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stardusthuntress · 4 months ago

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True Partners - Ch. 1

Din Djarin x femaleMandalorian!reader

Word Count: ~3.2k

Summary: Din Djarin finds himself in a bit of a sticky spot and calls in an old friend for assistance… one he may or may not have a thing for…

TW: this one is pretty mild, but it will get spicy later… very spicy… canon-typical violence (Mando is pursued by an opposing party, nothing new there); but it does get a bit suggestive at the end and the next part will be very NSFW, so I’m just gonna rate this whole thing NSFW; Din and partner chat about getting intimate and where their limits are, trying to give this a healthy relationship vibes, you guys will have to let me know if I missed anything that goes back on that in any way! FYI, Din is starting to question his strict rules about being Mandalorian, I tried not to make too many conjectures about it, but just bear that in mind if dissenting about his culture is something you aren’t comfortable with!

A/N: please enjoy this fun little snaggle and the Top Gun movie reference I snuck in there! Also I know very little about the N1, so please excuse any mistakes I might have made or conjectures/assumptions I made, consider it creative license required something to keep the story moving!

Mando’a:

Buir = parent, in this case, father

Keldable kiss = a Mandalorian habit of giving a kiss without removing the helmet, consists of the tapping of foreheads together, usually two beskar-clad foreheads, but it doesn’t have to be

dividers by: @/djarrex

Blaster fire scattered through the rings of the planet, as the Mandalorian took down his quarry, one by one. He’d managed to reduce their numbers back to something he could handle more easily, but it hadn’t been easy.

Not long after they cornered him, one of them had managed a direct hit to his fuel hatch, and his fuel levels were steadily dropping. It was a slow leak, but it was still a leak. There was no way he was getting out of this one alone.

Somewhere between reducing his opponent's game pieces from 14 to 11, he managed to send a single ping to an old friend. One he’d teamed up with for a few years, long before Grogu came into his life. Rumor had it, she resided in this sector of the galaxy. He wondered if she’d still be up for teaming up with him again. They’d parted on good terms, but he still occasionally wished they had let their team-up become something more. No matter, right now he had a few too many starfighters working against him, and his little one in his lap. Not the time for distractions.

Fortunately, this planet had a magnetic field that interacted with some of the rocks in its rings in strange ways. Ways he could use.

He dodged, dove, and spiraled his way through and around a few that would scatter his signature and make him hard to track. Behind him, one of the starfighters attempted to skim a rather large asteroid to cut corners and catch him faster, but a large obstacle is also a visibility gamble, and it hadn’t worked in their favor. He could see the reflection of the explosion in the transparisteel of his cockpit.

Grogu babbled happily, arms in the air. Mando chuckled.

Only 10 left.

He pulled a tight turn and then diverted between several large rocky chunks, and flipped his engines to reverse and then up and low to kill his speed and add a slight rotation, lest he lose all his momentum and let his leak get worse.

His prey fell for his trap, swerving around the rock right in front of him, trying to cut him off. One shot from his barrels and the clueless pilot was little more than a smattering of stardust.

Just 9 more to go.

As he swerved and dodged, closing in on yet another poorly trained pilot, his comm crackled to life in his cockpit, a familiar voice drifting through the void between them as a few blasts from a new ship entered the fray.

“Hello, old friend! You look like you could use some assistance?” He didn’t have to see her face to know she was smiling.

“You could say that,” He responded, trying to keep the giddiness from his own voice.

“You sure got yourself into a fun little tangle here,” she quipped, zipping in behind him, between the Mandalorian’s N1 and his pursuers. “Brake right!”

On cue, Mando abruptly changed course, diverting from the targeting system of the opponent that had been closing in on him.

“You seem to be leaving a breadcrumb trail of fuel behind you. Is that why you called?”

“It is,” he answered, in his usual short but direct habit.

The metallic sound of an exaggeratedly exasperated sigh crackled through the comms. Mando felt a twinge of guilt for finding a reason to part ways all those years ago. He'd missed her.

Somewhere in the distance, he saw blaster fire and a flash of orange and yellow.

8 left.

As they chased and swerved like a coordinated team, he finally got a good look at her ship.

“That’s a bigger ship than I remember you having,” he commented.

Two explosions rocked the rings around them as debris scattered, only 6 more to go.

“Yeah, got lucky. It was given to me by some good friends.”

“Given to you? It looks like a Zyggerian Slave Ship…” Mando’s voice was laced with doubt. Was this the same woman he remembered?

“It WAS, at one point in its history. But you know I take down Slavers on sight.”

He chuckled with relief, “So that hasn’t changed a bit.”

“Nope! How about you? Anything new in your life?” She asked, she always did have more fun with battles when they were paired with witty banter.

“See for yourself.” He diverted up and left, soaring in front of her cockpit, allowing her to get a good look at the occupants of his little Nabooian starfighter, AND knock out his pursuer as it trailed unsuspecting through her sights.

5 left.

“Do I spy a little foundling in your lap, Djarin?”

He chuckled, stealing a glance down at the little guy tucked into his bandolier. “That you do.”

In his lap, Grogu squealed with joy, seemingly convinced they were riding the best rollercoaster he’d ever been on.

“Sure sounds like a cute little one! Though I have to say, I think that leak you’ve got is getting worse. Tell ya what, why don’t we corral them over by that big dent of a crater in the obnoxiously round asteroid over there and finish this?”

“How do you propose we get them over there?” He was getting nervous about his fuel levels too.

“What else? Make ‘em think they cornered us, of course!”

“That was always one of your favorite maneuvers,” he noted.

“Yeah. It’s fun, and it’s fast, and it’s efficient. All of which are beneficial right about now.”

A few maneuvers later, the pair crossed in front of the big crater and swung out and behind their pursuers, cornering them against the crater they were about to make larger, and opening fire.

“See? Fast and finished! How about that?”

“I might need you to come to me….” He seemed a little embarrassed about it, though someone who didn’t know him very well wouldn’t be able to hear the hidden pain in his voice.

“Alright, hang tight. I’m gonna scoop you into the cargo bay and we can take a look at your ship. Can’t wait to meet the little one!”

Din sighed, what an embarrassing way to say hi to an old flame.

A few minutes later, Din stepped out of his ship into the cargo bay of hers.

“No. Grogu, you stay there. I need both hands to take a look at the damage. Maybe she can take us to Tatooine if it’s too bad.”

“I don’t know who or what is on Tatooine, but I should have all the tools you need here to fix it on this ship. Though if that’s an N1 I might not have the custom parts on hand you’ll need to get her running again.” She tried to hide the jealousy in her voice. Clearly Tatooine had something or someone meaningful to him.

“It is. Good eye.” He notes, stealing a glance at her out of the corner of his helmet as he knelt beside his ship, reaching into the gaps between hull plates to better assess the damage. “I figure if Peli and the Jawas can’t get the right parts, maybe Boba can.”

“Good friends of yours?” It was a good thing he wasn’t looking at her, she was struggling to keep the jealousy from making her look a bit put out.

“Of a sort,” his voice held no clues as to their significance to him. So, he was back to being his usual vague self when he answered her questions. This would be fun.

He stands, satisfied with his assessment of his ship, “Looks like it’s just minor damage, though I might need a new fuel hatch and hinge.”

“If you want one that’s a little more blaster proof I could make you one with a touch of beskar, or at least reinforce it with a bit more shielding than the original design had. As much as I love the J-type Newbian ships, every ship flying between the stars has a few flaws, and that was one of theirs.”

“And yet, you’re flying this,” he gestures to the ship around them, finally taking a chance to look around, and to take a good look at her.

He takes a deep breath, just looking at her. “You’re still wearing the armor.” His voice has the twinge of memory in it. “But still sans helm.”

“I am still of Mandalorian heritage, the beskar was passed down in my family to me. I am still Mandalorian, according to some traditions, just not all of them… since I took off my helmet… I got tired of never seeing the stars with my own eyes, of never getting a chance to openly react to people’s expressions without coming across as gruff and unyielding. Though that can be very helpful, it can also be a negative thing at times. Children tend to fear a face they cannot read.” She clarified, unsure of how he would react to it given that he seemed to be handling that very scenario just fine.

“I know,” he muttered. “I thought… you were the only one that did that…”

“I take it you have met others now?” She asked.

“Yes…” his tone implied he was still grappling with it, but he seemed to be accepting that it was a way to live and remain Mandalorian. “I had to atone for it…. But if I hadn’t taken it off, I would never have been able to rescue him.” His visor turned back towards the open cockpit of his little starfighter.

A delighted gurgle from the cockpit of the N1 announced the appearance of a little green head with big ears and curious eyes.

“Well hello there, little one!” she cooed, excitement adding a happy glimmer to her eyes as she took small steps towards the ship.

The little green bean lifted his arms to her, like he wanted her to pick him up.

She looked hesitantly back at Din. “Can I pick him up?”

Din nodded, once, but watched, carefully as she stepped forward and scooped up his little bundle of joy.

“Hello! Aren’t you a sweet thing!” She automatically began to sway back and forth when he was in her arms. “What’s your name?”

The baby babbled gibberish at her, reaching up to put a little hand on her chin.

Din found himself getting jealous. Perhaps there were pros to not wearing the helmet anymore. He’d been struggling with the issue of wearing the helmet at all times since he’d gotten Grogu back and Bo had been allowed to remove her helmet. Now, once again, he found himself debating. To distract himself, he focused on her question.

“Grogu,” Din stated, “His name is Grogu.”

“Grogu!” She repeated, and the little one looked up at her expectantly, “Is that you?”

A little grin and bubbly laugh echoed from the child on her hip. And she laughed too, hugging the child to her.

“Goodness, you’re a cute little one!” She giggled. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a chance to hang out with foundlings!” She told his contented little face.

Din stepped forward, silent as ever, unsure if he wished she could see the smile he wore beneath his helmet. He was glad she was getting along well with the kid already.

“Oh, does Buir want you back already?” She asked as Din approached.

Grogu giggled and extended his arms towards Din.

She smiled and passed him the baby, watching as Din stepped into father mode. Extra gentle hands cradling the baby’s head and back as he looked him over, adjusting his little coat, then tucking him into his hand, settling him to face outwards.

When Din looked back up, he found her watching him closely, biting her lip. He felt himself release a silent sigh. So she did still want him too. Maybe it wasn’t too late for the two of them after all.

They fell into a comfortable silence, content to just be around each other again.

“It’s good to see you again.” Din started, voice a little hoarse, unsure of how much he wanted to say. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she replied, laying a hand on his shoulder in her unyielding need to be nearer to him. Her face turned towards his pauldron, a look of surprise on her face. “You got a signet!”

“We got a signet,” Din corrected, proud of his little clan.

She hesitantly retracted her hand. “Oh! We! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were… uh…”

Din had forgotten he hadn’t done anything to assure her that he too had not yet found a partner!

“We’re a clan of two now,” Din said, his voice full of pride as he looked at the small bundle in his arms and it looked up at him. “I adopted Grogu. He’s my apprentice.”

“Oh! Two!” She breathed a sigh of relief, the sparkle returning to her eyes. “Well, your clan is always welcome wherever I call home! Speaking of, if we want to be the most efficient with fuel, it’ll take us about 2 days to get to Tatooine from here. Why don’t you two come upstairs to the main cabin and make yourselves comfortable? I have food if you’re hungry, and space to lay down - with privacy! If you need to take that helmet off, or take a nap, or anything. There’s a spare room if you want it.”

“Grogu is always hungry,” Din comments, making her laugh.

“Well, hopefully, I have something he likes! Follow me,” and she headed back up the ladder to the crew compartments.

Grogu takes a nap after eating almost twice his weight in snacks.

Din finds himself making a point to get to know his former partner again.

“Well I gotta say, I remember you having a silver ship, but that’s a much smaller silver ship than I remember you having,” she says with a sly smile, echoing his comment from earlier.

“Yeah, Razor Crest took too big of a hit…” Din explained. He couldn’t make himself say more. It was still a bit hard for him to admit he didn’t have a real space he could call home, for the kid’s sake.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” she looked at him with concern, eyes boring into his helmet.

Sometimes he swore she could see through it like she had x-ray vision. Or at least she made him feel seen, the real man beneath the beskar.

“Hmm, well, perhaps you don’t have one yet, but you could have space in a ship to call home soon… if you wanted…” she hinted.

Din was ecstatic, but also debatably certain that he was reading too much into it, so he just stared at her, unsure of what to do or say.

She could see his chest plate rising and falling rapidly, and knew her playful comment was starting to get to him.

She smiled at him, and Din almost melted right there. He was sure she could hear his breathing through the modulator as he tried desperately to get his emotions under control.

After 2 days he’s making excuses to stay in her company….

After 2 weeks he starts flirting more directly. A wry grin from a visiting Boba (also sans helm) followed by a laugh from Peli tells her they’ve never seen Mando act this way before and it definitely means what she thinks it does. Things just flow so smoothly between them, it’s like no time has passed at all. And even the few moments when they do catch each other off guard with something, it is always quickly resolved with a laugh and a teasing nudge or a quick chat and acceptance of differences or an alteration of habits to accommodate personal preferences.

After 2 months, he finds himself pulling her into his lap and resting the metallic dome of his helmet against her temple after putting the baby to bed.

She hums with a contented smile and leans into him, welcoming his first attempt at a keldable kiss.

Din’s grip on her waist tightens.

“You know, I had one hell of a crush on you when we were partners… I think I still do, actually.” She, a woman whom he personally knows to be a badass Mandalorian warrior capable of knocking him on his ass in minutes during combat training sessions, seems shy when she says it.

Din chuckles. “I did too, and still do.”

She swiftly turns in his arms and nuzzles into the cape covering his shoulders.

“You seem to have made peace with my decision to not wear the helmet all the time?” She asks, still curious what his stance is on the matter now.

“I have,” is all he says. “Are you okay with my decision to keep mine on?”

“Yes,” she answers, and places a quick kiss on the side of his helm to reassure him. “Do you think Grogu will be okay with this too?”

Din reaches up to put a hand under her chin so he can look her in the eye when he says it, “I think he’s already accepted that you’re not going anywhere.”

She laughs and hides in his shoulder again.

“You’re good with him,” Din tells her.

“So are you,” she answers. “He adores you, ya know.” She surfaces from his cape to say it.

Din tilts his helmet up to look into her eyes, “Will you stay with us?”

Her eyes widen with excitement, and she bursts into a grin. “Yes!” She shifts, fixing him with an expression that hints at a question for him too. “Would you like to move into my bedroom while we’re busy adventuring?”

“Only if you’ll move into my cabin with us on Navarro when we’re more domestic.” He teases.

She giggles and nods. “I would love to! Though, perhaps first we should try sharing a bed for a few nights, make sure everything works out smoothly?”

“I don’t know if I’d be able to resist being more intimate with you if we try that.” He admits, quietly.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she whispers.

Din masks his groan as a grunt as he shifts beneath her.

She giggles. “Don’t hold back, Din. I need you too!” she croons, the cool beskar of his helmet brushing against her lips as he leans into her.

“There’s a few things we need to discuss, first.” He seems nervous to even say it.

“Okay,” she says with understanding, as though this isn’t such an intimate conversation. “Let’s talk about how to do this,” she encourages.

He can take his clothes off, but not his helmet unless her eyes are covered… and he very much wants to be able to kiss her… everywhere, though he’s not sure he’s ready to admit that last part out loud just yet.

So she offers to get a blindfold… and or a sleep mask so they can sleep together…

Din nods, excitedly. “You would do that, for me?”

“Even better,” she states, “I already use a sleep mask regularly, so it’s just a matter of adding you to the bed, Love.”

Din grips her waist tightly with excitement.

“Do you want to start tonight, or wait a few nights first?” She asks, letting him take the reigns since this is about his comfort level.

“Let’s wait a few nights,” he thinks it through, “I want to tell Grogu about this change before it happens… so he knows where to find me… if he needs me.”

“Okay, just let me know when you’re ready,” she states, placing a lingering kiss on the edge of his visor.

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wardenparker · 10 months ago

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Vampire Waltz - ch 17

Max Phillips x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

A mysterious inheritance, sprawling mansion, eccentric roommates, friendly bat, and coven of New England witches are the newest chapter of your life after being unceremoniously dumped and kicked out by your boyfriend. For Max, the biggest change in his life is you, and what exactly he's going to do about the fact that he is stuck living with you as long as his sire continues to punish him for that incident at his last office...

Rating: Mature, but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 9.1k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: deceased parents, cursing, food, blood and blood drinking, depictions and references to abusive relationships. Anxiety and trauma responses. Self-worth issues.* Honestly, not many warnings here. Mostly fluff and some sexy flirting and blood drinking/talk of biting. Summary: On the night of the Samhain ball, your long-anticipated return home is marked with tears, hugs, and a very important announcement. Notes: Next week's epilogue will be the official end of this story, my darlings, and I am so grateful for every single one of you who has come along for the ride!

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch 10 ~ Ch 11 ~ Ch 12 ~ Ch 13 ~ Ch 14 ~ Ch 15 ~ Ch 16

"Miss Allison, I promise you that everything is under control." Mrs. Taylor has watched Allison work her very hardest to finish the plans on the Samhain ball, and she has done wonderfully. Far more wonderfully than Allison herself would ever take credit for. Now, though, it is up to Mrs. Taylor and the rest of the staff to get the buffet tables and innumerable chairs set. "Please go and get dressed. We will take care of everything from here. It is going to be a wonderful night."

“Are you sure?” She bites her lip and wracks her brain, running through the mental checklist that has been swirling through her mind and double then tripled several times.

"This is not, as you like to say, my first rodeo." The elder vampire chuckles at the expression and motions toward the stairs. "There is plenty of time. Take a shower or even a bath. Relax yourself. Get dressed. It is time to enjoy your night."

“Do you think we ordered enough blood and donors?” She asks worriedly. Vampires from all over are descending on the estate and some do not drink from blood bags, so concessions had to be made.

“Mr. Finchley counted through the bags this morning and Renee is meeting each of the donors as they arrive.” Mostly students from the neighboring college, the set of a dozen voluntary donors for the night have signed contracts for financial compensation that they are permitted to back out of at any time if they should decide — and they will also be provided with enormous care packages made by the Taylors regardless of how long they stay or how many guests partake of their blood. Mrs. Taylor has baked and cooked enough in advance for each of them to essentially have a week’s worth of free food and Mr. Taylor went through enormous trouble to find them all manner of health and self-care items as well as other goodies. “Mr. Taylor had offered to speak to everyone but Renee thought the young ladies who signed up might be less intimidated if she was the one to greet them.”

“That would be best. I can also meet with them. Explain how it is for a human.” She offers with a slight blush. Last night she and Eddie had indulged in that particular activity after the conversation they had and she loved it.

Mrs. Taylor smiles at Allison’s blush, not calling attention to it but certainly noting the happiness in the young woman. Things appear to be going quite well. “I’m sure they would be comforted to hear from you.”

“Then I will meet with them when they are ready.” Allison decides with a smile. “Please have someone inform me when that is?”

“They have been asked to arrive by nine o’clock tonight.” The mantle clock beside them reads just after seven, meaning there truly is plenty of time. “The Master is taking it upon himself to greet any trick or treaters we might have tonight, so do not feel you need to rush in readying yourself.”

“He loves children, doesn’t he?” Allison asks, tilting her head and smiling at the thought of the elder vampire greeting kids and cooing over their costumes.

“He does.” Mrs. Taylor nods. The same expression of soft admiration paints both their features and the housekeeper clasps her hands a moment later. “Would you like a tea tray for your room? Or any help getting ready?”

“Some tea would be lovely.” She admits before she thinks about something else. “Is— has Dolly’s room been prepared for her return?” She asks softly, as if asking about it might jinx things.

An enigmatic smile from Mrs. Taylor is not the reassurance she is looking for, but the vampiric housekeeper has plenty of her own secrets as well. “All is prepared for. Truly, there is nothing for you to worry about. You should try to enjoy yourself tonight, miss.”

“Were you nervous when you were human?” Allison asks in wonder. “Or have you always been so self-assured?”

“Oh goodness no.” That actually illicits a small laugh from her and Mrs. Taylor shakes her head. “It took a good century or so to find my calm, dear girl. Before that I was as nervous as a spring bride in the morning. I simply learned to…what is your phrase? Fake it ‘til I make it. Eventually it just sank in.”

“Good to know.” She’s more assured than some, but this is her first big event and she feels like she needs to prove herself worthy to Eddie’s sire.

“Everything will be just as you wished it to be.” Mrs. Taylor promises. “Now go on. I will bring your tea up myself.”

“Thank you.” Allison flashes her a grateful smile before turning around and doing as she says.

The artfully made Alice in Wonderland and Mad Hatter costumes that Eddie found for them are hanging in his closet and Eddie himself is sitting on the bed with a copy of the party itinerary in his lap when she walks in. "Hey baby." Almost instantly, he's at her side with his arms around her. "Did Mrs. Taylor banish you from the ballroom to get ready?"

“She did.” Allison huffs out a laugh and shakes her head. “I was told that she has it completely under control. But I want this to be perfect.”

“It will be.” He squeezes her tight and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “If I suggest we take a shower will that actually relax you a little? Everything is going to be great, baby.”

“It depends.” Allison admits with a grin. “Will you…feed off me again?” She asks quietly, amazed at how much of a rush of endorphins it can be.

Eddie’s chuckle is deep, tinged with equal parts amusement and desire. “I will. Because I can smell how badly you want me to.”

Biting her lip, she grins and bats her eyelashes at him. “You don’t seem to mind it.” She reminds him, finding it intoxicating when it fires him up. He loses control for a split second when he starts to drink.

With his hands on her hips, Eddie whirls Allison around and starts walking her toward the shower with urgency. “Alright. Let’s go. Very important shower to take.”

Her laugh is one of delight and she’s ecstatic that one day, she won’t have to secretly worry about growing old and leaving Eddie. She’ll be right there with him. “Baby?” He hums and she giggles. “Can we still do this once I’m changed?”

“Shower together?” He huffs at her playfully because he knows that isn’t what she meant. “I mean we can, but vampires don’t sweat so we don’t need to wash as much.”

She snorts and rolls her eyes before she turns around to start undressing. “You know what I meant.”

“We can,” he stresses the second word and tugs off his t-shirt. “But the thing that’s weird about it is that if you drink my blood and I’m the one who turned you…it doesn’t quite taste right. It’s like an evolutionary red flag, or something like that. To prevent vampires from consuming their kin. So if you want to keep doing this, and you want it to taste good and give adrenaline and all that? I would recommend that we ask someone else to change you.”

“Would you mind?” She asks quietly. Changing a person into a vampire is also quite intimate and she doesn’t want to upset him.

“I would prefer you chose someone you know well, if it isn’t going to be me.” He can understand her choice is entirely her own, but to make another vampire is a deeply intimate and meaningful relationship. It’s why so many refer to those they have sired as their children.

“I was thinking about asking your sire.” Allison admits. “Since he approves of me.”

“Hmmm.” Eddie kisses her cheek this time, pretending to consider something he already knows is a good idea. “Are you sure you want Max for a big brother?” He teases.

She snorts and shrugs. “He will be either way.” She admits, knowing that Eddie will always be around Max. Plus she kind of likes the other vampire for his treatment of you.

“I guess that’s true.” Eddie grins, though, and helps Allison out of her last few items of clothes after turning on the hot water for them. “To be honest, I thought you might pick Mrs. Taylor, but I have no doubt if we ask him about it later, he will say yes.”

“I hope to have more of a sisterly relationship with Mrs. Taylor.” Allison admits. “Although if your sire thinks it’s a good idea, I would be fine with that.”

“I doubt dear old dad will object to siring you. But be prepared for him to make a very big deal about it.” Eddie rolls his eyes fondly. “Dramatic son of a bitch.”

“You’re dramatic in your own way.” She teases, sliding her hands up his cool chest and grinning at him.

“I’ve been well trained, I guess.” He huffs, but pulls her into the shower with him. “I’m glad you seem to like it.”

“Oh I do.” She promises, standing on her tip toes to kiss him. “I absolutely do.”

******

"This place looks incredible!" Tracy squeals, throwing her arms around Allison almost the second she's inside the house. "Holy shit, holy shit everything is amazing. And what is that smell? Are you burning incense in the house or something?"

“The food.” There’s probably some incense burning as well, but all the human food is fragrant. “You look incredible!”

"Oh, this old thing?" Tracy giggles as she twirls around in her Clueless costume and poses like a model. She and Candance and one of the other women from the coven decided to come as Cher, Tai, and Dionne tonight. "As if, right?"

“No, you look amazing, I don’t think there will be a pair of eyes that don’t stop on you and admire.” Allison gushes, grinning at the other woman. “And you’ll be dancing all night.”

"I can't believe how good the house looks and how good you look!" She jumps forward to squeeze Allison tightly again. "Everything is perfect."

“Yes it is.” Since the shower and getting dressed, she’s calmed down. It’s too late to change anything and what will be, will be. She’s left it in Mrs. Taylor’s capable hands.

Tracy bites her lip as Candace comes up beside her. “Any sign of…?”

Allison sighs, chewing on her lip worriedly and glancing around. “Not yet. But knowing Max, he will make it as dramatic as possible and arrive at midnight like some reverse pumpkin fable.” She snorts, hiding her own nerves behind the facade of humor.

“Oh god, you’re right,” Candace snorts. She reaches to hug Allison tightly and shakes her head in some sort of fond exasperation. “And he’ll have figured out how to cue Phantom of the Opera entrance music or something.”

“That would actually have been a wonderful idea!” Allison gasps. “Next year. Next year’s theme is decided.”

“All of Broadway, or specifically Phantom?” Tracy giggles at the idea, already on board.

“Phantom.” Allison knows you would love the idea. “We could honestly have a Broadway themed ball every year.”

“Different time periods, different Broadway shows, different literary influences…” Candace sighs dreamily. “My vote is for a Jane Austen ball.”

“Ohhhh that would be wonderful.” Allison sighs as well, enchanted by the idea. “It would be a very proper ball.”

“What would be?” Eddie, who had been at the front door making sure the signs for parking and entry were clear enough and in the right places, now comes up behind his girlfriend and slips one arm around her waist.

“Hi.” She beams at Eddie and sighs at the idea of him in a Regency era suit. “A Jane Austen ball.”

“Ooo, you would love that.” He coos softly and presses a kiss to her cheek. “Mr. Finchley is out front to help with parking and direct people who haven’t been here before. The first cars were pulling in when I came inside. I thought you ladies would like to know.”

“Oh, it’s time.” Allison panics for a split second but Eddie’s hand on her waist steadies her. “Then I guess you and I should stand in and greet the guests.”

“And we will man the donation table.” Tracy grabs Candace’s hand. One of the main points of the night is still to collect for charity, and every party goer is supposed to be bringing in a canned or boxed food item for the local food bank. Between the food drive and proceeds from ticket sales going to nearest women’s shelter, the night should end up being a rousing success on all fronts as long as everyone has a good time.

“Thank you.” Allison throws them grateful smiles, happy that she has such a good coven to help her.

“Come on, love,” Eddie encourages her. There is a broad, proud smile on his face and he kisses her other cheek this time. “We have guests to greet.”

“Yes we do.” In your absence, Allison wants to be the best hostess so the reputation of the party grows. This could be a success for years to come.

The first half hour or so of arrivals is a trickle. Coven members, the teachers and students from the dance studio that you and Max had gone to. Some of the museum docents from the local preservation society have arrived as a group in full costume. A few folks from the charities benefiting from tonight’s collections also arrive in their festive Halloween costumes, and a smattering of students from the nearby college as well. It’s over an hour into the night when a sleek, black sports car with tinted windows that Allison doesn’t recognize, pulls up under the porte-cochere and Mr. Taylor looks particularly amused — or even smug? — when he opens the door.

“Allison!” Though you haven’t aged a day to the naked eye, the way you hold yourself is different now. Over a hundred years changes a person, and the trauma that had once governed all of your actions has melted away to be left far in the past. But a straighter spine and surer shoulders are not what matters now. Not as you haul yourself out of the car in the beautifully elaborate gown that you wore to the first Samhain ball you ever attended — the one thrown by your abuela in 1885 when you decided to stay in the past. You and Max had thought it was a symbolic choice to wear the same clothes tonight.

Eddie’s eyes widen when Max pops out of the driver’s side and zips around to immediately take your hand, smirking slightly at the surprise and delight of the people gathered who recognize them. “I told you we haven’t missed the dancing.” He muses to you as he guides you towards the receiving party. “Edward, you look magnificent and that is saying something considering the gorgeous creature next to you.”

“What in the hell?” Eddie’s eyes widen at the deeply obvious change in Max’s demeanor and he can’t help a deep, amused laugh at how giddily you and Allison are greeting each other as he steps forward to either shake Max’s hand or give the bastard a hug. He can’t really figure out which. “Well, goddamn. You—you really did stay, didn’t you?”

Max takes the other vampire’s hand in a firm shake and drags him forward for a hug. “We couldn’t leave.” He admits shamelessly. “That time, the people, it was exactly what we both needed.” He pulls back and grins at Eddie. “But it’s damn good to see you. We missed you both.”

“We missed you, too.” As nervous as they were, and as worried as they were, it’s extremely obvious that whatever had happened, it was a positive decision. “But where the hell did you come from? And how did you leave in the first place? And when were you? We have so many questions.”

“We’ll explain it all.” Max promises. “Dolly has a lot of information to share with the coven. Including Mrs. Astor’s grimoire.”

“I’ve missed you so much.” You cling to Allison happily, drowning in your long-missed friend’s affection, before pulling back to look at her. “You look so happy, honey. That’s so good, and I’m so, so glad to see it.”

Max smirks slightly, sending Eddie a knowing look. “Eddie, you finally made your move.” He hums in approval. “Good, relationship bliss looks good on you both.”

“Come inside,” Eddie insists, practically dragging Max with him and Allison wraps her arm around yours to do the same. “We want to hear everything.”

“Of course you do.” Max is teasing, but if the situations were reversed, he would be hounding Eddie for the details. “First, how long have we been gone? Dates have kind of blurred.”

“About three weeks.” Allison tells him, still clinging to your hand. She’s still reassuring herself that you’re both real. “How long has it been for you guys, though?”

He glances at you and grins before he looks back at Allison and Eddie. “You tell them.” You urge with an indulgent smile since Max has been so excited about this.

“Only a few years.” Max insists. “One hundred and one.”

“So…you went to 1922?” Allison asks, confused because that doesn’t seem to track with what they found in their research.

“Not quite,” you admit, knowing the whole situation probably seems very complicated. “We went to 1885, and came back from 1986. A few weeks before Max was set to be born. You really don’t want to hop around in your own lifetime if you can manage it.”

“So you can move around through time?” Eddie asks, mouth hanging open as every one of his theories is being explained.

“It was by accident the first time.” The admission is a little sheepish, but you look very proud just a second later. “I’m actually quite good at it now.”

“What happened?” Allison demands. “We were thinking something happened to you when your grandfather told us.”

“Unfortunately for him, my ex decided to surprise us on our date.” It’s been a century and the hurt is gone. Not even a sting remains. Derek is no more than a blip in your past and there are now very long stretches of entire decades where you even forget he ever existed. “I tried to keep him away from us with a protection spell but my spellbinding made it go haywire, and instead of protecting Max and myself from Derek, I protected all three of us from that moment in time. It sent us back to the exact same moment, but in 1885.”

“I knew you had to be spellbound!” Allison gasps. “How did you— did you see your mother?” She asks.

"My mother has been my closest friend for a hundred years." It was difficult, moving in and out of each other's lives at times, but with both of you being functionally immortal for that time you both understood that sometimes there was no choice but to be apart. "She even called me the day she met my dad." It was a phone call you had been waiting for, unfortunately. Knowing what would ensue in the coming years, you and Max had taken it as a cue to get out of the country for the remainder of your time in your own past.

“I’m so glad you got more time with her.” Allison glances at Eddie nervously, aware that your grandfather’s announcement tonight might devastate you.

"Then why do you look as though you had lost my favourite sweater?" You reach for her with both hands and squeeze her shoulders gently. "What's wrong, Ali? The place looks amazing, you look happy, and we're finally home again. It should be a night to celebrate."

“It is.” She promises, shaking off the feeling and sending you a smile. “Your grandfather will be happy to see you.” She promises.

"He should be expecting us." Out of anyone in literally all of time, your grandfather has always been the one person most informed about when and where you will be, your plans, and anything else you could conceivably need. He's been a wonderful father figure to Max and a doting grandfather to you, as well as an invaluable resource.

“He is.” Allison assures you. “In fact, he was the one to tell us you would be back tonight.” She admits with a rueful grin. “Guess we shouldn’t have doubted him.”

"He's the last person we spoke to before we left 1986," you admit, but you also shrug. After hanging up with your grandfather, you'd definitely spent the next few hours enjoying a nice dinner and fucking all over your empty house. Max's absurd '80s power suits had ended up to be just a little bit of a turn on for you. You're just not quite sure how that happened.

Max smirks, reaching up and caressing the back of your neck as you are obviously thinking about the same thing he is. “That was a lucky year.” He teases softly.

"Very lucky." Your own smirk meets his and for one happy moment you forget anyone else exists, just sharing an amused glance with your soulmate. It may be more than a hundred years later, but you still fall a little more in love with him every day.

He arches a brow and licks his lips. “No one would miss us for a few minutes, would they?” He asks, even though he knows he can’t sneak you away for a quickie.

Allison snorts in amusement, shaking her head at Max seemingly not changing at all in his core, despite the changes in his manners on the surface. "It's your house, guys," she reminds you both.

“No.” Max shakes his head and smiles at your friend. “My wife has waited way too long to see you again to sneak her off.” He admits with a chuckle. “And I’ve been told if I mess up her hair before our first dance, there’s hell to pay.”

"It'll be Gladys Vanderbilt's debutante ball all over again," you tease. The fond roll of your eyes is nothing but love after so many years together. "Although..." Looking up at him, you flash him a sly smile. Hearing him call you his wife still hasn't gotten old. "It's been what...fifty years now, since the last time we had a wedding? We might be due for another one."

“You’re married.” Eddie is the one who practically squeals it. He has known Max to be staunchly against being tied down, but that was before you. “How many times have you gotten married?”

"Um..." The look you and Max share is vague confusion, as between the two of you, you try to count out the different weddings you have celebrated over the decades. "1885...1923...1946...1967...and the last one was 1980. So five times. And I guess that's not quite fifty years ago. More than forty, though."

“Oh my god.” Allison whispers, glancing between you and Max in amazement. “Five weddings? Max you are just….” She shakes her head and throws her arms around him while looking over her shoulder at Eddie. “You have a standard now.”

“Sorry Eddie,” you tease, enjoying the easy lightness of being with your friends again. The urge to just continuously hug them and not let go is very real. “Although it is fun. And parties these days are so much more casual than they once were. That makes it a bit easier. Or at least less forbidding to plan.”

“I want to experience that.” Eddie admits, reaching out taking Allison’s hand. “We have decided that Allison will become immortal soon.” He announces after she gives him a soft smile of encouragement.

“Oh, honey!” Your eyes flit between both of them before you bundle them both up in a hug with a beaming smile. “There is so much life to live. You’re going to love it.”

“I can’t take Eddie’s blood like you can with Max.” Allison doesn’t mind that, not really. All that matters is that Eddie wants her. “And Eddie doesn’t want to…outlive me.”

“I think it’s an oversight on the universe’s part that you aren’t soulmates.” The connection they have is so strong and their love so sure, you would have just assumed it if you hadn’t been around when they started dating. “It’s wonderful to hear that you’ll be able to be together.” Glancing over your shoulder, you smile at your own partner. Your other half throughout all of history. “Forever is quite fun, I have to admit.”

“You don’t look a day older.” Allison smirks as she takes in the changes you have brought back from the past. Self-assurance looks amazing and you seemingly glow. No longer the scared woman she had met in a farmer’s market, you are almost intimidating, and your entire aura radiates powerful magic.

“That’s a combination of Max’s blood and Audrey Hepburn’s face cream.” You smirk conspiratorially. “I’ll guard that potion with my life, since you won’t be needing it once you’ve been changed.”

“Interesting.” Her brow wings up at the mention of the famous actress, realizing you must have met her at some point. “Hepburn was a witch?”

“Particularly good with charms and potions. And she was fun. You never hear about her being fun, but she was great.” Beside you, Max has one arm around your waist and he hums proudly. “Max was a movie producer after the Second World War.”

“Really?!” The squeal is loud and enthusiastic and all heads snap towards the group. “Oh— that’s— I can’t believe we didn’t find you.”

“We were using different names at that point.” It had been essential to learn how to craft and re-craft new identities. Luckily, your grandparents had been fountains of information. “And Max only produced, so it’s not as though we were in anything.”

“Still.” She shakes her head and giggles. “The stories you can tell. What else have you two done?”

"I'll tell you everything starting tonight," you promise her, as the four of you step deeper into the house. It's good to be back at Chateau-sur-Mer again. To you and Max it has been just a few years since the last time you were here, but that's long enough to miss it. "But tomorrow you should come over to our house for dinner."

“Your house?” Her eyes widen and Allison frowns in confusion. “Dolly— th-this is your home. Cookie willed it to you, remember?”

"I know." And it is good to be back, but you rub Allison's arm affectionately. "But to avoid complications with my family through history...Max and I built another house here in Newport."

“When?” “Where?” Allison and Eddie ask at the same time with identical sounds of bewilderment.

They've reached a place where they have the same voice sometimes and it makes you smile softly. "You know that little gothic house on the beach that has basically been abandoned for the last couple of decades but somehow never decays? Seacliff Castle?" Beside you, Max smiles proudly. "It was finished in 1888. Max and Yayo designed it with the architect who built this place."

“You are kidding me!” Allison’s screech can raise the dead and she looks like a kid who was just told she was going to Disney and getting a puppy. “I have always wanted to tour that house, but no one knows who owns it. But it was you all along?”

"Come over tomorrow and we'll show you the whole place," you promise her, giggling happily at the absolute glee in her reaction. "But tonight? I want to see what you've done with the ball. I know it's going to be amazing."

“I have been so nervous.” She admits quietly. “But I think we have everything. Including donors for those who don’t eat bagged blood.”

“Mrs. Taylor and Yayo would never let you have anything less than a perfect night.”

“Do I hear my name being taken in vain?” From a nearby dark corner, your grandfather emerges into the low, atmospheric lighting of the great hall.

Max chuckles as he hears his sire’s voice. “Always.” He shakes his head. “Dramatic like always,” he jokes, having told you that your grandfather would make a dramatic entrance.

“I have learned that there are some things which are expected of me,” he jokes pleasantly. “Your journey was not difficult, then?”

“No.” Max reaches out and shakes his sire’s hand warmly and pulls the elder vampire in for a hug. “Cookie did not stake you for keeping our true relationship a secret, I see.” He jokes, even though everyone already knew that.

“She was…not happy.” He clears his throat distinctly remembering that particular fight with his soulmate. Cookie had been furious to find out that her beloved granddaughter and the witch she had been so fond of for a hundred years were one and the same.

“Hopefully she understood eventually why we had to keep it from her, and from Annie.” The contact with your mother had lessened over the years but she had never demanded that they choose sides, something Max had been grateful for – for your sake.

“She did understand.” He is sure of that, considering how very much it had been discussed. “But she regretted not being able to dote on you both as her grandchildren.”

“She did dote on us though.” Max protests and shakes his head. “She treated us like we were family and she loved Dolly like another daughter.”

“She did.” His sire nods, knowing it is the absolute truth. He sighs though, with a theatrical shrug of his shoulders. “But you know Cookie. My darling girl loved titles.”

“She was a special lady.” Max has a fonder appreciation for the older woman, even more so with the knowledge she had known who he was when he first arrived and still had kept her word to her husband to not say anything.

“She was remarkable.” Your grandmother may not have been perfect — in fact she was decidedly less than sometimes — but that was what made her so incredibly special to you. She had never demanded that perfection from you or Max that she tended to expect from Annie. Perhaps it was for the best that she didn’t know how you were at the time? You’ll never quite know.

“Yes, she was.” For a brief second, amongst those he is closest to, your grandfather’s grief shines on his face. Missing the other half of his soul as vividly as the day she had passed in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Yayo.” The only one of the four younger beings whose instinct is to reach out, you bundle your grandfather up in a hug. “I miss her, too. Her and Mom.”

He accepts the hug, squeezing you harder than he would have before you started taking Max’s blood. “Thank you, muñeca.” He hums softly, not missing the way that Eddie and Allison shift slightly. “I will be reunited with them soon.”

“You never know when the people we love can come back to us,” you hum, but the look on your grandfather’s face makes you hesitate. “But…somehow I don’t think you’re talking about that…?”

“Because you are bright.” Yayo praises softly, cupping your cheek and smiling at you mysteriously. “It has always been my plan to join my soulmate in her afterlife.” He admits. “Since she decided to end her mortality. I have only extended my time in this existence to make sure you were well settled, my darling muñeca.”

“Oh…” You don’t cry much anymore, but tears well up behind your eyes instantly. Saying goodbye to the last of your family is not something you had prepared for tonight. “I—but—the family?” He has so many more responsibilities than just your immediate family, you can only imagine that he was preparing for this for a very long time. Or else made a lot of decisions very quickly.

“Is your family now.” He reminds you softly. “Although I have decided to name my successor tonight.” He smiles proudly and hopes that you will not be too upset at him.

“This night is much more important than I thought, then.” Stepping back from him, you settle against Max’s side and try for a smile. Your grandfather is doing what will make him happiest and you have to respect that, even if it is rather a big shock.

“You will understand.” He promises, smiling at the group and then motioning towards the ballroom. “Let the evening begin.”

******

The evening, as Yayo so elegantly termed in, is incredible. With the party starting so late and the buffet being available to guests all night long, it seems that the ebb and flow of partygoers is constant. Music plays, people dance, and the lingering masses of vampires throughout the house are generally met with curiosity from the humans who find them fascinating — though they don’t quite know why. Those who are attending as donors are spoiled immensely and some have been given guest rooms for the night, but for the most part they seem to be an altogether dreamy sort of drunk to the unaware humans present. It is not until Yayo disseminates word to his extended family of brooding immortals to meet in the morning room that any sort of tension cracks the enjoyment of the night.

Max holds your hand, aware that you are upset, and he wishes he had some insight into this talk. As close as he had become to the older vampire, he hadn’t had a clue he was planning on giving up his immortality. “It will be alright.” He assures you softly, squeezing your hand.

“I know.” You squeeze his hand tenderly and lean into his side, long ago having learned how to be close even while wearing large gowns. You just wish you had had more notice. Time to prepare. “He just has to be dramatic as hell about all of this. Calling a family meeting in the middle of a ball? Very Yayo.”

“He likes to make a scene.” Max snorts, lifting a brow when the servers bring around glasses of blood and champagne for the guests. The one who stops in front of you, hands you a specific glass. “It’s white grape juice, madam.”

The barest sniff of sweet juice proves she is telling the truth, and you smile gratefully. Even after a hundred years? Alcohol holds no appeal for you whatsoever. “Thank you,” you acknowledge with a smile. “My husband prefers something a little richer, if you don’t mind.”

“Mr. Phillips.” Another glass is handed to him and he sniffs it politely.

“Hmmmm AB negative.” He smirks. “Someone put some thought into planning this.”

"Allison said she left blood menus to Mrs. Taylor." There is no mistaking that your friend took the responsibility of planning tonight seriously, and divvying tasks out to the appropriate people when delegation benefited the situation.

“Then I will have to thank her.” Max takes and sip and hums in approval. “But later.”

"Has he started yet?" Eddie and Allison slip into the room beside the two of you, already having said hello to the extended vampiric family earlier in the night.

“Not yet.” Max eyes the elder vampire. “I think he was waiting for something.”

"It's always something," you hum, sharing a grin with Allison as the same passing waitress who served you and Max returns to offer Eddie and Allison drinks before exiting the room. When she goes, she shuts the morning room door behind her.

“I would like to thank everyone for traveling to attend tonight.” Yayo’s voice never seems to raise in volume but it booms around all of you clearly. “Not only is this a worthy cause to humans dear to my heart, but it is also a special night for our future.” There is a smattering of polite applause and you lean into Max's side even while Allison does the same with Eddie beside you.

“All the vampires here, I have personally sired.” He reveals with a pleased smirk on his face. Considering there are no fewer than two dozen vampires in the room, a small murmur ripples through the younger of that number. The elder vampires chuckle with the knowledge. “And tonight…” He holds up his own glass of blood. “One of you will replace me as the elder vampire. Leader and mentor to the future.” He announces. “I have decided to join my soulmate in the afterlife.”

The limited, mannered responses are gone in an instant, replaced by an audible gasp and murmured exclamation as the members of your extended — very extended — family all look around the room to see if anyone knew this announcement was coming. Eyes fall on you more than anyone else, wondering if your grandfather will take his biological family into account in this decision.

“I know that a lot of people have wondered who would take my place. And at one point in time, I had imagined my grandson-in-law, Max Phillips, to lead our pack.” He turns his head and acknowledges him with a smile. “However, there is another that I have in mind, since Max will be busy with juggling a new role.”

New role? You look to Max with confusion, but it's clear from the furrow in his brow that he has no idea what your grandfather is talking about either. If anything, his expression is more akin to crestfallen than anything else. He's fallen short of whatever expectation his sire had of him...

“Years ago, I made a mistake.” Yayo admits to the men and women he considers his children. “My Annie, my daughter with my soulmate; I felt she was destined to leave the coven of witches and her soulmate Emmanuel would be the perfect vampire mate. I ended up losing my daughter and never got to properly apologize for placing so much emphasis on the wrong things.” He pauses for a second. “I want my granddaughter and her husband to focus on the most important role of all. They will be becoming parents.”

Enthusiastic is the word for the applause this time, though the reaction from you and Max — the people being announced — is pure shock. "H—how?" How could he possibly know that? Especially before you do?

Your grandfather chuckles, seeing the confusion and bewilderment on your face. “Your smell, my dear muñeca.” He explains with an enigmatic smile. “I have had the pleasure of smelling a vampiric pregnancy before. That is why your soulmate had not been aware either. There is a sweeter note to your blood.”

Honestly, you might be more embarrassed about having it announced in front of so many people if you weren't so flabbergasted by the news. With your jaw practically on the ground and your eyes watering, your free hand goes to your stomach while your other squeezes Max's so tightly you would be afraid of hurting him if he weren't a vampire. You're so shocked that you didn't even notice Allison take the glass from your hand or the proud uncle expression on Eddie's face.

“I want my family to focus on being there, being the best parents they can be.” He admits selfishly with a small shrug. “Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?” He jokes. “Max however, will be vital to the next leader. His own wisdom far greater than my own, and I feel that he will make Edward Perez the best leader vampires have ever had.”

Eddie's gasp is even more audible than your own when he hears his sire say his name. For that matter, it's been almost ten years since he used his mortal surname, and hearing it spoken so proudly is a kind of gratification that he can't quite express. While it's true that his sire — the entire room's sire — had given him more than ample guidance over the decades, Eddie hadn't ever considered himself anything too special. Not until he had started giving him more responsibilities in the last few years. Not until Allison had come along with her staunch and unyielding belief in him. Now it seems like all of that is coming to a head, and he steps forward hesitantly to stand up beside his sire.

“Eddie has been the best vampire that I could have imagined.” Yayo admits. “And Max— he has held a special place in my heart from the very beginning. I know that with Eddie in charge and Max advising him, our numbers will grow and your bonds strengthen.”

If there is any doubt or dissention from the other vampires of the clan, not a word of it is spoken in their sire's presence. Instead Eddie accepts a few nods and a whistle or two from his extended family and looks back at Allison to flash her a smile before putting his hand out to his sire. "I will do everything I possibly can to live up to this responsibility, and the faith that you've placed in me."

Max smiles, still a little shocked that he had not known you were pregnant. Leaning close and inhaling your scent to recognize the sweet, floral undertones to your blood for what it is. He had just imagined it was because modern food was processed with more sugar than in the past.

“I can’t be that far along, can I?” You whisper to him under the commotion of vampires now moving forward to shake Eddie’s hand or meet Allison for the first time. Many of them had not bothered to meet the younger vampire’s partner earlier in the night but they are making the effort now. “I mean…” you look up at your soulmate with disbelieving tears in your eyes, beaming an enormous smile at him. “I haven’t even missed my period yet.”

“No.” Max can’t help but lean closer to smell you again, addicted to the idea that you are carrying his child. If his own tears are concealed by your neck, that’s just a coincidence. “Your smell hasn’t been sweeter for long. Only a few days.”

“It’s sweeter?” Somehow that is just about the cutest thing you’ve ever heard — that pregnancy can and does make your scent sweeter instead of anything else — and the water behind your eyes presses at them again.

“It is.” Max hums softly, smiling at the newfound knowledge. Committing this smell to memory. “We will have to make sure you stay healthy, my love.”

"It's a damn good thing that I mined abuela for information about carrying a half-vampire baby while I still had the chance." The hand you have on your stomach curls in, conscious of the corset under your dress but knowing that there isn't anything but a tiny little bundle of cells in there right now. "Holy shit...pregnant..."

“I can’t believe it.” It’s not like you’ve been trying but you also have gone over one hundred years without protection. Max had quietly assumed children weren’t to be and had never mentioned it so he wouldn’t worry you. The relief that he can give you a child is one that would make him cry, and he will later on when it’s sunk in.

"I just sort of assumed..." you murmur, leaning into his side and burying your face at his shoulder. In this room you can be quiet as a whisper and everyone will still hear you, but they have enough respect to pretend otherwise. "After so long...I figured it was just...not in the cards."

“It just wasn’t our time yet.” He murmurs softly, smiling at the thought that you are carrying his little baby biter. “Do you want some of my blood or should we find a vintage you like for when the baby demands more than you normally take?”

"Abuela said she ended up drinking a glass of blood at almost every meal in her second trimester." Of course the word trimester hadn't been used in that conversation, but you had made copious detailed notes for yourself after any conversation in which vampire pregnancy or children rearing was mentioned. "I guess I'm going to have to figure out how to drink it when it isn't from you. Maybe mixed with hot cocoa? Or even decaf coffee."

He chuckles. “Actually, you might like it in tomato juice.” He suggests. “Keep you from thinking about it too much.”

"That's not a bad idea." The hand you have in his tightens reflexively, keeping him close and savoring these first few moments of realization. "We'll try a little bit of everything. It's going to be a very interesting nine months, considering I'm only the second woman in the world to carry a vampire's baby."

“I mean technically….” Max grins. “You’re a quarter vampire yourself. A little more than that every night.” He winks at you salaciously.

A momentary snort of amusement breaks a little bit of the bubble of worry that was starting to form in your mind, and you nudge him with your shoulder. "A hundred years later and you can still never resist joking about that."

“Babe, if I ever stop joking about that, you just go ahead to push that stake through my heart.” He jokes, knowing that you would never think about something like that.

"It'll never happen," you laugh, knowing as well as he does that some things will just never change.

“I know.” He bites his lip and grins at you. “So we haven’t had a wedding in this time.” He ventures. “What do you think about a shotgun wedding?”

"Oo, we've never had one of those before." An elopement, a grand party, a trip to City Hall, a backyard barbecue, and a small town bash — all of those you've done. But a shotgun wedding would be a new one for the two of you. "I think it's perfect."

“Now…we have to find out who’s holding the shotguns.” He jokes, pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours. “Do you want to wait until the belly is huge or before?”

"We may not get a chance to have me showing off a baby bump in a wedding dress ever again. I think we have to take advantage of it." He can obviously feel the way your heartbeat has risen, smell the way your adrenaline is singing, but that tender bump of his heart when he kisses you makes it all a perfect symphony.

“Completely agree.” Max nods seriously. “The wedding should be themed. Obviously.”

"Baby themed or cowboy themed?" You ask, laughing but slightly afraid to hear the answer.

“Oh no.” He snorts and sends you a grin. “Hillbilly, shot gun wedding.” He tells you, enjoying the idea immensely even if you would never agree.

Both of you snort, knowing it isn't the kind of thing that you'll ever do, but that joking about it is it's own kind of fun. "Water guns as favours for every guest and a Beverly Hillbillies impersonator to marry us?"

He chuckles and nods. “Something like that.” He jokes before he looks at you seriously. “I do want us to be married officially before the baby is born. In our true timeline.”

"I have no problem with that." Somehow you have a feeling this will be the wedding that matters most to him, whereas the one nearest and dearest to your heart was the one in 1885 where you were surrounded by your family and new friends. Setting both hands on his chest, you lean in to kiss him again and smile softly. "We'll make this one perfect for you, love."

Max knows that after one hundred years of family with your mother and grandparents, he should not have familial hang ups, but he does. “I don’t care about perfect.” He promises. “I just want to do right by you and our child.” He admits. “To be everything my father said I would never be. A good husband, a good father. A good man.”

"Those are the things you are, Max." It never hurts to remind him once in a while. You know that. But you also know that sometimes he has to prove it to himself more than anyone else. "And I'm very proud to be your soulmate."

“I never want that to change.” The Max of before might not have said that in front of a room full of vampires, but he doesn’t care. If they know nothing else about Max Phillips, they should know that he is devoted to his soulmate.

It takes a little while for the hubbub to calm down, but when it does, Eddie squeezes his arm gently around Allison's shoulder on one side of him and looks to his sire and shakes his head in near disbelief. "This is...it's a surprise. I have to admit."

“You don’t think you deserve it?” Max asks, clapping his vampiric brother on the shoulder and even though he’s disappointed for himself, he’s proud for Eddie. He understands why Yayo didn’t name him as the next head of the clan. He would be too distracted by your pregnancy and Eddie is levelheaded where Max is not.

"We're the two youngest, and you're soulmates with his granddaughter," Eddie reminds Max, turning to clap his brother on the shoulder. "You can't blame me for expecting the choice to go in another direction."

“Nah, you deserve it.” Max tells him honestly. “You’re the better vampire and you know it.” He smirks. “Now we just need to get you to act like it.”

"Good thing you're home, then." He laughs, grinning even as he shakes Max's hand with a force that would break a mortal's bones. "We'll catch up with you in a second," he intones, glancing back at you and Allison hugging a few feet away. "I need to talk to our Father about something."

“Of course.” Max flashes him a grin and a wink. “I’m going to go flirt with my wife and your girlfriend.” He teases before moving back to your side protectively.

"Actually..." Allison slips away from your side to take Eddie's outstretched hand. "I'm...part of this conversation. But when we get back out there, I'm stealing you for a dance. Okay, twinkle toes?"

“Oh?” His eyebrows raise furiously but he nods and wraps his hand around your waist. “Hope you’re ready to glide around the floor. I’ve had over one hundred years of practice with Dolly.”

"That's exactly why I'm stealing you," she teases, giving you both a small wave before turning back into Eddie's side to broach the topic of her own siring with the vampire who just stepped down as head of his long-lived clan.

“I wonder if everything is alright.” Max frowns slightly as he looks at the retreating pair and then back at you. “How are you doing, my love?” He asks, cupping your cheek.

"Wonderfully." The glass of grape juice is still sitting nearby and you pick it up, wanting the small comfort of a drink in hand. "In fact, I think when we go home in the morning, we should celebrate."

“How should we celebrate?” Max asks with a grin, even though he’s got some idea.

"Hmmm..." you tease, pretending to think very hard about it even though you already know the answer. "I was thinking...by the same way that we made the little nugget in the first place."

“You mean you want to have sex on the balcony overlooking the ocean and waving to the boats as they pass by?” Max grins as he licks his lips.

"I'm so glad we decided to have a house by the water," you groan softly, humming at the memory of just a few days ago — it was still 1986 but you were back at Seacliff, getting ready to travel back to your own true timeline. "Excellent idea. Extremely good."

“I know.” He grins at you. The house has been a lovely refuge for the two of you. It had given you the separation you needed from mother and grandmother so you didn’t spill the secret.

"So Eddie's head of the vampiric family, huh?" Wrapping your hand around Max's arm, the two of you drift back toward the ballroom at a leisurely pace. "And you'll be his right-hand. That's a hell of a lot of responsibility while we're growing our own family."

“I think that’s why your grandfather didn’t want me to take over.” Max admits. “Although, don’t tell Eddie I said this, he’s a better fit for the job.”

"You're a good pair." You admit that you had balked a little at the time, but when Max had wanted to go check on Eddie's human parents in the few years before he was born, the late 70s and early 80s had actually ended up being a blast. Eddie's little hometown in Northern California was comfortable and fun, and you’d lived a very basic suburban life for a few years. Max had barely stifled tears the day your neighbors had brought little newborn Eddie home from the hospital.

“We’ll see.” Max doesn’t argue but his hand slides down to your stomach proudly. “I’ll honestly be more focused on you and the little biter.” He has already filed the paperwork to ‘inherit’ the money he has made over the past generations. Restraining himself and not taking advantage of his insider knowledge too badly.

“That’s what you’re going with calling the baby, huh?” You raise an eyebrow at him but still end up smiling. You’ve wanted this for so long, it almost doesn’t matter what he calls them.

“I can call them a little pup.” He teases, his chest puffed out proudly. “That’s what baby bats are called.”

“That’s actually kind of cute.” The smile on your face widens again and your hand rests over his on your stomach. “Which is appropriate, since you’ve always been my Cutie.”

His shy grin is always something that makes him look younger and despite the years, he still is bashful about the way he had become a bat to spend more time with you. “Need to find a bat mobile for the crib.” He jokes, “or I’ll just change and flap around to entertain them.”

“It will end up being both.” At the edge of the ballroom, you beam at him proudly and hold out your other hand. “First dance as expectant parents?”

“Always.” Max takes your hand and kisses the back of it. You had mentioned how much you loved the gesture when you had first watched Titanic when you were younger and while back in the 1800s it was extremely appropriate. Now he knows that two hundred years from now, he will still kiss the back of your hand to watch the burst of delight in your eyes. “Waltz with me. Today and every day, my love.”

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kaiso-woo · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺

Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - This is mentioned throughout the entire series, but some chapters have more focus on it than others (which should be obvious).

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺

PART 1 - Just Stay. Mostly -> Suic!de (Strong Descriptions), Angst, Fluff

PART 2 - Hey... Mostly -> Fluff

PART 3 - It's a Sign Mostly -> Fluff

PART 4 - Sunshine to the Moon Mostly -> Fluff, Minor Suggestiveness

PART 5 - The Date of All Dates Mostly -> Fluff, Angst

PART 6 - Heartbeat Mostly -> Angst, Suic!de (Strong Descriptions)

PART 7 - Sweet Mostly -> Fluff

PART 8 - You Helping, or What? Mostly -> Fluff, Suggestive AF, Borderline Smut

PART 9 - First for Everything Mostly -> Suggestive AF, Borderline Smut

PART 10 - Please Stay. Mostly -> Suic!de (Strong Descriptions), Angst, Suggestive AF

PART 11 - Soonie, Doongie and Dori Mostly -> Fluff (like an overdose), Angst (Slight)

PART 12 - You Stayed. (Reimagined from @lovehyyuntold's "Fluttering Between The Dusts of Our Love") Mostly -> Fluff (also like an overdose), Angst (Slight)

PART 13 -> To Live the Life of Bang Chan Mostly -> Angst

PART 14 - Merry Chris-mas! (Felix Never Bad) Mostly -> Fluff, Suggestive

PART 15 - I Already Have Seven... Mostly -> Fluff, The Ending of an Era

BONUS #1- Parallels (because I am a desperate writer who wants someone to appreciate the references, parallels and little details - so I'll blatantly point them out for you :DD)

BONUS #2 - Sugar or Spice Mostly -> Smut-ish

BONUS #3 - A Fan of the Fiction Mostly -> Smut

BONUS #4 - Cookie Dough Mostly -> Smut

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#Stay Series Masterlist #Stray Kids #Skz #skz x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan #fluff #angst #skz smut

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sinner-sunflower · 8 months ago

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 6/?

PART 1 , PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

So excited!!

If any of ya have any theories, I would love to hear them!

Sorry if it's short. Still in weekend mode heh.

The line for the snippet is an Adventure Time reference. Guess which character said it.

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Everyone held their breath. Nothing can be heard except for Valentino's angry growls.

After what happened with moth overlord (was he even still an overlord with no souls contracts left? They need to have a meeting about that), none of the remaining overlords spoke up in defiance. They were at least aware that they can't win against the literal King of Hell, more so with the presence of the other Sins and loyal hellborns.

With no more issues, Lucifer dismiss them.

Alastor stands by the door as he grins at the exiting demons. He hums a tune when Vees left.

Alastor: Nature abhors a power vacuum ~

Vox: The fuck did you just say?!

Alastor: Nothing, old friend ~

Rosie says goodbye to Charlie first before giving him a cheek pat as she leaves.

Rosie: Do come by Cannibal Town, my friend. I still have a few angel limbs for a lovely brunch.

Alastor: I wouldn't miss it for the world.

The Radio demon gives a derogatory glance at Valentino and giggles.

Alastor: Though I feel like another one of our speedy overlord meeting is in order.

Rosie laughs and said her final goodbye.

It's only the Sins and the residents left. Lucifer asks Charlie and the others to go up the 2nd floor for a while as he has something to talk about the Sins privately.

Charlie: Okay. But dad.. Are you okay?

Lucifer: Of course, sweetie. Just a bit stressed.

She wasn't satisfied with her dad's answer but she knows she won't be able to get him to admit anything right now.

Charlie joins her friends on the upper floor and hears Angel wolf whistle. He's leaning at the railings and looking down at hell's 7 deadly Sins.

Angel: I know I just saw them down there being the big and the bad, but damn.

Husk: Honestly thought someone was about to get killed today.

Cherri: Eh, I think what happened was worse. For that moth dickhead anyway. Congrats on your freedom Angy! How does it feel?

Angel: Like a million bucks! I still can't believe that happened. I'm free. I'm gonna give short king something later as thanks.

He turns to Charlie.

Angel: You too, Charlie.

Charlie: I didn't do anything.

Angel: I know I never said this before but thank you for believing in me- for still believing in me and this whole redemption shit.

Charlie's about to cry and moves to give Angel a big hug.

The others give the pair a soft look. As the slight crying fest was happening, Alastor moves closer to the balcony with Vaggie to observe.

Vaggie: Can't hear them. Can't even read their lips.

Alastor: His Majesty's work most likely. Or did you think they would let us watch with no precaution?

Vaggie gives him an irritated look but says nothing.

Alastor keeps his sight on Lucifer. The aquatic demon, which he guesses is the Sin of Envy, is touching Lucifer too much for his liking. He tilts his head in response when the king looks up at him suddenly. Lucifer holds his gaze for a bit before shifting slightly.

Alastor turns to see Charlie move beside him looking at her father. His ear twitches.

This is troublesome.

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Lucifer put his shirt back on as he casts a barrier on the first floor.

Bee: Man, I haven't seen that side of you in years. Hell, I haven't even seen any side of you in years. I was beginning to think you died.

Satan: She's right. You usually at least sent a text once a year or so. And then when you decided to finally show up, you're basically being eaten alive by Roo's remnants! We-

The Sin of Wrath stops and takes deep breaths. No point in getting angry right now.

Mammon: Yeah, mate. Kinda miss the yearly lawsuits you give me business.

Asmodeus: You mean the discount Pride Ring you're tryna do?

Mammon: Fuck ya! Don't think I forgot ya stealing ma star employee!

Asmodeus: Cry me a river, Mam.

Belphegor: Children, please.

Mammon: Don't even start, Belphy. You still haven't explained why ya didn't tell us any of this shit.

Belphegor: What happens in Sloth is my responsibility.

Mammon: Well congrats! It's blowing up in our faces.

While the others were arguing back and forth, Leviathan moves to face Lucifer and put a hand on his.

Leviathan: Luci, I know you're not okay. You gonna tell me what's up with you?

Lucifer: It doesn't matter.

Leviathan: Of course it matters, Luci.

Lucifer: Not now, Levi.

Leviathan: Tsk. Alright then. But we will talk, especially about the look that red demon is giving me.

Lucifer looks up and makes eye contact with Alastor. The deer demon is wearing an expression he can't quite name but then his gaze shifts a bit to the left.

Charlie.

Oh, his lovely daughter. He still can't get what she said earlier out of his head. He knows she'll say she didn't mean it, but if it came out just like that, there has to be a bit of truth deep inside.

Was Charlie right? Would Lilith's presence instead of his really be that much better? Would this whole thing with Roo not even happen in that other timeline?

Lucifer doesn't know. What he knows is that he'll do everything in his power to keep his daughter and hell safe.

He clears his throat to stop the bickering.

Lucifer: Anything related to Roo is not to be undermined. In the meantime, Belphegor will keep a close eye on the anomaly. Bel, please coordinate with the Ars Goetia regarding evacuation of the nearby settlements.

Belphegor: Of course. Already on it.

Asmodeus: Lust will prepare evacuation sites as well.

Lucifer: Thank you. I'd like the other rings to have a few as well.

Satan: How about the ritual?

Lucifer: I would like to start as soon as possible but.. We're strong but we need ancient powers.

Satan: Wait. You don't mean her, do you? Can we even find her?

Lucifer: I'm the one who will be looking for her. She's probably up on Earth. It might take me a while but 'til then, I'll be temporarily handing over the duties of Pride to Charlie in my absence/

Bee: What?! Is she even ready?

Lucifer: You have your own rings to manage. And none of you are familiar with her. She might be the embodiment of good but she's still evil's sister.

Leviathan: And your wound?

Lucifer: I would advise that no one comes in contact with the anomaly. The only thing keeping it at bay in my body is my angelic blood. If I wasn't an angel, I would be dead.

The room just got colder with Lucifer's admission as Belphegor taps aggressively on her tablet.

Lucifer: Be careful all of you.

And with that, the meeting is done.

Lucifer debates talking to his daughter but overall decided to go back to his tower for the time being.

Alastor never took his eyes off the king and disappears in the shadows.

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What to look forward for in Part 7:

Lucifer: I'm so tired, Alastor. I think I have been for a long time.

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vargaslovinghours · 9 months ago

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EleVeN!11!!1! (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10½)

Fuzzy Edgar forever. I don’t remember the context now, maybe there wasn’t any to begin with haha, he’s just so cute with slightly longer hair! And upset :)

Some Diaryfic snuggles ♥ Scriabin can be so sweet to him at the worst time ah, I love Edgar’s hard on his arm and Scriabin’s pulling his hair out of his injured eye 💕

While I was very inspired by the Red Flags meme going around (we’ll get there), I was just as inspired by Mixed Messages - this exchange is so silly and them to me. He’s just trying to flirt back, you don’t have to make it harder! That’s just what Scriabin does haha

🥐 🖕 D:’

What else did you expect Scriabin to do with texting capabilities?? I’m still very enamoured with the thought of Scriabin using emojis and Edgar using emoticons - they are sort of different generations!

Here’s the Red Flags! So gd catchy, damn lol. I was specifically inspired by the X is on a date with themself edits, it was so tempting to consider a Ladyverse version as well haha. Edgar’s uncomfortable smiles were so incredibly fun hehe ♪

Y’see because with that many eyes- you get it

Edgar’s little “Or do I??” makes me laugh haha, anything to get out of this situation!

Waiter Jake ❤️💕💖💞💗 Rescue him!

Very inspired by this one specifically, he’s totally innocent! Not offputting at all! ♥

Alright well good luck with that bye. I love Edgar being menaced into continuing this date hehe ♫

Scriabin just keeping on the pressure for this date to keep going! Slight neg in “Couldn’t you have dressed up a little nicer though? ✨” pft

Brief aside with Scriabin!Edgar out drinking with my OC Mint who has very openly had a crush on the Vargases for a while now, thanks Mint

Honestly it was all just an excuse to turn him down and have Scriabin call Edgar his “landlord” haha; I was feeling nostalgic and went back to reread some old YuGiOh fics and had been so long away that I forgot that was a term used in the fandom to refer to the bodies of people the various Yamis would take over hehe ♪ It felt very fitting!

I can call him that but don’t you call him that >:(

Angy Scriabin!Edgar, the usual

Handplates re/reading doodles!! Hghgh!!! The theses of these stories of codependent relationships cut me to my very core I’ll have you know 💕 I managed to avoid falling down the rabbit hole of Handplates!Vargas but I was this close, lemme tell you. The subtle shift in phrasing changes so much ;; I love them dearly

A kind-of leftover WOY style Scriabin, since I made his hair all pointy in my first doodles - the WOY style is quite soft and round! He looks very silly hehe

Another song that is, yes, unironically in my Vargas playlist. This is a Nny song to me and you can pry it from my cold dead correct hands. That beautiful facial hair ♪

More Handplates/Vargas, this time obviously inspired by my holiday request 💕💖💞 I honestly rather like how calm Gaster seems whenever he’s in Edgar’s vicinity, he is a fairly unassuming human haha. Is it because he doesn’t laugh very often? Oh no that’s sad actually haha

I’m not done with Blank Slate Ch. 4 just yet - hopefully soon! - but this lineup stands out to me especially since I made it while rereading Handplates. Specifically after Gaster is pulled out of the Void - Gaster having to face the people he loves who have no memory of him really spoke to me in a Blank Slate way - the scenario of being able to completely start over and have never done anything to hurt your loved ones, at the expense of never having done anything to them, as far as they’re concerned, ah! It hurts so beautifully!! That’s one of the central themes I’m chasing so it was so cool to see in that context! Very inspiring ♥

So remember how in my Sims post, one Vargas family ended up with two Todds? Well what if that but actually

Twin Todd AU, just try and stop me

The saddest little twins y’ever did see ahh 💔 Having to share Shmee because there’s just the one of him! Who has a greater need :’0

I actually went and skimmed the SQUEE! comics to get a better grasp on the Casils, I’d forgotten basically everything haha. It seemed in keeping that if they could barely keep track of the one Todd, they wouldn’t bother even differentiating between two :’) Taking Todd shifts to better share the load

At least they have each other! More helpful than a stuffed bear who eats trauma? On par at least?

I also happened to catch this screenshot of the Todds gossiping about their shadow-dad, though I’m not sure who had seen him :0 By now I have found an adoption memory-loss prevention mod - thank goodness :D - but it wasn’t installed at the time! :0 Blue Todd is the Todd who’d already been the Vargases’ kid, Red Todd is newly-adopted Todd :)

Greetings in order! One of the Todds came by to scout out this strange new person

It’s a name to go by, if nothing else

Reporting back from the field, he has served his big narrative influence hehe ♥

Uh, yeah, about that- While I don’t doubt you were seeing double at times, uhm-

Surprise! Double the sons!

Only so much space in this apartment! They’re probably used to sharing a space to sleep weh, the implications of this AU are sad! I have no one to blame but myself haha

I have never been able to give up this twisted love I have for Edgar getting flustered about incredibly silly things and Scriabin chiding him with just his name haha ♥ Real twins do not delegitimize whatever the hell you two are to each other 💕

Who me? An affinity for how names shape identity and what it means to be a whole separate person? In love with this story in particular? You must be mistaken. But really, what would their name(s) be? I also love the subtle differences even just here - one Todd speaks up for the other! Dynamics ✨

1994, 2004, basically the same year innit. Scriabin is so much more on the up-and-up about the latest technology than Edgar, that old man

In which the offscreen is me lol, I was so blown away by how much more advanced the Sims 2 was from the Sims 1 ♥ Scriabin doesn’t need a box with a program in it, he has the absolute funnest toy in the world already!

And isn’t that the most important part ♪

Scriabin immediately makes himself and hooks up with every Sim he can, Edgar uncomfortable and totally not watching a~ny of the animations hehe ♪ Honestly though, the thought of Scriabin being genuinely excited to virtually get it on with any-and-every delights me haha

Look. Look, okay, look- If I could choose what to be inspired by, I would but sometimes

Obviously Scriabin would be a long Furby lol, this exchange can be summarized to “Scriabin no D:” “Scriabin yes >:D”

He’s complaining that Edgar ignoring him sleeping is boring haha

I did briefly lose my mind over how the Furbish word for “I/me/my/mine” is all the same - linguistically it makes sense, self-possessive, but in this, in their context ♥

Based on that one Wojak format - looks into the camera like “Yes. I am in your head. Insanity tracks” pfft

And it’s @jaspravex with the steel chair!! I hadn’t drawn any of them in like a month and then all of a sudden- I was 1000% not expecting to be hit with such a huge wave of inspiration but gosh and dang did this line of thought light me up. The implication! The jealousy! Wow that’s a lot all at once I wasn’t expecting ♥ Somehow these two never ended up on my shipping chart, dynamics I swear haha ✨

There’s September through February for the fourth go ‘round! Wild when I put it like that :0 Like clockwork, these lads ♪

#💟#Doodles #Art #Sketchdump #Edgar #Scriabin #Jake #Todd #Shmee #Nny #There's a few errant things in here as well - The Sims 2 - Handplates #......Furbies #Look it's fine don't worry about it lol #Oh this one was so nice to edit <3 I've made it once <3 <3 When was the last time I could say that about one of these ♥#And you know what that means right? Other than the fact that I've gotten a bit better at making these without breaking them lol #It means my art production is finally actually properly for realsies slowing down! Not as many to compile over a three month period!#That last one really did surprise me that inspiration hit me upside the head after quite literally a month of nothing #Even my scratch pages hadn't taken precedent for a bit! And yeah this technically still isn't all of what I've made in the meanwhile lol #Once I finish Ch. 4 of Blank Slate there might be another :) Or I might let it go for another chapter or so ♪#Either way! Only took - when did I first go on hiatus lol #July of '22 so a year and a half-ish lol #To finally start to taper off - this is tapering off this is my airtight example of tapering off lol #Handplates and the Sims 2 were my big driving forces this time around hehe <3 Who knows what will catch my attention towards them next!#Lots of Todd AUs around here when I look huh :0 He is best boy he deserves the attention ♪#As always I'll be back in April as well for my personal Vargasversary and to be a sap hehe ♥#Never empty of thoughts or love! Just progressively quieter - for now ♪

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simpforpeterp · 1 year ago

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Simon Petrikov x Reader

Nostalgia

summary: a short but sweet one shot in which you’re simon’s neighbor, a human. and human’s in a post apocalyptic world can find funny ways to connect

warnings: usage of beautiful but not gender specific, the briefest mention of 9/11????

word count: 1.3k

author’s note: i really want to see more simon x reader so i’ll be the change i want to see in the world /j but anyway this isn’t the fic i had the dream about but something different also if you spot the djats reference i will give you a million kisses also PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN REQUESTS!!!

You stroll outside, shutting the door behind you and it’s sunny. It’s nice, it’s not blinding and the wind is blowing a slight chill. You make your way to the side of your house where your trash cans are and immediately see something in the window next door. Your neighbor is sitting there reading. You look down for a moment and when you look back up, he’s looking back. You wave and smile to not be mean or anything and he puts up his pointer finger before setting his book down and walking away.

Fuck. You didn’t want to interact with him today. And maybe not ever. It’s not anything personal. You mean it in the most honest way that anyone could mean it when you say that it’s not him, it’s you. It feels too awkward. Is he gonna talk about the Ice King? Is he gonna cry if it gets brought up?

Within seconds, his door is open and he steps down into the grass between the houses. He walks closer and smiles at you again despite the slightly awkward silence and the crunching of the grass as he walks closer.

“Hi, neighbor.” He grins.

“Hi, how’s it going?” You calmly reply.

“Good, good. Have we met?” He asks.

“Um…sort of.” You tilt your head and squint the slightest bit.

“Was I…” He starts but can’t seem to finish, it’s too much.

“Yeah.” You nod awkwardly.

“Oh. Well, I hope I- he, didn’t make too bad of an impression.” He laughs nervously.

“He kind of did but you’re doing well so far.” You laugh and he can’t help but join, looking at the ground for a moment.

“You’re human, right?” He asks.

“Yeah, sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“I’m a witch. A human witch.” She explains.

“Is that how you survived the mushroom war?” He asks.

“No, I just stood out in the open and yelled until anyone and everyone could hear me and come find me.” You smirk.

“Really? That doesn’t sound like it would help you at all.” His face is pure and utter confusion.

“I was kidding. I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You reach your hand out to him.

“I’m Dr. Simon Petrikov. It’s nice to meet you, I’ve seen you through the window but I’ve never said hi or anything. That wasn’t meant to be creepy, I just mean, shit. You leave the blinds open a lot and I like to read by my window. I’m aware that this doesn’t sound any less creepy than before, I’m sorry.” He sighs.

“Well, Dr. Simon Petrikov, it’s nice to meet you too. And it’s a good thing I’m usually fully clothed then or else this would probably be more awkward. Anyway, I’ll be right back, I’m gonna take these out.” You point to the trash and recycling bins.

“Here, I can help.” He puts one hand on the trash can, ready to pull it.

“Oh, thank you.” You smile before putting your hand on the recycling can.

You silently drag the cans onto the driveway and then to the end. He watches you in the corner of his eye as they do. You’re beautiful. And maybe it’s just the way the sun is shining to make you look effortlessly radiant but you look incredible. He had noticed that about you before but never like this.

You look at him as the two of you leave them at the end with a smile. And you do it with no shame. You look at him and smile like you’ve never had to worry about the awkward dance of one person looking and the other looking away, that whole back and forth. Like you’ve got this natural way of holding his gaze, as if it's a secret language only you share, leaving him silently longing for that same self-assured charm. You’re pulling him in like a moth to a flame. And it’s so weird, he doesn’t understand it.

“Do you know a lot about me already?” He abruptly turns to ask you as you place the bins side by side.

“Should I?” You ask with the smallest laugh that pulls him in more.

“I- I don’t know.” He shrugs.

“Are you busy right now? Other than the reading and watching me by the window?” You joke.

“No, I’m not just, and I’m sorry about that again.” He replies sheepishly.

“Wanna get breakfast with me? Or coffee? Whatever it is that you take with your books.” You grin.

“That would be nice,” A small smile grows across his face. “There’s a good mom-and-pop place down the road if you want to go there.”

“Okay, cool. Let me just go get my bag.” You nod before quickly turning to go back to your house. You do a quick little run to the door before shutting it. Simon just uses this opportunity to make sure he doesn’t forget his wallet inside.

“Table for two?” The hostess asks and Simon almost shivers. He hasn’t heard that in a minute. You nod with a hum and a smile before the older woman grabs two menus and silverware wrapped in napkins.

She leads the way to a small booth by a window, showing the beautiful day outside. You slide into the booth as Simon does the same across from you. Their waitress immediately asks for your drink orders while placing the menus down.

“I’ll just have coffee, please.” Simon smiles.

“Can I please have an iced tea with three lemons?” You ask and Simon can’t help but smile wider before the waitress heads back to the kitchen.

“Three lemons? That’s specific.”’

“Iced tea, three lemons. Club soda, two limes. Martini with two olives and an onion. I'm particular about my drinks,” She laughs. “I'm particular about a lot of things.”

“I am too. Just wait until my coffee gets here.” He grins.

He plays into your every word, your every topic of conversation. You remind him of home. Of the way things used to be before the mushroom war. And you have this confidence that he can’t understand. In simpler terms, you’re absolutely enchanting him.

The conversation is effortless. It’s easy to get wrapped up in the back and forth and talk about things from your past. Things that no one else here could possibly remember. The nonsensical chatter is addicting to him. He hates to admit it but damn, has he missed feeling human.

You talk about what could be considered the dumbest things. You discuss the best and the worst of the nineties. Your favorite shows, songs, movies, just anything and everything pop culture. You even, of course, had to talk about the mandatory question of where you were during 9/11. Simon was always so focused on other things, he’s never talked about pop culture like this. But because no one ever understands certain niche things from the past, he’s bringing up everything.

Simon would be the last person you’d expect to even say the name Paris Hilton but in a few minutes, he’s talking about her. But he admittedly doesn’t have too much to say about things that aren’t in his line of work or other more academic things. Once the OJ Simpson trial gets brought up, he has more to say.

Your food comes and goes, neither of you really caring about that. You get wrapped up in this. You talk and talk and talk and it never seems to run dry. It’s nice.

“This has been…incredible.” Simon sighs.

“It really has been. I miss talking about stupid shit like this.” You laugh.

“I didn’t even realize how much I missed it until today.” He can’t help but smile at you.

“We should do this again. This was…really nice.” You tell him.

“I would love to.”

#adventure time #adventure time simon #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #simon petrikov x reader

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autism-autobot · 2 months ago

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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 12:

TW: Slight references to past trauma, depression

Part 11:

"Godsdammit, not again."

Nezha woke up with a familiar feeling in his body: fever, aches, and overall fatigue that would plague him whenever he felt like he could never feel so low again.

And on the day of Wukong's appointment too...

Wukong was sleeping soundly with his new blanket and plushie, at least. It would likely be a while before he gets up. It would give Nezha a few moments to collect himself as much as possible so he could get them through the day.

Wait...

"Shit."

SWK: Are you alright there, bud?

Nezha: I'll be fine. Just... *sighs*

SWK: Just what? You sure you're okay?

Nezha: Yes, I'm just... overheated a bit.

Nezha: Makes it hard to think...

SWK: *puts his hand against Nezha's forehead*

SWK: Woah! Geez Nezhie, I wouldn't call that a bit!

Nezha: Just... don't do anything...

SWK: I'll get you some ice packs!

SWK: *Grabs his blanket and plushie, hops in his wheelchair and leaves*

Nezha: ...rash...

Nezha felt like the whole room was slowly spinning, like some sick drug had been administered to him. Of course that wasn't the case. His vision turned into TV static after he stood up to try to go after Wukong. No go.

He laid back down in bed and tore his shirt off. Wukong wouldn't mind. He could care less about decency, living with Wukong for two months short of a year taught him that much.

Nezha grabbed a nearby remote and turned on every fan the remote could to full blast. He then turned on his favorite playlist on the TV.

And then the phone on the bedside table started ringing.

It was Li Jing.

Fuck.

~~~

Sun Wukong made it down to the refrigerator in the kitchen to collect the ice packs for Nezha. Finally, he could be the one giving help instead of receiving it.

But that didn't mean he stopped having problems of his own.

Wukong exhaled and felt a wave of depression topple over him like a weighted blanket he couldn't shake off. He tried.

"For the sake of Buddha, pull yourself together Wukong, you've been like this for too long!"

No amount of telling himself that was going to make things any easier.

Just for a moment, he breathed and laid his head back on the chair.

He picked it up again when the doorbell rang.

~~~

Wukong opened the door to see Li Jing standing on the opposite side holding groceries.

SWK: What are you doing here?

Jing: I came here to help my son.

SWK: Really?

Jing: Yes.

SWK: ...

Jing: *sighs* I'm not how I once was, if that's what you're thinking. I know about my son's condition, and since he hasn't called in sick for some time, I figured it would be soon.

Jing: Whenever he is in good health for an extended period of time, his condition tends to come back with a vengeance. By the amount of ice packs in your lap, it would seem I was correct.

SWK: Yeah, dude was burning hotter that the furnace you and the others stuck me in all those centuries ago.

Jing: You're still upset about that? It was over a thousand years ago!

SWK: You still think of me as a beast? It was over a thousand years ago! You still felt the need to "collar the beast" back there. You haven't changed your views of me, why would I change mine of you?

Jing: ...

Jing: I believe I deserved that.

SWK: Wait, really?

Jing: Yes. It is rather foolish and hypocritical of me to think you to have moved on from past events when I clearly haven't done so myself.

SWK: I... wasn't expecting that of you... of anyone, really, but especially you...

Jing: I have been working on myself since those days.

SWK: Uh... good to hear! I'm still a little shocked by it, but hopefully it's impacted you and Nezhie in a good way!

Jing: Nezhie? Does my son know you call him that?

SWK: Yeah. He hasn't ever complained, so I think he likes it. Kinda hard to be sure though.

Jing: Indeed...

Jing: Does my son speak of me at all?

SWK: Um... not really... sometimes he'll tell me about occasionally running into you at work or what you say in meetings but not much else.

Jing: I see... I may still have a ways to go before fully mending things with my son.

SWK: Hey, if what you said earlier is any consolation, I'd say you're on the right track!

Jing: You think so?

SWK: Yep! I do my best to stay positive. Kinda hard when I'm like this *pats wheelchair* but I'm trying.

Jing: It would seem you are doing good as well.

SWK: Thanks! Now let's get these ice packs up to Nezha, my legs feel like they're gonna get frostbite!

~~~

"Bittersweet Symphony" played on the TV as Nezha laid chest up awaiting Wukong's return. He had no idea what the lyrics meant as he didn't speak English, but Wukong seemed to enjoy the message, so it likely meant something good. Plus the instrumentals were really good.

As usual, Wukong made the loudest entrance possible.

SWK: *opens door slightly by hand and kicks it the rest of the way open* YEET!!!

SWK: *gently tosses the smallest ice pack to Nezha*

Nezha: *catches ice pack while barely paying attention*

Jing: I have so many questions...

Nezha: Good morning, father.

Jing: Good morning, my son.

SWK: We got you ice packs and some other stuff!

Nezha: Good morning to you too, Wu.

Sun Wukong gently positioned each ice pack on Nezha's body with Li Jing's help. Li Jing helped Nezha eat some breakfast and get some pain medication in him.

The three conversed for hours on various topics: Nezha's music taste, Wukong's fluency in multiple languages and each person's favorite snacks, as well as everyone's current health condition.

All in all, the day went much better than any of them had anticipated. Nezha was just happy that his best friend and his father somehow managed to get along with each other, though that did lead to some interesting conversations...

Li Jing: What is a... yeet?

Part 13:

Masterpost

#flower of a poisonous seed #lmk fanfic #lmk fanfiction #lmk #lego monkie kid #legomonkiekid #lmk monkey king #lmk swk #nezha lmk #lmk ne zha #lmk nezha #lmk royalty duo #lmk sunwukong #lmk sun wukong #lmk li jing

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night-error · 5 months ago

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MAP CALL!!!! 4/21

I've been working on this for AGES (ever since Ep 2 of tpc s2 came out)

Parts!!

Intro-

Pt1- Thewolferclan087 (yt)

Pt2- Thewolferclan087 (yt)

Pt3- me- (I rlly wanna help with the map even tho im the host)

Pt4-

Pt5-

Pt6-

Pt7-

Pt8-

Pt9-

Pt10-

Pt11-

Pt12- astronic-fr

Pt13-

Pt14-

Pt15-

Pt16-

Pt17-

Pt18-

Pt19-

Outro-

Rule 1- When posting your part here do not use a watermark or greenscreen, but if you're posting it on your social media then you are allowed

Rule 2- just for safety please make your parts 3-5 frames larger than it is incase it is accidentally make just too short.

Rule 3- You are allowed to collab with someone just tell me who it is so you both get credited!

Rule 4- the length of the part must be 1920×1080. If you mess up with the size then it's absolutely fine just try to make it around that size! ^^ (I actually broke this rule myself while making the reference/Storyboard)

Rule 5- Dont judge others parts, we are all at different levels of skill. You will get 3 warnings before your part and role will get taken away

Rule 6- do not be afraid to ask for anything!

Rule 7- try to make the characters look as cannon as possible!

Rule 8- don't rush the you'll have 2 months to complete this map so please use it. If you are still working on it past the 2 months and have provided with a wip and another wip to show your process so far you'll have an extension of about 3-4.

Rule 9- You can use any type of animating, although I'd like to keep it 2D and Gacha will not be allowed.

Rule 10- do not trace others work. I also would discourage tracing the storyboard but if you are very struggling use it to help you!

Rule 11- Have fun, it can be stressful at times to create a map part up to your own expectations but do not stress yourself on it.

Rules may be added on if I haven't made things clear enough! The map may seem strict but I assure you im trying not to make it strict!

Script!

Heads up-

WITHIN THE FIRST HALF CIRCUSIC IS NOT TO LOOK BACK AT IRIS WITH ANY SORT OF SADDNESS OR REGRET. IRIS IS ALLOWED TO DO THAT BUT NOT TOO STRONG OF EMOTIONS

Intro- The intro will have 'Evelyn Evelyn' on it for a good few seconds before it fades. The closed boom beside the text is the picture book from 'iris's discovery'. It opens slowly revealing 3 pictures, 1 of the right and 2 on the left (is optional for what you put in the ones on the left, but keeping it iris and circusic themed is good). there should be a few second pause before the camera zooms into a picture of past iris and circubit. Making it full screened.

Part 1: young iris and cirusic are standing within a forest. Circusic doesn't seem sure about where they are and is of course nervous. Iris lightens the mood by pulling a funny face which they both laugh at. After the laughing brings a slight tear of joy to cirusics eye which he wipes will iris moves forward. Their chestplates glow when iris's hand reaches forward, trying to take circubits. Circubit also steps(/skates) forward but the screen will turn white just when they are about to touch.

Pt.2- iris and circubit walk (/skate) in different directions from eachother, stopping when they are satisfied with the distance. Iris looks down at the floor while this actors.

Pt.3- the camera focuses on Circusic who doesn't seem impressed. Circusic calls iris a parasite but the camera switches to Iris after the sound 'Para-' is said. After that iris is supposedly hurt by that and a tear forms in his eye. It is quickly replaced with rage as iris turns his head around yelling.

Pt.4- iris does a full body turn, facing circusics back. He stomps his foot with rage of what circusic thinks of him. This annoys circubit.

Pt.5.- The camera faces cirusics back. As he slowly gets more and more annoyed as he speaks. Eventually yelling and moving his hand before regaining his composure slightly.

Pt.6- there's a side view of iris, his eyes are closed and his hand is at his chest. He then opens his eyes and ever so slowly and gently reaching his hand out to grab circusics shoulder. The camera slowly turns somwe can see out off iris's POV. Before iris can touch circusic the screen turns white.

Pt.7- the scene starts with a flash. Showing a much more brighter time with many flowers blooming. The ghosty past circusic slowly turns around to iris, who pulls his hand back a little. Iris then hesitantly reaches forward, wanting to touch his chestplate since the memory he is experiencing feels real. The screen turns white again.

Pt.8- the white fads and circusic has a harsh grip on iris's hand, his face is filled with rage. He then forcefully shoves iris's hand away, using great force.

Pt.9- the camera focuses on a side angle of circubit. Cirusics head slowly faces down as his eys glare at iris. The camera slowly moves over to iris as he pulls his hand back to his side. Annoyed of what circusic just did.

Pt.10- iris raises his head slightly when talking to circubit to make him seem more bigger. he then closes his eyes tightly.

Pt.11- the camera is quite a bit away from iris as he talks, his eyes are still closed and his hands are behind his back. The more iris talks the more the dark side of him covers his face. Eventually half of his face is covered when that happens a red flash appears and iris opens his eyes. The red silhouette of the King appears in front of him, slowly fading.

Pt.12- Circusic starts to walk backwards but tries to keep up a brave face to iris.

Iris is still walking forward, he swings his arm in a one side motion to show his anger.

Pt.13- Circusic is still moving backwards although not as fast as he previously was as he does hands gestures to iris showing him both rage and confusion. Iris, also slows down at his face, angrly pointing at circusic.

Pt.14: circusic is frustrated and brings his arms up to his shoulders, he then clenching his face and glares at the camera (aka iris). Iris has folded his arms as he stops walking. He gets frustrated and he tenses his arms up.

Pt.15- another flashback occurs of iris and circusic having a laugh. The camera zooms out and it shows the scene of iris and circusic appearing in iris eye. The pupil of it softening up remembering it. The scene cuts to iris chest, where he reaches to his chest place and grabs the clothing surrounding it.

Pt.16- the screen spilts, having iris on the right and circusic on the left. Iris pulls his hand away from his chest closes his eyes small tears can be seen forming. Circusic pulls his hands from behind his back to his sides. Moving his head downwards in a glare. The background around them gets darker and duller as they also seem to get a bit darker. Their chestplates light up with a black glow

(The camera slowly zooms in the entire scene)

Pt.17- both their chestplates are glowing, although unlike when they were kids they glow back. The camera continues to zoom until it slows down. Iris opens his eyes and leans forward, tears dripping down his face. Circusics eyes go smaller and tears are forming but nothing comes out. They both stop yelling and glare at eachother with tears. Before the screen turns to black.

Pt. 18- the screen is still quite dark. But the shilluette of past iris and circusic can be seen sitting on grass. The reaper can be seen for a few seconds, before it tuns back to iris and circusic.

Pt:19: the reaper flashes in once again raising its scythe. This time, iris and circusic look back with fear in their eyes. The reaper flashes in again, this time its scythe is fully raised and it can be seen swinging down just for a second.

Outro- The carma goes back to iris and circusic except they aren't there. In their place are 2 flowers. The one is circusics place is drying and has pink at the top of it. The other flowers petals slowly fall to the floor, leaving it with just the pollen. The camera switches and shows the book from 'iris's discovery' laying down, its closed and is in a dark area.

Please reply to the blog so I am be to tell you if a part is free or not!!!

Discord if you are thinking of getting a part!!!

https://discord.com/invite/nak553wg

The map should be completed by 8th August!!

Goodluck for those who are participating!

#maps #the pink corruption #digital art #sketch #tpc iris #tpc circusic #map call #animation #animatic

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 month ago

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From the Ashes Pt. 36

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Cersei POV, new character introduction, plot important character, slight femxfem vibes, in the books cersei did have a thing with taena lol, cersei just wants to be a man so much

Words: 4534

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Cersei could still hear her Uncle Kevan’s yells as she carefully maneuvered across the roped bridge that tethered the pirate ship to her father’s sieged one.

“CERSEI!! Stop!!” Kevan struggled against the men that held him tight, a blade pressed dangerously across his neck. One wrong move would end his life in seconds.

She did stop in her steps only to smile back at him. “I told you uncle, I’m not going to Dorne.”He continued to call her name even as Cersei turned on her heel “Goodbye uncle.” She was walking straight into the unknown, but even that was better than succumbing to her fate in Dorne.

Men closed in behind her, following each step she took. As she stepped over the threshold of the ship, Cersei heard Kevan Lannister’s screams turn into crude gurgles as his throat was slit.

“Lady Lannister.”

Cersei looked up at the pirate captain whom she had heard referred to as the Red Dahlia. This beautiful woman had cast aside her captain’s coat and draped it behind her chair before sitting down with a content sigh. Her white dress shirt clung to her body in a salacious way that had Cersei wondering how the Red Dahlia could possibly live among so many men without the fear of an assault. This woman held herself with such pride and power that Cersei couldn’t help but feel the green monster of jealousy rise up in her. Here this woman had everything that Cersei had dreamed of, no man could tell the Red Dahlia what she could and couldn’t do. Her men bowed down to her and fulfilled her every whim without a second thought. She had so easily executed all of the men on her father’s ship without a sign of remorse. And her men were so eager to kill for her, anything to please their goddess of a captain.

In front of her was a steel mug, dinged up from having been dropped multiple times. Cersei watched the captain pour from her personal decanter. Opposed to the mug she had been given, the decanter was artfully made. The silver that it was composed of was polished and had designs of leaves on the bottom that sprouted flowers which crawled up the sides.

The Red Dahlia notices her admiring gaze. “This was given to me as a gift from a prince in Yi Ti.”

“You didn’t steal it?”

She chuckles. “I could have but he was kind enough to relinquish it into my care.” After pouring Cersei’s serving, the Red Dahlia lounges back into her chair. Her seemingly red eyes examine the golden lady in front of her. “You didn’t show any remorse about your uncle being killed.”

While Cersei could use a strong drink, she didn’t reach out for her mug. Not yet. There were quite a few questions that she desired an answer to. “You saved me the trouble of planning an escape. What shall I call you? Or do you really enjoy people calling you the Red Dahlia?”

“You can call me that. Captain would also suffice nicely. But if you wish to know my birth name then that would be Phiobe. Not that many call me by that name nowadays. Where was your ship off to?”

“Dorne. I was to marry Prince Oberyn Martell.”

Phiobe arches a thick eyebrow in amusement. “Marrying a prince were you.”

“Was. I never intended to marry him.”

“Why not? That doesn’t sound like too bad of a tradeoff. I hear he’s a handsome man and an even stronger warrior.” Phiobe grabs her own drinking vessel and downs the serving she had poured for herself. She seemed way too laid back considering she was speaking with a prisoner which Cersei knew she was. A spoil of battle. The only thing that was keeping her alive was the prospect of more gold. In the corner of the captain’s cabin were her personal chests and jewelry boxes filled with precious treasures from Casterly Rock. Most of it was her dowry which Tywin still felt compelled to give even though it was Tywin who benefited greatly from this union.

Cersei pressed her lips together, folding her arms in front of her chest. “There are things I still have yet to do. Which is why I was all too ready to become your hostage.”

That made her smile. “Ah, you let me take you.”

“We can benefit each other.” She held onto the captain’s gaze.

“You said you knew the defense protocols and weaknesses of Casterly Rock. But from what I know of Westerosi, women are hardly privy to such knowledge. And I doubt that Lord Tywin Lannister would let such vital information such as the vault slip into the ears of someone who shouldn’t possess that knowledge. Even if you are high born, you are still a woman.” Phiobe’s cruel eyes were taunting and held a light of amusement. Cersei wouldn’t let her pierce through her shield.

Even if her words did indeed inspire bitterness. She hated being reminded of her restrictions, something that her twin had lacked due to his gender status as a male and heir to Casterly Rock. “It’s true that my father doesn’t inform of matters of our own home, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have my ways of listening in. Ever since I was a small child, I would press my ear to my father’s council room. At the time I didn’t understand much of what they spoke but I forced myself to retain all that they said. I do know how to get into the vault. How else was I to raise the funds for the skill of an assassin to murder my sister?”

The Red Dahlia laughed, her curls bouncing about her shoulders. Even as she laughed, her hand that held her mug was ever steady. “Astonishing. I must admit that I owe you an apology.”

Her admit of some sort of guilt confused Cersei who curled her nails deeper into her palms. What was her game?

Phiobe explained to her “You see, the moment I found you in that room, I immediately assumed you were some weak, spoiled lady who has probably been waited on hand and foot since the day she was born. Here is this beautiful, stupid girl who probably doesn’t realize what is going on. I obviously didn’t see the thorns of the rose I was plucking.”

Offense was not the feeling that immediately came to Cersei. All of this seemed to genuinely entertain the Red Dahlia. She looked like a child who was given a new toy. “While I was right about the spoiled lady part, I don’t think you’re exactly stupid. Tell me what this sister did to you that garners such discontent. You were willing to steal from your own father. You didn’t even bat an eyelash when my men killed your uncle. You must really want her dead.”

Where did she start?

Cersei wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. From the moment of her sister’s conception Cersei had hated her. “She took my world from me and ruined our mother.”

“That’s quite the accusation, but does that really warrant a death sentence?”

She wanted to yell at her that (y/n) had robbed Cersei of the one true love in her life. Jaime had switched alliances, one sister for another. Utter betrayal on both of their parts that still had Cersei seething at the mere thought. (y/n) had taken everything from her and Jaime. . . he might as well have been dead to her too. Jaime possibly doing the greatest damage.

That hate bled through her calm demeanor that she had tried to convey. Her inner rage must have been easy to read for Phiobe for all facade of delight fell. She took a long sip of her drink. “Suppose it’s none of my business. But I want to know what I would be investing in. You said you sent an assassin after her?”

“Several. Someone has been protecting her. I felt I needed to take things into my own hands.”

“Have you ever killed anyone?”

“Yes.” That single word flowed so easily from her mouth. It was something she hadn’t even told Jaime. Even before (y/n)’s miserable maid, there had been her childhood friend. The first time had been so easy, the same couldn’t be said for the second. She couldn’t remember the maid’s name. What she could recall was the the steely gaze of determination as the girl put up a fight. Cersei had been too prepared though. The girl never saw the club in her hand. Striking it against her skull for a few good measures made Cersei physically exhausted after but the thrill of it was raising her spirits.

She knew that when it came time to end (y/n)’s life that she would relish in it more than the other two. Finally she would be able to live a life without such a tumor as her younger sister. None of this would have happened if Cersei had taken it upon herself to begin with and slit (y/n)’s throat during that night of the fire. It had been too merciful a death, Cersei originally thought when staring at her sister’s sleeping form as her maid lay dead on the floor. Ravaged from the poison that had been slipped into her drink, (y/n)’s face had lost most of its fullness and she resembled someone who was already dying. She hadn’t even woken during the altercation with her maid, sleeping soundly with milk of the poppy running through her system. Her husband having abandoned her when the threat of his own assassination arose.

(y/n) shouldn’t have survived the fire. By all means she should have been charred by the time the fire died down enough for people to start searching for any bodies. The only one in her room had been that of the maid. Her bedding and mattress burned completely while the bedframe still remained, black and about to collapse upon itself. There had been nothing left of (y/n).

That fact bothered Cersei and made her nights restless. With the disappearance of Jaime, she knew the truth. Somehow, Jaime had rescued (y/n) from her fiery death. Spirited her somewhere safe. Cersei knew it couldn’t be in Westeros, too many people knew of Ser Jaime Lannister and Princess (y/n) Targaryen. So they had to be in Essos.

Cersei becomes all too aware of Phiobe’s calculating eyes as she observed the golden lady with much interest. “If you help me, I will give you anything you want. My family has the means for any price. From the correspondence of my last assassin I know for certain she’s in Essos. Where, I’m not entirely sure. My assassin hasn’t got back to me in quite a while. This one I was sure wouldn’t fail.”

“Men are prone to stepping down on jobs if they see a pretty face. It’s happened in many tales.”

Firmly Cersei shakes her head, recalling (y/n)’s eyes that were too big for her face and her plump bottom lip that jutted out. “No. (y/n) definitely does not have a pretty face. Not one that would make a man give up the fortune I was offering him. This assassin isn’t like any mortal man. He’s a darkin.”

“If a darkin can’t do it, what makes you think you can? Even if you have killed someone, you said so yourself that someone is protecting her. What makes you think you would be a match for them if even the darkin couldn’t succeed.”

“Do not doubt my hate for her. I will do whatever possible to make sure she’s no longer breathing. I will spend the rest of my life to end her.” Besides, she had already acknowledged that if Jaime got in her way. . . well, she would have to kill him too. That thought pained her, even made her stomach toss and turn.

Phiobe is quiet for a moment before taking another swig from her mug. “There aren’t many female pirates. It is a capital that is run entirely by ruthless men. It’s hard for a woman to gain power and control as a man would. I saw your face when you found out that I was the captain. Obviously I wasn’t always as revered as I am now.” Getting up from her seat, Phiobe wanders over to a tall curio cabinet and from a key that was hidden between her breasts. Unlocking it, her nimble hands retrieve a finely polished human skull.

Her voice grows quiet but it still holds strength and even reverence. “This was the head of the previous captain. Pirates are quite democratic with their captains being voted in by the men. When the previous captain refused the vote that favored me, I was forced to make him abdicate with my sword. In this world of our’s, if we desire to gain any true power for ourselves, you have to be willing to crack open a few skulls.”

Delicately she puts it down on the table in front of Cersei. Once upon a time that skull had skin and muscle that covered it’s naked skeleton. Now it was a mere trinket among the others in the Red Dahlia’s collection.

Cersei picks it up and rolls it around in her hands. Surprisingly it wasn’t that heavy as she weighed it for a few moments. This woman has done all that Cersei wished she had. Phiobe had strength and respect from her fellow men. Why did she always have to be jealous of what others had? Cersei wanted in that moment to be her. To show to her father that even a woman could be held on a pedestal such as he. Her sharp nails scraped along the skull, following the lines that curved around the crown. So far Cersei had only succeeded in killing pathetic little girls. If she truly wanted to be like Phiobe, she had to kill a man of power to gain it.

“The plunder my men took from your ship was great. Some want to put a ransom on your head.” The way she gazed at that skull was almost a loving one. Cersei hands it back to her. In the back of her throat there’s a hum as she places it back in her cabinet. Among men, she still wielded a feminine gait; her wide hips swaying from side to side and the pride she held her head with. “Here’s the thing, here’s a civil war in Westeros correct? I heard the capital was in shambles and the country had been all but consumed by wildfire. The gold in your daddy’s coffers may be vast, but wars cost money. Those mines can’t supply gold forever. He might have to think hard between paying your ransom or funding military aid. Even if Casterly Rock is at its weakest right now, who knows how stocked your vaults might be.”

“Last I heard, Rhaegar’s army had been dealt a devastating loss just a few miles outside of King’s Landing. That was about a week ago but as far as I know my father is still standing in King Aerys’ good graces. For the meantime anway.” Cersei could only imagine her father’s face when he gets the news of her capture and Ser Kevan’s death. She wished she could see Tywin’s face. Would any of it phase him or would his permanent scowl still be present?

The only time that infuriating glare was off of his face had been when Joanna was still among the living. Joanna knew just exactly what Tywin needed in order to make him smile. The sunbeam of their household. Until she wasn’t. Cersei had known the exact moment when she had fallen from grace: when Joanna announced that she was pregnant yet again.

She’s back down in her seat and takes the mug she had poured for Cersei, nursing it against her own chest. Phiobe shrugs when Cersei scowls at her. “Even so, I can still get a good price for you. Think of it as another step in your path to kill your sister. This can benefit you too.”

Cersei didn’t like the way the captain had said that.

“My connection in Yi Ti is a prince. Certain items in your collection have been set aside specifically for him. I know he would greatly appreciate your personal tea set. It’s very beautiful. Just like I know he’d appreciate you.”

Immediately Cersei looks past Phiobe’s shoulder to the open window behind her. They were already miles into the ocean, nothing but sea caressing the ship along it’s way. “You plan to sell me as a whore?”

Leaning forward on her elbow, she smiles at Cersei. “Don’t think of it like that. From Yi Ti you have access to Essos. And my prince is a reasonable man. If you’re nice he might even help you.”

Her snarl couldn’t be helped as she leapt from her chair, nearly throwing it aside had she the actual strength. This didn’t come as a surprise for her, this woman was a pirate after all. All things considering, this was a good opportunity for Cersei. It was what she wanted. The thought of having to hand over her body to a stranger was what rose her temper.

“Sit back down and listen to me.” Phiobe ordered her like she was one of her crew. A sudden chill enveloped the room and for a moment Cersei was all too aware that it was just the two of them. This woman who had so lovingly held the skull of someone she had murdered like it was an old lover.

A shamed dog she must have resembled as Cersei clenched her fists and walked back to the chair. Obedient, Cersei had to be obedient at least for now. How many times had Jaime done something deserving repercussions for his disobedient nature? Many times, yet each and every incident did not yield a punishment. He got away because he was heir to Casterly Rock, a boy just being a boy. When Cersei did the same things and been just as disobedient, a lecture was always served to her as well as her having to do penance.

“Women who you deem whores hold quite a different reputation in Yi Ti. They are imperial concubines, nearly a royal lady just like yourself. If they’re good to the prince, the prince is just as good in return. He can raise someone up from poverty into the ribbons of royalty. These concubines can take a leap themselves once the prince deems them worthy. But never forget that it is hard work for others of their rank want to tear them down to be the one who the prince favors. You have to be vicious.” How were her eyes like polished garnets? Such a rich hue of red that seemed to reach out and grip Cersei by the throat. “I think you have what it takes.”

Her tongue felt dry and heavy, regretting not having her drink now. “Is that what you did? Become one of these concubines who have to sleep with this prince and fight their way to the top?”

A hint of sadness laced her words. “No. . . my path. . . wasn’t as luxurious. I met him a little before I became the captain. My predecessor had been on friendly enough terms with him but that was because the captain paid a heavy tithe that was bringing the crew near to ruin. I confronted the prince and threatened him to lower the price at the very least or we would lower his head onto a pike. He thought I was amusing and agreed. He encouraged me to become the captain. Even the quartermaster I had brought along with me agreed.”

There’s a knock that interrupts them, calling for the captain’s presence for a few moments. The Red Dahlia nods and dawns her coat once more. Cersei was to stay locked in there for the time being. “You might as well get acquainted. We will be sharing this room after all.” With that the door was closed, leaving Cersei to snoop about.

She did so hesitantly, not knowing if there were any traps. The room was no bigger than her wash room had been but at least it had a lovely view of the ocean and it’s thrashing waters. In the alcove in the wall was the captain’s bed partially hidden by velvet drapery.

The boards beneath her creaked as she moved along the square shape.

So many items from the captain’s voyages were stored in her room. Phiobe had probably seen the entire world by now while Cersei had been kept away in her gilded cage. She rolled around the story that Phiobe had told, of how she became the captain of ruthless men. It was because she was just as merciless. Her stomach still twisted with the idea of having to submit to a strange man, Cersei knew it was the best way to get to where (y/n) was. Viewing a map of the continent, it did bother her how far Yi Ti was from the main cities of Essos but if what Phiobe said was true then the prince might very well help her. That is if she became the dominant concubine. She promised to do whatever possible to kill her sister. This would not deter her.

“The ship was found off the coast of the Reach. There was no one left alive and no sign of Lady Cersei.” He didn’t relish in telling his liege lord such terrible news. Tywin, as usual, didn’t show any vulnerable emotion that betrayed how he felt. “And my brother?” The soldier shakes his head. “He was found with his throat slit.” Kevan. . . what travesties had he met with that resulted in his demise? And where was his daughter? Tywin went on in a rather bored tone asking of any signs of the culprit who did this, all while thinking that his daughter meant for this to happen. No, sometimes these coincidences just happen. While he would admit Cersei was cunning, she lacked discipline and restraint. With her lacking both, there was no way for her to have planned for this. Tywin made sure of that. How did he look to Westeros? A lord with no children left; one dead, the other three missing. Resentful thoughts toward (y/n) started to rear it’s frightening head. The smear of it al. . . He must not think that. What would Joanna have to say? Even now he nearly reached to his side, expecting her hand to be there in anticipation.

Fool, she’s been dead for years. For a moment he rests his eyes on the very chair that Joanna used to sit in, keeping her husband company as he worked long hours with his face nearly pressed to the paper below him. She had an adorable sense of humor, the way she viewed the world was equally admirable. None of their children resembled her one bit except maybe. . .

It was like he was seeing double when (y/n) and Joanna smiled simultaneously. Beautiful and utterly endearing that Tywin would lose himself in the moment. A smile that read that life was good and filled with warmth. Their laugh had even been similar too. A laugh that came right from inside.

Yet every time (y/n) caught sight of him, the girl clammed up and averted her eyes as fast as she could. That child was scared of everything around her like an abused animal. His pen hand hovered over the parchment but his mind was drawing a blank. There was yet no knowledge of who ransacked his personal ship and took Cersei. As for Rhaegar’s remaining military strength, there was no news of that either. Scouts from King’s Landing spotted them heading east toward Storm’s End, retreating back to Robert Baratheon’s fortress. For the moment, the odds were not in favor of Rhaegar.

“Have they obtained my brother’s body?”

“On it’s way back.” He confirmed with a low bow. “I’m sorry to be delivering such bad news.”

Tywin grunts and the young man knows already that that was his cue to live which he promptly did.

He knew he needed to write to his brother and sister. Genna would absolutely be concerned about Cersei as she had a major role in their upbringing after Joanna passed away. Her presence at Casterly Rock was the last thing he wanted as he grappled with the fact that Rhaegar was now on the losing side of the war. That meant that he would have to ultimately favor Aerys now. Until Rhaegar contacts him, Tywin was left with no choice. He had to think about Casterly Rock. . . With all his children either dead or missing, was there really anything left of the massive manor? The halls were dreadfully quiet and not for the first time Tywin is all too aware of his lack of an heir. After this war, what would happen to the Lannister name? Kevan was gone now too, all that was left of the four sons of Tytos Lannister was Tywin. He would have to pass on Casterly Rock to a nephew or even a cousin. Tywin had always hoped that Jaime would take his place, even after he had been knighted there had always been hope that maybe Jaime would finally grow up and see the responsibility he had back home. There would be none of that now. Jaime had been missing for a little more than a year now, coming up on another one. No sightings had been reported, as Tywin had sent out the word to give him any news on his eldest son.

He didn’t dare entertain the idea of Jaime being dead. He refused to think about it. For as cocky as Jaime was, he had reason to be so. Many had said that Jaime was one of the greatest swordsmen in Westeros, almost threatening to dethrone those of Barristan Selmy and Arthur Dayne for that title. That boy had never been serious about anything except sword fighting.

Aerys had accepted Jaime into the Kingsguard just to wound Tywin. Any little thing, Aerys would take advantage of if he knew that it would bruise the Lord of Casterly Rock’s pride. They had grown up together and the king knew Tywin almost as much as Tywin knew Aerys. The rotting of his mind must have erased much of his memory, that much was clear from his last correspondence with Varys. He had been receiving many worrisome whispers about the state of affairs in the capital. The people were now starving and Tywin knew when dogs were hungry enough, they would resort to anything. Especially violence toward the man who had caused them grief. A coupdetat was a very likely scenario now. While Rhagar was down for the count for the moment, the people of King's Landing were becoming another enemy for Aerys. His madness would lead him to get ripped apart by his own people.

Now that would be wonderful news indeed.

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aztarion · 7 months ago

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oc in 15 (lying)

tagged by @nightwardenminthara thank you cole 🫶🫶 might be obsessed with their gideon after his oc in 15 but lets not get into that 👀 unless..

Rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

**after realizing Deva is not an articulate woman i chose to include other details alongside dialogue to get across her general “same shit different supernatural” scrappy doo-ness and what she gets herself into. these are all bits and pieces from a longfic milk teeth

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1. “Ten minutes already? Time for a break,” she announces, rising like a phoenix from the chair Felix had similarly abandoned ten minutes prior.

2. “Oh, fuck you,” she says, precisely – as precisely as the blood runs rivulets between her teeth.

3. “You know there’s going to be complaints to Agency HR about us.”

4. Dev throws a mock-salute and opens the passenger door with a deputy cluck. "All forces now protecting our collective ass.”

5. The door thuds in its frame again as she arches, hands tugging on his hair. He hums at the pleasant ripple it sends down his spine, even as she demands: “Bed,” in a breathy whisper, with another pull.

6. “That's my job, Bobby—debate it, pick at my words, but don't conflate your issues with ours. What you're doing," Detective Deleón scoffs, flicking her finger back-and-forth, "has nothing to do with the case. This is about a dead boy. This is about an order you were given to stay the fuck away and a concession I had to make."

It’s slight, but Nate shifts uncomfortably. Felix, however, looks like he is watching good TV.

7. “Lose the shirt.” Her voice is even and demanding — it always is when she wants something, he’s coming to realize. Mason's also been realizing he’s kind of into it.

8. “Well.” Deva takes a step back to survey. The trapper’s head is black, misshapen, and greatly reduced, as if shaven away. “That didn’t work.”

9. The Mother Deleón looks a little forlorn. The Daughter Deleón wants to say something smart, nonplussed, but her throat is too thick and sour. She keeps her gaze on the volt burn in her jeans. Her palms, hidden safely by the clench of her fingers, throb. "I don’t want to talk about this anymore, mom."

10. “You need two for a game of Good Cop/Bad Cop," she says, scowling around a busted lip and a black eye. “So if you’re going to make threats just fucking make them. Don’t waste time pretending to look out for me.”

11. Deva pauses suddenly, drawing back a few inches so she can meet his eyes. Her lips press into palpable wickedness. "Make me."

12. Mason snorts and lazily rolls his neck to look at the second-in-command. “Just say it looks like shit, Nate.”

“And it smells like ass,” says Deva.

“It does smell like ass,” Felix agrees.

13. “No, it’s nothing like that,” she says, then pauses for a beat. “I mean, I don’t know – fuck, maybe it is like that – look I’ll explain later. I’m fine though, but I think – well, um, I think someone’s been here. In my apartment. While I was sleeping.”

14. “Kinky.” Deva shoots a jackass grin at Adam. “How medieval of you.”

15. “This is as good as you’ll get,” she whispers to the bathroom mirror. The reflection that looks back is merciless, staid — milkiness with a suggestion of something hollow, like a baby tooth.

hehe title reference nudging myself

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aprocessionofthoughts · 1 month ago

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Whumptober 2024

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Desperation day 1-race against the clock fandom: Danny Phantom TW- blood, rituals summary- He's getting desperate

Doubt day 2- trust issues fandom- dp x dc tw- none summary- can he really trust them?

It's Me day 3- set up for failure, I warned you fandom- Danny Phantom TW- bad parents Jack and Maddie Fenton summary- Danny tells his parents

Cleithrophobia day 4- sensory deprivation fandom- harry poter TW- feeling trapped summary- Cleithrophobia- the phobia or fear of being trapped

Zoo visit day 5- heatsroke fandom- batman TW- none summary- Damian was so excited to see the new lion exhibit.

Mother Henning Older Brothers day 6- not realizing they're injured, it's not my blood fandom- batman TW- mentions of blood, but only barely summary- Jason isn't hurt, he's fine

The Cost day 7- only for emergencies, magic with a cost fandom- Danny phantom tw- Danny dies, but when does he not summary- the GIW are never going to stop

To Sleep day 8- sleep deprivation fandom- batman tw- Dick mentions the rain which is a reference to the Tarantula incident, nothing about the incident is mentioned but stay safe my darlings summary- Dick can't sleep

Obsession day 9- bruises, broken window, obsession fandom- Batman tw- none summary- Bruce has banned Damian from getting more pets

Safehouse day 10- soured words, blow to the head fandom- batman tw- mentioned blood/injury but only barely summary- Tim climbs in through the window and promptly trips over nothing. The ground is nice. He doesn't need to get up.

In the Night day 11- convenience store fandom- spiderman tw- suicidal ideation, depression, gun violence, possible character death implied (open ended) summary- Peter is tired

Finding Allies day 12- starvation fandom - dp x dc tw- starving, medical torture summary- Everything hurts

Cursed day 13- family curse f andom- dp x dc tw- implied character death, blood summary- they are cursed

Survive day 14- left for dead fandom- dp x dc tw- grief summary- he will survive

Memory day 15- childhood trauma fandom- dp x dc tw- neglect, implied torture summary- Danny remembers so much, he wishes he could forget so much more

Freedom day 16- necrosis, wound cleaning fandom- dp x dc tw- none summary- Danny is finally free

Choices day 17-nowhere else to go fandom- dp x dc tw- mentioned neglect summary- Babe is still looking, and Danny and Jazz have very few options left

Identity day 18- loss of identity fandom- dp x dc tw - none summary- Jason isn't still connected with death, he isn't

Justice day 19- blood trail fandom- Percy Jackson tw- blood, mentioned major character death summary- Percy is tired of the gods

Living Life After the Fact day 20- emotional angst fandom- harry potter tw- depression, slight suicidal ideation summary- Harry is tired. He doesn't know how to do anything but fight, and he's so tired of fighting.

Possession day 21- spirit possession fandom -dp dc tw- none summary- Tim just wants to solve this case

Monsters day 22- oh no, that's not good fandom- Danny phantom tw- mentions of blood summary- the monsters keep coming through

Choices day 23- forced choice fandom- spiderman tw- manipulation summary- Peter has a choice to make

A Wayne or not a Wane day 24- radiation poisoning fandom- dp x dc tw- none summary- time to tour Wayne enterprises

Readying to Storm the Castle day 25- surgery fandom- Danny phantom tw- non graphic dissection (it's only in the last section if you want to skip it) summary- the crew make plans

Nightmare day 26- nightmare fandom- dp x dc tw- implied dissection summary- Danny has a nightmare and Babe gets a call

Trapped day 27- voiceless, muzzled fandom- spiderman tw- light torture, nothing graphic summary- Peter is trapped

A Parent's Love day 28- denial fandom- dp x dc tw- neglect summary- Their parent's love them

Exhaustion day 29- fatigue, burn out, 'who said you could rest' fandom- batman tw- Dick is hurting but there's no graphic violence summary- Dick is hurting and exhausted

Escape day 30- recovery fandom- spiderman tw- mentioned injuries summary- Peter needs to escape

Asking for Help day 31- asking for help fandom - dp x dc tw- mentioned injury summary- they need help, and they need to learn to ask for it

#Whumptober 2024 #masterlist

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lancermylove · 11 months ago

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Chapter 10 (N.SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: N.SFW ➣ Word Count: 3,431 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

➣ A/N: I'm running late! 🙈

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A thin, wispy mist caressed the lake's surface and twirled with the morning sunlight. The winds of winter howled from afar while chills prickled your skin. You had not expected to discover Lucifer resting on the wooden bench by the lake. Though his eyes had remained fixated on the horizon, you were aware he sensed your presence, yet he chose not to react, letting the serenity of the environment stay undisturbed.

You carefully treaded to the bench, ensuring your footsteps were silent and your movements slow. As you sat beside the Avatar of Pride, your gaze lingered on the spot where Satan had fallen in. "He is doing alright," your warm words cut through the cold, silent atmosphere.

Though Lucifer remained silent, you saw a brief glimpse of relief pass over his face. You stretched your hand out and soothingly brushed it against the back of his red glove. After a moment, he turned his hand over and held yours firmly. "I cannot erase the image from my thoughts," he whispered in a cracked, slightly hoarse voice. "My pride is suffering."

"It's okay, Lucifer. That just means you care about Satan," you consoled him and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I would prefer not to experience such an emotion again," he chuckled, but there was an underlying pain behind it. You were unsure what feeling he was referring to and did not want to open his wound even further. As if reading your thoughts, Lucifer elaborated, "Fear."

A comfortable silence took hold of you both, only to be interrupted by hardened snow crunching under heavy boots. You turned your head to see Satan coming your way, and you had to stifle a small smile at the sight of him. You did not want to alter his mood and prevent him from honestly expressing his heart. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lucifer looking at him with a blank expression that did not betray any emotion.

You withdrew your hand from Lucifer's and stood up, giving Satan a slight nod. "Then, I will get going."

"Please, stay," Satan promptly said, to which you nodded firmly and sat back down. Keeping your focus on the younger brother, you patiently waited for him to express himself.

"Lucifer, I refuse to apologize to you. Do not misinterpret my words as they do not mean my hatred for you has lessened," Satan firmly said, but you noticed that he hesitated a bit at the word hatred. "I would like to thank you for helping me. You no longer need to sleep on the sofa. Rest assured, I will not prank you. I will allow you to rest properly."

You couldn't help but find Satan's unusual method of apologizing endearing. Silence once again took hold as Lucifer remained stoic while Satan bore the guilt of his actions with increasing weight upon his shoulders. Though the older brother's gaze held a brief hint of softness, he refused to grant the Avatar of Wrath the satisfaction of accepting his apology. Unexpectedly, Lucifer began laughing the next moment, surprising both of you. Even though Satan had no idea why his brother was laughing, he found the laughter contagious and joined in with a chuckle of his own.

"I love you two," you giggled, cheeks red from their sweet moment. Upon hearing your words, Satan's cheeks tinged with a vermillion hue while Lucifer smirked.

"Do not speak such words carelessly, (y/n)," the Avatar of Pride whispered, which only made you giggle.

"Oh, Lucifer, I forgot why I am here in the first place," you gasped and gently slapped your right plan on your forehead. "We have a little surprise for you. Let's head back to the cabin."

As Lucifer entered the living room, he was taken aback by the presence of everyone. You decided to take the initiative and provide him with a brief explanation. "For all the trouble we have caused you and for always being there for us, we got gifts for you."

Lucifer's sharp gaze shifted to his siblings, and the moment caught him quite off guard and left him feeling a tad suspicious. It seemed a little too perfect, and he pondered if there was some kind of condition or hidden agenda attached. However, he kept these thoughts to himself as you handed him the first present.

The gift was wrapped in an exquisite pink wrapping paper with sparkly stripes and a satin bow tied neatly around it. Inside was a bottle of the finest anti-aging serum the human world could offer. Lucifer merely stared at it blankly before shifting his piercing crimson eyes to Asmo, who shot him a sweet smile. The Avatar of Lust chimed in with a giggle, "Only the finest anti-wrinkle serum money can buy for you."

As the room threatened to break into a full-on fit of laughter, you quickly handed Lucifer the second present wrapped in a blue wrapper with white snowflakes. An elegant black box was hidden inside, and Lucifer opened it cautiously to find a magnifying glass. The first brother curiously looked at Levi, who chuckled. "Elderly people have bad vision, so you're welcome!"

Some snickers rang out in the room, but you swallowed down laughter while forcing a straight and calm expression. To ensure no one laughed again, you handed Lucifer a hastily wrapped present covered in orange wrapping paper with a copious amount of scotch tape holding it together. After a bit of a struggle, he managed to open it and discover an intricate golden canister. The first brother opened it eagerly, only to find it empty. Beel nervously and guiltily admitted, "I ate all the tea leaves because I was hungry."

Lucifer sighed quietly but motioned you to hand him the next gift. You passed him a small box wrapped in bright golden-yellow wrapping paper with dollar signs. Inside was a simple white coffee mug with black letters that read: Being my older brother is the only gift you need. You giggled as you watched Lucifer's eyes narrow at Mammon, who shrugged and said plainly, "It ain't a lie. I'm the best brother anyone could ask for."

The younger brothers started laughing at Mammon's remark, but before a verbal war could erupt, you gave Lucifer the next gift, which caused everyone's attention to turn to him. The green gift bag featuring a few snowmen on it contained a book titled "How Not to Act Like a Grumpy Old Man." The Avatar of Pride glared at Satan, who smirked in pride over his gift choice.

You handed Lucifer yet another gift, with a slight feeling of pity stirring inside you. The purple wrapping paper covered a large, thin, square object that was revealed to be a vinyl record. You sighed in relief at the glimpse of a suitable gift until Lucifer pulled two broken pieces from the casing. You assumed the record broke by accident until Belphie calmly said, "A broken record for someone who sounds like a broken record."

Lucifer shook his head while your guilt began to kick in - you regretted suggesting this plan to get the Avatar of Pride presents as a way of showing gratitude to him. You expected the brothers to gift him something proper, or at least more thoughtful gifts that wouldn't come off as insults. You silently handed him a cream-colored, design-less gift bag, and Lucifer extracted a small velvet box from it. Opening it, his muscles visibly tensed while your jaw dropped. Within the box was a silver necklace with a religious cross pendant. When you shot your eyes toward Solomon, he smiled calmly and said, "Everyone needs blessings, would you agree?"

In disbelief, you slapped your hand against your forehead and nervously handed Lucifer the last present on the table, which was tightly wrapped in crimson wrapping paper with a velvety black bow. As the Avatar of Pride opened it to reveal the ticket to the ballet, "The Nutcracker," you breathed a sigh of relief, glad that at least one person understood your original intentions.

"I cannot believe you guys did this! All I asked was for you to give a decent gift to Lucifer, but you chose these gifts?" You loudly said. "Thank you, Diavolo. At least you were considerate!"

You crossed your arms and glared at them before turning to Lucifer to offer an apology. But the moment your eyes rested upon his face, the Avatar of Pride laughed heartfully, catching you by surprise. This was the second time that day you heard his genuine laughter. Behind you, the others glanced at each other with concern or discomfort.

"Is Lucifer alright? Did we break him? " Levi whispered.

To which Mammon responded, "I think he's been possessed."

"Demons...we can get possessed?" Belphie asked in surprise.

"The right question is: who would be crazy enough to possess Lucifer?" Solomon chuckled.

You shook your head at their cracked conversation and looked at Lucifer, who quickly returned to his calm and composed self. "(Y/n), what gift might you have selected for me?"

You grabbed his arm with a slightly sweet yet nervous smile and led the Avatar of Pride upstairs. Upon reaching your bedroom, you shut the door firmly behind you and faced him. "I am pleased to offer you the gift of peace in the tranquil confines of my room...as well as the gift of truth."

Lucifer's expression transformed into a serious one, and he gave you his undivided attention. You could tell that he had been eagerly awaiting this moment since the day all of you arrived at the cabin. Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze with the calmest demeanor you could muster and began to speak. "I brought all of you to celebrate Christmas vacation in the Human Realm at Diavolo's request. He asked if I could cooperate with him, and everything for this vacation has been set, from housing to funds to food. All I had to do was say yes, and I said yes."

Your words struck an effect in the Avatar of Pride, and he redirected his gaze toward the windows. As he observed the snowflakes cascading from the heavens, you remained silent to allow him time to process the information. Wordlessly, Lucifer walked close to the window as if to acquire a more profound view of the descending snow.

Going against his principles, Lucifer gave in to his nagging feeling and opened one of the envelopes on Daivolo's desk. What was this? Why hadn't Diavolo spoken to him regarding this? His curiosity piqued as he set the first letter down and picked up the second, then the third. Their contents were very similar as they all held complaints against his brothers.

'Dear Prince, we wish to have some peace in Devildom.' 'Kindly send the brothers away. I will lose my mind otherwise.' 'As a prince, it is your responsibility to assure the residents of your realm are at peace and content. With the brothers present, we feel neither!' 'We are tired of dealing with the mess the brothers make. Send them away.' 'Hey, prince, how about giving us a little break from those crazy fallen angels? They should be thankful we're letting them stay here. Instead, they're making our lives a living hell. Funny thing is we already live in hell! But they still find a way to make things worse.'

"A few days before we came to my world," you started to speak in a low voice, drawing Lucifer out of his thoughts, "Diavolo received a heap of letters. They all contained complaints about your brothers. So, Diavolo devised a plan to appease the demons in Devildom without hurting you or your brothers. The plan being to bring all of you to my realm under the pretense of a Christmas vacation."

You paused for a while and stared at Lucifer's back as if you were waiting for him to turn around and look at you. But when he didn't, you sighed and continued apprehensively. "I am sorry for not telling you the truth earlier. I wanted to help Diavolo but also bring all of you here to spend the holidays in peace. A-Are you mad? "

Even after a significant amount of time had passed, the Avatar of Pride didn't offer a response and persisted with his gaze directed outside. A thin layer of snow had covered everything, adorning the entire area in a fresh layer of white. Finally, he lowered his crossed arms and faced you with a serious expression. However, you did not find any evidence of anger in his crimson orbs. "I have no grievances with your decision to bring us beyond the limits of the Devildom or with your desire to aid Diavolo. I have a grievance with you and Diavolo for undertaking such actions behind my back. That, to me, is an act of betrayal."

Your heart sank when you heard his choice of words, as you had never intended to backstab him or even leave such a notion within his mind. You lowered your head, hiding your eyes, as a scorching sensation burned within your tear ducts. Lucifer recognized the pain his words had caused you but remained unaffected and continued to speak calmly and collectedly. "I, more than anyone else, am familiar with the stress and difficulties that accompany my brothers. I would have readily consented to your course of action, especially if you had been the one to ask me about it. All you had to do was tell me."

"I am sorry," you whispered as tears cascaded down your cheeks and landed on your fluffy slippers. Lucifer closed the gap between you and himself with a steady gait. His expression softened considerably, and he delicately held your chin and angled your head upward to meet his gaze. He slowly wiped away your tears with his gloved fingers.

"My brothers appear to be content with their time here. For this reason, I cannot remain upset with you. Your decision has brought them joy...has brought us together." The softness within his voice was quite noticeable yet felt unfamiliar to you. "However, you must refrain from revealing the reason behind this vacation to my brothers. Their joy will gradually give way to sorrow, an outcome I do not desire in the least."

"I promise I will not tell them anything," you whispered with a slight smile. You breathed easier, like a monumental weight had been removed from your shoulders and heart.

As if noticing your contentment, Lucifer cradled your right cheek with his left hand and lightly wiped away your tears with his thumb. He leaned forward and pressed his lips on the corner of your left eye. His lips slowly descended your cheek, kissing the remaining tears, only to stop at your lips. When you parted your mouth, he chuckled deeply and captured your lips in a tender kiss.

"Oh, I also have another gift for you," you said, meeting his crimson orbs and smiling playfully.

He curiously gazed at you with a smile and waited for you to retrieve the gift; instead, he noted sparkles of mischief glimmering in your eyes. "Remove your shirt and lay on your stomach. I plan to give you a massage," you giggled.

Lucifer's expression morphed into a smirk as one of his eyebrows raised; however, he did not express any doubt or question your request. Without hesitating, he undressed, leaving his pants on, and lay on your bed with his back to you. Kneeling beside him, your fingers into his muscular shoulders, and his muscles initially tensed up before finally loosening and relaxing. However, that relaxation was only temporary. His muscles tensed once more as you straddled his lower back to position yourself more comfortably.

The Avatar of Pride forcefully diverted the direction of his thoughts elsewhere and dismissed your actions as innocent. As you directed your fingers to knead the muscles around his shoulder blades, your eyes fell on two scars on his lower back. Upon recognizing those scars, your gaze softened, and you softly glided your fingers over them.

"Luci, do you ever regret your decision?" You asked, breaking the tranquil silence. Though you were aware that this was a sensitive topic, your curiosity momentarily captured your thoughts.

"Not once," he whispered in a candor and genuine tone. "I am content to have Satan with us."

His words struck your heart deeply, and though you were grinning, you didn't respond to his words. Choosing to leave that line of discussion alone, you opted to change the topics. "Speaking of Satan, I have to apologize to you. I am partially the reason why Satan started pranking you. My intention was for him to find common ground with you so the two of you could have fun sharing a room. But...he interpreted my words as this is the best opportunity to have fun and prank Lucifer. I promise that is not what I meant!"

Lucifer murmured in an unusual, faint manner, and when you requested him to repeat what he had said, he merely responded by mumbling once again. You, however, decided to lean towards his head to better hear his words, only to be surprised by Lucifer's mischievous smile as he turned his head and looked at you with a devilish spark in his eyes.

"You are in deep trouble, my dear," he whispered in a low, sultry voice that sent a shiver through you. In the blink of an eye, your back was pressed against the mattress, and he was now hovering above you. "I wondered how Satan hatched such a devious scheme. I did not anticipate that you would be the mastermind behind it."

"W-Wait, I wasn't! He misinter-"

After a series of dizzying moments, you ultimately found yourself with your upper body pressed into the mattress, and your derriere pointed upwards and faced him. The Avatar of Pride dug his fingers into the curves of your waist as his hips repeatedly collided against your buttocks, producing a sensation that was simultaneously rough and enjoyable. While his movements appeared aggressive, he ensured that you were experiencing pleasure above all. Lucifer had warned you to maintain a minimum level of sound, as he was concerned about others becoming privy to your secretive moments. To further ensure the discretion of your intimate encounters, Lucifer had shifted your bed away from the wall.

You thought one climax would fulfill your punishment, but the Avatar of Pride possessed other intentions. He planned to monopolize you for the entire day without holding back. While the fogginess of pleasure clouded your ability to accurately recall the moments of your shared intimacy, you remembered your back pressed against the wall as he gripped the underside of your knees. Your lips were molded into a blissful union as his length penetrated you over and over again.

The memory of your position at the round, wooden table near the window appeared in your mind. Lucifer had positioned himself behind you, and you were grasping the edges of the table firmly as he rapidly thrusted into you from behind. His fingers were buried in your mouth to prevent sounds from escaping your reddened lips.

Then, the two of you were in the center of the room, where he steadily pounded inside you up and down, standing upright. When you tried to recall anything else from your intimate moments together, the only thing that flashed in your mind was his intimate exploration of your body in the shower.

Your long and steamy day of intimate interactions finally drew to a close on your bed. The Avatar of Pride was well aware that you had reached your limit, so he proceeded with caution in the missionary position. He gently and lovingly moved his hips while his eyes remained locked with yours, maintaining a slow pace while your lips met again and again.

Lucifer adjusted your blanket to conceal your exposed skin while you drifted into a deep slumber, exhausted beyond belief. He lightly brushed his fingertips over your cheeks and lovingly admired your slumbering face, his gaze caressing your features. He tenderly planted his lips onto your forehead in a show of uncontrollable affection.

"I cannot express my deep appreciation for your presence in my life," he whispered despite knowing you could not hear his words. "I simply cannot fathom a future where you are no longer by my side. The mere thought of losing you fills my heart with emptiness and anguish. I promise to protect and cherish you, your heart, and your happiness. I love you, (y/n)."

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