#she'd probably do it just because she likes to stroke his wings

[juodojimirtis]

Because I gave Valak the wings of a black swan (I mean, he's described as having "angel wings" in the Key of Solomon), I imagine Irene smoothing out his feathers for some reason. And it melts my heart.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Has this already been done? Arven, Penny, and Nemona with The Loyal Three.

Nemona is the Brawn, Penny is the Brain, which makes Arven the Beauty.

If you meant the saga of Reader introducing the Scarvi Trio to Legendaries, here it is <3

........

"How dare you bully sweet old Ogerpon?! You punks should've picked on someone your own size..like me!"

"Oh no.."

"Maybe you should've left that part of the story out, [y/n]."

"I probably could've worded it better, but I didn't think she'd freak out that much." Sighing, you turned away from Penny and Arven, looking to see Nemona scowling at the Loyal Three, giving them the reprimand of a lifetime.

Never before have any of you seen her get so....angry.

She was almost never angry at all. Not even after you've defeated her in battle over and over again did she lose her cool.

Perhaps you should avoid using the word "bully" to describe Pokémon. She was definitely acting like she was back in her early student council president days.

"I guess it makes sense why [y/n]'s friend Carmine called you the "Lousy Three"..because your attitudes were just plain lousy-!"

"Alright, Nemona. That's enough. I've already given them a lecture over it..and then some." You whistled for the trio to come to you, and they were rather quick to run over and hide behind you.

They seemed somewhat grateful that you rescued them, although Okidogi was quick to snarl as she approached, the fur on his tail becoming bristled. He cracked his knuckles with anticipation, clearly looking for a fight.

Munkidori kept trying to grab ahold of his arm, trying to discourage him from doing anything rash (such as starting a fight, which is what you specifically told them all not to do). But the larger Pokémon just huffed and tried shaking off his grip.

Fezandipiti, in the meantime, just turned his attention to Arven and Penny, trying to look anywhere but the embarrassing scene unfolding in front of him. He did like seeing their surprised faces, smirking and even stroking a wing over his head to show off.

You just shook your head, wondering how you were going to deescalate this mess yet again.

After your short trip to Kitakami, you've returned to Paldea with four extra companions: all of them being legendaries with a story tied to them.

One that turned out to be quite false.

You explained how Ogerpon was mistakenly considered the "bad guy" for many generations while the Loyal Three were deemed "heroes" who sacrificed themselves to save the village...but in reality it was the opposite.

They attacked Ogerpon for her masks and killed her trainer, and she fought back and defeated them all, yet she was scorned rather than praised, going into hiding for many years since.

After the trio was revived somehow, you went on to retrieve her masks and eventually captured them all, although of course they were anything but "loyal" and thought you were just lucky.

Not to mention they continued to annoy Ogerpon every time your back was turned, stealing bites of her sandwiches and throwing the toy ball in her face like they were playing dodgeball.

You only intervened after she nearly destroyed the picnic table with her cudgel in a fit of anger..clearly an obvious set-up by the trio who thought you'd be mad at her.

But you saw through their plan and got fed up, reminding them who exactly kicked their asses.

You didn't hold back at all.

Munkidori was quickly humbled, recalling that he got beaten up first in front of his two friends...so he apologized to Ogerpon right away. His future sight forewarned him of the consequences of acting out of line again, so he encouraged the others to do the same.

Fezandipiti, being the sassy and vain bird that he is, rolled his eyes. Although he valued his looks and would rather not get dirty from another battle with your Pokémon. He's suffered through enough of those to know it's just not worth it. So he promised to never bother Ogerpon again.

Okidogi, however, had the toughest time letting go of his pride. He refused to apologize at first, acting immature and snapping at the other two for going "soft". But he only turned over a new leaf after you threatened to stop giving them all mochi.

You meant it as a joke, although it was super effective in making the stubborn poison/fighting type panic and apologize to her, willing to do whatever you wanted from there on.

That day, you quickly learned that just like Koraidon/Miraidon..you held power over some mighty Pokémon.

Not with any special items or ancient relics, but with ordinary food.

So with the Loyal Three finally in your control, now seemed to be the perfect time to properly introduce them to your closest friends in Paldea.

Although...you weren't expecting Nemona to scold them like you did, nor did you think she'd still have such an intense staredown with Okidogi.

"Nemona." You warned again.

She snapped out of her trance and looked to you, frowning a little. "Sorry about that, [y/n]. It's just...whenever I hear a sad story about someone getting bullied just for defending themselves..I get heated. Especially if it's between Pokémon."

"I understand." You gave her a reassuring smile, before you reached up to pet Okidogi's arm. "Don't worry, big guy. When I said she was great at battling, I didn't mean with words."

He only snorted in response, but otherwise remained silent as his haunches relaxed.

"I promise you're gonna absolutely love her strategies. She helped me become a great trainer....I learned a lot from her."

"...you did?" Stars formed in Nemona's eyes at your praises, both hands going to her chest as her smile grew. "Awh, [y/n] that's so sweet of you!"

'Well it's true, but-"

"Hold on." She interrupted, staring at the doglike Pokémon. "Does Okidogi actually wanna battle me???"

His ears perked up, and he smiled and nodded his head, to which she gasped with excitement. "Oh can I please battle him, [y/n]???" She clasped her hands together. "I wanna see what he's got!"

"Of course." You chuckled.

"Wait, what's happening?"

"Nemona's gonna try to fight a Legendary? You sure that's a good idea?"

Turning around, you were met with the confused and concerned looks of Penny, Arven, Munkidori, and Fezandipiti.

But seeing them all standing there gave you another idea, causing a bigger grin to form on your face. "I got it..how about you guys have a battle with them, too? It could be a great way for you all to get to know each other!"

"Huh, that sounds like something I'd orchestrate...but I'm loving the idea!" Nemona agreed, before she and Okidogi rushed to get into their battle positions.

"Okay, so she and Oki got a battle of the brawns going on. Which leaves..." You spun around and pointed to Penny, then Munkidori. "...you and him to have a battle of the brains!"

"I'm not sure about that," she mumbled. "You have that much confidence in me?"

'Of course I do. You fight well with your Eeveelutions, so I'm sure you'll be able to outwit Munki somehow."

"Mmmikay?" The poison/psychic blinked, although he seemed to take that as a challenge and huffed confidently, looking to Penny.

"......alright. Let's do this, I guess." She sighed in defeat before the two went to do battle somewhere nearby.

You then looked at Arven. "Well uh...this is a little awkward, but-"

"Fezandipiti and I are gonna be the "battle of the beauty"...of course." He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "I haven't freshened up my battling skills since the tournament, but I wouldn't mind a little practice."

"Yip-ippy!" The birdlike Pokémon trilled, flying over to a random spot as Arven quickly chased him down, Mabosstiff not too far behind him.

Now that it was just you and Ogerpon standing side-by-side, she turned to you with a look of confusion. "Pon?" She took out one of her masks, tilting her head.

"Oh no. We've already had our battle and I got to learn so much about you." You chuckled, gently patting her head between the horns. "But if you want...maybe they can battle you later and see how your masks work. How about that?"

"Hmm....pon!! Ponni!!!"

"Haha, I thought so. Until then, we'll be their cheerleaders."

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Based on my ask last round, can we get more of the satyr demon s/o thing? Slender, Hobo, and Jane separately if you will :3

Have an amazing day our beloved scary noodle writer!!!!!

I hope you enjoy and also have an amazing day :)

Jane:

Thinks you're the cutest thing in existence. Honestly, I can see goats as being one of Jane's favorite animals in general, so the fact that you have goat-like characteristics absolutely helps win her over. Something that popped into my mind, while the fur on your lower legs and your hooves are able to withstand the cold to a decent extent, I totally see her trying to stitch you a pair of leg warmers specifically for you so you don't get too cold, and if you ever wear them she gets so giddy and excited about it. Speaking of hooves, she totally asks if she can paint your hooves with her nail polish. You might be hesitant about how much nail polish she'd need, even though you've only got one set of them, but she comes prepared and gets extra nail polish just so she can paint them. I would say to accept it, as it makes her so fucking happy and content to just relax with you late at night, both of you laying in bed while she paints away at the top of your hooves. She'll always try and do your favorite colors, or designs she thinks you'll like. She likes feeling like she can help and spoil her partner, so being able to do things like that for you makes her very happy, and she loves you so much she'd try and do just about anything for you. Also, she definitely knits you both multiple pairs of matching leg warmers so that the two of you can match when you go out together in the winter.

Hobo:

Like with Jane, thinks you are the most adorable thing in the entire world. Hobo absolutely adores animals, and so he's naturally prone to thinking you're the cutest. Your horns, your soft fur, your cute fluffy tail, and your fluffy satyr ears, what's not to love? Hobo has also probably cried at least a few times over how cute you are. He has a tendency to get really tired and emotional, and if he sees you curled up somewhere in contentment the tears are just gonna start coming out from how much he loves you and how adorable you are. I've said before a few times that a very enjoyable/pleasurable experience for Hobo is having his partner stroke and pet his wings, and I think his tradeoff with you would be allowing him to stroke and pet your fur. He just finds it so soft and fluffy and comforting, and after a long day of work just curling up with his head in your lap so he can stroke your legs in peace would be one of the most relaxing and enjoyable things he can do. I think he finds it nice to date a fellow demon as he feels a bit nervous about scaring humans with his more demonic qualities, so he feels much more at ease around you, knowing he doesn't have to be worried about scaring you off or making you nervous in any way. He feels so much more relaxed and content around you, and it makes him so happy to have a partner like you.

Slender:

Something about you just makes this man go weak in the knees and want to scoop you up and hug you. He isn't sure if it's for your goat characteristics, the fact that he just loves you so much, or a combination of both. He isn't used to finding people adorable or cute and yet he can't stop wanting to coddle you 24/7 because you're so cute. Slender is a very strong Eldritch being, and so with you being a little goat demon, he feels the need to be protective over you and watch over you. He knows you can take care of yourself (you've made it this far after all), but he just wants to protect you from any other demons that might have their eyes out for you. Also??? Totally gets you cute satyr slippers for you to wear inside. You had once confessed that you were nervous about scratching up his nice floors in the mansion, so he did a combination of getting more rugs and custom commissioning Trender for a pair of satyr slippers for you to wear around the house so you don't have to fret, and they're the softest fucking things you've ever walked on and he feels so proud to be able to get you a gift like that that you enjoy so much. If you ever want or need custom satyr-approved clothing, you can just feel free to ask him and he will get it for you, no matter what, as he loves spoiling you and getting you useful gifts.

[theclaravoyant]

AN ~ from this prompt list ; 8. a platonic kiss. ft. the buckley-hans. hurt/comfort, set during 7x10 (written before airing, no spoilers).

shoutout to twinpoles , apparently an aussie thing ? truly the mvps of tummy no feel good

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Maddie strokes her daughter's hair and moves a little closer. She breathes in the smell of her bubblegum shampoo and her sleepy little smile and the way her chest rises and falls gently. She wishes for the thousandth time that she could wrap her whole body around this little one and protect her for the rest of time. Her heart aches for Hen and Karen, and Denny for having this ripped away. For Mara, and that cheeky little laugh she'd only just started letting out. And now for Chimney, for Buck, for Bobby... for the hits that won't stop coming for them.

She glances toward the bedroom door. She can't quite see Chim, but the way the light cuts tells her he's still in the kitchen. Probably still at the bench, nursing the glass of wine, right where she left him. She sighs quietly, wishing she could help relieve the weight of the world, and presses a kiss to the top of Jee's head. On his behalf? To channel this overwhelming sense of love to him? Just for something to do, because she feels so helpless.

Jee-Yun looks up at her.

“Mummy sad?”

“Yeah, sweetie,” she confesses. “I'm sad.”

“Why?”

“Because your Daddy's sad.”

“Daddy sad.” Jee looks out to where he should be. “Why?”

Because his Captain is dying, Maddie thinks, and she swallows down a haunting echo of the ventilator. Because his best friend is having her life ripped apart from the inside. Because this world is sometimes such a cruel and brutal place to be, and it's not fair.

“Because,” she settles eventually on, “...his friend isn't feeling very well.”

“Oh.”

If there's one thing to be said for a three-year-old Buckley-Han, it's that she's resilient. And surprisingly optimistic. And she gets herself out of bed before Maddie quite knows what's going on (“Oh, Jee honey-”) and she's padding off toward the kitchen on those little toddler feet, resolute.

Jee knows just what to do in this situation. Not feeling well? Why didn't they say so! It's hard work to pull the freezer open but she manages it, and she gets a bowl and her favourite popsicle. It's the best for sore tummies. It's yellow and pink and you can snap it in half and both have one. Even better, for Daddy to share with his friend.

“Hey, kiddo,” Chimney greets uncertainly, hoping his voice doesn't crackle too much. He's hyper conscious of the tear stains down his face but Jee doesn't seem to notice. She's still concentrating on the present she's brought her silly parents. These things are so simple to her, and it's sweet, and it hurts. “What's this?”

Chim glances toward Maddie, who's chased-without-chasing Jee out of the bedroom and currently looks like she's about to melt into a puddle of heartbreak and admiration right there on the floor.

“I told her your friend isn't feeling well,” she explains.

“Oh.” Yeah, turning into a puddle would be great right about now. Instead, he reaches down and pulls Jee-Yun up into his lap. “Thank you, sweetie. That's very thoughtful.”

She presses a sloppy toddler kiss to his cheek, and still doesn't seem to pay mind to the tears. Or maybe she does, and maybe that's why she did it.

“Daddy not sad anymore?”

“Daddy's still a little bit sad,” he says. “But happy now, too.”

She laughs. “That doesn't make any sense.”

“I know, kiddo.” Chim sighs. “It will one day.”

For today though, he hitches Jee onto his hip and carries her back to the bedroom. He and Maddie cradle around her like two wings of a butterfly, and watch her fall asleep smiling; dreaming of a world where all problems can be solved with a pineapple raspberry popsicle stick.

Maddie reaches her hand across the bed and he takes it, and they eventually drift off too, with their little girl between them and fingers intertwined.

[idiotwithanipad]

Old Friends

Two of Amy's (My OC) friends visit the hotel after a concert, but they're still alive

With a mention of @moonah-rose's OC Silver

Amy returned to her East Wing bedroom alone, dejected. She flung herself onto the bed, face down, and hid her face in her folded arms. Of all times to be a ghost, this had to be one of the worst times. Alison and her husband Mike had come for another of their annual stays at the house, and during their visit, Amy had found out that a music venue was being held nearby.

Many bands would be playing, but one caused an ecstatic spark to ignite in Amy's brain. Her favourite musical artists of all time, Insane Clown Posse would be playing there. The problematic music duo had introduced Amy to a world of horrific goofiness that she felt completed by, and it broke her heart knowing she'd never get the chance to watch them live; maybe, if she were still alive she'd be there cheering them on?

Amy, on her 18th birthday had secretly gotten two tattoos from the album covers the group made. She just liked them that much. Music club had been special this week; Alison had access to YouTube on her computer to supply the songs the group wanted to hear once again. When Amy's turn came around, she was excited to suggest ICP. She bobbed up and down in her seat to the all too familiar jams while the others stared at the computer in horror, Fanny looked on the verge of fainting because of the vulgar language, sound effects and violent themes.

For the first time in years, Fanny Button was speechless. Robin enjoyed it at first, bouncing along to the crazed beats, but soon retreated and sat clinging to himself in the corner covering his ears. Kitty hadn't been that unsettled since she saw Freddy Kruger with his arms outstretched and ready to slash. Pat laughed nervously and Julian refused to look at Amy at all. Humphrey just gawked and blinked it out, unaware that his adopted one had hidden this chaotic side of herself. If Silver had been awake to listen with them, maybe she would've heard of the edgy band, or at least pretended to vibe to it?

It was after that little fiasco that Alison had noticed a pinned comment under the video explaining the tour dates of the band. It had been a mistake to mention it to Amy, however. Now the teen was left in boredom and disappointment, alone in her room.

A heavy sigh passed through her bulky hoodie sleeves as she stared towards the wardrobe to her left. The familiar sound of another ghost passing through the door made her hold her breath briefly.

"You alright, Poppet?" Humphrey asked gently as he reached down to stroke her shoulder. A rare instance of him being whole, probably for the best.

Amy took in a breath and turned her face forward into the crook of her arm.

"I'm fine" She lied.

"You're not fine, you're lying on your face again" Humphrey commented, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

She shrugged.

"Just a bit pied off that I couldn't see the show tonight...Y'know, the one Alison told us about yesterday at music club?" Amy replied. Humphrey nodded.

"Oh yeah. Those blokes with the face paint..." Humphrey retorted, his eyes widened as he recalled the grizzly music videos.

Amy nodded into her sleeve.

"Fuck being dead, man. Why did I have to die when I did?" Amy complained. Humphrey nodded in understanding and rose his brows, sighing also.

"Yeah. There's plenty of things we'd all want to try if we could. Especially the stuff there is now"

Amy rolled her head to face him.

"What would you do?" She questioned, wanting to take the topic off of herself; if it had continued for any longer she might have started crying.

Humphrey settled his palms against his knees and stared ahead in thought.

"Don't really know. To be honest, I wouldn't know where to start" Humphrey admitted. Amy dropped her head back down into her sleeves again.

"Aw, c'mon. No more of that. Wanna go talk to Robin?"

Amy shook her head.

"Wanna go see if the cooks are making lasagne again?"

She once again shook her head.

"Wanna go down and call the golfers twats again?"

It took a few seconds, but Amy rose from the bed and gave Humphrey a half hearted smile.

The pair left the East Wing and headed downstairs to the grounds. Much to their surprise, a group of new livings had arrived and awaited their turns to check in at reception. Younger livings than the place was used to seeing. Some had piercings, almost all of them were littered with tattoos and chains, spikes. Leather jackets and accessories.

"Ooh, look. That lot look like the kinda people you'd mix well with" Humphrey mused, gensturing towards the funky looking youths. Amy rolled her eyes playfully and smiled; the sight of these livings actually made Amy feel a little better. People watching could get mundane at best, mostly because the guests at the hotel mainly involved old married couples or rich city folk hoping to get a taste of the countryside before fleeing back to Harrods.

The grungy, alternative punks made Amy intrigued, wishing that she could join in their chatter and swap stories.

"Why don't you go talk to 'em?" Humphrey suggested.

Amy paused and looked up at the Tudor, dumbfounded.

"Humphrey, you know they can't hear us, we're dead..."

"I know. Still fun to talk to living people though, makes it feel a little less dull..." Humphrey shrugged, his eyes drifting down to look at the hefty shoes the group wore.

Amy stepped closer to the group, looking back and eyeing Humphrey as if seeking permission. With a gleeful thumbs up and a nod from Humphrey, Amy turned her attention towards the group of livings.

"... Hey..." Amy spoke aloud, obviously unheard by anyone. The group chatted amongst themselves and checked their phones, comparing something with each other on their screens. A heavily tattooed woman with bright pink hair lifted her boot from the floor with a grimace of discomfort before turning to another girl.

"Shouldn't have worn these with thin socks"

Amy glanced down at the knee high platform boot the girl wore and her eyes widened.

"No wonder, those look brand new, you DON'T wear thin socks with brand new platforms, you idiot" Amy spat.

"You double up, fuck it, TRIPLE up with those bad boys!" Amy hounded, pointing at the girl's thick boots.

Tiring of the girl's idiocy when dealing with new platforms and the carnage they can create, Amy brushed off the girl and wandered deeper into the group. A familiar voice rippled over the rest, one she recognized, although it had dropped deeper with time.

A tall, slender, heavily tattooed young man with a half shaved head of blood red hair leaned against the wall scrolling through his phone. Amy's heart dropped and butterflies began flying in her gut.

"Oh my god, it's Dylan Greenwood..." Amy quietly squeaked, her hands coming up to cover her lips.

Feeling like a giddy pre teen again, Amy fled through the group of livings, careful not to pass through them, and rushed back to Humphrey.

"Woah, woah, what's wrong now?" He fretted. Amy flapped her hands and rocked on her heels.

"It's Dylan Greenwood. I went to school with him, he was in my English and Maths classes..." Amy said behind her hands.

Humphrey rose his brow and peered over to the young man. His fatherly side beginning to sweep in.

"And he was- a friend of yours?..." The Tudor asked subtly. Amy let out a wheeze and shrugged.

Alison made an appearance, bringing some shopping from a late night Tesco run. She too noticed the young group and gave them a gentle wave, which they nodded to politely. The greying woman noticed Humphrey and Amy by the stairs and approached, talking to them discreetly.

"Friends of yours, Amy?" Alison asked, their fashion and attitudes matching her's to a fault. Amy giggled and nodded over to young Dylan.

"That one, yeah..."

Alison took a peek over to the young man and rose her eyebrows at his brash attire.

"Oh... He's colourful..." Alison added, blankly, slightly stunned at the amount of accessories which had been pierced through his nose and ears and lips and eyebrows. A metal detectors dream.

"He's hot, right?" Amy slipped up, gazing at the young guy. Alison snorted and re-gathered her shopping bags.

"Don't forget who's standing right next to you, Ames..." Alison mused, passing by Amy and heading back up to the Higham Suite. Amy paused and remembered Humphrey, glancing up at him. A suspicious glare radiated off of his features as he studied the boy's every move.

"I'll be watching that one..." Humphrey growled. Amy slapped at his arm and looked around as though the group of livings would hear him.

"C'mon, he was one of my mates, that's all..." Amy giggled awkwardly.

"Mm, that's how it starts..." Humphrey rolled his eyes.

Amy would've combatted him on that comment, before another living entered the reception carrying a bouquet of flowers and what appeared to be a large roll of papper under her freckled arm.

Amy's jaw fell slack.

"Shan?..."

Humphrey pulled his eyes off of the boy and watched as Amy stepped closer to a young woman, on the larger side with wide hips and stubby legs. Her short lime green hair fell beautifully over her natural shade of dark blonde which had been shaved at the back. She too had piercings and sported obsidian earspools which matched her nose ring.

The young lady's face held great sadness as she presented the flowers to Dylan who patted her back, a tight and disheartened smile spread across his lips also. Amy stepped over to the pair and stared in wonder, asking herself if she had just imagined this whole thing.

"Shan, it's Amy, I'm right here, I-" Amy began, but cut herself off when a tear dropped from the emerald haired girl's eye. The girl blinked back her tears and lifted her gaze to the sky.

"Well, Amy. We're here now. Wish you could've come with us, babe..." She spoke, earning another Pat on the back from Dylan who nodded in agreement.

Amy stared at the flowers under Shan's arm and stepped aside as the two livings headed over to the front desk. Humphrey moved over to Amy and rested his hand over her shoulder to comfort her in what he sensed was a very hard moment for her.

"A friend?... " Humphrey asked, watching the green haired girl.

"... My best friend when I was-...alive" Amy replied, her face falling.

The pair watched as the receptionist picked up a key from behind his desk and lead Shan and Dylan towards the stairs. Amy glanced up at Humphrey and quickly gave chase, wondering what could be happened to cause the receptionist to pluck up that old key.

Upstairs, Amy watched as Shan pinned up the rolled sheet of paper to the inside of the room's door and set the flowers down on the bed. Shan wiped her eye, being careful not to smudge her mascara and blew a kiss to the room.

"Bye Amy. Love you..." Shan spoke, unaware that Amy was right beside her.

"You would've loved the show, shorty" Dylan smiled, though his voice flooded with the deepest melancholy tones ever. Amy's heart swelled remembering the nickname he had given her back in school. Shan and Dylan nodded and left the room with the receptionist who locked the door behind them.

Amy's eyes filled with tears as her eyes landed on the poster pinned to the door.

"They seem like really good friends, Poppet" Humphrey smiled warmly, wrapping his cloaked arm around Amy gently as her tears fell.

"They were..."

[glassautomaton]

If any of your characters had pets, what would they be? (like names, type of animal, specific breed, and how the animal behaves)

Also, adding onto this, since it's on topic, a very big Iris hc of mine is that she's afraid of cats (because of Omega-7 and Ables.. interesting homework.) Thought I would just drop that for you as well.👍

This is actually something I've given some thought in broad strokes, though nothing I've really considered particularly in depth due to how unlikely it is they'd have pets in containment. Therefore I probably won't get too much into specifics, but I can give varying degrees of detail here.

Iris - I was thinking she'd like keeping some kind of medium-sized, particularly lethargic reptile. She's from Arizona so they remind her of home, she likes the warmth of their heat lamps and the upkeep of the terrarium gives her something to do, and it's unlikely to pounce on her and demand physical attention like a dog, which would make her uncomfortable. And I figure she just likes lizards (source: dude trust me).

Anne - A Border Collie. She had one on her farm when she was a kid, plus she'd value a dog's loyalty and the fact that it's smart enough to teach. You can probably tell from the specificity that this is one of those things I've considered.

Jackie - This one's hard to say, but I'm thinking fish. With all her ecological science experience, keeping water quality and temperature perfect would be easy for her, and their colors and appearance reminds here that she's still in a place where nature and beauty is alive and well.

...Hmmm, maybe I could have her help out with a koi pond in the site's executive wing or something. Would the Foundation spend that much money on a koi pond?

Adams - Not someone who has a lot of time to devote to a pet but would still like a presence to come home to, so a cat would be the right choice if she wasn't so scared of people she brings home thinking she's a cat lady.

Foxx - He got it in his head one day that he needed a guard dog for his house while he's not around and got a German Shepard puppy to raise into the ultimate daughter-protecting machine. Unfortunately he fucked up somewhere during the process because this dog is just the biggest sweetheart he's ever seen. He looks mean but would walk a robber over to where Foxx keeps his valuables and roll over onto its belly so the thief could rub it. It gets along great with his daughter, at the very least, and she demands that he buys it all the most needlessly expensive amenities. Of course he can't say not to her, so from a financial standpoint it's like he has two kids.

September - Keeps a parakeet with her in a moderately-sized cage that takes up valuable desk space that just leads to her room getting even more cluttered, but she's too attached to the bird now. Doesn't let anyone see it for two reasons: one, someone of her station wouldn't be caught dead changing out newspapers covered in bird shit, and two, she's gotten into a habit of venting her work frustrations to it, so the words it repeats could be considered a massive informational security risk.

[taughtdefense]

you watch august's focus shift as he wipes more polish from your skin with his bare hands—an approach that, while definitely unconventional, amuses you. his words about teaching harper how to play the drums pull at something deeper in you. it's that protective instinct that rises whenever your daughter comes up in conversation, a sense of warmth wrapping around your heart as he talks about her with such ease, such affection.

"yeah, i bet she'd love that," you reply, your voice softening a little as you think about harper, imagining her eyes lighting up as she banged on a drum set, her initially cautious, shy energy turning into a (much more suitable) loud, bright energy that would fill the room. "but i'm warning you, man—once she learns how to be loud, there's probably no going back." you chuckle, picturing her tiny hands pounding away at the drums with absolute abandon, the feathers of her wings painted gold in her joy, driving your entire family crazy in the best way possible. maybe you would have to get her one of those quiet drum sets when she's a little older. henry might be worse.

august's rough technique isn't exactly the most graceful, but it's hard not to admire his determination. the smudged blue polish & his stained hands speak volumes about his effort, & that effort alone feels like a small act of affection. there's something endearing about how he keeps going, despite knowing he's not nailing it... pun totally not intended. you can feel the care in each messy stroke, the way he's trying so hard, even if it isn't perfect.

"honestly, though," you add, lifting your thumb to carefully inspect his handiwork, "you're doing better than i expected." your tone is teasing, but there's no malice behind it—just that familiar, easy banter that's always been a part of your dynamic. you feel the amusement swell in your chest again, almost contagious, but beneath it all, there's that same unspoken bond. it's been there since day one, since the two of you met & clicked in ways that didn't always make sense to outsiders.

he's got that sinclair stubbornness, that roughness around the edges, but it's moments like this where you see past all of that—the gentleness, the care, even in the mess. & you're grateful for it, grateful for him. these moments, even the clumsy ones, mean more than the picture-perfect ones ever could. you don’t think it'd be realistic if august was a cookie-cutter perfect human. no human is. if he were perfect, rhydian & sulien wouldn’t have fallen in love with him. they don’t want perfect partners. rhydian & sulien have always gravitated toward the imperfect, the flawed, the human. you think of their connection with august, how they've embraced him not in spite of his messiness, but because of it. they see what you see—someone who's real, who makes mistakes, who tries even when he knows he's not the best at something. there's a huge comfort in that, in knowing that perfection isn't the goal. it never was. & maybe that's why you've always felt at ease with specific humans like august, because they understand that kind of imperfection. it makes august all the more lovable in their eyes, & yours too, but in a platonic sense.

you know how eldritch beings like rhydian & sulien could easily get lost in their cosmic, unknowable depths, but august pulls them back to something solid, something human. you can see it, how they're drawn to the way he fumbles, the way his hands shake when he’s trying so hard not to mess up. august anchors them, just like he anchors you. in some ways, august's grounding presence reminds you of robby. your fiancé's presence has always grounded you, even when the world feels like it’s spiraling out of control. when you were both in miyagi-do together the first time around, then the second. even when he was in cobra kai, you never stopped fighting for him. like all of your friends, both of them, in their own ways, serve as your tether to something real, something steady. robby might be more put together, more composed than august, but they share that same ability to pull you out of your head, reminding you that it's okay to be flawed, to be human. robby's approach is just... for you, stronger. not that should be an earth-shattering revelation or anything.

you're highly aware of the that the same can be said for rhydian & sulien, just with their own partners. you can't help but think how different things would be if august were more polished—if he wasn't this messy, stubborn, wonderfully imperfect person, the dynamics between everyone would lose that spark. it's the rawness, the reality of him, that keeps everything grounded, allowing him to fit so naturally into all your lives. not to mention, without robby, you wouldn't have that same sense of calm they have with august, where he just lets you just be—imperfect, flawed, & entirely yourself.

"if you want my opinion," you say after a moment, your eyes catching his, "i think harper's going to love having you as her drum teacher. it might do her some good. just try not to teach her to drive us all absolutely insane, alright?" you grin brightly at him, fully expecting that he might do the opposite on purpose, but the thought doesn't bother you as much as he might wind up assuming. not really. in a weird way, it feels like family, & that's something you wouldn't trade for anything.

[leiawritesstories]

Random prompt that is actually very strange but just popped into my head randomly and whether or not it is written it needs to be shared.

Either Rowan or Aelin gets shrunken down reeaaalll tiny and the other carries them around in their breast pocket for the day.

wait this is actually adorable here have a quick little drabble :))

word count: 1k

warnings: some language

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The abandoned spellwork laboratory in the eastern wing of the Palace of Orynth had been empty for decades, and cleaning out the musty old space had been high on Aelin's to-do list since she'd taken her first in-depth tour of the palace after her coronation. And, because Rowan was both older and more magically experienced, she decided to delegate him the task.

He hadn't been particularly happy about it, but she had...ways of convincing him.

At first, the mating bond was a constant stream of grumbling as Rowan entered the dusty, messy old space, muttering about "nobody having used a fucking light in here since the Great War" and how "there wasn't a clean gods-damned cloth in sight" and other such trifles. He'd quickly found an ancient but still functional lantern, using its flame to illuminate the space, grabbed a handful of rags and a bucket of bleach water, and set about cleaning the space. His commentary trickled down after a while, only popping back into her mind to mention something particularly interesting he'd found or some unidentifiable half-baked experiment festering away in some cabinet.

By early afternoon, the bond had gone quiet. Aelin didn't think much of it, believing Rowan was just absorbed in his task (and probably studying the moldering old textbooks to learn about whatever he was discovering, he just couldn't help himself) and paying his silence no heed. She continued to work on the heap of papers on her desk, talking through all the things that needed to be done with her council and Elide and just generally getting a headache from all the flurry.

Then there was a muted crash down the bond.

Ro? A faint note of terror creeping into her voice. Rowan?

A beat. Then, I'm here.

Are you all right?

Silence.

Buzzard...

Still nothing.

Ro! Answer me! She knew she sounded just this side of desperate.

I'm all right, Fireheart. Was it her imagination, or did his voice sound higher-pitched? I swear, I'm all right.

I'm coming to see you. She didn't leave room for argument, striding out of her office and down into the eastern wing, pushing open the laboratory doors to find...no one? The fuck?

"Ro?" she called, her voice echoing around the half-cleaned chamber. "Hello? Anyone?" Why the fuck would he choose now to disappear?

I haven't disappeared. "I'm right here, Fireheart."

His voice sounded close to her right ear, yet her Fae eyes picked up no sight of her mate. "Rowan..."

A sigh. "Aelin." A tiny dagger of ice flew into her cheekbone. Yelping, she turned towards where it had flown from.

And shrieked.

"WHAT THE HELL?" she gasped, eyes goggling at the sight of her mate, whose broad warrior's body couldn't have been more than six inches tall, sitting on a table, scowling darkly.

"That was loud," he griped, his voice definitely higher-pitched than normal.

"Sorry," she murmured, cupping her hand in front of him so he could climb up. "Ro, my love, what happened?"

"Tipped over a godsdamned potion bottle," he grumbled. "Piece of shit still worked."

"Poor buzzard," she cooed, unable to resist the urge to stroke her finger over his doll-like head.

He grunted. "Need to find the reversal."

"Where d'you think it could be?" she asked, searching the nearby shelves for a potions book.

"That's the question," Tiny Rowan sighed, his irritation big enough to fill the whole room.

"Let's start looking, then," she decided, settling her tiny mate into her breast pocket so he could see around the space. "I know it's not what you want, buzzard, but this way you won't have to take a million tiny little steps."

He mumbled a string of oaths but stopped complaining.

In fact, once he settled into the rather comfortable pocket, he let his tiny hands wander, teasing his wife as they began to hunt for the reversal to this shrinking potion.

She pretended to swat him, grumbling about how she'd teach him to keep his hands to himself, but even he felt the shiver that raced down her spine when he shifted his position in her pocket, brushing against her nipple.

Several hours later, they'd found the potions book, the page with the shrinking potion conveniently labelled, and read the antidote on the following pages. And they were in a laboratory, one still stocked with ingredients that apparently weren't affected by time, meaning they could concoct the antidote right then and there.

They gathered the relatively simple components and the proper glassware, Rowan using his small size to carefully examine the glass for any hidden cracks and declaring it suitable. Aelin ignited a small flame to boil everything up and together, they made the antidote, grinning proudly at each other over the little flask of blue liquid, which looked exactly like the drawing in the book. Perfect. At least they'd got it right.

"You ready, buzzard?" Aelin teased, swirling the flask gently. "Or would you like to enjoy your tiny stature some more?"

"Aelin," he groaned, "please don't fuckin' torment me like that."

The poor male was on the verge of begging. How adorable.

"All right, all right," she acceded, petting him one last time before placing him on the floor, the glow of her flame illuminating the space so she could see him. "Hold very still."

With the utmost care, Aelin tipped the contents of the flask onto Tiny Rowan, making sure that the liquid hit him and nothing else.

There was a flare of blue light.

And Rowan stood before her, his usual broad self once again.

"I'm never going in here alone again," he swore, brushing himself off. "Fucking mad old magicians."

"Oh, don't be so grim about it," Aelin teased, wrapping her arms around his waist. "You're adorable when you're doll-sized, love. In fact, I think we should have a King Rowan doll made so the whole populace can enjoy just how cute you are." Giggling, she tapped his nose.

His bright green eyes rolled skywards, a wry laugh escaping him despite his best efforts. "Absolutely not, Fireheart."

She pouted. "You ruin all my fun, old man."

"Oh, I'll give you your fun, all right." He smirked down at her.

She smirked right back. "Do your worst, my king." A beat. "In our rooms, though. I don't need any part of you shrinking because you knocked over another old potion in here."

"I'm not that clumsy," he grumbled, leading her out of the laboratory nonetheless.

Her bright laugh chased him up the stairs to their rooms.

[miss-smutty]

The Destructive Secret

Chapter 7

A/N- I'm back! At least I think I am 😂 I wrote this while I was struggling with writer's block so I don't think it's great but the next chapter I'm working on I feel back to the old me 🥳🤞

Summary- Are your lies finally going to catch up to you?

Word count- 2.8K

Pairing- Chris Hems x reader x Liam Hems

Warnings- Mature themes, cheating, swearing, smut

Strictly 18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 2nd Sept 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

The Destructive Secret Masterlist <

The guy turned to leave before looking back over his shoulder at the door, his hand on the door handle.

"If it makes any difference I would choose you over your brother any day." He winked as he left the room.

"What the actual fuck." You shout, storming out of the bathroom in a huff. "There's no way he's gunna stay quiet, it'll be all over the press come tomorrow." You paced the room, your heart beating fast as the adrenaline rushed through you. This was it, this was how it was all going to end. Liam would know as soon as he saw the headlines, all those late night and weekend conferences at the same time as Chris was conveniently away with work.

"To be fair, he does have good taste in men." Chris' usual nonchalance annoyed you, how come he could stay so calm? Why did he make you sound like a crazy person for actually worrying about what might happen.

"It's really not funny Chris, do you want our business known by strangers before we even have chance to speak to Liam and your Mom Chris, she's going to hate me." You feel the warm tears dripping down your cheeks before you even register you're crying. The thought of their mom hating you upsets you more than the thought of Liam hating you. Cathy, their mom was like your own mother, from day one she'd taken you under her wing.

"My Mom would love you no matter what, you know she thinks of you as her own daughter. It's me she's going to blame, Liam's her baby." 

"Yeah you're probably right but still what are we gunna do?" 

"Let's relax babe, you don't know what's going to happen and you can't change it if it does happen so what's the use in worrying about it. Come here."

"You piss me off Chris, you're so laid back. This isn't something you can just sweep under the carpet. It's serious." You needed to take your anger out on him, to let it all out so you could feel better. The four walls of the hotel room were becoming claustrophobic, you wish you could just put your headphones on and just run for a while to clear your head, that's what you usually did.

"I know it is but what can we do? I've done everything we can do, now it's out of our hands. We'll work it out tomorrow, can we enjoy our last night together without all the serious talk?" He raises his eyebrow at you, smiling that sweet, goofy smile of his that has your heart melting.

"You piss me off even more when you look at me like that. I can't stay mad at you and how could I say no to that?" You put your arms around his back, loving the way his height makes you feel so small and safe. He wraps his arms around you, stroking your hair and holding you close.

"That's why I love you yanno." 

"Why?" You ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes, your neck stretching to reach his height.

"Because you never say no." He laughs, a real laugh that you can feel on his toned stomach, shaking against you. It was the best feeling hearing him laugh like that, it'd been so long since you'd heard him laugh. Your life being full of a lot of drama and upset recently that you were appreciative of the little time you had left together.

"Maybe I should start then." You pout pretending to sulk.

"No way, I love how easy you are." He picks you up so you can wrap your legs around him, looking down on him for once. You punch him lightly on his shoulder, still pouting. "Ok, ok I'll stop teasing. You know why I love you though." 

"Tell me." 

He sits down on the end of the bed with you still in his arms, resting on his great big, thick thighs. He moves your hair behind your ears so he can see your face, studying it carefully with a look of adoration in his eyes.

"I love you because you're absolutely drop dead gorgeous, I mean the first time I met you, you literally knocked the air from my lungs. I've been obsessed with you ever since." He shuffles slightly beneath you, getting himself comfy. "This would never have happened with just anyone, I'm not a dick that goes around sleeping with his brothers girls." You give him a questioning look, your eyebrows furrowing. "Seriously, it took fucking everything in me to try and resist you. I'd never felt that before, never been one of them that wants what they can't have. Until I met you. Fuck me you were an absolute bombshell." You frown at him. "Are, still are a bombshell, don't look at me like that." He laughs.

"Tell me more." You whisper, feeling yourself tear up at his revelations as you run your hand through his hair, his eyes closing as you do.

"Am I stroking your ego?" He smiles slyly. "Do you remember the first time you met me?" 

"Of course I do, me and Liam had already been together a year but you'd been in Australia. I was eighteen, young and dumb..."

"And full of..." 

"Do not even finish that sentence, you're ruining the moment." He laughs at you but quickly gets back to being serious.

"You were eighteen and ridiculously mature for your age, I was twenty six and still acted like a teenager. I remember you walking in in that little denim skirt and tank top, smiling at me with that beautiful smile. The first thing I noticed was your eyes, the way they lit up when you smiled. You had me right at that moment, I was smitten. Then you introduced yourself as Liam's girlfriend and my heart sank." 

"I can't believe you remembered what i was wearing, it was twelve years ago." You kiss his forehead, holding his face in your hands. So glad you had the opportunity to talk like this, knowing all this made you know you hadn't made a mistake. "I was so nervous walking up to you, I'd only ever seen you on photos and crushing on you when you were in home and away. Then you're there in front of me looking sexy as hell and I knew I had to make a good impression."

"Little did you know, five years later I'd be bending you over that table and giving you everything you'd been searching for?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow at you with a smirk.

"No, dick! Little did I know you'd sweep me off my feet and make me question everything I ever knew." 

"I am a dick but that's why you love me isn't it?"

"Your ego definitely doesn't need stroking. I fell in love with Liam when I was still a girl and I fell in love with you when I was a woman. People change, needs change and..." 

"And I give you everything you need." His hand travelled to your ass pulling you into him, pressing against his growing erection.

"You do, you need to work on your arrogance though." You laugh. "But seriously I'm done with all this now, we can't go on like this anymore. I want all of you, all of the time."

"So you've made your decision." His lips part, his head resting against your forehead.

"Was there ever any doubt?" You question, running your finger over his lip and grinding against him subtly making him groan.

"Fuck Y/N, I fucking love you so much it's crazy." He says through gritted teeth, holding the small of your back as you raise your hips, your face contorting with need. "What would you do if I asked you to marry me?" His hand travelled down the back of your shorts, cupping your ass in his hands.

"What do you think?" You tease, taking his bottom lip in your teeth and pulling gently.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking." His face was set seriously, he wasn't joking, he wanted to marry you.

"Of course I'd say yes, once we'd dealt with everything." You smile watching his face light up.

"You're going to be Mrs Hemsworth and mine, not Liam's. I can't fucking wait." He picks you up, gripping your ass making you squeel before planting you back on the bed on your back.

Leaning over you, his palm caressing your stomach, kneeding your breasts with his long fingers. His erection poking into your clothed heat.

"You're so fucking perfect, are you ready to cause destruction?" 

"Like now, in bed or?..." 

"You know what I mean." He laughs, reaching down to attach his lips to your neck, sucking gently.

"If it means I get you then yeah, I'm ready." 

"Right answer. You've made me the happiest fucking man in the world yanno?" His hand moves under your top, pushing it up to your chin as his lips finally meet yours. Kissing you deeply with everything he's got, your body rising from the bed to meet his.

"I think... I can... Make you even happier." You say between kisses, pushing down his boxers, your nails scratching his skin gently as you do. 

He rests on one elbow watching you free his cock from its barrier. You cup his balls in your hand, stroking along the length of his cock with the other. He groans, pushing himself into your hands.

"I'll be happier once I'm buried inside this perfect pussy." He kneels between your legs, pulling your panties off before hovering back over you.

"Go slow baby, I want to feel everything." You whisper.

"Fuck, I can't guarantee how long I'll last." He moans, lining himself up and slipping in making you both moan as his cock stretches your walls perfectly.

He rests on his elbows, holding your face in his hands as he gently thrusts into you, wrapping your legs around him and pushing him in further, deeper. Hitting your spot with the curl of his hips, agonisingly slowly. You look into each others eyes, his forehead resting against yours. Tears in your eyes from the intense intamacy.

"I love you Y/N." He declares gruffly, his voice deep with lust.

"I love you too." You whimper.

Moaning everytime his thighs connected with yours, flesh slapping together, bringing your hips up to meet him. Him grunting with every thrust, your sex noises filling the otherwise silent room. The sound like a symphony to your ears, turning you on even more to hear his exclamations of ecstacy.

"It's always been you Chris." You whisper, making his pace become sloppy, losing his composure and restraint at your words. You can see it on his face as it twists, his cock twitching inside of you.

"Come for me baby." He grits his teeth, the muscles in his jaw tightening as his body goes rigid.

"Ah fuck." He brings you over the edge with the last of his powerful thrusts, your legs shaking around him, the feeling of satisfaction melting through your body simultaneously. A proud look on his face as you both come together and he falls limply onto your sweat laced body.

You stay like that for a while, both enjoying the moment, his cock still twitching inside of you. The heaviness of his body burying you into the mattress but you don't complain.

You don't want him to move, you want to memorise the feel of his heaviness and how his cock feels inside of you. How his rough face feels against your smooth skin, his hair tickling under your chin. You trace the muscles on his back, the defined shoulders and lean waist. Your hands gripping his tight, round ass and you close your eyes, remembering every dip and ripple, dreading the thought of being without him in your arms for at least another couple of weeks.

"I don't know how I'm going to watch you walk away tomorrow." He rolls on to his side, pulling you into him. "I think that's the hardest thing to deal with out of everything."

"I was just thinking the same thing." You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers brushing against his tight pecs. "You know we've been doing this for nearly 6 years now and I don't think I've ever felt as close to you as I do now. It's going to be even harder for me to leave this time." 

"I don't even want to think about it but we only have hours left together, what's our plan?" 

"You mean when and how do we tell Liam?" You ask sitting cross legged in the bed, reality kicking back in. You have to go home to Liam and leave Chris all over again, back to the lies and sneaking about.

"That and when am I going to be able to see you again? I don't want to wait as long as last time, you know how crazy i start getting when I don't see you." 

"We've got your cousin's wedding next week. I'll see you there." You risk a glance at him, pain set on his face.

"You'll see me but you'll be arm in arm with Liam and I'll be alone again." 

"How about once the weddings over and done with, we can tell Liam about us?" You watch his face change, like a little boy.

"A week? I can do that, I think. But I'm not going to the wedding alone." 

"What do you mean? A date? With who?" Panic laced in your voice.

"I don't know but I'm sure I won't be short of options." 

"Are you fucking with me? Liam thinks you're dating a married woman, where you going to find one of those?" 

"I don't know but I'm not turning up to a family party on my own again, my aunties can be fucking brutal." 

"Well don't expect to playing all happy families and me being all nice." You sulk.

"Are you jealous?" 

"Yeah, duhh."

"Come here." He pulls you into arms wrapping his legs around yours. Comfortable silence drifting over you both as he strokes your hair and you fall asleep in his arms.

***********

You wake up in the morning smiling, then remembering what day it is and that you have to leave to go back to boring reality and your smile fades. Chris stirring beside you, his muscly arm resting over your stomach, locking you in place.

"Chris, wake up." You whisper in his ear, admiring his sleepy, perfect face. "It's 9.30 we've gotta check out at 10." He makes an unrecognisable sound of exasperation, his eyes opening, puffy with sleep or lack of in this case.

"Aww man, can't we just stay in bed a little longer, I don't wanna let you go." 

"You need to go check out first so we don't leave the hotel at the same time." 

"Fuck sake. Back to reality it is then." He says all hint of jokiness gone from his tone as he sits up and rubs his eyes. 

"I'm afraid so, I need to go grab my things. Text me when you've left please." 

"Wow! I feel used, do I not even get a kiss before you run out on me?" 

"I was just dealing with the business before I dealt with the pleasure, like I'd just leave without giving you a kiss." You threw yourself on him, wrapping your legs around him as he leant against the headboard. Taking his lips in yours, open mouthed kisses that left you both breathless.

*****

You packed up the couple of things you'd actually taken out of your pull along suitcase, you'd spent most of the weekend naked or slobbing about in Chris' t-shirts so all your clothes were still folded and packed.

You were anxious about going home to Liam and having to pretend again, having to try and not slip up about where you'd actually been. You literally had to go through possible conversations in your mind, conjuring up imagined answers to Liam's possible questions so you didn't get caught out. It was hard work.

Then you got the text from Chris telling you he was out of the hotel and on the road back home, followed by how much of a good weekend he'd had and how much he loves you.

You couldn't help having a spring to your step as you walked through the lobby, a weekend full of love making and reminiscing would have that effect on anyone.

After you'd checked out, the anxiety set in, like stepping out of this hotel would be like stepping in to an alternate universe. A universe that wasn't simple and easy like it had been this weekend but stepping through those revolving doors would mean that will all end. This safe feeling of being alone, away from prying eyes would end as soon as you stepped foot outside and it did, a ominous feeling sweeping over you, goosebumps covering your flesh. Maybe you conjured up the feeling in your own mind, manifesting it into existence but you couldn't shake it.

A feeling of being watched, was it your imagination or not? You didn't know, all you knew was how much you wanted to get out of public and back home. As you stood in front of the hotel, picking up your suitcase to carry it down the stairs, something caught your eye. A flash. And then another flash coming from your peripheral.

[sophi-s]

Day 29 #Grief

Whoops. I actually ended up writing a short piece for this one as well and uh... I think I accidentally created a new ship... :O

To Mourn Together

By: sophi-s (me)

Franchise: Darksiders video games

Words: 1 961

Warnings: None

Characters: Uriel, Nathaniel, Abaddon (mentioned)

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With utmost certainty, one could say it was one of the brightest nights in the White City. Of course, with the buildings in the color of gilded snow, every night seemed bright. But that one particular night the full moon spilled its cold, silver light all over the angelic city, bathing it in a pale glow that reflected in the smooth surfaces and illuminated the warm darkness as the gentle gusts of wind blew through the quiet and empty plaza.

Aside from the sentries patrolling the streets, all of the Heaven's denizens were long asleep in their homes. All of them.

Except for one.

A figure of a lonely angel threads lightly through the city, grand white wings folded neatly at his sides, just like his hands behind his back. His golden battle armor is discarded in favor of a simple set of clothes. There's nothing threatening him after all. Lost in thought, he doesn't acknowledge guards greeting him as he passes by. He walks seemingly without purpose, reconsidering the not so recent events.

Your friend serves the Shadow.

The Archon? Corrupted?!

Impossible!

Leave me, Horseman. I must think of what to do now…

He shook his head with an exasperated sigh. One hundred years. It's been over one hundred years since all of this happened. And yet, all this felt far too fresh in his head. As though it happened merely yesterday. Sweeping his gaze over his surroundings, he realised he'd left for the outskirts of the White City, where the grand Tree of Life stands tall and magnificent as it has since the day Heaven was created. But to his surprise, he wasn't alone here after all. At the foot of the Tree, his keen white eyes spotted another angel. A woman. The same silver hair, any other angel possesses, fluttering on the wind, wings of golden, radiant feathers slumped sadly against her back as she stood there, gazing out at the locked gate to the Well of Souls. Strange. He assumed he would be alone.

Since he wasn't trying to sneak up on her, she heard him approach quite early and whipped around to face him, her own robes billowing, but the moment she laid her golden eyes on him she simply sighed.

"Oh. It's just you, Nathaniel.."

"So it is."

Nathaniel murmured, silently wondering who she'd been actually expecting, and stood for a few long moments, looking at her. A black ribbon with a darkened feather tied around her right wrist caught his attention and something twisted painfully in his chest. Even blackened and bathed in Hellish corruption, the ribbon was unmistakable and the feather spoke for itself..

"What are you doing here, Uriel?"

He found himself asking nonetheless. It's been a long while since they last talked. After all, Nathaniel had been sent away from the Hellguard shortly after Uriel joined their ranks. And it was so long ago.. Humming quietly, Uriel turned away to look up at the Tree's tangled canopy of small fluttering leaves.

"A year…"

She sighed when Nathaniel came closer and stood beside her, watching her stare into the black sky where the moon gazed down on them like a gigantic, round eye.

"It's been a year since Abaddon died.. exactly a year, day to day."

Nathaniel nodded in agreement, looking at Uriel's fingers absent mindedly stroking the end of the ribbon tied around her forearm. Even though he'd been away from the White City for quite some time, rumours about the commander of the Hellguard reached Nathaniel even in Lostlight. If they were true, then no wonder Uriel takes Abaddon's demise so personally. He could only imagine what was going on in her head throughout this year. He wasn't going to stop her from spitting out what she'd been choking up inside of her.

"And yet.. I still sometimes wonder. If I should've done something. Stopped War… I don't know."

"He'd been the Destroyer, Uriel. As much as I disagree with it, you couldn't do anything else for him."

Furrowing her eyebrows, Uriel huffed and lowered her head.

"I know. But… I still have this in my head. The sight of him reaching out to me for help. What if…"

She hesitated, something that was very unlike her. Nathaniel raised his eyebrows curiously, waiting for her to speak up. He had his suspicions from the moment Death brought the news of Abaddon's fate and he couldn't help but wonder if Uriel thought the same way.

"I refuse to believe he'd planned it from the beginning. What if all of it wasn't his choice? He can't have been in his right mind! What if before War killed him, in his last moments Abaddon, the real Abaddon, came back? What if… there was still something worth saving in him?"

Nathaniel's suspicions turned out to be true. She thought just like he had. Now it was his turn to look up at the sky. Indeed, there was something so enchanting about this particular night..

"I wondered myself, Uriel. Many times in fact…"

The younger angel crossed her arms and glared down at her boots as though they'd done something wrong. The branches of the Tree creaked mournfully as the wind tugged on them and ruffled feathers of both angels standing below. Its gusts were getting stronger and its voice whistling against nearby structures brought to mind a sorrowful cry of a lost soul.

"Abaddon taught me everything I know. I had known him my whole life. It feels so… empty without him."

I can't believe he's gone. That's what she truly meant to say and Nathaniel knew it but said nothing of it. He knew that feeling quite well. Better than most. Abaddon had been his friend after all…

"Sometimes I feel like he's still here. Watching over me like he always has.."

Uriel chuckled humorlessly, as though she meant to laugh off the ridiculousness of her claim but Nathaniel didn't feel like laughing. He laid his hand on Uriel's shoulder, nearly making her jump in the process.

"Who says he isn't?"

He could clearly see her jaw visibly clench tightly at his assumption. Not that he could blame her. Nathaniel knew all too well what Uriel was going through. He didn't want anyone to feel like he does and he wished to offer her comfort, compassion. But it's not easy to do so while he grieves as well.

"Do you think I could've changed it?"

Uriel suddenly asked, making Nathaniel's eyebrow wander up.

"During the initial Endwar.. Do you think if I was a little faster back then…"

"Uriel."

The deep tone of his voice had just the result he was counting on as she cut off to finally look him in the eye. Nathaniel placed his other hand on her other shoulder and said sternly

"Even if so, it doesn't change anything. We can't turn back time. Thinking this way won't make you feel better."

"And how could you possibly know?"

It was just the matter of time before Uriel snapped and brushed Nathaniel's hands from her shoulders. There was fire in her eyes, burning like the hottest blaze of Hell.

"You don't know how I feel."

Frowning gently, Nathaniel heaved out a long suffering sigh.

"Quite the opposite in fact.. I know exactly how you feel…"

This seemed to have given Uriel a pause.

"I've known Abaddon even longer than you have. He was my close friend, one of the very few I had. When the news of his fall reached me I kept wondering if it would've been different if I was there. This one, wretched thought stayed with me for a whole century, like a festering wound that refuses to heal. If you seek understanding, I assure you, you will find it in me."

Would it have been different if I knew of the darkness that threatened Lucien? Sometimes he still has those doubts... In shock, Uriel opened her mouth a couple of times only to shut it again as she couldn't find suitable words. Until..

"I'm… sorry. I had no idea…"

With an unhappy smile, Nathaniel shook his head. He wasn't going to take offense. Grief does strange things to people. Uriel snapping at him wasn't the worst thing that could've happened.

"Past cannot be changed. Blaming yourself will not bring you peace of mind. We must march into the future."

Snickering quietly, Uriel looked away.

"You speak words of wisdom.. But I cannot decide if they help me either."

Humming thoughtfully, Nathaniel measured Uriel. Her heart was bleeding profusely, even though she kept it hidden away. He knew how to recognise inner turmoil. From his own experience.. Fortunately, he knew just the way. And honestly, after all this.. Abaddon's treason, Lucien's collapse into the hateful darkness.. he probably needed it as much as she did. Carefully, but insistently, Nathaniel reached out to Uriel and gently pulled her into his arms.

"Nathaniel? What.. are you doing?"

Uriel didn't stop him, probably because of confusion and surprise. Not getting pushed away was a small victory in itself. He was more than happy to explain it to her. Going back to memories of that peculiar human who accompanied Death everywhere always warmed his heart.

"A good friend of mine had told me once that embraces can bring comfort. Especially in sorrow. Does it help you ?"

For a long moment Uriel didn't answer. She was thinking. Up this close Nathaniel could feel her heart rapidly hammering against her ribcage. But then she finally returned the embrace and placed her head on his chest with a heavy sigh.

"It does. Even if a little.."

A tiny note of wonderment in her voice was barely perceptible but definitely there. For a few minutes both angels stood like that in silence before Uriel spoke again.

"Do you think he's at peace? Abaddon, I mean…"

Staring at the shorter angel in his arms, Nathaniel harrumphed. The Charred Council was surely bent on condemning Abaddon, sentencing him to damnation even after his death. He only hoped that the Horsemen made short work of them before they were able to fulfill their dire promises and cast the already tormented soul into Oblivion. Nothing was sure. The only way to confirm either was to travel to the Kingdom of the Dead. Nathaniel couldn't say for certain that Abaddon has his rest or if his spirit in this very moment wastes away in nothingness. The mere thought made his stomach churn. But he didn't speak his fears out loud. He didn't dare.

"I do sincerely hope so…"

An answer as good as any, he supposed. It wasn't a "yes" but neither it was a "no". Perhaps it would be just enough..

"Thank you, Nathaniel.. I'm glad you came here…"

Somehow, an odd, heavy presence lingering about was abruptly lifted from the air when Uriel whispered into the edge of his coat but stayed motionless where she was, unwilling  and not ready to pull away just yet. Mourning is always easier with a companion. For just a second Nathaniel could've sworn he saw something… someone… move out of the corner of his eye but just as suddenly as they appeared, they were gone. It was most likely nothing. Just a fleeting trick of his imagination. Nathaniel rested his chin on top of Uriel's head and closed his eyes, listening to the wind blowing gently overhead and to her heart beating right next to his own. Two different rhythms that seemed the same. He didn't wish to leave just yet either. Luckily, he didn't have to. There was no need for hurry. It was still the middle of the night. No one will see them here, vulnerable and weak, slowly mending their broken hearts from the pieces.

They still had time…

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Bear with me, I just wanted those sad dorks to lift each other's spirits up. It's not my fault that I'm so trash 😂

At least I drew Nathaniel properly, as I promised :P

Darksiders Inktober drawing prompts by @imagine-darksiders

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In a Minute

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/OC (Allie), Ballins if you squint

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Language, Feels, Smut, DaddyKink, Bondage.

Summary: Allie is the girlfriend of Dean Ambrose, but Seth Rollins is her best friend.....where does their falling out leave her?

Author's Note: So this....drank a red bull and grew fucking wings? Probably won't stay a one shot as I need a way to process Dean and Seth's current feud without writing Ambrollins.

Dedicated as always to my best bitches in the TTC

Taglist: @chasingeverybreakingwave @crookedmoonsaultpunk @fangirls-gotta-fangirl @littledeadrottinghood @sugasfatgf @sonjashuterbugjohnson @nerdlife0612 @empress-with-the-crown @magical419 @evilangel84

Allie knew she'd fucked up as soon as Dean didn't even wait for her to finish checking in before he'd grabbed his key and went up to their shared hotel room.

She knew she broke the one rule he'd told her she couldn't break. Dean and Seth weren't getting along at all right now and while he'd said he wouldn't ask her to stop being friends with him herself he'd prefer if he didn't have to see it.

Ever since Dean had come back from his injury he'd been so different. He'd been quiet, thoughtful…..almost sullen, way less easy going, especially around his brothers and then when they'd all found out Roman wasn't going to be around for a while.…. he'd snapped and his other brother had borne the brunt of his ire.

Eariler that night at the house show, Dean had attacked Seth during his match with Drew and she'd known she should have just listened to Seth and let Finn help him, but Seth was her best friend other then her boyfriend and the two men having their issues wasn't going to stop her from helping him.

So she'd been sitting at a table helping Finn with patching Seth up since the stubborn man didn't want to go to the trainer when she'd caught a glimpse of her boyfriend staring at them with a snarl twisting his handsome features.

"Go on sweetheart, get out of here." Finn said gently, taking the ice pack from Allie's hand

"But.…" She said softly

Seth looked at her with an exhausted smile "Go on Al, no need to poke the bear, Finn's got me. Ambrose and I will work it out eventually, we always do." He said reassuringly.

Allie was shaken out of her thoughts by the desk clerk asking for her credit card, when she reached in her wallet to get it, a scrap of paper fell loose with Dean's familiar jagged handwriting.

Wait 15 minutes

"Well shit" she muttered to herself, she was DEFINITELY in trouble...and not even the fun kind.

When Allie finally went upstairs and entered their room Dean was sitting in a chair in the middle and the lights were dimmed.

"Dean, baby I'm…" she started to apologize

Dean put a single finger to his lips and shook his head, silencing her without uttering a single word.

"I'm.…upset that you broke the rule, but your instincts say to take care of your friend when he's hurt so I understand." He said quietly

"Seth has a lesson to learn, don't interfere with that again, understood?" He ordered.

"Yes Dean." She responded quietly

Dean raised a single eyebrow "What was that?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy, Yes Daddy" she quickly corrected herself.

Dean sighed "Daddy hasn't been properly taking care of his Doll lately, has he?" Dean said pointing to the bright blue pillow on the table next to the door.

Without a second thought Allie strips completely nude, retrives the pillow and kneels on it at Dean's feet.

"Seth, Roman, Braun and his mutts my head's been so full." He continues, running a hand through her hair before clenching his fist and tilting her head so she was looking directly at him, the slight bite of pain from his grip shooting directly to her pussy.

"But that doesn't mean that Daddy doesn't love or need his Doll. You know that right? You may answer."

"I…." Allie didn't know exactly what to say, the Dean that he'd slowly morphed into during his recovery time, didn't always feel like HER Dean.

Her Dean was was funny and easygoing, even when he was domming her. This Dean was intense and seemed angry all the time, she'd only seen glimpses of her Dean in the many months since his injury and only once since SummerSlam, when his older cousin had helped the boys out of a jam with Corbin.

"I don't know how to answer that question, Daddy." She said sadly "Sometimes I feel like the new you doesn't need me."

A look of sadness crossed Dean's face, then he let go of her hair and slid the chair back to kneel on the floor in front of her.

"I know. Babydoll I know I didn't come back the same and now I got this shit with Seth to work out. But that's between me and him. You need to stay out of it." Dean said wrapping his arms around her.

Allie nodded into his shoulder, she didn't like watching the two men she loved most in the world fight and scream at each other but she knew both men were right. They'd work it out, there would just be lots of fighting. For some reason as close as they were, Seth and Dean, as much as they loved each other, just communicated best with violence and anger.

"Hey, how about we just have some fun tonight? No punishments, no pain that doesn't make you come, just Daddy showing you how much I'll always love and need her no matter what" he whispered in her ear.

Allie shivered at the husky tone in his voice "Yes, Daddy. I want that."

"Then up in the chair babydoll, Daddy's gonna take care of you because you've always taken care of him, even when he doesn't really deserve it."

Allie sat in the chair he had vacated and shivered again as she watched Dean go to his backpack and pull out a skein of silky black rope.

"Playtime, babydoll" He whispered as he kneeled in front of her again and began to unravel it at her feet. "Legs over the arms, Doll."

Allie did as Dean commanded and spread her legs, draping each over the arms of the comfortable club chair.

"Good Girl" he said as he started to tie her ankles to the legs of the chair so she couldn't close them.

Oh. Oh. Shit. Allie thought to herself, she knew EXACTLY what game her boyfriend wanted to play. The one where he made her come until she screamed for mercy or passed out, sometimes both.

Dean smirked up at her as he finished tying her other leg. "Did someone figure out what we're about to do?" He leaned foward and blew a warm breath over her already damp pussy.

"Don't tease, Daddy.….." she whined

Dean laid a soft smack over her pussy causing her to moan loudly "Are you trying to boss Daddy around?"

"Nooooo...but..."

Dean licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit before wrapping his lips around the already hard nub and sucking.

"Oh, shit, oh fuck yes Daddy."

"Baby wants Daddy to eat this kitty all up right? So Daddy can have all of the deliciousness he can drink?"

"Yes, yes Daddy" Dean was the worst Oh Christ he was in a mood, and when Dean was in mood he could be an unrelenting tease.

Dean hadn't had a full beard since they'd been together and the sensation of it rasping against her thighs was one of her favorite things about his new look.

Dean thrust two thick fingers inside of her and crooked them to find…

"Oh fucking shit" she nearly screamed as Dean nailed her g-spot and she came damn near instantly. He was so fucking good at this. It should be illegal. Before him she'd had an enjoyable fling with Tomasso Ciampa when she'd still been in NXT and before he'd become an asshole but Dean was on a whole other level.

"Want you to ride my fucking face babydoll." He rasped as he pulled out of her and used both quick releases in the knots securing her to the chair.

He stripped off his tight black shirt and laid down on the plush carpet. "Come on baby, put that kitty where I need it."

Allie straddled her boyfriend's head and gasped as he wrapped those thick arms around her thighs and brought her pussy to his face. Licking and nibbling at her clit like she was his last meal.

He urged her to literally ride his face rocking her hips so that he could lick at her entrance while his nose bumped her clit with every stroke.

"Oh fucking God shit Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Please please, Daddy want your cock now" she babbled

Dean hauled her off him and almost frantically reached for his belt buckle, not even taking the time to completely take them off, he just pulled out his throbbing cock and motioned for her to get back on top of him.

"Come on baby doll" he demanded

Allie scrambled back on top of Dean and he quickly lined his cock up with her entrance and thrust into her soaking wet pussy.

"Fuck!" They said almost in unison as she began to bounce on him as he cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples just the way she loved.

"Not gonna last long Doll, you taste too fucking good." He said still pinching her nipple with one hand as he started to rub her clit with the other "Come on Allie Baby come for Daddy" he commanded.

Months of hearing that voice tell her over the phone to come when he'd been in Alabama and she'd still been with the rest of the roster had had it's effect on her

"Dean" she screamed as she arched her back, her hair nearly reaching his thighs and came all over his cock as he filled her grasping pussy with his hot cum.

"Fucking hell" he growled that same snarl from eariler twisting his mouth again.

Allie collapsed onto his chest, both of them sweating like they'd just wrestled an hour long match.

"We gotta move Allie, baby. Neither of our bodies will ever forgive us if we pass out on the fucking floor."

"In a minute. ….I got jelly legs"

Dean kissed her forehead "all right babydoll" he sighed

"In a minute."

[shi-daisy]

Hidden Depths

Here's my third entry for Ulquihime week! Today's theme is Sin and what's better for that than some sexy fluff! The fic takes place in an AU where Ulquiorra is a healer/cleric and Orihime is a succubus/imp. I hope you guys like!

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Ulquihime Week: Prompt 3 - Sin

Hidden Depths

Whenever the fire consumed them, they would put it out. By any means necessary, and tonight was no exception.

Ulquiorra pushed Orihime down on the bed, their weight made the mattress creak breaking the silence in the room.

Orihime sighed whenever he kissed her neck, leaving marks where his lips had touched. As his mouth went lower, he removed her dress. By now she was used to the routine; he'd undress her, pleasure her and go back to sleep in his own bed.

She understood why he did that. Despite leaving the Cleric order Ulquiorra still held their values close, and sleeping with an Imp was probably taboo for him still.

She wondered why he continued doing it, if he hated it. The surges of heat only happened once a month, and only lasted for a night. As painful as they were she could endure it, but he insisted on taking care of her.

The first time they slept together he'd said he did it because as the team's healer it was his job to keep her healthy.

'Lies. I'm sure he wouldn't do this with any other girl on the team.'

Orihime had ignored it, but now doubts were creeping up in her mind. 'Does he find it thrilling? Maybe he likes having power over an Imp... or perhaps he likes to sin, even if it's just for a time. He only ever touches me.'

"Woman?" His voice brought her back to reality. He must've noticed her expression. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you."

Ulquiorra's hand was on her cheek softly caressing her. She placed her hand over his. "I'm fine. Do you mind if I touch you this time?"

He backed away, surprised and even hurt. She immediately regretted asking. 'What the hell was I thinking?! He doesn't even take off his clothes when we do this!"

"I shouldn't have asked. Sorry."

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. Eventually Ulquiorra spoke. "...You won't like looking at me without my clothes. My body is not what you would call appealing."

So that was it. Orihime smiled. "There isn't anything that won't make me like you."

He nodded, his pale fingers trembled as he removed his robes. In the candlelight she could see the entirety of his body. Ulquiorra's chest had a tattoo of a four over his heart, although that wasn't the most notable feature. His chest and back were covered with many scars, some small and some wide, but all of them looked incredibly painful.

"What happened?"

"Upon my desertion from the order I was punished, these scars cannot be healed even by the gods."

His gaze was downcast, not wanting to face her directly. 'Why? You shouldn't be the one ashamed! They were the ones who hurt you...' Of course they'd done that, she reminded herself. 'He wouldn't kill imps. All of the scars are proof of his sacrifice.'

She lifted his chin with her fingers, wanting him to face her. "I'm honored you allowed me to see you like this. On behalf of what's left of my people, I thank you for bearing those scars, so that we wouldn't have to."

His eyes were watering. "You don't find them repulsive?"

"Why would I? If anything they make me think even more highly of you!" She dried his tears with a big smile. "Besides, guys with scars are hot!"

That made him laugh. "You have strange tastes woman."

"Well, you did always say I was a saucy little minx!" She joked, her hands softly caressed his chest and stomach, marking sure to trace every corner, contour and scar.

Ulquiorra hissed, but seemed to be pleasured by the gesture. Orihime traced the four tattoo, gazing at it curiously. "What does it mean?"

"It was my rank, I was the fourth in the order before deserting."

"Ooh! So that means you're one of the elite. Lucky me having a powerful cleric to help when I'm in heat!"

He rolled his eyes. "I see you're back to your usual antics." This time he didn't seem mad, but amused. "Should we resume our previous activities, devious woman?"

Whenever he used her nickname she'd found it adorable, but when he said with while stroking her tail she had to moan. 'Clever jerk, he knows that gets me off!'

Orihime took the chance to lick his neck, knowing it drove him wild. "I'll always be a devious woman, but tonight I'm your devious woman, and I want you badly Ulquiorra."

Without warning he had pushed her back down again. Her head hadn't hit the pillows before she felt his lips latch onto her breast.

"Ah! Ulquiorra!" Orihime moaned whole burying her hands on his hair.

Ulquiorra chuckled, sending vibrations over her sensitive skin. 'He's never been this rough before.'

While he worked her chest with his mouth and one of his hands, the other one ended up on her entrance.

"Wet already? I know you're in heat, but it usually takes you longer to get like this."

"Mmm! Who's fault is that?"

"Well then, I'll have to take responsibility."

That was all she heard before he slid a finger inside, the rest followed quickly.

"Ulquiorra, I want it! Please!" she begged.

He nodded, removing their remaining clothes and getting into position. The first thrust was always a little painful, but after a rhythm had been set the pain would fade into pleasure.

Most of the time she'd kept her eyes closed and enjoy the sensation, but tonight she wanted to look at Ulquiorra. His subtle changes of expression, his low moans, she wanted to relish in it all.

"You're tighter than usual. Do you want me that much?" He'd muttered while wrapping his arms around her back, near her wings.

"I've always wanted you this damn much! From the second I laid eyes on you!" Orihime didn't realized what she said until it was to late. There was no way to take it back now.

Ulquiorra didn't seem to mind. He just held her tighter. "I never thought I would hear those words from you, but I'm immensly happy I did."

Their first days were spent with teasing and small quarrels, but even with his cold attitude and logistics he'd managed to win her heart. 'I thought he wouldn't want me, that I was annoying to him, perhaps that's why he got close the first time. It was a fraction of what a couple should be, but it was better than nothing.'

Everything fell into place, like the pieces of a complicated puzzle. Between the frenzy they'd been enduring and the kisses he was giving her they both reached their peak. Exhaustion took over and they both layed on the bed as the bliss of afterglow fell upon them.

"Sinning doesn't seem too bad now, huh?" Orihime said, breaking the silence.

"You've corrupted me. I've gotten addicted to our sinful nights." He took her hand and kissed it. "May I stay with you?"

She smiled. "Yes. I'd like that."

His heartbeat was lulling her to sleep, before giving into the dark she heard him whisper three words. She said them back before closing her eyes.