#one’s pretty good at singing and the other is so-so

[scented-morker]

Lovesick fools

Alternatively… enha’s reaction to being on a variety show with their idol!crush

No warnings, 2k words, implied fem!reader.. these took me forever </3

Heeseung

Fourth gen vocalists on the show ‼️

He was so excited to be there that he totally forgot you would def be there too

Until he was getting his makeup done and you walked in with curlers in your hair and coffees in your hand

He immediately found himself smiling at how cute you looked, and it only got worse when you handed him a cup

"Twitter said this was your order, I hope it's right."

The makeup artist starts laughing and opts out of putting blush on him bc he's all red from you

Once filming starts you all sing a prepared cover, and he's so focused on his own that he stays calm for most of it

Except yours is last, which means his mind is fully empty since he’s done and now all he’s able to focus on is how pretty you sound and the way you smile through the words

You sing 'drinks or coffee' from rose's new album and he swears you wink at him

"We don't have to talk, I know that you want me."

Twitter goes crazy bc you absolutely did wink at him, and they have the slow mo replay to prove it

Him blushing like mad also goes viral

He walks up to you backstage

"So... do you want to get drinks or coffee?" 🤭

Jay

It's shuhua's show again, but instead of sunghoon he's paired up with you

Bro gives himself a pep talk in the mirror before filming starts

"You are cool and calm and will not giggle like a school girl at her. Shes going to look pretty and you're just gonna have to deal with it."

Thinks it should be illegal to look good in a work uniform, but there you are

You guys are cooking and you're so impressed by how well he does at separating the fat from the meat

You are so horribly bad at it that Shuhua looks like an expert 💔💔

"Jay I think you need to help her, she's massacring the product."

Ok girl are you a host or a wingman

But he does, telling you to adjust your grip on the knife, reaching over to show you how to do it better which has you blushing like crazy

You guys are partnered up trying to give away samples against shuhua which is where you shine bc people just can't stay away from you especially when you pout and ask 'pretty please?'

Jay doesn't blame them, he's ready to buy everything in the store from you

One of the girls doesn't bat an eye at you when you beg but you're desperate so you yell after her

"Look how handsome my partner is, don't you want to come buy something from us?"

The girl comes back but Jay can't even be flattered bc he's too busy freaking out that you think he's cute

"Did you really mean that?" He asks you after filming

"Of course I did, I'm not blind."

So he asks for your number and ofc you give it to him

Jake

It’s some sort of school setting show

You guys are paired up against Jay and another member of your group as the four of you compete with trivia questions

You’re all English speakers, so they make you answer everything in English and since we’re already being delulu let’s say you have an English accent bc we know Jake loves that

You have to yell at him to lock in because when you start trying to reason out the question he’s so focused on your voice that he isn’t listening to a word you say

You guys are getting whooped by the other team

That is until your member makes a joke about you saying how your ideal type is a smart guy

Bro instantly locks tf in

“October 23rd, 2016”

“That is correct! Team Hot Accents gets another point as they make an impressive comeback!”

Yes that’s your team name, you both have hot accents and you know it 🤷‍♀️

You get so excited every time you guys score a point that you’re practically bouncing in your seat cheering and giving him high fives

You answer a few questions after that but he’s definitely carrying you guys and he could not be happier about it

“Don’t worry y/n, I got you. Just sit there and look pretty.” 😍

By the end you guys are tied and the hosts ask you to give your partner a good luck charm as he and Jay face off for the last question

You contemplate kissing his cheek before realizing that would probably get you murdered on twitter so you settle for giving his hand a squeeze after interlocking your fingers post high five

When he gets the question right he runs over and picks you up to spin you around in celebration

The editors definitely put some incriminating caption like [a very overexcited reaction from the golden retriever] that fans laugh at him for afterwards

But he doesn’t care bc you were in his arms and that’s all that matters ‼️

After filming you’re like “wow Jake you’re so smart do you want to hang out sometime?”

YEP YEP YEP YES HE DOES

Sunghoon

You guys were both ex figure skaters, so they had you guys film an episode at a rink

They got both of you a new version of one of your old costumes, and sunghoon was immediately red at the sight of you in the sparkling dress with a little cut out on the side

You both spent the first few minutes just running around on the ice, enjoying being back

The hosts had a list of skills they read out and then made each of you try

It only made sunghoon's crush bigger watching you move so gracefully, and he grinned so big whenever you'd compliment him

"Woah, he's still really good!"

Towards the end they had you try partner moves, everyone cheering when you guys synced up so well in the turns and twists

“Woah they look really good together! It’s like fate they move at the exact same time!”

They even let you try a stunt, and sunghoon became a stuttering mess when he put his hand on your waist where the cut out in your costume was

"Is- is this ok? I don't want to drop you, but we could skip it if you want."

"Of course it's ok!"

He's so touched at the amount of trust you put in him while trying out partner tricks

And it's rightfully placed considering the time you guys mess up he makes sure to change the angle of your fall so that he takes the brunt of the impact instead of of you

You apologize so many times, including going up to him after filming to thank him again

"Is there anything I can do to thank you?"

"How about a date?"

Sunoo

Who knows why the show paired you guys up

Maybe they saw the media attention from your brief waves to each other at an award show and the viral ‘bite me’ challenge you did together

But they bring both of you to a cafe set and you have to make coffees and such before being interviewed

You’d worked at a coffee shop predebut so at one point you reach over and grab his hand to adjust the way he holds the cup under the milk steamer

The editors zoom in on his red face while you turn around and practically sprint away

Your last task before the interview is to make a drink for the other person while they film a confessional about you

You’re sitting there stuttering over your words as an explanation as to why you ran after helping him earlier and how kind he was when you filmed your tiktok together last time

Meanwhile, sunoo is asking the staff for help to make your super specific and stupidly difficult drink order that he knows from watching your interviews

He pretends it was casual and easy once he joins you at the table, setting the cup down in front of you like he didn’t restart it 3 times

“This is my favorite coffee!! I didn’t even remember them teaching us this!”

“Wow that’s so weird, lucky me I guess”

He tried to be nonchalant but it was NOT working

He literally lets out a giggle as soon as you drink it and do a little happy dance when it’s exactly how you like

When the interviewer asks about your relationship (bringing up the award show wave) Sunoo says that you guys are casual friends but he hopes you can become closer after filming together

To which you respond ABSOLUTELY and promise to wave at him at every schedule you see him

That’s enough for his weak heart for one day so he doesn’t end up following up after the cameras stopped

but you kept your promise and after a few months of excited waves and animated conversations at award shows he secures your number and a date

Jungwon

He’s too responsible to risk anything by talking about his crush on you but once in a live you said you really admired him because you couldn’t imagine having to lead your group while being one of the youngest members

(He saved the video and probably replayed it about fifty times afterwards)

But that was enough to make one of the shows want you guys together !!

Which is how you end up trailing behind him through a creepy dark building while scare actors try to freak you guys out

Bro was not excited for this but he is doing his best bc YOU NEED HIM ‼️

You are so close to his back that he can feel your body heat and when someone jumps out you practically climb on his back

You apologize profusely afterwards, but he waves it off, offering you his arm to grasp onto for the rest of the time

You say in a confessional part that you were scared out of your mind but it was bearable bc Jungwon was there

“He was so brave and cool, it made me feel so much better!”

He isn’t even scared anymore, he’s just mad bc they’re intentionally making you upset so his cute angry face pops out and the two of you make it through the whole haunted house in record time

Afterwards he tells you that he hopes he wasn’t mean or anything, he was just upset they were scaring you

He was mad at them for doing their jobs 💔 rip

But that just made you appreciate him more

“Can I treat you to lunch one day? To thank you for taking such good care of me?”

He MELTS, of course you can

Riki

You and him were both on a variety show to show the difference between maknaes

He was the image of a cool and mature maknae, while you were the giggly pink maknae of your group

He thought it was gonna be awkward bc the whole point of the show was how different you guys were, but you got along so easily

As soon as you started talking he was a GONER

He'd watch you answer a question and get so distracted looking at your face that the hosts would have to repeat the question for him to respond to after 😭

So much for being cool

They ask him how he feels about aegyo to which he describes how passionately he hates it

So they make you do aegyo for him to see if he reacts

HE DOES

Homeboy starts blushing without even realizing it

It puts the biggest smile on his face that they tease him about for the rest of the show

You tell him you'll give him lessons in it if he wants while live and that's how he approaches you after

"You probably need my number to set up those lessons right?"

[foolishlovers]

With 2024 coming to an end, I just wanted to give a quick shout-out to my favourite fics I (re)read this year. I have so so much appreciation for all writers creating beautiful works about our beloved angel and demon pair. Reading these sometimes funny, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes sappy, sometimes deliciously filthy stories has been a constant source of joy. I truly can't even begin to describe how thankful I am to be part of such an incredibly creative and loving fandom. So so much gratitude for all the different versions of them, all the genders, all the tropes, all the canon fics, and all the human AUs. There are so many more amazing fics I read this year and there are so many more to explore in 2025, but the following few have made themselves a home in my heart. I promise they're worth a read! 💜 [I do fic recs all year long, check out this tag for more.]

Date by @ddagent (2.5k, T)

Every year, Aziraphale is spoiled on his birthday. This year, he decides to do the same for Crowley. There's only one problem - he's not actually sure when Crowley's birthday is.

Roller Derby Queen by @summerofspock (2.5k, M)

Crowley skates for Hell on Wheels and she's pretty good at it too. She'd be better if she weren't so distracted by the new skater on the opposing team.

Sweet Nectar of the Eldritch Gods by @brenna (3.2k, G)

Azira writes a letter to the purveyor of her favorite honeys and sweetness ensues. No offence, but who says “by the by,” by the way? It’s adorable? By the by, do you like wine? Crowley

Poor Men by @why-not-go-with-style (3.9k, G)

What To Do When Two of Your Professors Are Hopelessly in Love With Each Other: an instruction manual by Adam Young (featuring Pepper Moonchild because someone has to be the voice of reason here).

!False (It's Funny Because It's True) by @mirjam-writes (6.4k, E)

Aziraphale drew a long breath through his nose. Crowley, of course it had to be Crowley. The new guy in the sales department, who would promise potential customers just about anything to close a deal. Arrogant, annoying – and wildly, stupidly attractive. Aziraphale hated him.  Aziraphale is a stellar software architect and a project manager, who is so done with the sales department selling unrealistically scheduled and budgeted projects. And he definitely doesn't have a crush on anyone, thank you very much.

Show me where the Nightingale sings by @sabotage-on-mercury (6.5k, G)

After settling into their new home in the South Downs there are still things to process for Aziraphale and Crowley before they can start a new chapter of their life. But winter is turning into spring. There is magic abroad in the air. And finally, the nightingale is back.

The Art of Human Nature by @ineffable-doll (6.5k, T)

Crowley is a painter who has only ever had an eye for nature. That is, until a client named Aziraphale commissions her for a painting to boost her self-confidence, and Crowley discovers that her client is as beautiful as the Earth itself. Then she goes and catches feelings, because she’s a disaster.

Lit by @fellshish (12k, T)

Crowley takes a university course on literature and surprise! The book they’re discussing is Good Omens. Uh oh.

Paradigm Shift by @hakunahistata (13k, E)

“Apologies, apologies! The time got away from me.” Aziraphale Fell entered the room brightly, a binder in one hand, tea mug in the other. Crowley’s languid sprawl went rigid as the senior accounting analyst who had been the indulgent secret in the back of his mind took the seat opposite him.   Or, Crowley Pines at the Office: An AU.

Feast by @ashfae, mostlyjustgoose (15k, E)

Crowley's spent the whole of lockdown asleep. Aziraphale has spent the whole of lockdown baking, cooking, and becoming increasingly frustrated with his solitude. Which eventually leads him to the perfect way to solve all his problems at once... Or, Aziraphale attempts to seduce Crowley with a truly excellent meal, and Crowley is amenable.

Ever-Fixed by @hkblack (19k, E)

Aziraphale Fell had a plan. Go to school, get his degree, and start his life with his beloved at his side as man and wife. Until one day Crowley disappears. Decades later he meets a man, and finds the love of his life again. Anthony J. Crowley, suave, cool, masculine, in control, unflappable, has spent decades building himself up. He refuses to let his confident facade disappear for Aziraphale, who once almost tumbled down the stairs to certain death because his nose was stuck in a book. It’s just sex, and they’ve been dating for months, this time around. There’s no need to get his knickers in a knot. But the past isn’t easy to let go of, even if you’re both avoiding it. A story about love, intimacy, and finding each other again. (Alternatively: Tender smut, but then I wrote love story flashbacks, and now it's just emotional and there's plot in my pornography)

Fireworks by @optimistic-starlight (19k, E)

He had to get himself under control. Aziraphale needed him. That prick boyfriend of his drained so much of Aziraphale's time and energy, dampened so much of the gentle, beaming happiness that Crowley had always adored about him. He needed Crowley there to support him, to do the things a best friend should be there to do. And, well, if Crowley needed him too, if he had to subsume his own pain to focus on making Aziraphale happy, that was something he could bear quietly. He could do it for his angel. Crowley groaned and dropped his head against the tiled wall of the shower. His angel. He had to stop thinking of him like that.

Maybe Next Christmas by @flamingbentleyy (21k, T)

Airports were tricky business, but waiting in airports was as close to hell as one could possibly get. Nobody knew it better than Aziraphale, whose luck had made him end up in one right on Christmas Eve of all days. Although his airport experience turned a little less hellish and a whole lot more entertaining after he ran into an old college friend in that same airport. And then again. And again…

The Small Ad by @theladydrgn, @sylwritesstuff (32k, E)

WORK WANTED: Partner For Hire. Tall, lanky ginger of arguable gender available to be your significant other to keep pesky relatives, nosy coworkers, or well-meaning friends at bay. Able to be as annoying or as polite as you like. Causing a fight over Christmas dinner with your odd, bigoted uncle/aunt/cousin will require an extra £200 up front. £50 for the first hour, negotiable otherwise. Ciao.   It isn't the sort of advertisement Aziraphale usually paid any attention to, but desperate times do indeed call for desperate measures.

Heavenly Wicked Cafe by @waitingtobebroken (33k, T)

There is a terribly rude barista that makes amazing coffee and a saint of a barista, whose coffee tastes vile. And they are in love.

Petrichor & Parchment by @katnoggin (33k, E)

“Mr. Crowley, I presume?” Aziraphale asked in lieu of an introduction, which was not forthcoming. The guy hadn’t even removed his sunglasses. Oh God, he had a tattoo on his face. Aziraphale wasn’t one to judge, but… what kind of gardener had a snake tattoo on his face? Now also available as a podfic from Literarion  [Huuuge recommendation for the podfic!!]

The Heart of the Forest by Kalimyre (33k, E)

Retired librarian Aziraphale moves into a small, isolated cottage deep in the forest with a strange history. He soon realises he's not alone in the woods; a presence watches him. But as he begins to befriend the stranger that lurks in the trees, Aziraphale comes to understand there's more to him than appearances suggest - and Aziraphale's own destiny may be tied to the mysterious creature with the golden eyes.

in your own time by @ineffabildaddy (33k, E)

Aziraphale and Crowley grew up together as next-door neighbours on Hogback Lane, classmates at the local Catholic school, and inseparable best friends. By the age of eighteen, both were hopelessly in love with the other, despite the knowledge that they were doomed to live apart, as Crowley aimed to pursue university study in London and Aziraphale committed himself to remaining in Tadfield, dedicating his life to the Church. After almost twenty years spent away from his hometown, renowned botanist Crowley decides to come and visit Tadfield again at a moment's notice; the purpose of his visit is to speak at a Careers Day for the school he and Aziraphale, now a beloved priest and a frequent helper at the school, attended. The twenty-four hours that follow will change both of their lives for ever.

Between Comfort And Chaos by anathxmadevice (45k, T)

“And how long have you two been a couple?” “Oh, I—” Aziraphale panics. “Ha, well, that’s a funny… We’re not actually—” “We’re just friends.” Crowley says, their voice clear and calm and lightly amused, either because of or in spite of Aziraphale’s flailing attempts to divert the conversation. “Ah, yes, quite.” Aziraphale says, then takes a sip of his drink just for something to do, instead of focussing on the way Crowley said just friends, and how it causes a painful throb in his chest that he has never fully got used to. His memory can only scrabble at the edge of a time where being just friends with Crowley didn’t feel like a particular form of torture. * Or, Aziraphale has been desperately in love with his best friend and housemate Crowley since they were students, but is too scared to do anything about it.

Loving You Slow by @tawnyontumblr (46k, E)

Crowley just wants to dance, but he's not prepared to sell his soul (and other things) at Mayfair's Hellfire Club to do it. Tending bar at The Bookshop in Soho is just the escape he needs, providing Crowley can convince the club’s owner he really belongs on the stage. Unfortunately Aziraphale Eastgate is not quite the generous guardian angel Crowley has been led to believe. Welcome to The Bookshop, where it always pays to look under the covers.

A Billion Points of Light by akitsuko (50k, E)

The firefighter lifts the visor on their helmet, and Crowley may not be able to see very well, but those are the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen in his life. Crowley has never been one for the whole 'love at first sight' business, but he may need to reassess after Aziraphale - a gorgeous firefighter - saves his life.

More Than by @naromoreau (55k, E)

Crowley would like to spend another year without marrying, especially when thrust-forced to pick a husband. She refuses to cave in on a matter of principles. She refuses to cave in specifically on a matter of not wanting to be married to Lucien Morningstar. But she might need a hand to break free from such a burden. And who knows? She might even find something else along the way.

Lavender Apiary Of Your Honey Eyes by @snek-of-eden (66k, E)

The first thing Aziraphale registered was fiery red hair matted with sweat. The second thing was the man’s face, sharp and intelligent and a little guarded, sunlight dappling a spray of freckles. Upon seeing this, two contradictory thoughts crossed his mind: ‘Gosh, he’s pretty’, and ‘I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a man use that many expletives in the space of a minute’. “Oh,” he said, swallowing hard. “Hello, then.” __________ When Aziraphale inherits a small, cosy cottage in the countryside, he finds unexpected company in a gardener he didn't even know he had. Crowley is sweet, and strange, and about as foul-mouthed as you can get. Before he knows it, he's falling pretty goddamn hard for a man whose friendship he's terrified of risking. Ah, the foils of love.

Old Vines by @sevdrag (189k, E)

A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds. [Big recommendation for the podfic here too!!]

[bonefall]

Prev naming the foster kit disco really fits considering she can't sit still, maybe you should incorporate that into discopaw's personality

Discopaw is coming easy to me! She does fit the personality of the kitten quite a bit, with a few differences.

I want to make sure Discopaw doesn't take up too much "screentime" that other characters could get, so I plan for her to consistently be in the background of conflicts

A voice shouted in a Gathering argument, one of Deerfoot's rebels, seen tangling ferociously with a bigger warrior in battle, etc!

In every way, she's perpetually sanguine. She has a zest for life. Discopaw loves to dance, join chants, sing loudly and play games.

That's based on her canonical appearance, shouting for Ravenpaw to tell his battle story. She's definitely a Gathering friend of his.

(Thinking about it, I should give her a line where she asks Fire about where Ravenpaw is at a Gathering. Good way to sneak in exposition/recap in book 2, that he feels sad that he needs to lie to her about his death to keep his friend safe. Especially when she takes the news pretty rough.)

So being "unable to sit still" is very fitting. Background character who would casually be changing places, vanishing from crowd shots in between camera pans.

Since I need to pad out some mass death events in ShadowClan, she's going to go down in one. She's a "high priority" kill since she's a Glitch Warrior, but I am hoping to get her to survive TPB at least.

So probably Yellowcough at the latest.

Also, I'm unsure who her mentor is. Deerfoot is an obvious choice, though I'm unsure if Brokenstar would want to reward him as one of his major critics. Russetfur is who I'm leaning towards right now.

Or maybe even have her old mentor be one of the cats driven out with Brokenstar, such as Tangleburr, and Nightstar reassigns her. Something like that.

[jeahreading]

Year-End Moots Post

@glorfie394 - Honestly, i don't think i need to say much other than the fact that you were probably one of the very few people I consider my best friends irl. We've been talking less and less and I really hope we can talk more this year.

@1indigoisles You used to say that I shouldn't consider you a good friend because we haven't even known each other for a year. Well now it's been more than that, so we should also be really good friends, while we didn't talk for most of this year that's only because of academics and I can't promise it won't happen again but I really REALLY want to talk more with you, even if I take time responding once in a while.

@pb-dot - quoted from you, last year "You and I seem to mostly pass as ships in the night, but sometimes the distant sound of a foghorn can be just the thing, to torture the metaphor a little" Honestly you were the first blog I sent an ask to and your clockwork boy amazed me to bits, we're still ships but maybe not so much in the night anymore, dusk?

@mycatisatool - I still remember how we talked last year just a few days before New Year's and how I ranted to you, a random person. Talking to you has never and will never feel foreign, I hope we remain friends or even acquaintances for many more years to come!

@joytri I'm not sure what I should say except the fact that YOU'RE SO AESTHETIC, omg I wish i was even close to how pretty your blog and posts are dffsnbsjdhjf I so wish i could by your stationary T_T.

@chichihuahua1413 - MY SISTER FROM ANOTHER MISTER, nobody can convince me that we AREN'T twins separated at birth. UGH, I wish I had come to that gathering it's been SO LONG SINCE WE'VE MET. Wow, can you believe we've known each other for 9 years now?? seems absolutely surreal.

@clarablightt - we met unexpectedly and I am SO glad we did, we didn't talk much at first but now when we do I am happy the whole day. Sometimes we talk for hours and it feels like minutes, I wish you all the happiness in this world and someday we're gonna meet istg

@owlsandwich - O yem GEE, even though many years separate us talking to you has never felt that way, you talk with a young soul if that makes any sense, and of course, you being absolutely adorable doesn't help. Heard somewhere that pets represent their owner and seeing Miss Zero, you both seem carefree and loving. I hope you have the best year ever!!!!

@fangirlghost-19 - Found your blog in the most detective way possible hihi, but so glad I did, you're absolutely amazing and you just have that pizzazz not everyone has!

@shua-f4lmings Started talking to you because I really wanted to talk to someone who likes skz, no regrets, I am in LOVE with your aesthetic, that blog change was ICONIQUE.

@baxieblur-turnip Heyyyyyyyy we met on chance and babe that hexagone is hexagoning so hard, we need to talk more frrr

@ek-ajnabee-haseena hamari jugalbandi honi zaruurat hain!! we should sing because i just know it's gonna be so freaking good!

@hxart-of-thx-ocxan - bestie so aesthetic i quacking in my boots, looking at your blogs makes me want to float away on a boat into the ocean and never look back again 🤤🤤

@book-girl4evaaa - I'm pretty sure we first talked because I thought you were desi but you are AMAZING all the same, seeing you talk about the heather is adorable asf and you're fashion sense makes me jealous 😭😭

@dinnerbug - saw you on my side and you actually genuinely intrigued me so much I followed you and honestly you are one of my most curious mutuals. I'm pretty sure I once sent an ask to you telling you to drink less coca cola lmaoo

@zeherili-ankhein - CHINIIII!!!!!! top 3 best persons i've met on this app fr, the mark of true and honest friendship is that we KNOW we disagree on many things but that does NOT stop us from being such close friends, i don't think you realise how badly i want to be irl friends with you istg 😭😭

@no--net - If someone asked me one thing I wanted for you, I'd wish you could understand bangla, i just know I would recommend SO MANY feluda and byomkesh bakshi. 😫😫

@paloma-ascends-into-hellfire - I don't quite remember why we started following each other but I glad we did all the same, my first thought seeing you was literally that one song by Paris Paloma, solely because of the name, which btw hold you high HIGH in my mind!! Wish you the absolute BEST year ahead!

@anonymouse-is-here We haven't talked much but YOU'RE SO ADORABLE!!!! And also your blog is just 🤌🤌

@im-on-crack-send-help CHOTIIII!!!! you're like the sister i never had and i will kill to have 😀🔪. You should really be on less crack and more happiness cuz you deserve it :D. Also beware at night because I will come to you house to steal your eyes and hair and wardrobe, beware.......... ily uwu<3

@telugu-girl-13 - Honestly you're going to be the 2nd reason why I read pjo. You're blog gives me old b&w vibes and it's just top tier imo <3 adorable kwnekjfrnkjnr

@inhachoi0901 - we need to meet more often cuz YASS talking to you is so freaking fun, we also need to like sing together!<33(you also need to tell what shampoo you use)

@mi-stress-of-chaos - you're blog 🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇 teach me how to be aeshtetic like you sensei. Also, I'm grabbing a bucket and taking the stress far FAR away from you. you need a vacation i swear<33

@shadowseductress - omg you're like really beautiful, like beautiful like I'm gonna start singing apsara aali and then promptly trip and fall on my face, you're so badass ngl i kinda idolize you 😀😀😭.

@shinchansbitch - you need a shiro in your life, one that talks fr. You're weird but like the really fucking awesome kinda weird. I need tips from you, we need to sit down and you need to tell me your autobiography babe.

@no-idea-where-i-am-lost - Oh my god you're like dangerously adorable, like i need to put orange traffic cones around you, when you and @wulfricnavy get married invite me to the wedding, ashirvaad aur atta dono deke jaoongi.(cutie pie cutie cutie pieeeeeeeeeeeeee)

@natures-marvel - Solving that scavenger hunt with you was so freaking fun!!!!! you're amazing to to talk to and I think we have an mutual want for episode three 😭😭😭

@ineffable-bastard - You're so cool omg, LOVE that fact that your hair always a different colour and please NEVER stop tagging me you're like my no.1 source of tag games and tag games are a straight path to love <33

@hellincarnation - honestly in terms of you, i just don't know what to say, you are kind, you are sweet, you care, you are cute and adorable and with just the correct amount of spice, you're like god's perfect recipe, we met late in the year but it's like we've knows each other for years, getting to know you made ,my year infinitely better and holy shit i just want to minimize you put you in a jar and carry you around with me everywhere, you're an A+ dipshit but also a brother, please take care of yourself and keep showing up so that we can fight more.<333

@mireyaaaaaaaaa - you're not just a ray of sunshine you're the whole freaking sun, you're like and endless energy reserve(stop hogging all the energy give us peasants some!!), you love book and I love book, and now I love you<333. Let's interact more this next year, and all the very best for your 10th you will do well I just know it!!

@fujimomozane - I'm pretty sure we haven't talked yet but, you're always there, for that I thank you(psst you afk art gives me life<33)

@your-reluctant-optimist - you, I'm gonna put you in a little terrarium and I'm going to keep your pocket sized everything in my pocket<3333333333333333

@randomx123 - Dada !! Your art is just *chef's kiss 🤌🤌🤌* and the durga pujo at your house is "bhalobasha", this year we didn't talk very much but whenever you're on my dash I always get happy :D. Don't worry shob kichu bhalo jabe, relax and keep doing what you think is best 😁😁.

@hj-lives-on - yo! i don't think we've talked about anything relevant lmao, but i will say good music taste and let's like, talk about things that are...normal :D

@lyrebirb - You are ADORABLE period. i need to know more about you i swear you are utterly fascinating, we should 100% talk more please!!!<3

@androgynous-bhajipav - i can't believe we became such good friends in this short time!?? Payneland brought together and our dymanic kept us together<33

@mersinia - Us meeting was the best coincidence of this year lmao, the amount of tumblr things we have in common is baffling, we REALLY need to talk more.

@shubhadeep385 - Gave me gangster vibes from the beginning and turns out i was right 😂. But you're also an older brother, like fr. In the proper sense lmao, you told me to never trust boys and also told me the boy I have a crush on is *chomu*, if this isn't proper bhai behaviour i dunno what is. Take care of yourself next bochor, I'm always there 😁😁.

@sittininthepoopchair - I also saw you on my side blog and your adorable ass dad vibes were just too adorable for me to ignore. I might not be your target or comfortable audience but you're absolutely amazing and Seeing you talk about your kids always has been smiling <3.

I'm soo sorry if I missed anyone, but if you are someone I missed just know I love you I love your blog you are adorable as fuck and HAVE THE BEST NEW YEAR EVER!!!!!<3333333

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

[aziraphales-library]

Hi, there!

First I wanted to point out that your curation is absolutely incredible. Good omens has made me return to reading more often after a time when I had missed it. It was pretty hard getting back to it and having this gallery of stories available is something that helps a lot. Thank you, really.

I send this message to make a request and a recommendation. I just read "through the silent wood" by summerofspock on aO3 and it's simply incredible. my request is, in fact, for recommendations of other stories with a supernatural theme, more specifically those that unfold narratives with creatures, such as the fey or forest entities.

Thank you in advance, I love your work!

Hello! We have a #fantasy au tag with lots of fics like this, including the one you've mentioned (as well as other popular fics people will say I've forgotten so please check the tag!). Here are more to add to the collection...

Fair Fell by orphan_account (NR)

Crowley was not liked well in his village, but he finds solace in the woods with his friend Fell and his Mother's paranoia.

Sing Me A Song by TawnyOwl95 (E)

A beast has been attacking human and fae alike. Changeling Crowley sets out to kill it, convinced that if he returns to Tadfield-in-the-Wold a hero, the humans will finally accept him for who he truly is. Aziraphale has been a Tribute since he was a baby. A human child chosen by the Fae for his beauty, he is now too old to be valued by them. He hopes that by killing the beast the only family he's ever known with come to love him. Brought together by a shared goal, they soon discover they have much more in common than they realised.

Help, I Accidentally Married a Fae by fruchox (T)

Crowley hadn't meant to fall through a Faerie and into an accidental marriage with the Fae Ruler, Aziraphale. It's just that, as time passes, and as they overcome the problems that stand in front of getting Crowley home, he's not sure he wants to go back to his world after all.

The Loneli(ness) of a Wild Loch by Kedreeva (T)

Crowley has long enjoyed his peaceful, human life as the owner of a local pub on the shore of the Loch Ness. The only problem is that it's all a lie, and Aziraphale - the new cryptozoologist in town - has come to find the truth.

Act In Haste by Starlightdreamerstar (M)

Aziraphale’s father is dying and he can’t bear it. In the depths of his grief he remembers the stories his mother told of the Fair Folk and he runs into the woods, hoping to barter for a cure. But what happens when his offer is accepted by one of the Fae? Can he live with the deal he struck? And can his siblings be stopped before it’s too late?

one, two princes kneel before you by rainbowumbrella (M)

The man’s brows pinched together. “I’m not sure that I understand, I’m afraid. Do you need - oh, surely you don’t need me to go out and take a soul? I’m certainly not willing to do that.” “Nah, nothing quite so crass. Care to tell me your name?” asked Crowley. “Aziraphale,” answered the man, and something unmistakably shifted in the air. A deal with a fairy leaves Aziraphale with one month to find a suitable spouse in the fairy world. As the one who sealed the spell, Crowley takes an interest in this particular deal.

- Mod D

[mistressofstars]

A Lecture on Desire - Part IV

Pairing: Kathryn Hahn x Reader

Summary: Part 4. A lecture on The Price of Salt is supposed to be all about Therese and Carol, but when Professor Hahn locks eyes with you, lines blur. Slow-Burn. Non-magical AU

Word count: 1.5k

Part IV

Kathryn unlocks the office door with a smooth twist of her wrist and pushes it open. You follow, heart pounding. “So,” Kathryn starts, her voice light, almost disarmingly casual “What’s your curriculum like this semester? Packed, I imagine?” She tilts her head, the innocent tone in her voice a stark contrast to the intensity of her presence.

You nod, trying to match her casual tone. “Yeah, it’s… pretty full. A lot of reading.”

She hums thoughtfully, tilting her head as if the conversation were completely ordinary. “And you’re keeping up just fine, I hope?“, her voice almost sing-song.

“Yes,” you reply, though your voice is tighter than before, the tension beneath her surface calm coiling tighter around you.

Kathryn glances toward the door. “Good. I wouldn’t want you overwhelmed.” She smiles but when she moves to the door and shuts it with a soft click, the shift is instant.

The air feels heavier, thicker, and the room seems smaller somehow. When she turns back around her smile is replaced with that smirk, eyes dark.

Her smooth steps close the space between you, deliberate and steady, until she’s behind you.

Her breath skims the back of your neck, making your skin prickle. The silence stretches, heavy, until she places her hands at your shoulders. The lightest pressure, barely there, as if testing the effect. Her fingertips trail down your arms, her touch barely grazing you. She slides the coat off your shoulders, the fabric dragging against your skin but she doesn’t lay a finger on you.

Kathryn gestures to the chair opposite her desk, the simple command hanging in the air. “Take a seat.”

Her office is meticulously arranged, the walls are lined with dark wood bookshelves, heavy with textbooks, old classics, and some contemporary titles—everything in its place. A massive oak desk sits in front of you with papers neatly stacked to one side, and a sleek black pen rests beside an open notebook.

You glance at a framed photo on the wall, catching sight of Kathryn beside a woman with dark hair, heart shaped face and big brown eyes. There’s something familiar about her. The image feels professional, a posed moment, but there’s an undeniable closeness between them. Kathryn stands a little too close, her posture casual but confident, while the other woman’s body language matches hers, a subtle intimacy in the way they share the frame.

Kathryn notices and clears her throat, your attention immediately snaps back to her. She sat down in the chair opposite from you, the massive oak desk separating you.

Kathryn picks up a fountain pen and taps it against the edge of her desk, her eyes steady on you. “I’ve been thinking about this,” she says, her voice low, like she’s carefully choosing each word. “You’ve impressed me with your contributions in class. So, I’d like to make an offer.”

You blink, trying to make sense of what she’s implying. “An offer?”

She sits back slightly in her chair, eyes glinting with a subtle, knowing look. “How would you feel about becoming my personal assistant? You’d be managing the usual, the appointments, the messages—but there are certain… tasks, more personal in nature“

You blink, caught off guard by her words. The offer hangs in the air, the weight of it pressing down on you. Her eyes never leave yours, her expression calm but expectant. The question is simple, but the implication is anything but.

You hesitate for a moment, trying to process what she’s said. “Your assistant?” you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Kathryn’s lips curl into a slight smile, her fingers still tracing the pen with a casual, almost hypnotic rhythm. “Yes. My personal assistant,” she confirms. „I mean if you‘re not interested I‘d understand“, Professor Hahn says innocently.

“Think of it as an opportunity to work more closely with me, outside the classroom.“ She gets up from her chair and walks around her desk and leans against it right in fron’t of you. She continues, her tone almost conversational. “And trust me, this position will be far more rewarding than your little barista job—financially and otherwise.” After a short pause she adds, “I’ve always believed in rewarding those who excel.”

You swallow hard.

Kathryn’s eyes are fixed on you, waiting, her lips pouting, as if she already knows your answer.

“Alright,” you finally say, your voice steady. “I’ll do it. I’ll be your assistant.”

Kathryn leans back in her chair, her expression unreadable, though something flashes behind her eyes—satisfaction, maybe?

”How… would this work, exactly?“ you ask, your hands gripping the edge of your chair.

Kathryn wipes her hair out of her face in a fluid motion, “I thought you might ask that.” She leans back, her gaze still locked on you, before reaching for the drawer of her desk. The smooth glide of the drawer’s opening feels almost theatrical.

From inside, she produces an envelope. She taps it lightly against her palm as she stands, rounding the desk with languid ease. When she reaches your side, she doesn’t hand it to you. Instead, she lays it on the desk in front of you.

“This,” she says, her voice low, “is the formal arrangement…a contract if you will.“

You stare at the envelope. “Open it,” Kathryn says, her voice a velvet command.

She reaches for something on her desk,

a letter opener, sleek and silver, she offers it to you. Glancing up at her, the older woman’s expression gives nothing away.

You hesitate, the envelope trembling slightly under your grip. “Need help?” she asks, her tone teasing, almost condescending. Before you can answer, she moves closer, leaning down.

Her hand, feather-light but commanding, brushes over yours, guiding the letter opener to the top of the envelope. She doesn’t press, she lets you do the work, but her touch lingers, her fingers grazing yours with maddening precision.

The blade glides through the paper. The faint scent of her perfume, spicy, woody, dangerously alluring, wraps around you, making it hard to think clearly.

“There we go,” Kathryn murmurs, her voice so close it sends a shiver down your spine. “You seem capable of handling instructions. That’s a start.” She steps back just enough, letting you open the envelope fully on your own.

As you scan the first few lines, Kathryn circles you. Your eyes catch on a section titled “Confidentiality Agreement”: “The assistant agrees to maintain absolute discretion about the details of this arrangement, particularly regarding any tasks or interactions deemed ‘non-standard.’

Your throat tightens, but you move to the next section. “Exclusivity Clause”: “The assistant shall not perform similar duties for any other faculty member or individual without prior written consent from Prof. Dr. Hahn.

Her hand comes to rest lightly on the back of your chair. The soft scrape of her nail against the wood sends another shiver through you.

You glance back down. “Termination Clause”: “Any breach of the agreement will result in the immediate termination of the assistant’s position, with additional consequences at the discretion of Prof. Dr. Hahn.”

Her hand slides onto your shoulder, much like before, but this time with an assertive pressure.

Your pulse quickens as your gaze shifts to the next clause. “Written Consent Clause”: “Tasks beyond the standard assistant duties will require the assistant’s explicit, written consent. By signing, the assistant agrees to undertake such tasks.“

She lingers there, not moving, the quiet pressure enough to send a pulse of heat racing through your body.

Her thumb brushes against the slope of your shoulder before her fingers trail downward in a slow, precise motion, just barely grazing your arm. It’s not enough to fully disarm you—only enough to set every nerve in your body alight. “Take your time,” she murmurs, her voice low, intimate, close to your ear.

You breathe, nodding, your eyes drift back to a final section, “Special Considerations”.“Certain tasks may require a degree of proximity, whether physical or emotional. The assistant agrees to approach these with an understanding that some situations may necessitate a adaptable response.”

The warmth of her breath hits the side of your neck, and you realize—this touch, this moment, is no accident. And that’s when her hand pulls away, the absence almost more shocking than the touch itself.

“Well?” she asks, her tone now light, conversational, as if the moment hadn’t just happened. “Any questions about the terms?”

…

The next morning, you quit your newly found barista job. You signed the contract that night, your hand trembling slightly as you did. She had watched with those cool, impassive grey eyes, giving nothing away.

She didn’t give you a copy, only slipped it back into its envelope. A few days later, after her lecture, you were set to meet again. She’d mentioned an out-of-town buisness trip that would occupy her until then.

Authors note: Did I say spicy, hmm? Seems someone’s feeling a little impatient… and oh, so easy to lead on. Keep that eagerness up and I won‘t disappoint.

Happy New Year x

[danielmolloystits]

call that a dinner date (armand/daniel, armand/daniel/f!OC) (1/1)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61802263

Summary:

Valerie shrugs. “I always wanted to try it.” Her eyes flit over Daniel’s face quickly, like she’s performing some sort of mental calculation, before she eventually adds, “You know, getting railed by a stranger. No strings attached. Doing something truly wild for once.” Daniel likes the way her lashes flutter, girlish and pretty. He can’t wait to eat her. “How wild were you thinking you wanted to get?” he asks, his eyes sliding past her to settle on Armand. She turns to follow his gaze, before flushing when she realizes what he’s implying. “Do you mean—” “Ever had a threesome, Valerie?” — Daniel gets dinner for himself and Armand.

Rating: E Pairing: M/M, M/M/F (Armand/Daniel, Armand/Daniel/Original Female Character) WC: ~2.5k

Armand’s hands are cool where they press into Daniel’s sides, his nails scraping quickly-fading lines in the skin of his fledgling’s hips as they dance. Every so often, they toe the line of what’s acceptable in public—Armand clutching at Daniel’s ass or his fingers dipping dangerously low and teasing at his graying pubic hair (and, not for the first time, Daniel wishes he’d had enough warning to trim before Armand turned him). Or, rather, what would be acceptable, in any kind of establishment other than the one that they’re currently in: upper-crust, dark, discreet. The kind of place with private rooms and staff who don’t ask too many questions. The kind of place with a dedicated dungeon. Not Daniel’s usual scene—he’s always liked his sex clubs with a little bit of grime in them, thank you very much—but whatever.

Armand had insisted.

“Lover, you’re distracted,” his maker whispers in his ear, still swaying in time with the music, before sucking the lobe into his mouth and biting down. Despite himself, Daniel gasps. “Am I not entitled to your attention? Am I boring you?”

“Maybe,” Daniel offers, rolling his hips into Armand’s and earning himself a bitten-off growl for his efforts. “Do something worth paying attention to.”

Armand grins at that, sharp and mean; Daniel can feel it pressing into his neck. “You would do well to remember, beloved, that I can set fires with my mind.”

“As if I ever forget.”

“Sometimes I worry you don’t remember enough,” Armand murmurs, and his fingertips singe Daniel’s waist where he holds him, just enough to make the skin sizzle. And Daniel knows he’s a freak pervert, all right, because it makes his cock throb in the black jeans Armand had cajoled him into wearing.

Daniel’s voice is only a little strangled when he says, “You could remind me.”

“Hm.” Armand’s voice lilts in feigned contemplation as his hands wander down to grab at Daniel’s ass again. “Perhaps I could.” He squeezes, then, hard; Daniel writhes into his touch. “But I want you to do something for me first.”

“Oh?”

The pinprick of fangs against Daniel’s neck. “Fetch me dinner.”

Daniel laughs, throaty and full. “Sure, babe. Whatever you want.”

Armand leans his head back to look his fledgling in the eye. His hands, however, don’t move. “Get us someone pretty,” he says, his gaze nothing short of adoring even as his tone is playful.

“Aye, aye, Captain.” Daniel gives him a lazy salute, before slithering out of Armand’s grasp and making his way off of the dance floor and over to the bar.

He spots his target right away: a woman, mid-40s, with curly brown hair all swept to one side. She has tantalizingly full hips that stretch the fabric of the little black dress she’s wearing, her neck long and exposed and utterly bite-able. But that isn’t what attracts Daniel to her (though it certainly doesn’t hurt). No, that would be the stench of impending death that clings to her underneath the warm, spicy aroma of her perfume.

Cancer, aggressive. She probably has two good months before she shrivels into nothing.

When Daniel peers into her mind, he sees that she knows it, too—has known for weeks now. Sees that she’s refusing treatment; evidently, she doesn’t want to prolong the inevitable. She’s made her peace with the prognosis and would rather meet the end on her own terms. It’s why she’s here, in fact: another item on the bucket list to cross off.

Somebody half in love with an easeful death, Daniel thinks, before sidling up next to her. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asks, letting his gaze rake over her figure. Just enough to signal his interest, but not so aggressive as to be creepy. The woman smiles politely, a little bemused. She thinks he’s handsome, Daniel knows, but there’s an element of suspicion there, too. “I thought you were here with him,” she says, nodding over to where Armand is still dancing. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Daniel gives her what he hopes is his most charming look. “Who do you think insisted I come over and talk to you?”

Her smiles grows a little less reluctant. “I suppose a drink couldn’t hurt, then.” She extends a hand for him to shake. “I’m Valerie,” she says. “And you are?”

He accepts the offered hand, grasping her fingers delicately in his own for just a moment too long. Intimate. “Daniel.”

Something like recognition lights up in her eyes. “Daniel, eh?” She tactfully doesn’t comment beyond that, though. “I’ll have a glass of red, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure thing,” Daniel says, before turning to the bartender to order two cab-savs. Then, even though he already knows the answer, he asks, “So, do you come to these sorts of places often?”

Valerie laughs, a touch bashful. “Hardly. I came here tonight on a lark, really.”

“Oh?” Daniel pays the bartender as he slides the drinks over to them, handing one to Valerie and keeping the other for himself. “And how are you finding it so far?”

“Boring, mostly,” she replies, grinning ruefully into the rim of her glass. “Though it’s gotten better in the past few minutes, I must admit.”

“Happy to help,” Daniel says cheekily, taking a sip of wine that tastes like bland paste. “What made you decide to come out, if this sort of thing isn’t usually your scene?”

“Honestly?” Valerie searches his face for something. She must find it, because she confesses, “I’m dying. Lung cancer, stage IV. No treatment options—they caught it too late.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Daniel tells her, feigning surprise.

She rolls her eyes, and for a brief instant it makes her look decades younger. “God, don’t pity me. I hate that sort of thing.” She sweeps her hair to the other side of her neck, a nervous gesture. A tell. “I just want to make the most of it, you know?”

“So you thought, hey, why not hit up a sex club?”

“Pretty much.”

“I’m not sure that’s where most peoples’ minds would’ve gone,” Daniel remarks dryly.

Valerie shrugs. “I always wanted to try it.” Her eyes flit over Daniel’s face quickly, like she’s performing some sort of mental calculation, before she eventually adds, “You know, getting railed by a stranger. No strings attached. Doing something truly wild for once.”

Daniel likes the way her lashes flutter, girlish and pretty. He can’t wait to eat her. “How wild were you thinking you wanted to get?” he asks, his eyes sliding past her to settle on Armand.

She turns to follow his gaze, before flushing when she realizes what he’s implying. “Do you mean—”

“Ever had a threesome, Valerie?”

“I—” She cuts herself off. Pauses briefly, then says, “No, I haven’t.”

“Would you like to?”

Valerie laughs, like she can’t quite believe this is really happening. “You know what? Yeah, fuck it, why not.”

+

Armand kisses her on the hand when they walk over to greet him. “Valerie, did you say your name was? You’re stunning.”

“And you’re a flatterer,” she shoots back, smirking. “Rare to see a young man with manners these days.”

“I’m not as young as I look,” Armand says mysteriously; Daniel smothers a snort at the obviousness of it. Then, his maker leans up to whisper, low and seductive, in the woman’s ear: “Though I hope you taste as good as you look.”

“Only one way to find out,” Valerie murmurs. Her cheeks are attractively pink, filled hot and vital with her blood.

Armand smiles flirtatiously and grabs her by the hand, leading her up the stairs towards the private rooms. Despite her illness, Valerie’s pulse is strong under her skin as she follows. Daniel syncs his footsteps to the steady rhythm of her heart, counting each beat with increasing hunger. By the time they make it to their room, he’s already hard in his jeans.

Valerie, however, looks a little nervous as she steps inside, sitting down stiffly at the foot of the bed. She chuckles awkwardly. “I’m not exactly sure what we’re supposed to do now. I didn’t think that far ahead.”

“Well,” Armand says smoothly, dropping to his floor in front of her and placing a hand on either of her knees. “I believe we had mentioned something about tasting you.” He glances up at her, and although Daniel can’t see, he can imagine the exact look he’s giving her right now. The one that’s a dead ringer for a fairy tale prince. “If that’s all right with you?”

“Yeah,” Valerie says, already breathless. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Good,” Daniel says, sliding around to settle behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and caging his legs around hers. She startles for a second, before relaxing into the touch and leaning her weight back onto his chest. He hooks his head over her shoulder, to give himself a better view of his maker as he spreads her legs apart.

“You’ll have to forgive me if I take my time,” Armand says, gazing up at Valerie through his lashes. “I’d really rather savor this.” Then, he slides his hands under her dress over her thighs, rucking it up to her hips and exposing the thin, red lace of her panties to the air conditioning.

“Consider yourself forgiven,” Valerie giggles, sounding almost a touch hysterical. In her mind, Daniel can hear her wondering if this is all some sort of impossibly hot dream. It makes him grin into the bare skin of her neck, before he lays an open-mouthed kiss there. At the same time, Armand presses his lips to her inner thigh. “Oh,” she moans, wriggling like she isn’t sure which touch to push into.

Daniel snakes one of his hands up her stomach to palm at her breast, rubbing his thumb over her hardening nipple while Armand works his way inwards, lavishing feather-light kisses to the sensitive flesh of her legs as his fingers skate closer to the center of her, a slow and deliberate creep that makes Valerie squirm in anticipation. Daniel’s nose is filled with the rich, heady scent of her arousal, and with his tongue pressing against her pulse point, he can almost taste the way the endorphins are flooding her blood.

When Armand finally reaches the apex of her thighs, petting the soaked fabric that covers the core of her, Valerie cries out, her hands clutching desperately to Daniel’s arms. “More,” she pleads, attempting to writhe into Armand’s hand.

“You’re lovely when you beg,” Armand murmurs, before acquiescing and pulling her underwear to the side so he can slide his clever fingers where she needs them most. Valerie throws her head back onto Daniel’s shoulder, a shuddery little sigh escaping from between her lips.

She really is lovely—Daniel wants to devour the noises she’s making. When he uses his free hand to turn her face and bring her mouth to his, he’s instantly rewarded with another moan, and it’s exactly as satisfying as he’d hoped it would be, needy and high-pitched like it’s being dragged straight from her throat. He scrapes the nails of his other hand lightly over her breast, his touch teasing, and relishes in the way it makes her shiver against him.

Armand, meanwhile, is rubbing slow and methodical circles around Valerie’s clit, as careful in this as he is in all things. It’s clearly driving her into a frenzy, making her whimper and keen, but Daniel can tell it’s not going to be enough to get her off—that she needs a rougher touch to get there, that she needs a little more contact. So he walks his fingers down her side once more, over her hip, and then buries them in his maker’s hair.

“Here, sweetie, let me help,” he says against Valerie’s mouth, tugging on Armand’s curls until he’s dragged flush against her pelvis, his hand falling away to be replaced with his tongue. “You want to make a mess of him, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her mouth dropping open in a plaintive whine. “God, yes.”

“Let me know when I hit the spot,” Daniel instructs softly, and then uses his grip on Armand’s hair to begin maneuvering him. Armand obediently goes loose and pliant in his grasp, allowing himself to be manipulated as easily as anything; as Daniel compels him to move his mouth on her, he lets out a groan of his own, the sound of it muffled with him pressed as he is to Valerie’s cunt. Daniel guides him to eat her out harder, faster, until she begins screaming so loud that Daniel has to swallow her cries in another kiss.

“There, fuck, there,” she pants when they break apart again, hips bucking up into Armand’s face. “Fuck, fuck, don’t stop.”

Armand doesn’t—Daniel doesn’t let him—and it isn’t long before she’s twitching and convulsing, caught between the two of them as her climax overtakes her.

The two of them, maker and fledgling, catch each other’s eyes, and no words need to be spoken in order for the directive to be clear. Armand rises, and Daniel uses the hand in his hair to guide him to Valerie’s neck, and then both of them are biting into mirrored carotids and draining the life from this sick, happy woman.

“What are you—” she whispers, delirious and only half-cognizant.

Rest, Daniel projects into her mind, at the same time he���s certain Armand does the same, and she immediately goes limp in their arms as they continue to feed.

By the time she’s nearly empty, dying a peaceful and blissful death, both of them are high on the euphoric chemicals in her blood. As they release her to fall back onto the mattress, they lunge for one another, smearing AB+ all over their mouths in their haste to shove their tongues down each other’s throats.

In mere moments, Armand has straddled Daniel and a hand worked into his jeans, and Daniel has two fistfuls of Armand’s ass, and neither of them is going to last long but they both feel too good to really care about that. They’re like teenagers again, overwhelmed with hormones and feverishly horny, rutting against one another without any grace or finesse.

Afterwards, they’ll have to take care of the body. They’ll have to make sure no one notices anything that they shouldn’t. But for now, the only thing that matters in the world is the two of them, and Valerie, and the sacrament of life that she has gifted them. All that matters is the way affection pours from Armand’s mouth into Daniel’s, from Daniel’s mouth into Armand’s. All that matters is this moment, holy and reverent and eternal. All that matters is them.

[silverynight]

The cursed forest

"I'm sorry, Tanjirou," Kie looks at him with worry as she keeps cradling a very sleepy Rokuta in her arms. "But your little brother has a fever, and that flower is the only thing that can work on him this time. I wouldn't ask you to do this if there was–"

"It's alright," Tanjirou assures his mother with a sincere smile on his face. "I'll be back soon."

"I can go with you," Nezuko says, not even trying to hide the concern in her voice.

"You have to take care of the others while our mother focuses on Rokuta," Tanjirou reminds her. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

But even as he says that, they both know the place he's about to walk in is really dangerous.

Tanjirou doesn't know if he'll be actually fine or that he'll come back at all.

He takes the axe before leaving.

All the Kamados have always avoided the cursed forest; the only one who managed to walk in and out alive was his father, but he got sick and passed away a few years ago.

Tanjirou closes his eyes and prays to his father's spirit to guide him through the woods.

At some point, he starts feeling as if someone is watching him... actually, there are nine scents in the forest, very close to him.

Tanjirou turns around for a moment, and although the shadows are fast, he notices a couple of tails and different pairs of pointy ears.

Wolves. He prays again they're not trying to hunt him as he keeps moving forward because he has no other choice.

He remembers his father talking about the forest and that particular flower; when Tanjirou finds it, he allows himself to believe that it's his father the one who's guiding him.

The problem is that the plant usually grows in boulders or cliffs, and they are always very difficult to reach.

But Tanjirou is not going to give up. The problem is that he has to leave the axe on the ground.

Carefully, he starts climbing, but the surface isn't quite ideal for that, so Tanjirou has to think where he's going to place his feet and hands before actually doing it.

He doesn't look down, but he knows he's pretty high now; if he falls, he'll probably break something (in the best case scenario).

Taking a deep breath, Tanjirou leans his body slightly forward as he frees one of his hands in order to grab the flower.

He feels the moment one of his feet moves because something underneath it breaks; he stumbles a bit, but he doesn't fall.

At least not then. He does fall when he tries to and succeeds in grabbing the flower.

That's when he falls.

But he doesn't actually hit the ground; he lands into a pair of strong arms.

"Should be more careful next time, pretty," a tall man with white hair and a very flashy headband says, smirking at him.

"Thank you!" Tanjirou smiles, feeling relieved. "You saved my life!"

"It was my pleasure," the man says before rubbing their noses together, prompting the redhead to blush and the wolves around to growl. "Come on! Don't be jealous!"

Tanjirou doesn't understand why a pack of eight wolves are gathered around them or why the man carrying him seem to be talking to them like they understand every single word he says.

But he doesn't have the time to figure anything out.

"I have to go, sorry! My brother is sick."

"I'll take you home, Tanjirou," the man winks. "Trust me. It'll be faster. I'm Uzui Tengen, by the way."

"It's a pleasure!" As Uzui begins to run with Tanjirou in his arms, it occurs to him, that he never introduced himself.

How does Uzui know his name?

***

He barely sleeps that night, he helps his mother make a tea with the yellow flower and encourages his little brother to drink it as he hums a lullaby; Tanjirou has never been good at singing, but a soft hum he always can manage.

He only goes back to his room when Rokuta shows signs of getting better and gets a glimpse of something waiting outside through his window. There are nine colorful wolves, although they seem to be calm, just sitting out there. Tanjirou worries for a moment, but when he turns to see again, it seems they're gone. He tells himself he's seeing things because he's tired so he heads back to his futon and immediately falls asleep.

Things go back to normal in the next weeks, although Tanjirou kinda wants return to the cursed forest and thank Uzui and his wolves for saving him. He shakes his head. No, they can't be his wolves; it's ridiculous, besides, those creatures he thought he saw were too big for normal wolves and the colors of their furs... he probably imagined that too.

"You can't go back," Nezuko pleads, looking concerned again. "You were lucky once, but you might not be next time. So please don't."

He doesn't, he goes back to the safe path he had always knew and cuts trees from another area of the forest.

However, fate eventually pulls him back into that place. This time, he follows Hanako's footsteps after Takeo tells Tanjirou she went missing a few minutes ago. They were playing near the cursed forest, even though their mother had told them not to a couple of times.

Tanjirou rushes inside, calling out her name and following her scent; bu there are multiple weird scents in that places, and it's easy for him to get confused.

But then, he sees him; a man with yellow and red hair, holding a scared Hanako in his arms. He gets closer to Tanjirou with a kind and friendly smile on his face.

"She's not hurt, Tanjirou," he assures the redhead before introducing himself as Rengoku Kyojuro.

"Thank you so much!"

"It was my pleasure, my boy!" Rengoku assures him before kissing the back of Tanjirou's hand. "We'll always be here to help you!"

That's the first night he dreams of wolves, but not any wolves, those particular wolves. And in his dreams, they can shape-shift into humans wearing beautiful haoris; they seem like warriors, all of them trying to keep people safe from all the thing that happen in that forest.

But it's just a dream.

"I don't trust them," Nezuko mumbles, after Tanjirou finishes telling her the dream.

"It was a dream," he reminds her gently.

"Dreams sometimes mean something."

"You should trust them," Hanako cuts in then, startling her older siblings. "Trust Rengoku because he saved me and he's in love with Tanjirou."

"He's not," the redhead shakes his head, feeling his cheeks suddenly hot. "Please don't say things like that. You... We barely know him."

"It was so obvious!" She giggles. "The way he looked at you. He couldn't hide it even if he wanted to!"

***

The next time, he meets Iguro Obanai and Kanroji Mitsuri as he's been chased by a man who got angry after Tanjirou pushed him away from his crying wife. It seems the woman left him for his violent nature and he blames Tanjirou for it.

Tanjirou doesn't want to fight him, so he tries to talk him out of it, but he's drunk and full of pain and anger inside his heart.

They rush into the cursed forest, even though Tanjirou tells him they should stop before anything happens, but that's when the man grabs him by the scarf and slams him against a tree. The redhead gets dizzy and confused, but when he regains his strength and manages to rise from the ground, the man is gone.

"It's alright now, darling," a beautiful girl with pink hair assures him.

"He won't bother you again," the man with mismatched eyes next to her says, although the tone of his voice sends shivers through Tanjirou's spine for some reason.

They walk him home and Iguro tells him a couple of things about Kaburamaru, the snake over his shoulders, as Kanroji makes sure Tanjirou doesn't have any serious injuries.

They're good people, he can tell.

***

He dreams of them again... well, just one of them; a woman whom Tanjirou has never seen before.

She wears a beautiful haori with sleeves that look like butterfly wings.

In the dream, she explains to Tanjirou that they all are werewolves and have been keeping an eye on him for a while now.

"We want you to be our mate," Kocho says, smiling hopefully at him. "We have fallen in love with you and we want to be with you forever, Tanjirou. But we can court you first."

Then she says something about a bite; they'll have to bite Tanjirou on the neck if he agrees to be their mate after the courtship, but all those bites will eventually change him. He'll be bound to them and turn into one of them too.

A werewolf.

Tanjirou wakes up a bit tired after that dream, but he tries not to think too much about it because it was obviously just that.

He has heard people talk about forest spirits, demons, and creatures so much that he somehow combined everything and turned it into a vivid dream.

***

A few days later, a young man with dark hair and deep blue eyes runs into him on his way back to the house.

Tomioka takes the empty basket Tanjirou's attached to his back and helps him carry it until they get to his home.

Tanjirou is not sure why he decides to trust him, but he feels safe around him and even though he doesn't talk that much, he certainly likes to listen to Tanjirou speak about his family.

When they're in front of the house, Tomioka gives him back the basket and bows in front of him before cradling his face with both hands and pressing their foreheads together.

Tanjirou can't help but smile at him.

"Thank you, Tomioka-san!"

"I hope to see you soon, Tanjirou."

Then, as he walks into his home and all his siblings greet him, Tanjirou realizes that Tomioka never told him his name.

But he's sure that young man is Tomioka Giyuu for some reason.

Although that's completely crazy. No, he must've introduced himself at some point, right?

Tanjirou just doesn't remember that part at the moment.

***

This is his fault; he doesn't listen to the woman in the village and rushes home instead of staying inside an inn for the night.

But Tanjirou needs to save enough money for his family, and he believes he can make it before the snowstorm falls all over the mountain.

He's completely wrong.

It gets so bad the snow doesn't allow him to see anything far ahead, and Tanjirou gets lost and so cold for a moment his bones start hurting. He knows he can't run, but he shouldn't stop because he'll probably pass out and die right then and there.

Tanjirou wishes he had put more clothes on that morning; those are not enough to keep him warm.

His eyes close for a moment, and he falls on the snow as his vision blurrs and turns black. He wakes up only to see a huge brownish wolf with white eyes looming over him.

Tanjirou thinks he's going to kill him, but something in his chest tells him he's completely safe with him.

He passes out again.

When he manages to wake up a second time, he feels so much better. He's inside a house, lying next to a fireplace and curled up to the wolf on the floor. Tanjirou is using the wolf's back as a pillow; his fur is so soft the redhead is tempted to lie there a bit longer.

But he needs to know what happened.

"Himejima-san?" Tanjirou blinks in confusion at his own words. Why would he know the wolf's name?

As soon as he gets up, the wolf does the same and his body starts shining.

It has to be a dream. Tanjirou is sure of it, especially after he watches the wolf turn into the tallest man he's ever seen. Fortunately, clothes appear over his body too.

"I'm glad you're feeling better, Tanjirou."

After a few seconds, someone else gets in the house; Himejima turns towards the sound and instinctively puts the redhead behind himself.

A very young man with long, dark and light green/blueish hair walks inside and is about to tell Himejima something when his eyes meet Tanjirou's.

Tokito smile turns huge as his eyes glimmer with joy.

"Tanjirou!" He beams, pulling the confused redhead into his arms. "You finally came to pay us a visit!"

"I found him freezing in the forest," Himejima cuts in, prompting Tokito's smile to fade.

As Himejima explains what happened, Tanjirou realizes that he's a bit hurt from when he fell outside, but he shouldn't be able to feel anything because he's dreaming...

Or maybe he's not.

"I need to go back home! My family must be worried!"

"Tanjirou," Himejima kneels in front of him before finding his shoulders and placing gentle, warm hands over them. "I'd do anything you asked me to, but right now there's a snowstorm outside and while my body can endure that kind of weather, yours can't. I don't want to risk your life so please let's wait here until the storm ends."

Tanjirou nods, knowing he's right. He also has the feeling that he only wants to protect and take care of him, which is weird because they just met... right?

"I'll tell the others!" Tokito says before rushing towards the entrance, Tanjirou doesn't have the time to stop him.

"He'll be fine. He's a werewolf like me."

Werewolves. Those people are werewolves and somehow Tanjirou is not dreaming.

***

They all are here. The people he's met, in reality and in dreams; they all rush towards him with worry and fuss over him like their hearts would break if something ever happened to him.

Something inside Tanjirou's chest clicks like a missing piece of a puzzle; he has the feeling that he's known all those people for a while, for a long time actually and that he loves them very much.

Even the wild one; the man with scars all over his chest, white hair and slightly terrifying expression, he's frowning at Tanjirou like he's mad, but the redhead feels perfectly safe around him, even though his brain tells him he hasn't seen him before.

"What were you thinking being outside during a snowstorm?" Shinazugawa growls, taking a few steps towards the redhead.

"Sanemi, stop," Kocho scolds him. "The important thing is that he's safe."

"YOU COULD'VE DIED!" Shinazugawa ignores her, still glaring at Tanjirou. "You're weak and fucking fragile and you haven't turned yet..."

The human is not afraid because he feels like he's know him his whole life and he knows this is how Shinazugawa expresses his concern. He is afraid... he doesn't want anything to happen to Tanjirou.

"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time."

Shinazugawa's expression changes to something more vulnerable then before he pulls Tanjirou into his arms. Then, as the others take turns to hug him too, he makes a tea for the human.

They sit in a circle close to the fireplace; Tanjirou looks at their faces, at Kyojuro's white, sharp teeth when he laughs, at Shinobu's smile and the signs that it's a genuine one, at the way Obanai sometimes leans closer to Mitsuri, but keeps staring at him like Tanjirou's precious to him too, at Muichiro's evident affection, at Giyuu's shy yet very expressive eyes, at Tengen's smirk and the way it changes into something more soft when Tanjirou's eyes meet his, at Mitsuri's insistence on sharing her favorite food with him, at Sanemi's obvious concern that often turns into overprotective mode, and at the way Gyomei keeps turning towards where Tanjirou's voice is.

His soul knows them, it has known them for a while. He feels safe and happy with them.

This is home too.

"Tanjirou, why are you crying? Are you alright?" Suddenly, Kyojuro is in front of him, wiping his tears away.

"I'm f-fine," he stammers, smiling at all the concerned faces in front of him. It feels so good to be so loved. "I just... I feel like I know you already, like I always have. It's a bit overwhelming."

"Of course you know us, darling!" Mitsuri beams. "You're our destined mate!"

"I know it's a lot to take in right now, Tanjirou," Giyuu cuts in, taking one of his hands. "But we can explain everything to you as many times as you need. The most important thing you need to know at the moment is that we love you, we truly do."

Tanjirou blushes to the tip of his ears, feeling like he does love them too, but he doesn't want to rush anything, so he just nods.

"Would you let us court you?" Tengen asks, smiling softly.

"Yes, I'd like that."

"It looks like the storm is finally over now," Sanemi comments, prompting Muichiro to pout. "We can take you to your family's home now. But we'll see you tomorrow for your first gift."

"Alright!"

They ask for a forehead kiss before going out, so Tanjirou gladly gives them one to each of them.

He has a lot of things to tell his family.

***

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FIC REC WEEK 53 – 2024 FAVORITES

Slippery When Wet by lomku

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,700 Tags: Armor Kink, Alcohol Abuse, Rough Sex

Summary: It starts with a glance, lingering just this side of too long. Tony feels it on the skin of his neck, dripping gently downwards along with the flight gel, Steve's gaze a heavy weight.

Reasons why I love it: This whole fic is just poetry to me. The escalation of Steve and Tony's attraction to each other is so beautiful, and the SMUT, my god, some of the best I've ever read, I swear to god. I adore this fic with all my heart, and I hope you check it out for yourself, because it's incredible!

(Cat)fish or Cut Bait by BladeoftheNebula

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 8,813 Tags: College AU, Identity Issues, Misunderstandings

Summary: All the shots Steve showed him were of some six-foot model with dark artfully-styled hair, and the beginnings of a well kept moustache and goatee, and clothes that definitely cost more than their rent. He also always seemed to be standing in front of a gorgeous coastline, or some luxury, million-dollar house. And Steve wasn’t in a single one. Which was when Sam realised this was all a scam. A harmless scam intended to raise Steve’s self-esteem, sure, but a scam nonetheless. Sam's just happy that Steve's happy - even if his new guy is completely made up. Because surely Tony is too good to be true. Right?

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, poor Steve, I love him so much. And Sam and Bucky, you sweet summer children, you truly do have a lot of groveling in your future! I love this fic so much, the set-up is perfect and the punchline at the end had me grinning like a lunatic. Definitely check this one out, it's wonderful!

The Therapy Session by sabrecmc

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 9,951 Tags: Divorce, Getting Back Together, Oblivious Steve

Summary: Steve has never loved Tony, not really. He knows that Tony deserves better. Divorce is a way to set Tony free. Tony wants Steve to go to a therapy session first, which is fine. Steve can do that. It's not like one session is going to change anything.

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, oblivious Steve is my favorite. The progression of this whole therapy session is SO well written, I was hanging on to every word. And the inevitable conclusion just made my heart sing, it's so damn good! Do yourself a favor and put this one on your reading list, I promise you won't regret it!

Vacation Days by FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,503 Tags: Domestic, Romance, Travel

Summary: "Relax," Hill said with a smile. "You're not in trouble." Steve let out a slow breath. "How can I help you?" Hill folded her hands over the desk. "We need you to take a vacation." Steve blinked. "I don't…" "Like, literally. Our annual accounts audit determined that you have"—she checked her screen—"sixty-five days of vacation accrued. I realize our relationship with the Avengers is different from the rest of our agents, but you, Agent Romanov, and Agent Barton are all technically employees, and SHIELD requires that employees take at least seven days of their allotted vacation per year. In the past three years, you've taken zero. So we need you to go on vacation for at least twenty-one days."

Reasons why I love it: Aaaaah! I'm still squealing as I type this. I only found this fic recently, and I'm SO happy I did, because it's amazing!! If you're in desperate need of a vacation yourself, this fic definitely gave me the warm and fuzzies I would want from one, so go ahead and live vicariously through Steve and Tony here, it's so good!

pretty baited trap by Areiton

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 3,174 Tags: A/B/O, Service Top Steve, Consensual Infidelity

Summary: The first time Tony walks into the Trisk, he’s following Tiberius, his eyes downcast, a perfect five steps behind his Alpha. He’s wearing a suit, cut in traditional omega style, because he’s an asset, a part of the display of wealth and power as much as the car they arrived in and the expensive watch Ty is wearing, the deliberate slight of being late and the bottle of wine that hangs from three fingers, careless, like it’s not worth several thousand dollars. It’s the same display Ty has put on a dozen and more times since they Bonded. The only thing that changes is the location, the Alpha that Ty is trying to impress. Where Tony ends up. His role in the evening’s proceedings. Those are already determined. This is a business deal and he is the pretty baited trap.

Reasons why I love it: Holy shit, Steve in this fic makes my heart flutter. He's super possessive and protective, but in a very sweet way? It's hard to explain. Plus, who doesn't love a Steve Rogers who's dripping in power being absolutely smitten with Tony? This fic is amazing, and you should definitely read it!

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Alhaitham x reader (fluff/comfort)

In summary, it’s about how you react to losing a loved one and how Alhaitham would comfort you! Read as you will keeping that in mind, i wrote it pretty sad

Love this man

Song: what are you doing the rest of your life by frank sinatra

She was your light. So cheery, so wonderful, and so full of love for everything. The night you received the news she succumbed to her eleazar, you didn’t know what to do. Gone, in an instant. You hadn’t been there to be with her, hell, she never told you she had eleazar until it was very much too late.

Her favorite song was an old one she had bought from a vendor long ago. The old man had given it to her for free, said she reminded him of his daughter. She played it everyday when you came over to her house, pulling you in by your hands and leading you in a grand dance where she pretended to be a handsome man sweeping you off of your feet while dramatically singing the song.

“I want to see your face in every kind of light.” She wiggled her very drawn in eyebrows at you as she pulled you in. A weird hat adorned her head and a straight coat way too big for her was wrapped around her frame. “In fields of dawn and forests of the night~” You cackled and pretended to swoon over your friend, putting your hand to fan yourself dramatically.

You laughed at her god awful impression, but danced with her nonetheless. Her hair swished and bounced when she spun you around in a circle with her by the ends of your fingertips. You had all the words memorized in a short time, and you would both draw mustaches on yourself to try to one up each other’s impression of a gentleman trying to woo you.

Her parents walked in fuming when they saw the ink staining your faces. Both of you were rolling on the floor after looking in the mirror, and took a photo with a kamera with your faces smudged all over with the ink.

As in her will, she wanted you to have the song. To “play it when you think of me” it said in the written words. Tears were already flowing by the time you closed the door with the disc in your hands. You both had matching record players, and would often go shopping looking for any good songs. Setting the disc on the player was different than any other time you put music on. The air was no longer filled with laughter, and the song seemed sadder than when you had heard it before. Your eyes were blurry with tears ready to pour once more.

The notes from the intro barely registered, and your hands were shaking close to your chest. Slowly, they reached out, and you began slowly dancing by yourself in your living space, except there was no other person to join your hands with, no one to join you in your delight.

The singer’s voice was dull to you, so you closed your eyes and imagined them like they were before. Bright and warm like the hands that you remembered holding your own. You danced there in the slow sways that she had led you through, spinning and switching places when the time came. The knock and voice of your lover coming from your front door couldn’t be heard.

Alhaitham had received the news as well, as he was well acquainted with your friend. She had basically set you two up. Back when you were all students, almost everyday you would come by her and discuss how alhaitham had looked in your direction that day, or how he had said hello to you. She thought he was boring, but she saw how smitten you were over him, so she made it her mission to get you both together.

It ended up working, although Alhaitham revealed later that it was painfully obvious at what you both were doing. He already fancied you, but he went along anyway. the whole set up was funny to him and he wanted to see what you both would do.

The said man walked inside with a key you had given him, and picked up on the melody coming from the main room. Alhaitham knew how close you two were, and he didn’t know how you would take it after receiving the news himself. He came over immediately to check on you as you had no doubt heard before him. Carefully, as he didn’t know what was going on, he walked to that room and jarred the door slightly to peer in. There he saw you, singing the words to the song playing and swaying pathetically by yourself.

The display caused a gut wrenching feeling well up that created a furrow on his brow one could only describe as pity and an attempt at empathy. He took off his headphones and put them on a side table. When he looked back up, your movements had slowed and your voice gave out, giving way to the start of a sob.

Softly, he knocked on the door outside the room a little harder so you could hear it. Your face lifted up in surprise, but quickly it melted into the previous sadness when you saw it was Alhaitham.

“She…never said…anything…” words came out in broken sobs as he walked over to you. The song continued playing in the background, a painful reminder of what was missing. Strong arms took yours and placed them around himself. Gently his hands pushed your head onto his body where you wept your heart out.

He didn’t say any words, he just led you in a gentle sway as the song went on, pressing gentle kisses to your head underneath him. Words of comfort weren’t his forte, as you had seen with Kaveh, but the times that you had come to him for comfort he had noticed how calm you became when you hugged him.

Your hands grasped desperately at his fabric, not daring to loosen it for fear he may disappear. Low lights hanging from the ceiling and the orange colored flames from the candles seemed to sway with you, extending their own version of sympathy. Alhaitham’s hands comforted you with their gentle ministrations through your hair and the gentle up and down motions on your back.

Soon your cries slowed, ending with you sniffling and hiccuping on Alhaitham’s body. “Please…stay with me…” your voice was shaky to say the least. Memories of your friend swam through your mind, occupying anything you tried to think about. Even her voice rang over the man singing the song.

“I’m not leaving.” The steadfast reply grounded you. It was sure and confident, making you squeeze his body tighter. Even the monotone sound of his voice was comforting. It was him.

The song stopped eventually, but Alhaitham did not move from you. he would stay for however long you needed or wanted him, letting you tell him stories about her and how you became life long friends. He listened. he was so good at that. The song played in the background again and again as you spoke, but now, after a long cry and a bit of talking, it seemed to wrap you in sweet reminiscence.

*sobs*

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The demon brothers react to Latin Mc, who makes they tradition of "Las novenas"

The Christmas special is a bit late, but it's still December, and since I'm Latina (Colombian specifically), in my country it's common to do the novenas, which are a nine-day period of prayer to ask for favors, obtain graces or prepare a big party, normally it's for the Nativity scene, yes, it's something religious (I'm Catholic), so in this case, it's done every Christmas and it's done for nine days (16 to 24).

So I had the great idea that the brothers would react to this spiritual ritual. I clarify that I don't know if it's done in other countries, but if they do, they'll understand the subject better, so with everything explained, let's begin!

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You had to return to the human world, you couldn't miss the novenas with your family, so you explained to the boys, what you didn't expect was that they would decide to go with you to attend the novena, you hesitated to accept since you told them it was something religious, but they still insisted and well now you are at the house of one of your aunts with your whole family to start the novenas.

Lucifer

Lucifer was already aware of the religious nature of this meeting, although he thought he was going to do something super serious, he was surprised by how happy your family was, playing Christmas carols while singing with tambourines, the decorations were Christmas and obviously there was the Nativity scene which was the main focus. It was a little uncomfortable for him but he enjoyed the joyful atmosphere and seeing you so happy made it all worth it.

When the novena started, he was silent the whole time, but for some reason when he heard your prayers, when you read The Joys, when you sang with devotion and shook the tambourine with the rhythm of the song, he couldn't help but feel a little infected by your joy, besides you looked very pretty like that and you caught him murmuring parts of the prayers, you even made him read some of The Joys.

At the end of the novena there was food, music and small raffles. He enjoyed the food, the joy and seeing your family together, it reminded him of his brothers. In the end he had a pretty good time and he wouldn't mind joining you from time to time…

Mammon

He was expecting some serious ceremony or something like that, but he was surprised when he saw that it was really more of a reunion. He got along very well with your family, and he enjoyed the warm atmosphere with the Christmas carols.

When the novena started, he wasn't as quiet as his brother, he sometimes murmurs his prayers, but he did like to sing and read The Joys. Although he can't help but look at your smile and happiness when you sing or your face of concentration when you pray, how dare you look as cute?

In the end he tried some of the Christmas foods and when there were raffles, he was the first to participate, that is, he wants you to see that the great Mammon can win things for you. Surprisingly, he did win something, although it was a cheap digital watch, he still enjoyed his gift and also spending time with you.

Leviathan

In Levi's case he was very nervous, and more so because he was going to meet your family and he was going to be in a place far from his room, but he took the courage just to spend time with you and get to know more about you through this tradition. So when he saw the decorated place and the music, it made him a little anxious to see so many people but having you by his side he seems calmer and even enjoys the happy atmosphere, although this celebration may be a little normie… he doesn't mind doing it if it makes you happy.

When the novena began, he was very shy and kept quiet because of his nerves, and he got more nervous when they made him read one of The Joys, it was a little difficult for him and even more so if it was for your entire family, it seemed as if he lost the ability to read, even so, you were there and helped him calm his nerves. The good thing is that your family was patient and didn't say anything bad to him, they were very warm with him, so he felt safer. At mealtime, he enjoyed eating with you, and he doesn't want to admit it but he liked "La natilla" (a typical Christmas dish very common in Colombia).

Satan

He had some knowledge of the novenas, he is a bookworm, he reads about many things, and knowing that you have these traditions made him more curious to experience it for himself even though he was aware of the religious connotations.

Arriving at the place that would be the house of one of your aunts, he observed the surroundings, the decorations, the very large Nativity scene, he was surprised by the dedication to make it pretty, the Christmas carols, and how your family was so friendly and cheerful, you guided him and explained a little more in depth about the novenas and he really asked you a lot of questions. At the beginning of the novena, he listened but did not say much… although sometimes he repeated part of the prayers in whispers when he heard you say them, otherwise he liked to observe how this whole ceremony developed.

In the end, he was satisfied by learning more about you and your human culture, as well as trying new food and talking to your other relatives. He liked listening to the stories that the elders had, so he really had a great time.

Asmodeus

He was delighted to accompany you, obviously he looked for the perfect clothes to go there, he really dressed up to look spectacular because, I mean, his beauty must shine like those Christmas lights, besides he was excited to meet your family and wanted to look very presentable.

When he arrived he loved the decoration, the place looked so nice and elegant, besides he quickly got along well with your family and more with your aunts and mom, they talk about things in common. Once the novena started, he sometimes forgets that it is a religious tradition, even so, he participated, reading some joy and he didn't mind singing Christmas carols with you, it was fun for him.

When the main event ended he continued talking with your relatives, sometimes eating and trying the Christmas food, besides taking many photos with you and the decorations, he wants to keep this memory with you forever.

Beelzebub

Beel was very happy to attend the novena with your family, not only because you mentioned that there would be food, but also to spend time with you and meet your family. It's obvious that Beel is a very family-oriented person, he wants to protect his brothers, so meeting your family also gives him that feeling of protecting them.

When the novena began, he liked to hear your soft voice when you prayed, he smiled when he saw your family together and well, he also joined in reading and singing with you, he liked to use the tambourine so you left it with him for the rest of the novena. We must not forget that he enjoyed the atmosphere and ate a lot, too much, he enjoyed each dish with a smile and he also kept or brought you food, and you also caught him playing with your little cousins, the scene of how your little cousins ​​hang on Beel's strong arms while he smiles is funny, it was really worth it for him to spend Christmas like that.

Belphegor

Even though he still has that little itch of not liking humans (you being the exception) even so, he can't lie to you, he liked the atmosphere of your family, so warm and happy, it reminded him of his own brothers, so he felt comfortable to be honest, although he was a little sleepy since the novenas happen at night but he tried not to fall asleep.

While the novena was going on, he listened in silence as the novena was developing, he didn't participate too much since he fell asleep at times, he really did his best not to fall asleep, although when they went to the joys he didn't sleep as much since it was a happier part and when they sang between each joy he also played along. Even so, at the end of the novena, although he ate and everything, he fell asleep on two chairs while your family celebrated, it was fun and adorable at the same time, you stayed by his side for the rest of the meeting.

Here it ends, I could do the version but with the rest of the guys, although it may be a little late, anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and had a great Christmas!

[forklesbian]

I like to think the ones that had a second to process all had one mortal in particular whose death they thought of or one of their roles. For Tim, it would most likely be Bertie (for obvious reasons) and maybe a bit of Loki. The others are harder to think of ones. For Johnny, it's honestly a toss-up between his dad or Doc Carmilla. Both would be slightly (very) resentful, but his mind might have gone there anyway. For Ashes, it was probably the feeling of ruling, maybe a hit of sympathy for the Suits or Ulysses. Brian was definitely thinking of his time on Camelot. He was there for pretty much the whole thing and almost managed to stop their doom after all. I like to think Ivy got just the smallest hint of a long forgotten memory of her old life as she fell. Raphaella probably thought of all her past experiments and how happy they made her as she searched for one last one. Like you said, Marius didn't get the time to process much at all.

They all definitely thought of each other, though.

Especially The Toy Soldier, who else let them stick around after all. The rich old lady left. Its Angel didn't like it back. It pretended to care about the crew of the Aurora a lot, and it pretended to be so upset when they all started leaving. But it still pretended to remember the good before it decided to stop all together.

Singing with Johnny, and then shooting a full room of people together.

The moon war with Tim and playing with the octokittens with him.

Letting Ashes strike matches on its wooden skin after pouring gasoline around a bar.

Marius checking in on it while it was a nymph when he stopped by to give Dionysus his weekly therapy.

Helping Raphaella with her experiments, no matter how unethical they got.

Watching the stars from the cockpit as Brian drove the ship, occasionally pointing out planets that seemed interesting.

Ivy listing off facts and reading aloud to it when she wanted some quiet company.

The board game nights they occasionally tried to have, attempts at family meals, when they all got back to gather on the ship after a long time on planet. It was excited for the next time it would happened but after a while it pretended to accept that it would never happen again.

Then it stopped pretending at all because that was the only way to stop the pretend pain.

So, I've been thinking about how much I love Death To The Mechanisms (Both the album and song, but particularly the song) I love how the instrumental under each death sounds different. Gunpowder Tims sounds more dramatic (I'm not sure if that would be the right word) and takes on the style kind of like the Bifrost Incident and how Marius' sounds like High Noon Over Camelot. Brian's has Lost in the Cosmos underneath it, which is just so perfect and so sad because it's both his past and his death. I love how there are two kind of categories for how they die, either a purposeful death that they did themselves or some small accident. Like Gunpowder Tim knew he was dying so he went on a rampage to possibly go out in a big explosion of infamy, but what took him out was not wearing a seat belt, because why would he wear a seat belt? He's survived ship crashes and much worse before, why would that be the thing that finally did him in? And Johnny dies in some probably completely avoidable bar fight. Imagine finding out the "immortal" that became such a big part of all your history was found dead from a simple stab in the heart.

That is if they even found most of their bodies. Brian's might have been found by a wandering ship, kept around as a interesting trinket they found, maybe never finding his heart and knowing he once lived. Nobody probably bothered to check the ship wreckage for Tim's corpse, they would probably just glad the mad man blowing everything up was dead. There is no way in hell anyone found Raphaella body. Ivy's body was probably discovered by explorers who wanted to check out the long burned library (and possibly find more interesting books than what she had saved) and found a long chared skeleton that became a museum peice for a short while due to its odd brain and several long gone items that appeared to be talisman or memorabilia of some kind, some say that one looked like a small violin or wings or metal playing cards, but nobody will ever know for sure. Johnny's body was probably quickly stripped of valuables and left to rot, or maybe they burned him to make sure that he wasn't as immortal as he claimed during the fight. Nothing was left to find of Marius. No one was left to find Ashes. Finding a wooden puppet on a empty planet was interesting to be sure, but nothing ground breaking, it didn't move and was hollow except for some rotting tissue in its throat, it's face looked oddly sad but it was probably just a discarded art project and was left to collect dust until the star nearest to its resting place took everything out. Some conspiracy theories might pop up about the crew, but eventually, enough time will pass that it doesn't really matter if immortals ever existed and any traces of them will be lost to time as well. Any history books mentioning things like The Moon Kaiser, New Texas, King Cole, or a crew of immortal psychos causing trouble or singing about war will rot or burn or just become uninteresting to everyone else.

[twinksintrees]

hey. hey bears in trees. you cant write this shit when my best friend plans on moving away across the ocean. it’s too soon for this.

[anti-enashinonome]

I would love to participate in the 'songs I want in pjsk' thing but unfortunately, I know like 4 non pjsk vocaloid songs lol rip

[cuteniaarts]

Hey 🗑️🔥 gang (@katkastrofa @rokurookajima @shadelorde)…

Heard you guys like feral women 😏😏😏

[moshi-roulette]

*Breaks through wall* My time has come

This will be a mix of explaining some design elements and some headcanons I have for them.

Slightly weird tangent, but when I was first getting into Slay the Princess, I was watching ManlyBadassHero’s demo playthroughs.

I was also really into Transformers and made some human designs of a few characters during that time.

So while I watched, I would assign one of these guys to a voice (Breakdown was Paranoid, Skywarp was Contrarian, etc.)

So when it came to making actual designs for the voices, they had some influence (With the only exceptions being Skeptic, Hunted, Broken, Smitten, and Hero)

Okay now to the designs

Hero

I wanted him to look closer to the Long Quiet, so I made him a crow

In addition to that, he gets an extra pair of wings on his head, plumicorns, and a shadow over his eyes

I gave him a scarf because of ManlyBadassHero

Contrarian

At first, I wanted him to be a parrot because parrots are pretty funny.

But thinking about it more, he's the most colorful in comparison to the other voices (being the opposite of the others' mostly neutral colors)

Not to mention he's the only one with multicolored eyes while everyone else has a solid color.

Made him a jester just because :>

He's also quite flexible and does little tricks (Maybe sometimes too flexible (like contortionist levels))

Skeptic

I made him an owl because they

I also imagine him tilting his head a lot

He even does the whole 270-degree head-turn thing that owls do

Some find the head-turning thing a bit unnerving

He would definitely like the mystery genre

Hunted

When thinking up what I should make him, I ended up with a duck because my immediate thought was duck-hunting.

He does have two eyes, it's just one is obscured in shadows.

I like to imagine that he is really good at mimicking animal noises, including bird calls.

So I think it would be funny that he would have the ability to mimic bird calls of the birds that the other voices are based on.

Much like a duck, it can float on water.

Broken

Him being a canary is based on the tropes canaries usually have in media

I also based his outfit off of Catt from Wonderlab

I headcanon that he's surprisingly good at cooking (even if he thinks the opposite)

In very rare moments, he will sing (As in the song canaries sing)

Another fun fact, he can easily slip off his handcuffs.

Bro is wingless

Opportunist

Magpies means good luck in some cultures but could also mean deception or trickster in others

Wanted him to look like a shady businessman

"You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, would you?"

Also, I made him the shortest out of everyone

He is always wearing those gloves

Cold

One of the symbolism a nightingale has is death (makes sense with The Cold appearing in some routes where the Princess should be dead)

Only a select few (Paranoid) have seen him without his glasses.

Paranoid

I really wanted to make a potoo character but also in some images, they look terrified

Also seen in a drawing I did a while ago, she can dilate his eyes

Uses he/she pronouns because I have seen a few people give Paranoid she/her pronouns and it just kind of stuck

Smitten

He was originally going to be a Bleeding Heart Dove until I stumbled upon a video of the Wilson's Bird of Paradise

I wanted to give Smitten a very romantic look but ended up basing his outfit on a Spanish conquistador for some reason.

I like to imagine he really likes to dance and knows a lot about flower language.

Keeps pulling out roses from behind his back and no one knows where they are coming from

He would freaking love sappy dramas, binge watch it even

Cheated

Someone on Discord suggested I should make him a pigeon and I couldn't agree more

I always imagine this sort of gag where his limbs keep either falling off or getting stolen by someone

Stubborn

I legit searched up "Strongest Hawk" and the Ferruginous Hawk was the first result.

My design does not escape the one eye Stubborns

Largest out of all the voices

He sometimes doesn't know his own strength and will accidentally break something (Like punching a hole through the wall because he was trying to kill a fly)

General Headcanons:

Height chart from shortest to tallest: Opportunist, Broken, Hunted, Paranoid, Cold, Hero, Cheated, Contrarian, Skeptic, Smitten, and Stubborn

They can also sometimes make bird noises (Skeptic hoos, Hunted quacks, Hero caws, etc.)

I believe in Grey Brothers (I think their dynamic is funny)

As a final thing, there was a time earlier this year when some people were giving the voices human names so here's this too, as a treat!

sinking to the floor.... i really want to explain my thought process for my voice designs but i need to draw them first.... raughhhhh