you bend down, picking it up and laying it on the space next to him on the bed. Left in your underclothes sandors hands find your waist again, turning you around to face him. 

He pulls you closer to him leaning his head up but not too much as even as sitting he's still comfortably level with you. His lips catch yours in a kiss feeling the softness he was deprived of all day. You moan into his mouth as his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips and your arms around his neck. The kiss is only broken when the doors open once again your hand maids arrive with bathing materials and begin to fill the tub in the corner but not before apologizing for intruding on the two of you. 

You admire the features of your husband, his scruff already growing back from shaving it thank goodness on your behalf. You sit on his lap, the hot water warming you both. His arms rest on either side of the bathtub as his eyes search you. No matter how many times he will view your body nothing will ever compare to its beauty. The moment calms him but the focus is to keep the blood rushing to his cock while your breasts are virtually centered in front of his face. His knuckle tightens the side of the tub as he closes his eyes. 

“S-sorry.” you speak, causing his eyes to open again and his grip to cease. He looks up at you in confusion. Your hands are now resting on his collar bones. 

“It's not that..” he says realizing you pulled away thinking he closed his eyes due to you touching his scars. He takes your hand bringing it back to his face somehow finding a sort of comfort in you tracing his marks. 

“Does it still hurt?” You ask him as you move his hair out of his face, your fingers brushing against his scar. 

“No.” He says 

“Good…what happened?” You ask

“I’m sure some servant has told you the gruesome story.” He says slowly.

“Yes…but..I’m asking you. What happend?” You ask again.

“Like you’ve heard little fox, I was pressed into the fire like a nice juicy mutton chop by my brother.” He says gesturing to his scar. 

“Why.” You ask. 

“Though I stole one of his toys, I didn't steal it, I was just borrowing it…playing with it. I was 6 or so.” He says you tilt your head slightly brushing your thumb over his cheek. 

“The pain was bad, the smell was worse…but…” he sighs before continuing. 

“The worst thing was that it was my brother who did it. My older brother. My father who protected him..told everyone my bedding caught fire. And my mother…wouldn’t even look at me said i was too ugly to love.” He says eyes averting from yours. It's quiet, the only noise is the crackling of the fire and the light swishing of the water. 

“I can look at you...” You say moving closer to him. His eyes make contact with yours like before. 

“...And I love you, Sandor.” You say he lets out a relieved sort of sigh before pulling you to him placing a much need kiss on your forehead.

chapter 9 here

Tag list- @stephyshadows @germansarechill

[ayanominitrash]

Act Cool, Senpai! (Geto Suguru x reader)

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Geto-san falls for his dearest kouhai. Is this the end?

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Sixth Entry. 5th Entry here. Masterlist. AO3

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The days seem to melt together. The dark clouds looming above certainly didn't help.

But you're glad you're on your way back to Jujutsu High's Tokyo Branch. It's been an awful 2 weeks for you, and you can't wait to curl up in your bed in the dorms. Before that though, you have to power through the commute to get there. Your shoulders slump, weighed down by the longing for your bed.

This toddler was a few rows before you, watching you stare out the window. When the feeling of being watched is too much to bear, you turn your head and offer them a small smile.

The kid started crying.

Good grief, you thought.

It was as if the universe was mocking you today. It's like the cosmos is conspiring to make you feel worse than you already are. First, you upset a child, then had to deal with the unpleasant B.O. from your seatmate, and now a drizzle is adding to your gloom.

With a sigh, you lean your head against the window, ignoring how it vibrates from the train's movement.

After the train and a cab ride later, you're entering Jujutsu High's Tokyo Branch, careful not to slip from the wet pavement. With each step, you avoid the deep puddles, though your effort is in vain since you're soaked all the way through, not having brought an umbrella. You ignore the way your damp clothes cling to you in an icky way, trudging onwards with determination to get to the dorms.

And just as the cosmos may have wished it, your day just got a lot worse.

"What on earth are you doing?"

You freeze, then turn your head to be bombarded with an atrocious bundle of white hair and sunglasses, all under a transparent umbrella.

After giving him a curt bow, you continue walking deeper into the campus.

"Where'd ya been? Haven't seen you around here lately."

"It's nice to see you too, Gojo-san." You hear the soles of his shoes hit the ground as he continues to walk behind you.

"Mhmm. Well, I am easy on the eyes, yeah. I don't know if I can say the same for you."

You pick up your pace, hoping for the conversation to end. The only thing you want right now is your bed, and now, a warm bath. You hope not to run into anyone and witness your predicament as a result of the weather. Your attempts were futile when your senpai quickly caught up to you with a few long strides, offering a share of the umbrella over your head.

You look up at the clear umbrella, then flit your eyes at his, "There's no point in that now, is it?"

Gojo-san only shrugs but keeps the part of the umbrella over your head anyway. "Where have ya been? Here I thought you've been eaten by a curse, or took my advice or something."

You lift your nose high up in the air, walking faster, "I've been doing the opposite, but it's none of your business, senpai."

"You're mad? Why are you mad at me? I was actually looking out for you, you know? How ungrateful."

Coming to an abrupt stop, you show him a scowl that'll ache 'till tomorrow, "No, I'm not at all, Gojo-san. What makes you say that?"

"That's an ugly stare you're sporting, kid. You say that but your looks say otherwise."

With a sigh, you pull something out from your shoulder bag, ignoring the rain droplets pouring in when you open it, "I even got this for you, because I know how much you like sweets."

To his surprise, Gojo-san couldn't help but lower the umbrella despite the rain. With his free hand, he accepted the pack of candies you offered. "You sure this for me? You might have confused me for another Senpai."

Your face immediately went red at the implication and embarrassment.

Was I that obvious?

"Oh, yeah? You might be right, should I take it back from you?" You grab hold of one end of the candy pack and pull once, but Gojo yanks it free from your grip immediately. He tucks them under his arm while putting the umbrella back up over both your heads.

"No, no, I think you're all right after all. Besides, don't you think your other senpai might be offended that you'll give him second-hand candies?"

You put air in your left cheek and gave him a sideways glance before walking again.

"What's with the change of heart?"

Another sigh, "Respectfully, senpai, I just want to go back to my room now."

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, making you think that he finally took the hint to leave you alone. But then he said something that made you think that a nerve popped in your brain.

"Wait, did you give me these as a love confession? Were you crushing on me this whole time?"

Dropping all your manners, you decided that you don't care if you're a disrespectful kouhai, "For the love of - there's no way! If you're so confused to receive those from me, then I'll just take it back!"

"Ah - then if it's not that reason, then maybe you're just being nice because I'm your Geto-san's friend, right?" Gojo-san raises the candy pack above his head, making it impossible for you to reach it given how great your height difference was. Also, curse his long damn arms!

"Why are you being so difficult?!"

"I don't know, why are you?"

"I don't even know how Geto-san puts up with you!"

"I don't even know why he puts up with you!"

You stop flailing your arms to glare at him, "What does that mean?"

He shrugs and pulls the umbrella closer to himself, seeming like he's no longer interested in sharing it with you. "Nothing. I just don't get why he's in such a mood lately. It seems like it's got something to do with you though."

You're sure that he doesn't miss the way your cheeks instantly heat up in the way he derisively licks his lips.

"So it's true, something is going on between the two of you! Haibara told me - "

"Why are you the way that you are?!"

You yelled at him and covered your red face as you began sprinting away from him, hoping that your strange senpai wouldn't follow you anymore.

And finally, the cosmos listened to you, because Gojo-san's obnoxious laugh grows smaller as you take your distance from him.

But then, quickly, the universe fooled you as you ran into the last person who you wanted to see you this way; completely drenched in rainwater, and red in the face with your wet hair sticking all over your visage.

"G-Geto-san!"

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Geto's heart was beating crazing fast, to the point he swore it could power a whole race car.

How long has it been again, since he last saw your face? Those eyes, and that cute blush you always wear whenever you're around him.

Geto-san's happy to see you, no matter how much of a mess you look right now. And he's sure he looks just as much of a mess too, with his hair down to his shoulders and his creased sweater.

"G-Geto-san!" You yelp, almost slipping on the pavement as you skid to a stop in front of him, now in the shelter of the entrance of the dorms.

Your senpai instinctively reached out, his strong hands wrapping around your arms to steady you. As you regained your balance, you thanked him and gently pulled away.

You can feel his warmth burn through your sleeves where he held you.

Geto-san stares at you for a moment, almost looking as if he saw a ghost before finally uttering your name, "Why are you running in the rain like that?"

You bent at your waist with a quick bow, "I-I just got home from my trip from K-Kyoto. Silly me didn't bring an umbrella. Haha."

"What were you thinking? You need to shower before you catch a cold."

Before he knew it, it was like his hands were on auto-pilot again. They gingerly help themselves on your shoulders as he ushers you deeper into the dorms. You stiffen in his grasp.

"Ah yeah, I'll go do that!" Flustered, you duck out from his grasp and face him with a nervous smile. "Y-yeah, I-I'll go do that, thank you, G-Geto-san."

Geto-san fights the urge to hold you again, longing for your touch since he's been so deprived of it for a long time. He hides his hands behind his back.

"R-right. Forgive me, if I was a bit pushy there."

"Not at all! T-thank you for y-your concern!"

The both of you stare at each other for a while.

He scratches his cheek, "I've tried calling once - "

"- I have to go!"

"Oh? Of course."

Another beat of silence. This time, your senpai watches you with a subtle pained expression as you begin twiddling your thumbs together.

"Right, I guess. . .I should go now?" He finally says.

"Right - wait, I'll a-also go. Now. Okay, bye senpai!". With that, he watches your retreating figure in confusion.

Did he read it all wrong? Was there something that he did?

Geto stands there for a moment, his thoughts plaguing him, making him want to drown in them.

He thought there was something between you two, ever since the exchange back in the Yokohama arena. Have you changed your mind?

Suddenly, he feels a hand on his right shoulder.

"Are you in a better mood now that you've seen her?"

Geto shrugs Satoru's hand off, "Not right now, Satoru."

"Oh, lover's quarrel then! Have some candy to make you feel better."

He flits his eyes to the bag, "Not right now. And where did you even get that?"

Satoru said the candies were a gift from you.

Suddenly, a thought came across Suguru's mind, one that completely shattered his heart.

That must be it. It kind of makes sense, the tension between you and his classmate.

He hangs his head low, exiting the dorms, paying no mind to Satoru's rambling.

The universe must be really conspiring against him today.

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Shoko smiles from reading something off her phone, "Guess who's finally back. Would you juniors want to throw a welcoming party later?" Haibara clasps his hands together, "Sorry, Ieiri-san! I have to study for the upcoming theoretical exams!" "I don't want to go," Nanami simply says, not even looking at them as he erases the writing off the chalkboard. "You guys have no sense of spirit."

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open road promises

── based on love in the little things, but can be read on its own.

seungcheol x reader, established relationship, fluff, 578 words

the day had been a whirlwind — of emotions, of activities and homecooked meals, of inquisitive questioning. though you had met seungcheol's parents and brother before, today was your first time meeting his extended family. the moment you entered their living room, you felt like the epicenter of an adoring hurricane. right after greeting his mom with a hug, two of his aunts were already pulling you to the side with excitement. it wasn't long before laughter filled the air, as each cousin eagerly shared with you some anecdotes from when they were growing up with your boyfriend. the whole time they were exchanging stories, they were also showering you with attention; they asked about your life, your family, your dreams, and of course, your plans with seungcheol.

amidst the chaos of questions and well-meaning advice, you stole knowing glances at your boyfriend, your eyes speaking of shared amusement and exhaustion. his family's love for him was undeniable and it translated into an overwhelming desire to ensure his happiness with you.

"so," one of his aunts chimed in, "when do we get to see the wedding?"

you could feel your face heat up at the sudden question, quickly hiding it with a chuckle. "don't worry, we'll let everyone know when we're ready." you said.

another aunt of his leaned closer to you and whispered, "don't wait too long, dear." there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "our seungcheol can be quite impatient."

despite the feeling of being examined under the microscope and the inevitable awkwardness—that seungcheol was always quick to rescue you from—you couldn't help but appreciate their love for each other. they're a big family, but from the teasing to the laughter, warmth radiated from everyone in the room. a true attestation of the genuine care and endearment they have for one another, and now by extension, to you.

by the time you left, drained yet touched by the whole experience, the car ride home felt like a quiet oasis. it was only the hum of the car's engine blended with the soft tune of whatever's playing on the radio that filled the air; a soothing backdrop to the exhaustion both of you felt. when you looked out the window, the world was bathed in the gentle glow of twilight, a stark contrast to the affection onslaught that ensued earlier.

you felt seungcheol reach out to hold your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. he turned his head slightly to glance at you, his eyes still fixed on the road, that familiar spark of affection shimmered within them. you already knew there was something he wanted to say.

"what is it?" you asked.

"i'm really gonna marry you someday, you know?" he said, his voice was soft like a lullaby but it was firm as if he had already made up his mind.

your heartbeat sped up, the weight of his words settling into your soul. sure, you had talked about marriage on countless occasions, but that doesn't mean the mere mention of it makes you any less giddy. despite your fatigue, a smile tugged at your lips, "is that a threat?" you teased.

his own smile, the one that could melt all of your worries away, graced his face. in that moment, the weariness of the day dissolved into the shared warmth of your dreams and your future, driving onward together into the quiet, comforting embrace of the night.

"it's a promise," he said.

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[daydream-cement]

omg are your requests indeed open??? if so, can i request a wing kink lucifer x fem!reader fic :) i am aware it's been done a couple of times now but. i am garbage and i want more ahahah the details are up to you, i just wanna see submissive lucifer *returns to my the garbage can*

Bathing Together (NSFW)

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Author's Note: I love me some of The Wing Thing™. Thank you to THE Lucifer writer (@alexusonfire) for beta-ing this fic. ilysm.

Every move you made had the deliberate purpose of driving the Morningstar insane. 

You sat positioned behind them in a grand bathtub. They were seated between your legs submerged to the sternum in the steaming water, their head thrown back in ecstasy as you ran a damp sponge across the ridges of their wings. You could tell they were still holding back as Lucifer only offered you affirming hums, their eyes remaining shut and mouth closed. 

It had been your idea to bathe together. You had discovered their secret love of having their wings stroked and caressed, and since then, you were desperate to find the lengths you could go in bringing them pleasure. 

Their shoulders shook as little jolts of electricity traveled through their body. With a determined gaze, you dip the sponge back in the water once more before lifting it back to their wings. When the heated sponge returned to the ridge of their wing, the Morningstar released a gasp, their whole body tensing and then vibrating in response.  

Taking a risk, you venture downwards, taking the warm sponge across the membrane of their wing. You were ever so gentle in your actions, treating the wing anatomy with utmost care as it gave way lightly under the pressure of your cleaning. 

After a few swipes of the sponge, you dip it back in the water and raise it to their wings to repeat the same steps as before. The Morningstar instinctually reclined back against you causing you to lean back against the stonewall of the bathtub. The pleasure they drew from your gentle caressing of this portion of their wings was more relaxing, the kind of sensation that could lull them to sleep. 

You allow them to enjoy the relaxation for a few minutes, switching to their other wing when the first felt sufficiently cared for. You weren’t looking for them to sleep, however. You wanted them to be shaking and writhing with pleasure. 

Dropping the sponge away from their wings entirely, you release the sponge into the water and bring your hands down beneath the surface, winding them around the Morningstar’s middle. You closed the final space between you and Lucifer, your chest pressing against their back, and your lips hovering over the crux of their wings. 

Your breath skimming over their wings resulted in the angel sitting up straighter, their wings flexing in anticipation. With hands roaming to Lucifer’s breasts, you finally place your lips upon their wings, pressing a kiss to the joint of both wings. The breathy moan that escaped their lips generated a throbbing between your legs.

“Oh, little angel...” Lucifer couldn’t contain themselves, their voice shaking as they spoke. 

This reaction spurned you onwards, your tongue darting from your lips to drag a long lick across the space you had kissed. The next moan from the Morningstar came out strangled, their tall form doubling over involuntarily as their wings stretched out horizontally as far as they could go. 

You were sure Lucifer folding over was their attempt to avoid your mouth, not wanting to show the vulnerability that came from touching their wings. 

“No, no, no, my love...” You scold, fingers finding their nipples to pinch and twist, resulting in their spine straightening back towards you. They hissed in response, not appreciating the way you so easily controlled and manipulated their body. 

There you found the sweet spot, the gentle kissing and licking of any available portion of their wings while your hands kept busy with teasing their nipples. The Morningstar began to rock back and forth, shoulder and bicep muscles contracting and relaxing, causing their whole body to shake as their mind struggled to pick a sensation to focus on. 

“P-please, lamb… Don’t- Don’t stop…” Lucifer’s voice quivered as they begged for more which caused you to bite your bottom lip to suppress a moan. Their sounds of pleasure were intoxicating for you as they were unlike anything you had ever heard before.

In turn, you then chose to tentatively scrape your teeth against the hardened ridge of their wing, leaving the Morningstar a complete puddle in your arms. The angel cried out, a noise that made you wonder if it was a sob. 

You repeated the action, pressing your tongue to each of the spots where you scraped your teeth. Lucifer began to unravel, repeating the word ‘more’ over and over again until it became an unintelligible mumble as the words ran together. And while you couldn’t see the look on the Morningstar’s face, you would have been pleased to see the angel nearly in tears as the sensation of your mouth was almost too much for the immortal to handle.

The steady rocking of Lucifer’s hips drew your mind to something even more pleasurable for the Morningstar. Your left hand released their breast and you pushed the now free hand between their legs, fingers finding their clit with ease. The kneading of Lucifer’s breast and teasing of their clit became secondary to your mouth’s ministrations against their wings.

The warm water began lapping at the edges of the tub when Lucifer’s thrashing grew more unhinged. Their hands reached back, clawing for your thighs, grasping them tightly as they bucked their hips against your hand. 

It felt as if your bodies were melding into one. Their pleasure was your pleasure. 

You were struggling to get leverage over the angel, their size much greater than your own. Relinquishing their breast, you draw your hand back, shifting it up the Morningstar’s back and up around their neck, squeezing as you spoke, “Tell me what you want, my little devil.” 

“Make me come, lamb… Make me come.”  

You do as you are told, pressing more firmly against their clit as you circle the nub. With your hands busy, you refocus your attention on their divine wings. 

You place long languid licks to the upper ridges of their wings causing your sweet Morningstar to thrash and moan in your arms. Their cries grew louder bordering on that of a scream. You were sure many of the demons outside their chamber walls could hear their master’s cries of pleasure.

The rough texture of Lucifer’s wings was delicious against your tongue, a sensation you were sure you wanted to experience again in the near future. You slid your tongue over their wings again and again, until much of the parts of their wings closest to you are shining with your saliva. 

“Oh, lamb… I’m- I am about to-“ Lucifer’s words came out strangled, every fiber of their being attempting to restrain themselves from coming so soon. 

There was no stopping the tidal wave about to crash over the Morningstar. 

They fully unraveled before you when you opened your jaw wide, taking a portion of their wing in your mouth to gently bite down. 

Lucifer’s head was thrown back, a guttural moan escaping as their nails dug into your thighs. You braced yourself against the angel, fingers gripping their throat even tighter and your left hand fingers pausing their work against their clit. Their wings spread outwards and gave a great jolt causing the water to churn wildly, spilling over the edges of the tub.

With the shuddering and shaking beginning to subside, Lucifer’s wings drew to a close and they turned over so they may gradually slip deeper into your embrace. Even while you had been romantically involved for years, this level of vulnerability with Lucifer was still incredibly meaningful to you. 

Their hair had become mussed and disheveled, the frantic actions of your lovemaking and the humidity creating the amusing display. 

Their head rested on your chest and you allowed yourself to draw them near, one hand coming to rest on the back of their head while the other traveled down their back, fingers dancing dangerously close to their wings once more. Their breath was still ragged. They had never experienced this level of pleasure with someone other than you.

Lucifer let out a long sigh, their hands danced up your sides so they could rest at your collarbone, “No one pleases me as you do, starlight.”

Their chest pressed against yours and your legs intertwined, generating a deeper embrace between you and the Morningstar. The slickness generated from the water created the most beautiful sensation between your bodies; enjoying time in the bath with your angel was certainly an activity to repeat again sometime.

“I am always honored you give me such control, my sweet sin…” You take a hand to their hair, combing down the flyways that marred the being’s typically flawless curls.

Lucifer only gave a pleased hum, their hand lifting from your body to gesture quickly causing a few inches of water to drain. This left you chilled, only momentarily, before the water turned back on, filling the tub with steaming water once more. It was obvious the Morningstar had no intention of exiting the bath in the near future. 

As Lucifer dozed on your chest, your half lidded eyes remained trained on the black, flexing wings that hovered just above the water’s surface. Only if Lucifer knew the additional plans you had for them once you retired to the Morningstar’s bedchambers.

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Resurface 35 - Reappraise

Story to date in order (Tumblr / AO3)

Previous chapter

ART!VIRGIL KLAXON

Perhaps if you hadn’t read them before these two chapters (here and here) may make more sense of what Virgil has been drawing.

And if you missed the wee!Earth&Sky flying machine adventure, that is contained in this one and this one.

But now, onwards! Virgy-boy still has some demons to exorcise and needs Scooter to help him. Points to whoever spots the cameo from an old friend 😈

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The view from Virgil’s balcony was very similar, but subtly different. They weren’t adjacent - both John’s often-empty and Dad’s always-empty room lay between - and the shift of a few metres to the left meant the light reflected off different facets of the damp rocks of Mateo and the shadows changed shape. The sea met the shore at a marginally different angle, the light refracting through the shallows and hitting the greener end of blue. Two of the trees visible from Scott’s were hidden by the curve of Roundhouse Peak.

Scott hadn’t noticed any of this before Virgil pointed it out. What he did know was that on his own the breeze was stronger and there was fractionally more sky. On a hot day he’d always advocate for the cooler, more exposed position. Where he could see as far as possible. Where he could breathe.

But on a cooler evening, there was something comforting about how the sun’s residual heat radiated from the stone and bathed Virgil’s preferred haven in a warm glow.

Virgil had added to the warmth that evening by opening a bottle of Scott’s favourite scotch which he’d clearly stashed away at some point. Had it been one of the others who produced such a thing, Scott would be waiting for ‘The Favour’ or ‘The Difficult Question’. In Gordon’s case, quite frequently ‘The Confession’.

Virgil, however, often just did it to be nice. And Virgil knew that, unlike Dad and himself, Scott preferred his liquor without rocks. He took another sip and rested his head back with a contented sigh, allowing the liquid to rest on his tongue.

“Scott?”

“Mmmmhmm?” The heat spread through his sinuses as he breathed over it.

“Can I ask you a favour?”

Oh!

The whiskey hit the back of Scott’s throat and his eyeballs burned. Virgil seemed hesitant which mean this was going to be important! He coughed and croaked out a hurried confirmation:

“Always.”

Virgil, staring out to sea, appeared not to notice his brother’s nasal passages vaporising which, again, indicated something was Up. Scott scrubbed at his eyes with a sleeve and with an iron will, forced himself to get a grip of his respiratory system. He was about to say something else encouraging when Virgil suddenly spun to face him and in a voice of utmost seriousness stated:

“It’s a weird one.”

Scott raised an amused eyebrow.

“I can do weird.”

“Would you wear it again?”

The other eyebrow joined it with vigour.

“Wear what? If you’re asking about Halloween and that cursed Superman costume, Alan beat you to it and it’s a hard no. I might be persuaded to consider Batman but only if you’re Robin.”

Virgil snorted and swirled the ice in his glass. The not ungenerous measure he’d poured himself having already disappeared.

“As you very well know I don’t do tights. Not after the Christmas debacle.”

“I think you made a lovely elf.”

“You’re deranged.”

“Yeah but you love me.”

Virgil threw an ice cube at his head before conceding: “I do. Yes.”

He then frowned.

“Scooter, are you CRYING?”

“Nope. No no I’m just… enjoying this with ALL my senses.” He raised the glass and winked.

Virgil narrowed his eyes as if invisibly scanning his brother, then with a quirk of an eyebrow seemed to conclude there was no sudden emotional devastation and released him from scrutiny. He looked back out towards Mateo and tracked the petrels swooping to and from their rocky nests.

Scott followed his line of sight and started a little. There was a small cave at the base of Mateo which was invisible from Scott’s balcony. How had he never seen that before? He was about to point it out when he realised he’d distracted Virgil from his question.

“If you didn’t mean Halloween… what are you asking?”

“Your uniform. The, uh, air force one.”

“Hell no. I’m planning to burn it. That’s not part of my life anymore.”

“That doesn’t sound very environmentally friendly…”

“Alright bury it then. Shred it and bury it. No… shred it, dissolve it in acid then bury it.”

Virgil blinked. “Have you been watching murder mystery reruns again?”

“They’re relaxing.”

“Riiiiiiight.” Despite the feigned disbelief, Scott knew that Virgil had been the one to add three hundred and thirty-six hours worth of ‘A Century of Detective Classics’ to the family server and he knew Virgil knew that he knew that he’d done it as a cunning way to tempt Scott into some downtime. Devious little brothers… who… needed reassuring, immediately.

“It hurt you so it’s got to die. Don’t worry. I don’t even want to touch it again. If Grandma hadn’t spirited it away somewhere to clean it would be gone already.”

“Oh.” Perhaps imbibing scotch straight into his brain had slowed him down, but Virgil didn’t seem as reassured as Scott had intended.

“Don’t you need it for Ash’s dinner? You should go to that, it’s important.”

“I’ll work something out.”

“Oh, ok.” Virgil went quiet again and Scott realised he’d given the wrong answer somehow but wasn’t quite sure how to change it.

“What’s on your mind, Virgil?”

He sighed and cracked his knuckles one by one, making Scott cringe.

“Would you… um, would you wear it once more if… I… for me to… uh…”

“For you?! But… I don’t understand! It made you so unwell? I thought you hated it?”

“I did. I do. But… I don’t want to carry that fear anymore, I can’t be scared of CLOTHES. It’s… I just can’t. It’s ridiculous. And, well… and I was thinking perhaps if I was prepared… if it wasn’t a surprise… it might… I might not react quite so badly? My last memory of it wouldn’t be… uh… so heavy? And maybe I could finish my book.”

“Your book?” Now Scott was really bewildered.

Virgil put down his glass and disappeared into his suite, returning swiftly with one of the large black ring-bound pads of thick art paper the like of which Scott had seen many times. This one was more battered than most and his little brother clutched it to his chest for a moment then cleared his throat awkwardly as he sat down.

“I found it when I was hunting for a sketch I wanted to work up for the exhibition next month. Some of them aren’t… very nice. I was going to just throw it away but Gordon thinks I should complete it… finish the story.”

“Gordon’s seen it?” Scott wasn’t actually jealous, he was relieved to discover - the little snakelike green monster’s appearance seemed to have been limited to the ‘other’ version of himself. But he found himself kind of intrigued that their fish brother was apparently giving art advice these days.

Virgil rolled his eyes and growled quietly. “You know what he’s like… I foolishly tried to hide it when he burst into the room and of course he noticed and he wouldn’t let up until I showed him.”

“May I see?”

Virgil chewed his lip and nodded. Scott shuffled his lounger closer such that they were shoulder to shoulder and felt his jaw drop as Virgil opened to the first page and he saw a vivid recreation in pastel of his toddler self proudly holding a tiny baby Virgil, Mom and Dad hovering in the background. The baby’s fingers were wrapped tightly around his thumb and Virgil had sketched several enlarged views of their chubby hands in pencil along the bottom.

He turned the pages slowly and Scott saw several scenes he definitely recognised from childhood photographs and some he thought must have come from Virgil’s memory. They paddled in a watercolour sea together, rode their bikes in oils, Scott dangled upside down from a charcoal tree with chalky Virgil underneath, arms stretched upwards. There was a cartoon school bus with a dimpled stickman waving from the window.

He smiled as he recognised the two of them with the flying machine on the roof, although he remembered it as much sturdier than the painting suggested. The faded but detailed cross-section taped in to the next double page disabused him of that impression. This one was covered in his own scrawly handwriting. Scott chuckled and raised a hand to the scar on his jaw.

“Oh DEAR, I’d thought it was a much better design than that!”

“Hmmmm.” Virgil rumbled “The basic concept was sound but the materials and our duct tape-biased construction methods left something to be desired and yeah… your “math” was a touch… shaky…”

Virgil smiled and turned over to another cross-section, only this time of a much more elegant design which was surrounded by small sketches of joints and diagrams showing balanced forces, each with the appropriate calculations painstakingly recorded in Virgil’s neat handwriting.

Scott gasped as he realised that this… this could work. Who was he kidding - it was Virgil’s design - of course it would work.

“You fixed it!”

“I did. I felt… bad that we never tried again and you didn’t get your moment.”

“My moment?! Virgil! I nearly killed us both!”

“You were only eleven.”

“Even so…” Scott tried very hard not to think of all the occasions since then when he hadn’t had ‘being only eleven’ as an excuse but the more he tried the more of them bubbled up in his memory like some kind of noxious gas polluting his only fresh water source. No. They were past this now… it was better. Things were changing. He was changing.

“I guess I had this idea that I could build it and if… if you ever came back…” he shook his head “it was just a silly…”

“No.” Scott interrupted, grabbing his arm and pressing his forehead into the side of Virgil’s head. “Not silly. Thoughtful. Ingenious. Seeing the potential in an idea and making it work? Very… YOU.”

Virgil gave a small smile and turned back to the book. Scott felt himself blush at page after page of sketches, all of himself - as a wide eyed child, a cocky teenager winking, a laughing adult flipping pancakes… even a few where he had apparently sprouted falcon wings, one where Virgil had them too.

Scott couldn’t imagine how many hours these must have taken to create

“When did you do all this?”

As soon as the words had left his mouth he knew it was a stupid question. Virgil shrugged and turned the page.

“When you were gone.”

Scott put his arm around Virgil’s shoulders and squeezed as he turned again, seemingly keen not to linger on any one image.

A blazing sun burned out of the page, the wall of colour marred only by a silhouette of the falcon-winged man, clearly falling, curled in on himself as the wings trailed limply behind, the dark shapes of lost feathers becoming larger and more detailed towards the top. No prizes for spotting the reference there. The real sun, heading swiftly towards the horizon seemed to lose most of its heat and a modern day Icarus-but-for-Many-Miraculous-Escapes wondered yet again how he could have been so blind.

If that one gave him a chill, the next made him shiver, the warmth from the whiskey had now entirely dissipated - a faint pencil outline Scott holding a heavily shadowed Virgil in his arms. Then… there was that same Air Force Grad photo, reproduced in a dozen different styles. The last one almost photo-realistic but crossed through in heavy red pen.

Virgil tried to skip several pages but Scott gently took his hand and turned back. He recognised the image of the crashing jet, over and over… pencil drawn, painted, scratched with a blade into a thick black layer of wax crayon. There followed a page solely of fire. Skeletal outlines of fighter jets. Storms. Crowds of agonised faces. An incredibly detailed map of Bereznik decorated with vicious-looking black insects.

The last few pages shocked Scott the most - all the pictures were drawn on scraps of paper, and then glued in. The largest was a drawing in black ballpoint pen of an almost unrecognisable bearded stranger in a hospital bed, covered in bandages and tubes. There were smaller pencil studies of bruised hands, a foot, an ear, eyebrows over sunken eye sockets, a nearly skeletal chin with a scar… his scar. Scott swallowed hard - he’d looked that bad?

One smaller image stood out as it had clearly been screwed into a ball before being flattened out to stick on to the page. Scott’s younger self winked and laughed up at him from behind the creases, one arm wrapped around a huge box of popcorn, the other hand reaching out of the page towards him. Virgil had clearly got hold of a blue ballpoint pen for this one and had skilfully used it to produce a rainbow’s worth of blue shades. The picture somehow gleamed at him and Scott felt the green serpent stir in his gut. He bit the side of his tongue and motioned for Virgil to turn over to the next.

The very last page contained only the sky in vivid shades of blue with light wisps of cloud: Virgil’s starting place.

Scott swallowed hard as he realised Gordon hadn’t been giving art advice at all.

“I put it away when dad brought you home.”

“It’s… Wow…”

“It was an outlet.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Scotty.”

“Not all of it. Some things though.”

He pulled his brother close again and planted a kiss in his hair.

“So how do you want to finish it?”

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[aster-blogging-dracula]

Reading BlueCatWriter's Dracula along with Dracula Daily

Ok so I've been meaning to read all of @bluecatwriter 's wonderful Dracula hc fics in order for a long time but I never have time to get with it so I decided to read it along with Dracula Daily this year.

If anyone else wants to do the same, here are the dates (or aproximante dates*) for each fic. (idk if someone has done this already but oh well) (BlueCat if you read this feel free to correct me if i got any date wrong)

*(Since there's 2 pre-canon fics and 2 days of may before dd, i'm setting those fics on those dates. Dates of undated fics are also adjusted to not overlap with date of other fics)

*(The order during the varna stay is a bit wacky since the book gets pretty vague for 2 weeks there but I tried to adjust it as well as possible.)

1-A picnic in may. May 1st 2-Home before you know it. May 2nd 3-I too can love. May 16th 4-Three letters. May 19th 5-The prisioner. May 28th 6-Tonight is mine. June 29th 7-Stay awake. August 14th 8-In sickness and in health. August 24th 9-Full of vague fear. August 24th 10-A golden afternoon. August 31st 11-A doctor’s confidence. September 2nd 12-I come to my friend when he call. September 2nd 13-Blood she must have. September 7th 14-After the transfusion. September 7th or 8th 15-Sleeping beauty. September 10th 16-The wolf in the window. September 17th 17-Sympathy. September 18th 18-Things will be different. September 19th 19-My only son. September 19th 20-Come, my husband. September 29th 21-These others. September 29th 22-Lucy’s second death. September 29th 23-How good and thoughtful. September 29th 24-Brandy, bath, and beadtime. September 30th or October 1st (preferably the former since the dd entry is slightly shorter that day) 25-A pale orphan. October 2nd 26-You will not call in vain. Between September 30th and October 11th?? 27-Renfield’s death. October 3rd 28-Safe for one more moment. October 3rd 29-A week in varna. Between October 15th and October 27th? 30-Waiting. Between October 17th and October 27th? 31-Hungry. Between October 17th and October 27th? 32-Judge moneybag. Between October 15th and October 27th? 33-How i miss my phonograph. October 24th 34-Mem. get recipe for mina. Between October 15th and October 27th? 35-Farewell, sweet friends. October 30th 36-Starlight on the sereth. October 31st 37-Step into the light. Between October 15th? and November 6th (if reading in one sitting wait until november 6th)

38- Love multiplying. November 7th onward

Omg guys it's may already I'm so exited for this. This year I know I will be up do date with everything even tho I'm busy with my End of Degree Project because the dracula fixation i caught last year is a part of my life now I have been planning this so long guys.

[azzumei]

2, plus 4.

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a/n: no, no just imagine. JUST LOOKOK

what if..

xiao having quadruplets which are actually his siblings reincarnations?

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genre: fluff

summary: a really cute and wholesome family

warnings: mentions of sex, giving birth, babies.

[name] indicates you, afab reader, xiao being strict ig, reader is immortal, kinda ooc xiao, SHORT BUT PLS BARE WITH ME IM NOT THAT CREATIVE AND IM NEW ::cry::

wc: over 100

the first time you met was the aftermath of a strong blizzard in the local villages.

you watched him, as he ate the snow from the blood stained ground, the sun shining upon you two.

his clothes, torn apart, wounds uncovered, scattered around his body and probably infected, his hair as messy as (your lif-) your cats litter box.

you approach him slowly, then you sat down right in front of him.

you gave him a piece of warm, fluffy bread that you had in your basket. He hesitated to take it at first but really, hunger was the main problem here. (like my mom in my lif-)

he ate it in a millisecond. (yum ig) then you offered to fix his appearance in your house that was just 2 blocks away.

he didnt cooperate at first, but when you offered a certain dish (which is almond tofu btw) that is as sweet as the dreams he, and similiar beings allegedly eat. (in your knowledge of course)

then he finally accepted.

you gave him a pair of shoes you were carrying in your bag so he can walk properly. (dora is that you)

when you both got there, you immediately gave him a bath (dw u didnt look at his penpen), fix his hair, gave him a new pair of clothes and make him satisfy his hunger (and ofcourse how could u forget the almond tofu?)

you gave him a room to sleep in, and tons of blankets.

he was comfortable, but he knew that he had to go.

when you woke up he just vanished.

you thought you probably finally made a friend, but they always just had to go.

---------------⠀♡

the second time you saw him was when he was training with his siblings, you didnt recognize him at first but you got there.

you saw that they needed a medic to assist the yakshas in the wounds that they receive in battles. good thing you practiced medicine.

you worked your way up to make him recognize you, and to atleast talk with him.

alas, you got what you wanted.

''you seem familiar, have we...met before?'' he asked.

''you have! do you remember me, alatus?''

''...''

''....?''

''i believe that i dont go by that name, atleast not anymore. so it seems that i have met you far back.''

''oh right! my name is [name]. do you now remember?'

''..i do remember you. i thank you for giving me...hospitality that day.''

''no problem, so uh, shall i continue treating you, general?''

''yes, yes you may.''

from that day onward, you both were talking everytime he went to your medic tent.

but nothing really lasts forever, yes?

you were rushing the civillians out of the blood painted space,

trying to treat the wounded as you are able.

the bloody screams haunted your ears, the blood splatters on your uniform and tainted hand in red, gave you terror.

your friend, the general alatus. being tortured by karmic debt, killing him slowly.

his siblings, all covered in blood.

you just had to.

you had to save him even if it means not seeing him

ever again.

⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡

now here you are, still haunted by that day, but doing quite well.

delivering herbs to baizhu..

doing commissions for extra money..

yeah but thats not it.

there was something wrong.

you had a goal, but you cant really make it up.

oh.

you want see him again.

you need him.

you searched for him day and night

and you finally got a clue, he apparently resided in wangshu inn.

you greeted verr goldet, then asked her if you could borrow the kitchen for a second. she allowed it, and you sprinted right onto the ingredient storage.

grabbing the ingredients for almond tofu, you started to make it.

once you were done, you didnt waste a single breath of going to the balcony.

you called his name and offered almond tofu.

and there he was, right in front of you.

''what do you need, morta-'' he froze. he looked at you up and down.

you were familiar to him, he knows that you both had a bond.

''general alatus, its me. do you remember?''

''of course i remember you, medic.''

then you started a friendship again. (wow its so fast)

strangers to friends, and now

friends to lovers.

you both were just close friends in mortals eyes.

but only if they knew what you both do in your shared bedroom.

xiao always asked during heated times or any part of the day actually, ''why would you be with me? why would you keep being here, by my side. knowing what i did, and my karmic debt-''

you always gave an answer that gave him warmth.

''because i would never even leave a wonderful being like you, i love you, xiao. so dont ever think about that.''

so uh anyway

but as xiao believed, he thought that you both should do those intimate, and close things as a married couple, to follow tradition and courtesy.

so you both wed each other.

xiao's proposal was sweet. short but meaningful.

your ring finger, now decorated with a jade band.

its been about.. 21 years since you have wed, 13 years as mere partners, 450 years since you were both just friends.

you both have spent a lifetime together, maybe longer than that i suppose.

you thought, that maybe life would be a lot more cheerful if you both had children.

you first presented the idea to xiao, he was hesitant at first but he agreed (he would do anything for you.)

so you gave it a try.

at the 3rd try, you were finally with child..ren..?

somehow, xiao sensed that there were more than just one.

they were not one, but four.

if you think xiao would be so overprotective over you even before you got pregnant, then you were wrong. he is 2x. wait no 10x even more protective than before.

when you just want to cook something for yourself, he stops you and he always said

''request the chef for some food, no need to make it yourself. its dangerous.''

''IM NOT PORCELAIN-''

*vanishes*

''...''

''YOU FUCKER-''

and when you want to go out to get some fresh air he is ALWAYS beside you.

''xiao, dear, can i just go out to the garden for a bit? its not like there are monsters around right?, plus you can clear them out in no time!''

''no. if you are willing to go out i will be beside you.''

but dw after your hours of scolding he finally accepts and just watches over you.

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when your due date arrived, you both were just gazing upon the moon on the balcony.

the starlit sky being so beautiful, children playing happily, grass and flowers waving..

it was so peaceful.

then you asked:

''love, what names shall we give our children?''

''..im not good with names, i could ask mora- i mean zhongli to give some suggestions.''

''hmmm... since there are four of them, shall we give them the names of your siblings?''

''...''

''do you think it is a bad idea?--''

''no, no. I think its...wonderful.''

you both wrapped your arms in eachother,

while you notice something was kind of...

a watery sensation?-

oh.

''xiao, i think my water just broke.''

''whAT.''

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and there he was panicking.

what if something happened to you? or what if something happened to your children?

what if-

the sounds of new born babies crying occupied his ears.

and he was relieved.

''giving birth is tough-...they tore through my fucking pus- i mean what can i expect...the perks of giving birth..''

''love, get some rest. ill look after them for you.''

2 twin girls, and 2 twin boys.

huh, what a coincidence.

fin.

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a/n ; SORRY THIS WAS SO FUCKIGN SHORT I RAN OUT OF IDEAS but dont worry, i will make a fic about how they grew up, and how they are. anyway, thank you @c3lest14 for being my beta reader! and thank you for the wonderful art that was inspired by [name] in this fic:D

the art btw: (its so gorg)

ok ok goodbye every1<3 have a nice day

[sultrycomets]

Hot Springs

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!

Word Count 1,596

Art Credit: @/toon-topaz

Celeste breathed in the rich, cooling air of the snow, her green eyes scanning the old but familiar environment in the mountains. In front of her, there was a hot spring, forgotten and abandoned. Steam lifted from the pools as she shuffled forward in her coat and boots. Thanks to the upcoming heat, she knew that she wouldn’t be trembling for too much longer. Delighted, Celeste glanced at the two minicons beside her. Swindle and Short Circuit beeped and whirred at her, sharing her excitement. 

She turned towards the robotic jet behind her, looming over her like some titan.

“Thanks for joining me, Starscream.”

The mech said nothing, but he nodded at her. Due to the snow and the darkness of night, she couldn’t make out all of the features of his faceplate. Well, except for his optics; his golden optics gleamed like stars. 

Celeste turned towards the hot spring, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“This used to be a public hot spring years ago…until it closed down, probably due to safety concerns. I took photographs here all the time.”

As Short Circuit and Swindle made a break for the steaming waters, Celeste began to strip. First, she removed her coat. And then, she intended to lift her dress. 

Starscream was taken aback.

“W-Wait! What are you doing? You told me humans couldn’t survive high temperatures!” 

Celeste snickered, tossing part of her clothes to the side.

“Don’t worry. Think of it as an energizing bath. I’ll feel much better after I bathe, but I have to get rid of my clothes for a while.”

She paused, a dash of heat covering her face.

“Um,” she twiddled with her fingers, “can you turn around for me?”

Starscream tilted his helm.

“Why?”

The woman couldn’t help but blush harder.

“It’s the proper thing to do.” She lifted a finger. “For humans, it’s considered rude to stare at someone when they’re undressing.” 

Although firm, she was also gentle with him. Not because she had to be, but because she wanted to be.

Starscream frowned, but he didn’t complain.

“Fine. I won’t look.”

As he turned, Celeste carefully undressed, slowly peeling off the layers of her clothes, including her bra and underwear. After she set them to the side of the rocks, she joined the minicons, first dipping her toes into the pool, and then, gradually merging her body with the hot water. To her, it felt like a dip in heaven. Sure, it was a bit overheated, but it was nothing that she couldn’t handle. The floor was slippery beneath her rear as the pool itself melted away her aches and pains.

Celeste didn’t find herself relaxing for long.

“Guys,” she frowned at the minicons splashing themselves with the hot water, “quit that!”

Before she could stop them, however, Starscream humphed. 

“Am I allowed to look now?”

Celeste thought for a moment, setting a wet finger to her lips.

“Not until I’m done bathing!”

Starscream didn’t seem to enjoy her answer. Instead, he huffed.

“But! Swindle! Short Circuit! How come they can look at you while I can’t?”

Celeste pondered his question, trying to search for the correct reply to give him. She didn’t feel awkward around the minicons. She didn’t feel awkward around Starscream either, but this was different. 

It’s because she crushed on Starscream. 

But how could she say that to him?

“Well, that’s because they’re like family to me.”

Starscream’s voice lifted above the roar of the wind.

“So…what am I to you?”

Celeste opened her mouth before closing it shut. The minicons stopped splashing to exchange glances with her, tilting their boxy helms at her. The naked photographer dismissed her thoughts, choosing to change the subject.

“It’s okay, Starscream. We can explore the mountain afterwards-”

“Well, I won’t wait around for you!”

With a final grumble, he marched onwards in the opposite direction. Celeste watched him leave with a pout on her face. Soon enough, his giant, hulking frame became a mere blurr in the snowy darkness.

…

Of course, Starsrcream didn’t wander far, not when Celeste was nearby. Besides, two minicons accompanied her. She was safe. And, as far as he could tell, there were no threats in the area.

Still, he mulled over her words, frustrated by her responses.

Who was he to her?

It wasn’t a difficult question for her to answer. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he was incorrect as a new question floated into his helm.

Who was she to him?

He stomped forward, his pedes leaving imprints in the snow. The longer he walked, the harder the snow fell. Starscream’s thoughts faded to the back of his processor as he gazed out into the distance. 

He came to a slow halt, his optics softening. Near the cliffside, there was the moon out in full view, where the Decepticon base resided. He didn’t think much of it other than that. However, when he truly made out its shape, its form, and its color, he began to think of it as something more.

It was beautiful. 

He gasped.

“Celeste!”

Quickly, Starscream turned around and started to make his return. What was he thinking? He couldn’t leave her alone, not in this area! Shame flickered across his faceplate, but he shook himself free to trek forwards. The hot spring wasn’t far away.

In fact, thanks to his large size, he came up to it within seconds. When he finally arrived, however, he came across a sight that forced him to stand still in his tracks.

Now, he understood why it was rude to stare while she was naked.

In front of the pools, below the lamppost lights, there was Celeste, her body exposed to the harsh elements. Her flesh, usually pale, was now dipped in a pink hue, possibly due to the heat of the hot spring. Water trickled down her form, the moonlight glistening freely across her skin. Her hair, brown but tinged with red highlights, draped over her bare shoulders. She was soft without her clothes, soft but petite with her star locket around her neck. It was alien. She was an alien. But that didn’t matter to him in the slightest. There was a beauty to her that just couldn’t be matched. It was enough to send his internal mechanics into a frenzy. His faceplate burned, spreading to his wings. Beneath his interface panels, he felt his spike twitch.

And he wondered why.

He desired to study more of her, he really did, but he failed. The sound that left Starscream’s dermas drew Celeste’s attention towards him. Immediately, the human gasped and hugged herself, the fleshy sacks on her chest squishing together. Her body was pink, but her face turned even pinker. 

“Starscream!”

The mech shielded his optics with his digits.

“F-Forgive me, Celeste! I was- I was just- You forgot…”

He lowered himself and grabbed her towel with his free servo.

“The towels! Yes! I wasn’t peeking, sorry!”

He offered them to her, shaking. Surprisingly, however, Celeste reached forward and took them from his digits. She smiled, wrapping herself in the towels, concealing her naked body. As the minicons left the pool, she giggled at him.

“It’s okay, Starscream.” She grabbed her bag and a bottle of liquid, beginning to refuel herself with some sips. “It’s okay, really.”

She sat near the empty benches.

“Did you have fun exploring?”

Starscream gawked at her, still stunned by the shock of seeing her nude.

“Well, I…”

And then, something frightening happened. In an instant, Celeste closed her eyes and started to fall. Quickly, Starscream caught her with his palm. 

“Celeste!”

She groaned, her eyes still closed through foggy glasses and her body trembling. In a panic, the mech carried her in both of his servos. The minicons beeped frantically around his pedes, concerned for her.

“I…I don’t know what happened to her!”

Much to his relief, however, she opened her eyes. Starscream’s optics glowed with relief as he held her to his faceplate. 

“Celeste! Are you alright?”

The woman touched a hand to her head.

“Woah, I may have overstayed my welcome in the pool.”

Starscream frowned.

“I’m taking you straight to Red Alert.”

Celeste shook her head.

“I’m fine, Star. Really. I just stood up too fast.”

But Starscream was having none of it.

…

At the Autobot base, Starscream stomped outside the medical laboratory, walking back and forth in the hallway. It felt agonizing to wait for his clearance. He didn’t even know if she was okay! 

But before long, the doors opened and Red Alert appeared.

Starscream wasted no time.

“Is Celeste okay?”

Red Alert nodded at him.

“She’ll be fine, Starscream. Her body just needs time to recover from overexposure to the extreme temperatures.”

The jet bot stepped forward.

“Is she awake? Can I see her?”

Red Alert frowned, standing in his way.

“I suggest that you-”

“Starscream!”

Hearing the voice belonging to Celeste, Starscream brushed past the medic bot and into the medical lab. In the corner, he found her resting on a table, wrapped in a thin blanket and surrounded by blowing fans. 

She gave him a weak but glowing smile.

“Hi.”

Starscream lowered himself to meet her better.

“Celeste! Are you…”

She laughed.

“I’m okay, Star.”

She grabbed his digit. 

“Thank you for coming with me.” Her face fell. “I just…wish we could’ve stayed longer. You didn’t even get to have any fun.”

Starscream cracked a shy smile, enjoying the warmth from her palm.

“On the contrary, my lady, I had quite a bit of…fun.”

Divider Credit: @/mikeykuns

[melbatron5000]

Sleepy, hungry, drugged, lost

The record album covers from Maggie's shop have been confounding me for a couple months now. They are JAM PACKED with Clues.

A couple of them I think I have figured out. A couple of them I think are pointing us towards something, like a trail of breadcumbs frozen peas.

Some of them are just making me nuts.

There are repeating themes on the album covers, and I started sorting them into categories based on their themes. But let me tell you about the first theme I noticed right away. I call it the "sleepy, hungry, drugged, lost" theme.

Right off the bat, what the fuck?? Sleepy, hungry, drugged, lost. Who? What? When does any of this happen in the show? And why is it the biggest category of albums?

Let me show you:

Antoine Balynska: It's Been a Long Night. Song titles: I can't wait to take my shoes off/Slip into the bath/Read a good book/Have a watery nap/Grab my jammies/Curl up in bed/Press my head into the pillow/Fall asleep forever

Colors: Black, gray, pink, green. Crowley, shades of gray, God, Hell?

Theme: Sleepy.

Okay, great. Some weird song titles on an Amazon extra. Whatever. Except:

Hamid Moon: Sea Songs. Song titles: One day I started floating/Got lost in the waves/Didn't bring a paddle/Been here for three weeks/Can't see land/There's little hope left

Colors: Soft blue, tan, brown, burnt orange. Aziraphale, Aziraphale, Aziraphale, secret Crowley?

Theme: Lost

Okay, the first one involved being sleepy, the second, being lost. Where are you going, Mel? Stay with me.

Izabelle McLaughlin: Singing in My Sleep. No song titles.

Colors: Black, gray, neon pink. Crowley, shades of gray, Heavenly miracles?

Theme: Sleepy.

Wasn't someone singing in their sleep? We assume Gabriel, but no name is actually said, and I'm not so sure. Don't ask me who it is, I don't know yet, but I don't think it's Gabriel. So, a second album featuring sleepy. Big whoop, right?

Oslo Revival: Come on Over to Our Third Floor Apartment. Song titles: We're having a party/Just for you/Four in a bed/Have this drink/It doesn't taste weird/We'll take care of you/We love you/You're one of us now/Together forever.

Colors: Black, white, gray, red, yellow, green, blue, auburn, purple, pink. Crowley, Heaven, shades of gray, Crowley, Crowley, Hell, Aziraphale, Crowley, Hellish miracles, Heavenly miracles?

Theme: Drugged, lost?

What the sweet Frances MacDormand??? What kind of song titles are these? Someone came up with these, deliberately, and then they got put in the Amazon extras. Why??

And Mel, what have you put in my drink? Where are you taking me?

Onward:

Raga Koboj: Earth, Swallow Me Whole. Song titles: Why can't I just stay in bed?/Sighing loudly/No one's going to lunch/I'm hungry but I don't want to eat alone/I wonder what's on the menu today/Probably something mediocre/I'm tired/It's Friday/I wish it would end

Colors: Black, blue. Crowley, Aziraphale?

Theme: Sleepy, hungry

Again, what the heck is going on here? Although now we have some overlap between sleepy/hungry. Still, though, what does this have to do with Good Omens??

There's more:

Randa Ransom: I'm Lost and I Don't Speak the Language. Song titles: Lost in Tokyo/What's that shop selling?/Sex dolls (self-assembly)/Where's the bathroom?/This toilet is singing/More sex dolls/There's a cafe for cats/I want to go home/What's home in Japanese?/Take me anywhere, taxi man.

Colors: Green, purple, red, neon pink. Hell, hellish miracles, Crowley, God?

Theme: Lost.

So here's another album involving being lost. Not hungry or sleepy. I'm still super confused about what's going on here. You? Great, let's keep going.

Rat Keith: Look at This Mountain. Song titles: The Mountain I Climbed/Assorted Wailing Chants of Peril/I Ate Some Berries (Shouldn't Have Done That)/What Happens on the Mountain, Stays on the Mountain/I See it in My Dreams/Soiled Leaves and Soft Bark/Don't Touch the Mushrooms/Huddle for Warmth/My Map Blew Away/This is My Home Now/Finally Rescued

Colors: Black, burnt orange, blue, purple. Crowley, secret Crowley, Aziraphale, Hellish miracles?

Theme: Drugged, lost, hungry.

With me so far? Good, me neither. One more:

Rehan Yu: Neon Dreams 2.0. Song Titles: Late Night Madness/Last Orders/Stumbling/The Night Tube/Falling Asleep/Waking Up in Vauxhall/The Night Tube (remix)/Giving Up at Wood Gree/Walking Alone/I Dropped My Phone/Shitty Kebab/Restless Sleep in a Bush

Colors: Black, white, red, blue, purple, neon pink. Crowley, Heaven, Crowley, Aziraphale, Hellish miracles, Heavenly miracles?

Theme: Sleepy, hungry, drugged (drunk), lost. There's the whole thing connecting all the other threads.

Did I say "connecting??" What the hell could the connection here possibly be?

The only thing I can think of right now is my theory about the missing scenes -- that there should be scenes opposite The Resurrectionists scenes, but they're missing. It's the only spot I can think of where someone -- Crowley -- gets drugged. So given the missing scenes should be parallels, Crowley drugs someone? Fucking WHO??

Whoever it is they've got in the bookstore, who isn't "you know who" any longer and was singing in his sleep? In both those instances, we assume Crowley and Aziraphale are talking about Gabriel, but I don't think so.

Is it Jesus 2.0? Except I suspect Nina is Jesus 2.0. Is it fucking GOD?? I know God is voiced by a woman, but let's let go of genders for a moment and remember God is often thought of and described in Christian mythology as not really any one gender. And given the Izabelle McLaughlin album, black and pink, titled "Singing in My Sleep," I think it might indeed be God. Though how Crowley might have drugged Her, I have zero idea. Does it have something to do with the 25 Lazarii miracle? Still, how could even that potent a miracle fuck with GOD?? What about someone else? Could it be Adam? Why would they kidnap Adam and drug him? Is it someone else ENTIRELY??

I will add that while I have black interpreted as a Crowley color here, it also seems to represent hiding and secrets throughout the show. And there is more than one person in the show with a black outfit and a pink accent piece. I feel like God's floating around somewhere, more present than we think.

I've also got purple interpreted as Hellish miracles -- but Gabriel's eyes are purple, too. Are those two things different shades of purple? I'm not even sure. It's kind of hard to tell. So take my color interpretations with a hefty grain of salt.

And frankly, I could be dead ass wrong about ALL of this. I could be overlapping categories that I'm putting the albums into -- sleepy, hungry, drugged, lost; only Neon Dreams 2.0 fits all four. That inspired me to put all these albums in the same category, but it's possible they don't go together. Maybe the sleepy albums all go in one category, and the lost albums all go in another. I don't know for sure. Perhaps they spider out from Neon Dreams 2.0? I don't know what that would mean.

But I feel like I'm onto SOMETHING. I'm going to keep poking until I find out exactly what.

[mayweneverdie]

May I request maybe Charles smith and his s/o relaxing after a long day of work, laying together on their bedrolls next to the campfire 🫶

By the Fire

I’m actually so happy with all these requests omg

Cw: possible ooc

Notes: canon time, single space instead of double space to see how it formats

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A small sigh of relief escapes Charles lips as he sets the axe against the oak stump in front of him. He spent nearly the entire day doing chores. With everything done, he sauntered over to his things to grab a change of clothes, soap, and a cloth. He draped his clothes over his arm with the soap and cloth in his hand before heading towards a shady and hidden part of the lake to bathe.

Lake water never looked better than right now. He tossed his shirt to the side before kicking his pants off as well. One step and another before his waist is submerged. He took his time, making sure to get all the sweat and grime off his body and out of his hair. Once satisfied, he dunks under the water once to rid himself of the suds before getting out.

A cool breeze runs over his body as he dries himself, causing goosebumps to raise on his arms. Charles quickly dresses himself before heading back to camp, bringing his things with him. Just one more stop before he’s lying with you, which is just putting his soap away and placing his dirty clothes into a basket to be washed tomorrow.

Two hands snake their way around his waist, one hand holding the opposite wrist. Looking over his shoulder, Charles quickly realized it was you. He smiles softly to you before he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Fires warm, care to join me?” You ask with an inviting smile, threading your fingers into his damp hair, “I can comb your hair if you’d like.” You add on. Charles nods and kisses your forehead.

“I’d like that.” Charles murmurs into your hair before letting you go to get cozy on his bedroll. You grin with his acceptance and get behind him, kneeling a little so you can really see what you’re doing. The comb starts from the bottom, making sure any knots down there are gone before going up. For how much work he had accomplished, his hair was remarkably detangled.

To keep his hair from getting messy in the morning, you quickly braid it and tie the end up with a ribbon like string. You admire your work for a moment before kissing his cheek and laying in the bedroll next to him. You look up to him for a moment. He looked gorgeous with the fire glowing on his skin. Charles quickly noticed, but said nothing.

“Thank you.” He whispered to you with a soft smile. He takes a moment to admire the braid as well before laying with you. Everything felt so peaceful, nearly perfect. Javier’s guitar playing, crickets chirping, and the sound a breeze going through the summer leaves was all you need to feel your heart slow down. You began to hum with the song once you recognized it as Cielito Lindo. You didn’t quite understand the words, but they were pretty to hear nonetheless.

Noticing how happy you looked, Charles reaches his hand out to rest on your waist. He waits a few moments before pulling you near him. You had no qualms at all, you rather liked it. Eyes still closed, you get in closer to sleep in his hold. He quickly notices and kisses the top of your head before closing his eyes as well.

It was quite unusual for him to be so affectionate, but you didn’t mind one bit. His newfound affection lulled you right to sleep knowing nothing was wrong.

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I was in the middle of writing this and a certain someone liked my post and MADE ME LOSE ALL PROGRESS!! So i had to restart 😭. Also i just remembered i have to write for onward to canada, please give idea on what to write in next part pls n thx 🙏 also do yall prefer the single or double space between paragraphs?

[junkiepunkie]

Marauders fic snippet?

Hey so I thought I’d put a lil snippet of the first chapter of my new marauders fic here and ask people’s thoughts? (For context, the fic is set during prisoner of Azkaban and onwards)

this excerpt comes right after Remus finds out Sirius has escaped Azkaban:

Remus thought about laughing, he really did, the type of exasperated laugh that people let slip at the worst of times, but he couldn't. Everything he had tried so desperately to forget for the past 12 years was crashing into him at once, and he was drowning in it. Could he even go to Hogwarts again? Could he ride the train without James? Or eat in the great hall without Pete? write in a classroom without Lily looking over his shoulder? He didn't know. It was moments like this where Remus most wished he still had someone who knew everything about him. Someone he could really hash these big questions out with. well, Remus didn't quite know anyone who knew his childhood anymore, but he knew just who he needed in this moment. 

He hauled himself with the last ounce of power he thought he could muster that morning and put on his worn, brown Mackintosh coat, and dragged himself out of number 7 Godric's hollow and to the train station. He needed London. now. 

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Remus triggered the cafe door bell upon entering. He smiled for the first time that day at the sound. He had scrapped his plans to visit the job centre and taken a day trip to Camden, where his favourite coffee shop lay hidden down a fairy-light laden alley. "Macdonald Coffeehouse" was painted moss green and burnt orange, with brick peeking out where the wall was chipped in the corner. As he entered, Remus bathed in the warm light and shed his distress for a moment, frozen for the time being in a melancholy hopefulness. He walked up to the counter like an eager kid and waited for a minute before finally caving and letting out a small "hello" to alert those in the backroom that someone was present. 

"oh shit- erm ONE SEC!" a melodic female voice shouted through from the store room.

Remus Laughed. "s'alright Mary its only me!" 

A relieved face peeked out from behind the door. Mary was glowing, six months pregnant and flashing her eye-reaching smile. 

"Well, if it isn't my favourite customer." she grinned waltzing over. "god, you came the one day I made Jill take a break!" 

Remus sighed happily, Jill, Mary's long term girlfriend was a workaholic to say the least but Remus knew that she wasn't long after her top surgery, no wonder Mary was refusing to let her work. 

"Yeah you'll have to tell her I said hi." 

Mary rolled her eyes "tell her yourself! Just come over again sometime. It's been ages." 

Remus bit his gum to keep from tearing up. "actually... that's kind of what I came here to talk about."

Mary raised her eyebrows and pouted the way she always did when she knew Remus was going to say. Without a word she held up her finger to him and started preparing his usual -cinnamon latte- with a laboured sigh. Remus sat at the nearest table and prepared himself for a debrief.

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Remus held his middle finger up to Mary in a fit of laughter. 

"I can't fucking believe you! i'm trying to make a serious decision!" he told her.

She snorted "fuck off with your 'decision' shit! 'oh i've just been offered a job in a mansion in Scotland where I get free food and housing and get to do my dream job, but oh no Mary! it's so far from you!' yeah that a real hard choice."

"uh- it's a castle actually." Remus mocked

Mary stuck out her tongue before she glanced at the shops clock. 

"Christ okay, i can't chat for much longer hun, you know how weirdly busy this place gets at night."

Remus smirked. 'Weirdly busy' was code for Mary's 'herbal tea' hours being mobbed. "of course-"

"No wait. Before you leave we are going to get to the bottom of why you really don't want to take this job."

Remus groaned. He should've known he couldn't hide from Mary, she knew him too well.

"right," he started "You remember I told you about my school? and um... what happened after school."

Mary looked to the floor and she sipped her tea "yeah, the gunman."

"exactly." Remus choked on his lie but recovered as he always did "well, this- this school is my school so going back.."

"feels like taking a trip down memory lane." Mary finished "yeah, you know what I wouldn't want to be in your shoes. I reckon i'd crumble."

Remus frowned gently "nah, you wouldn't. You'd move on.”

the fic is called “we were laughing” on ao3

[sebastiansluts]

Babe, are still up with the lollipop play or popsicle play? If so i still stick with my idea where reader and Bucky or Seb spending a hot summer day by the pool lounging on the pool chair, reader decided to tease him by sucking the lollipop or the popsicle like she sucked his c*ck but He had enough and take the lollipop or popsicle out of your mouth and punish you with it until you're squirting multiple times

Sorry this took so long! But inspiration has finally struck I think, and anyways I hope you like it!

Bucky Barnes x Reader; object play- lollipop, object insertion- lollipop, object oral sex/deepthroating- lollipop, clit play, vaginal fingering, squirting

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

It was a hot summer day and while you and Bucky were both lounging by the pool in the backyard in your swimsuits, you also had a lollipop. It was one of those long unicorn horn ones but it was thick, meant to last longer.

It was your favorite flavor, and you couldn't stop licking at it, sucking the tip for a while with your eyes closed. A shifting next to you had your lip quirking but you didn't move other than to suck a little harder at the candy.

After a minute went by with no sound, you started to frown so you decided to have a little fun. You slowly pushed the lollipop into your mouth until it nudged the back of your throat.

You coughed lightly, tasting it, and pushed onwards, until you were carefully throating the treat. You held it for a moment then slowly pulled it back, until just the tip was in your mouth again and you grinned as you swallowed hard, delighting in the taste.

A sudden shadow loomed over you and your lollipop was ripped from your mouth and hand. You frowned, pouting as you looked up at Bucky. He was standing next to your lounge chair, blocking out the sun and glaring at you. He held your lollipop in his regular fist and you glanced at it, then back at Bucky, hoping he'd get the hint.

"You want this? This fuckin' near fake cock of a candy?" Bucky asked harshly, and you flinched as he gestured with it, relaxing as he moved to sit on the chair, shifting your legs. You eagerly reached for him, your legs spread and draped over his as he sat facing you, his cock clearly visible through his swim trunks.

Bucky pushed you back against the lounge with his vibranium hand, holding you down easily as you struggled just to feel the power from him.

"You're such a fuckin' slut, suckin' this like it's the best thing you've ever tasted when we both know that's not true." Bucky was nudging your bathing suit bottoms aside with the lollipop, running the tip up and down your folds.

You squirmed even more turned on and desperate already, but Bucky kept teasing you, edging just the tip between your lower lips, an inch inside you, before withdrawing and rubbing circles around your clit, never touching.

"Bucky! Please, I need- more," you gasped as Bucky swiftly inserted the lollipop, pressing steadily but slowing down the more he added. "S'not enough," you whimpered, as you felt his fist rest against your pussy.

"Like I said, a fuckin' slut!" Bucky punctuated each word with a thrust, making you cry out as something inside you was hit, and liquid came squirting out of you. You clenched hard as Bucky grinned, pulling the candy back and thrusting again, making you squirt again.

He pulled the lollipop out of your pussy, it sticky with your slick now, and removed his vibranium hand from your chest at the same time, moving it down between your legs and pressing two fingers into your pussy.

Your back arched, Bucky searching for that spot again, as he began tapping your clit with the lollipop with his other hand. You cried out as his fingers found it, pressing against your walls and making them clench as you squirted again, longer this time as the taps on your clit helped to stimulate.

You were sure there was a puddle forming beneath you by now from how much Bucky had pulled from you. Your body was limp by the time he was satisfied, pulling away as you twitched lightly. Your bathing suit bottoms were soaked through, and you just felt sticky.

"C'mon doll, have a final lick of your candy then let's swim," Bucky said as you tried to sit up, holding your lollipop out in front of you, not letting you off his lap.

You narrowed your eyes at him, then leaned in and sucked the tip of the candy into your mouth, swirling your tongue around and down until you were thoroughly tasting yourself mixed with the candy. You pulled off with a pop and Bucky glared at you, leaning and grabbing the back of your neck as he kissed you with bruising force, sharing the taste with you.

"Guess you need a second lesson," Bucky muttered into the kiss, and you grinned as he shifted the two of you to the side and stood up, keeping hold of you as he walked to the deep end of the pool.

You realized his plan and started struggling, but his hold was too strong. He just laughed and wrapped you around him tighter, before saying, "Hold your breath doll." He waited until you took a deep breath, then jumped into the pool, holding you securely, before immediately pushing you back up to the surface.

He came up moments after you, and pulled you back into his arms, laughing as you pouted, grumbling, "I liked the first lesson better."

[novaacanee]

To The Things I Can’t Control

AlucardxBlack!Reader

Pt.2

“To The Things I Can’t Control

It has been two years since the passing of my parents at the hands of the church. I miss them both dearly. I am currently spending my days working at a Botique known as Modiste. My boss is a lively French woman who sometimes lets me barrow some fabric to make myself a new dress.

These days, I’ve been think about the past and those who encapsulated it. Adrian, my first love. I miss him most deeply. His father has waged war against all of the humans after the church murder his human wife Lisa Tepes. I hope he is okay. I do wonder if I can find him. Would you even allow me to find him again? Will he even recognize me?” The pen in her hand came to a halt. A feeling of sadness overwhelmed her spirit.

She closed her notebook and stood from her bed, walking over to a tote laying in a velvet chair within her bedroom. Verena placed the book inside, along with a pen and some spare clothing. Though she appreciated all that Genevieve had done for her but, she must set out.

Within the last few years, she had been plotting revenge for what the church had done to her. What they did to her family and her home. Her mission was to speak with the Speakers that we’re currently residing in Gresit for the time being. They were familiar with almost all legends and information that circulate around Wallachia.

With her bag in hand, she went down the spiral staircase and left an envelope on Genevieve’s desk before heading out. She has saved up enough coin to buy herself a horse for the harrowing journey ahead.

The ambient sound of the leaves moving in the wind surrounded Verena. Her instincts on high alert as her and her horse travelled through the woods. The sound of leaves crunching under the horses hoof broke her attention momentarily. She was very familiar with the presence of what was know as night creature within the surrounding lands.

A dagger sparkled under the moonlight as it laid firmly in her grip. A chill went down her spine as she felt a presence besides her own. “I know you’re here. You smell Fucking disgusting. We’re so close to a stream and you have forgone bathing all together?” She huffed, hopping off of her horse. “Come out, I have places to be.”

And with that a tall-winged beast flew out from the surrounding trees. A hellish screech leaving its mouth. “Ohh so you’re one of those night creatures everyone has been raving about? Definitely quite ugly…” she said as the monster swooped down at her, aiming its sharp claws for anything it could reach.

Verena managed to dodge just in the knick of time. She held out her weapon, aiming it towards the creature making its second round towards her. With all of her strength, she through the sharp metal. The sound of it being sheared into the head of the beast was rather nauseating but satisfactory. It signified that she was to live another day.

Tattered clothing now stained with grass, night creature blood, guts and dirt. A shaky hand rested on her chest as she felt herself breathing heavily. Verena moved closer to the beat ,analyzing its corpse that laid in front of her.

Through the trees, she could see a small village. “I hope to whatever god that that is Gresit and not a completely different village. You would think Father would have taught me how to read a map.” She chuckled bitterly and went over to where she left her horse only to find it deceased. “Fuck! I saved up for 4 months.” She exhaled sharply.

She sauntered over to the horse and kneeled next to the animal. She reached into her bag and placed it next to the horses gingerly. “I’m sorry I put you in this position. Your sacrifice will never be forgotten.” Verena ran a hand through the blood soaked mane before standing again. “Onward I guess.” She hummed, making her way toward the direction of the village.

The village was rather nightmarish; much more so than she remembered. Puddles of blood stained the perimeter of it. The building practically ruins at this point. It was a miracle anyone could still call this place home. She was about to continue on her way when she bumped face first into the chest of a man “God it’s not even the evening yet and people already drunk. Men.” Verena thought she had said this in her head…she did not.

“And who the fuck are you?” A gruff voice answered. “Talk a lot of shit for someone who bumped into me first. I didn’t say anything about you looking like a failed attempt of a noble.” The man towered her figure. Chocolate locs and striking blue eyes was the first thing she noticed. The second thing was the crest on his Tunic.

Her eyes widened a little as she felt her heart drop. “Belmont…? I thought you guys got wiped out? The hell are you doing here?” Verena asked, praying to any and every god once again that her fangs weren’t visible. “Yeah well her I am. Who the fuck are you?” He asked, drunken annoyance coating his tongue. “My name is Verena. My family name is of no importance to you. I’m only here to converse with the speakers.”

“I really didn’t ask for your life story hun. You’re in luck though, I’m looking for em too.” Verena’s ear perked up as she heard this. “Well then, hope you don’t mind me following you then since you obviously know more than me.” She responded sarcastically. “I do mind actually.” Trevor began to walk away from her, turning into a small alleyway. Verena followed suit, she quite honestly could give less of a fuck if he wanted her there or not. She had a mission that she needed to accomplish.

She noticed 3 men brush past Trevor. Two of them in church attire and the other in a purple cloak. They seemed to be antagonizing the poor old man. “I’m not getting involved.” Trevor mumbled to himself, still watching the altercation. Verena turned to look at him. “Flagitium hominis (disgrace of a man)” she spoke in Latin. “He’s just an old man. He has no means of defense against them.”

Trevor groaned aloud. “What are you the rebirth of Christ? Fine.” A heavy sighed escaped his lips as her reached for his whip just in time to save the older speaker from enduring any injuries from the clergymen. Verena watched as Trevor fought against them a little amused. “Not bad for a human.” She thought to herself. “Wait, I’m part human too, I shouldn’t insult myself.” Trevor scared off the two clergymen and turned to her . “You really don’t know how to not say your thought aloud huh?” Verena gave him a blank look. “Oops.” She shrugged.

“The violence wasn’t necessary however, your kindness is much appreciated.” Trevor shrugged. “You’re welcome although, can I accompany you to your lodging?” Verena physically face palmed at his forwardness however; the speaker abliged. “We speakers are nomadic individuals however; you both are welcome to accompany me.”

The walk to the speaker’s lodging was short. The older speaker invited them in and explained their current situation with their presence in Gresit and the church as well as his missing Grandchild. Verena watched Trevor speak with them, drinking some water. “You might as well help them, ain’t got shit else to do.” She whistled, taking another sip of her water and ignoring the side glare he had given her. “God if the night creatures to Fucking kill me, the sound of your voice will.”

[faebaex]

Lilia Vanrouge | GN (AFAB) | Getting Drunk on Absinthe Chocolate (SFW or NSFW)

I’ve been eating absinthe chocolate lately and couldn’t help but think about the old man because it’s also called « green fairy chocolate » and I think Lilia would find it cute to see MC getting drunk on chocolate !! (〃ω〃)

500 Follower Valentine Event - Lilia Vanrouge

author note: dasfsgh i can't believe i said these would be short and then i wrote almost 2000 words for this Lilia prompt (*ﾉωﾉ) can you tell my bias is showing?? dear me, this old man won't even come home yet he still won't let me live o(>< )o anyway! happy Valentines Day!!

characters: Lilia Vanrouge x GN!Reader

You hurriedly packed away your textbooks and stationary as Professor Trein signaled the end of class, throwing them haphazardly in your bag as you pushed back your chair, giving your friends a rushed goodbye before leaving them in your proverbial dust as you rushed through the corridor back to your dorm.

After all, you needed to get ready for tonight!

You'd been excitedly waiting since February began. Today was Valentines Day, and you'd be spending it with your love, Lilia. A sudden onslaught of snow had disturbed your plans, but you'd both agreed to share the evening together, a lowkey event in his bedroom - a meal, maybe a movie, cuddling guaranteed. For some, such low effort may be unappealing on such a hyped up day, but for you, it was perfect.

You reached Ramshackle at record time, careful not to take the door off its hinges in your excitement. Rushing to your bedroom, you hurriedly showered and began to get ready for the night ahead, thankful that you'd chosen your outfit ahead of time. The excited butterflies floating in your stomach had you knowing you'd be fretting now if you hadn't.

Around an hour later, you were ready. Having already left some tuna and a note for Grim, you picked up the hefty giftbag by the door with a smile on your lips and made your way to the Hall of Mirrors to go to the Diasomnia dorm.

Lilia was waiting for you as you crossed through the threshold into the Diasomnia space, immediately greeting you with a bow that made you giggle before looping his arm through yours, leading you onward and inside his dorm, towards his room.

"You look absolutely delightful, my dear." Lilia complimented with a twinkle in your eye, and you felt a bashful flush dust your cheeks despite your grin. "You don't look so bad yourself." You teased back, Lilia shooting you a wistful smile at your banter. You reached Lilia's room, and he stopped purposefully outside the door. You shot him a confused look at his sudden pause, but he turned to you and gave you a mischievous smile.

"Now close your eyes, and I'll lead you." Lilia instructed, and you raised an eyebrow at the request. "O-okay..." You agreed, closing your eyes as requested, only to stiffen with a chill up your spine as you felt a puff of air ghost your ear, "and no peeking, because I'll know..." Lilia purred, and a blush erupted over your cheeks as you blindly attempted to bat him away, but of course missing. "Lilia!" You chastised, not without a smile on your face, only hearing Lilia's signature laugh as he gently grabbed your free hand and began leading you forward. You heard the creak of his door opening and you being led forward again, before the soft click of the door being shut sounded behind you.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

You opened your eyes and you felt your breath catch in your throat. You would have done a double take, to check that you were actually in Lilia's room if you weren't so taken by the wonderous sight in front of you. Lilia's room was entirely transformed, all furniture pushed aside so a large blanket could lay on the floor, loaded with a picnic basket and all essentials. But the most wonderous sight was above, for the ceiling was transformed to look like the night sky, stars twinkling and shining above akin to the clearest of nights. Ethereal light bathed the room, courtesy of several will-o'-wisps that floated carefree around the room, finishing the aesthetic and pulling the room together to look like a magnificent dreamscape.

"Lilia..." You let out the puff of air that you didn't realise that you were holding, the beautiful scenery around you making you almost lose your words, "... I... You... This is..." You felt arms curl around your waist as Lilia hugged you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder, "I trust its to your liking?"

"Lilia this is... Amazing... How did you manage to do this..? You set this up all by yourself?" You turned to face him as you spoke, Lilia's arms loosening around you to allow the movement. He smiled once he could see your face, the smile maybe just a hint smug as he gazed at you, "isn't it wonderful what a little magic could do? My, one would even say such a display deserves a little kiss." If you weren't so shocked by the scenery around you, you'd have teased him for making such a remark, but instead you simply leaned and placed a small kiss upon his lips, his eyes lidding and expression becoming much more smug at how compliant you were.

"Mm... Come now, my dear. Your picnic awaits." Lilia guided you over to the blanket, you carefully dodging a passing will-o'-wisp, not wanting to disrupt it lest it spook. Lilia chuckled indulgently at your display, taking a seat on the blanket and patting the spot beside him. You carefully lowered yourself down beside Lilia, placing the giftbag beside you mindlessly. The rustling of the paper finally brought the bag to Lilia's notice, and he tilted his head towards it, "oho. Might that be a gift for me?" His question was finally enough to break you from your spellbound-like state, and you grinned, pulling the bag into your lap and then passing the handle to Lilia. He took it, his fingers brushing against yours in what you would swear was a deliberate gesture before pulling the bag into his own lap and reaching a hand inside.

"Oho, now how did you know I had a particular liking to these?" Lilia hummed, pulling an almost comically large sized box of chocolates from the giftbag. You smiled almost conspiratorially, leaning towards him as he laid the chocolate box across his lap, "Sam told me those chocolates are also known in some places as 'green fairy chocolates', and it reminded me of you instantly, so I had to get them. And," you stuck you tongue out cheekily, "I thought it was cute that the box was almost as tall as you."

Lilia scoffed at your words, a glimmer in his eyes that you couldn't discern as he smirked at you, "careful, you never know when I'm due a growth spurt." Lilia slid the box of chocolates off of his lap to join the rest of the picnic before he grabbed your wrist to haul you onto his lap in a way that had you straddling him. "Well, now it's time for your gift."

Lilia fished into his pocked before bringing out a small, cube box. He placed it gently in your hands, and you were hesitant to open it. "Lilia..." You began, only for his to jostle your hips from side to side to stop you. "Just open it." He said firmly, and you looked at him reproachfully before carefully opening the box.

Inside, imbedded on a simple velvet cushion, was a ring. Only a simple glance at it would confirm that it fit Lilia's cutesy style impeccably. The ring was chunky in style, reminding you of rings you'd see being styled in decora fashion. A cute depiction of a bat adorned the middle of the ring, with small gems forming a circle around it. Despite its cutesy style, you could tell from closer inspection that this ring was not cheap - which broke your Valentines rule.

"Lilia, we set a price limit and this is definitely above the price limit!" You scolded, and Lilia only smiled with an air of faux innocent beneath you, "and who told you that? I don't recall there being a price tag anywhere." He sang and you began to pout, only for him to take the ring from the box and present it to you, "allow me to do the honour?"

You felt your cheeks flush again, feeling suddenly bashful as you presented your right hand for him to slip the ring onto your finger. He tutted, but slipped the ring onto your fourth finger all the same, the fit perfect. "A shame, if only you had presented your left hand..." You lightly slapped his shoulder at his outrageous comment and he chuckled, squeezing your hips before giving you a pat.

"Let's feast, shall we?"

You were laying on the blanket, staring up at the starry sky above you. It had amazed you greatly when you saw the first shooting star rocket across the ceiling, prompting both you and Lilia to lay side by side and stargaze together. You mind felt a little fuzzy but you couldn't quite pinpoint why. Your heart felt warm, but so did your cheeks, and the urge to smile and giggle was almost overwhelming.

You reached out and grabbed another green fairy chocolate, taking a bite out of it and tasting the sweetness with the unmistakable hit of licorice. You suddenly giggled, giving into the urge that had nagged at your cheeks for awhile now, and pointed up at the ceiling, "hey, that cluster of bats there kind of looks like stars."

Lilia rolled over so he was facing you, propping his face up on his hand as he stared at you with unconcealed amusement. "Hm, would you like to try that again, dear?" You rolled your head towards him, squinting as you tried to figure out what he meant. Eventually, it dawned upon you and you covered your mouth as fresh giggles sputtered forth. "Oops."

Lilia smiled indulgently at you before propping himself so he could lean over you. "Perhaps you should ease up on the chocolate, love." As he spoke, he leaned his mouth towards the half chocolate that you still held between your fingers, but you defiantly popped the rest of the chocolate in your mouth before his lips could reach it. He pouted at your action, settling to press a chaste kiss to your fingertips instead, "so disobedient." He purred, his gaze heavy lidded as he chased your hand as you tried to reach for another chocolate, eventually lacing his fingers through yours to stop you from grabbing another chocolate.

"Do you know what are in these, love?" He teased, his thumb gently stroking along your finger in a loving gesture. You hummed, feigning as though you were actually thinking about his question, before giving him a bubbly smile, "chocolate?" you said, not realising how slurred your words sounded as they fell from your lips. Lilia clicked his tongue, yet his indulgent smile did not change as he shifted his weight so that he could properly straddle you, a knee planted either side of your hips.

"Oh dear," he sighed, looming over you and stroking his free hand gently over the flush of your cheeks, you leaning into his cool touch as it ghosted down your cheek towards your chin, "I should have kept a better eye on you. But I must say, it is so cute that just a few chocolates have got you into this state... What an unexpected gift..."

You pouted at his words, your mind too fuzzy to do much else, much lest fuss about whether his words actually bothered you or not. Lilia took in your expression with heavily lidded eyes, his crimson gaze burning into you as he tilted up your chin.

"No need to pout, my love. I'll give you as many kisses as you desire..."