#so even if they are disconnected from his body they can still feel ya pet them through a tiny bunny

[clownsuu]

Dawg at this point gets infested by dust bunnies JDHCHDHD it’s like that one Hanahaki disease except instead of love and flower petals its insomnia, asthma and grandma’s dusty ass attic bunnies LMAOOO

@thelone-copper for u gamer 😔🥄🥄🥄

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Fuggin bummy

[whorefordean]

helping hand || r.c

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

wc: 750

tw: fingering, over stim kinda, pet names (good girl, honey), rafe is barely mean for half a second

mdni

rafe’s heavy hands grip your thighs hard. loud moans echo throughout the bedroom as his fingers swirl over your clit quickly. your hands shoot up to find his just as you feel yourself about to fall into euphoria.

as quickly as your pleasure came, it disappeared. you pant heavily as rafe’s hand disconnects from your wet pussy.

“i can’t!” you cry out breathlessly. the two of you had been going at this for the better part of an hour. rafe looks at you with soft eyes.

“come on, babe, why do you keep teasing yourself?” rafe asks as he grips your thigh again. his face is buried in your neck now, and you can almost feel the frustration rolling off of him.

“i can’t do it, rafe,” you mumbled sadly. for whatever reason, you couldn’t quite orgasm tonight. you got so close, but you just couldn't let yourself go. you couldn’t handle the pleasure, so you always stopped before you could come. tragic, really.

you held onto rafe’s arm as you tried to calm down, in hopes of being able to just quit and move on. you could feel the energy in the room change as rafe pulled his head away from your neck.

“you’re always such a good girl for me, yea?” rafe mumbles into your ear, sweetly. you moan at his praise, nodding while looking up at him through your eyelashes. he presses soft kisses to your shoulder before continuing.

“and good girls get rewarded. so i’ll be damned if my best girl doesn’t get to come tonight,” rafe mumbles lowly into your ear. before you can object, rafe has you flipped onto your stomach on his lap. the denim of his jeans is rough against your belly, but you don’t mind it.

with your body still buzzing from his words, rafe’s hand finds home in your pussy again. with your face buried in the pillow, you moan and writhe underneath him.

“rafe, it’s too much,” you moan out, words jumbled with your cheek resting against the soft bed.

“‘s too bad,” rafe replies darkly as he continues to play with your clit. his ring clad fingers delve into your tight cunt, causing you to fist the sheets in between your hands. his fingers pumping inside of you show no mercy as you beg for relief from the tension that’s been building up for the last hour.

just as it begins to be too much, your thighs start to close involuntarily. you try to pull yourself away from rafe, only to be yanked back to him. a firm slap lands across your ass causing you to yelp.

“why the fuck are ya running away, hm? ‘m not fucking done,” rafe grunts, almost angrily. his tight grip on your thigh is causing your mind to spiral into a daze.

"rafe, please!" you beg, voice muffled as you bite down on the pillow. you reach your hand back in an effort to stop his hand from moving, but before you can even reach him, you're coming all over his fingers. rafe laughs from behind you, watching as you let out a strangled moan. his fingers keep moving just to keep you coming.

"oh, god!" you scream out, clenching your hands onto whatever you can reach. eventually, rafe stops his movements allowing you to breathe for a second. your face is smushed against the mattress, causing rafe to laugh lightly. 

“feel better?” rafe teases, watching you inhale deeply. you frown at him. 

“you’re an asshole. you know that, right?” you huff out between deep breaths. rafe laughs harder, pulling you up to sit in his lap. 

“you just like to make things difficult,” rafe teases, pressing kisses to your face and down your neck. you tilt your head for him with your eyes closed. 

“just couldn’t relax,” you mumble as he continues to kiss you. rafe’s warm hands are rubbing soothingly against your soft thighs. 

“‘s okay, honey. just needed my help, huh?” rafe cooes. you nod softly, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder. his hands trail up to rub your back, making you sink further into his chest. 

“thanks, rafe,” you mumble under your breath. rafe’s hands stop caressing you, and he pulls back to look at you. 

“no, none of that. just taking care of my girl,” rafe insists. you giggle softly, nodding at him.

"seriously, don't ever thank me for that again. it's my pleasure," rafe grips your cheeks in his hand. you nod again, cheeks squished together.

"good girl," rafe commends lowly.

[ceo-of-daichi]

LYDIA OwO are your thirst drabbles still open? if so 👉🏼👈🏼 can i request soft passionate kisses with Daichi as he makes love to you >///< i- i’m in a mood 😳 thank you and luv ya! ���💕

Pairing // Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader

WC // 330

A/N // Jadeeeee!!! Yes all my requests/suggestions are open! I still have your request from last time to write as well actually, sorry I didn’t get round to it sooner💛 But hope you enjoy this!!

TW // SMUT, pet name ‘bunny’, praise, Daichi fucking you slow and good😌

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A dim light covered the room from the small gap in the curtains, the window slightly open and blowing the fabric softly against the wooden frame of the bed. You couldn’t concentrate on anything but him though, skin on skin and lips pressed together, the slow pace of Daichi pushing himself in and out of you driving you crazy.

His pace was slow and sensual, as if he was trying to memorise every inch of your needy pussy for future reference. Or as if you were to flee the minute you were both finished and he didn’t want you to leave, so he was taking as long as physically possible and god it felt good. His lips barely left yours, every moan and noise muffled by his mouth upon yours. It was just you and him, it was slow and passionate but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

As his lips left yours, you allowed yourself to breathe everything in. His body fully pressed against you, his biceps flexing as he started to pick up his pace, his face flushed and eyes blown wide. He was effortlessly beautiful and he was yours, you would never be able to get over that, even when he was pushed balls deep inside of you, it was still hard to believe.

Your lower stomach was slowly getting tighter, you could feel yourself clenching around every inch of him. The mere sight of him above you almost pushing you over the edge, a small whimper leaving your mouth as you made eye contact with him.

“mhm’ you’re so beautiful bunny, especially when you’re taking my cock so well.” Daichi practically breathed out as he felt his cock twitch inside of you.

His lips crashed against yours again, another passionate kiss, mouths moving in sync as he coaxed both of you through orgasmic bliss. Swallowing your silent screams and pleas, you’re sure your mind would disconnect from reality if his lips weren’t attached to yours.

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[obeywho-meduh]

Valentine’s Day with MammoNeru

Commissioned work for @otromeru

Thanks again for letting me write for your adorable OC and Mammon!

⚠️NSFW WARNING: SoftDomMammon, Penetration (vaginal), Toy Play, Bites

“..back..Neru..love..”

Neru groaned in her sleep, was that a dream? She stretched out her hand, feeling around the bed sheets next to her but upon not feeling him beside her, Neru rubbed her eyes and slowly opened them. “Mammon?”

Seeing the space in front of her was empty, she rolled over to see if he would be on the other side of her, however he didn't even seem to be in the room. She puffed out her cheek, where was he? The two of them were both excited for today so she figured he’d at least want to wake up with her, especially since he told her not to get him anything; which, of course, she still did.

Compared to the previous two Valentine’s Days, mornings were definitely much louder by the time she opened her eyes. The silence of this morning was unnerving. Neru stretched before getting up, thinking Mammon was probably getting something ready for her, like a surprise maybe, waiting for her outside his bedroom.

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“Morning Neru! Say hiiiiiiii to my fans!” As she walks into the dining room Asmo bombards her with his phone in hand to wave at his live feed.

“H-Hey!”

Asmo whispered in her ear, “And happy Valentine’s Day~”

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“From our little human to you all! I’ll be back on later this evening for more fun! Bye bye~” Asmo winked then disconnected from his broadcast.

“Is he finally done?” Levi groaned as he glanced up from his game.

Neru looked around for Mammon at the table, but he wasn’t there either. Maybe... He’s in the kitchen with Beel?

“Oh you’re only moody because you haven’t gotten your fan letter from Ruri-chan for Valentine’s Day yet. It’s coming, it's still morning after all~” Asmo patted Levi’s shoulder as they sat down.

Levi pouted a bit before returning to his game. Neru sat down and looked down to see Belphie’s feet sticking out from under the table, so he’s sleeping. Cute. “Have you guys seen Mammon?”

“He’s not here, he was actually rather loud when he left this morning. It almost interrupted my reading.” Satan huffed as he walked in and proceeded to his seat. “I fully expected you to have been with him since it is Valentine’s Day.”

Asmo cooed and then leaned over the table, “Oho~ that is an interesting question, why aren’t you with Mammon, Neru? Not that we’re complaining because it’s always great to see your sweet face~”

'So, he left this morning'. “He told me not to do anything today and that was it.”

“Odd," Asmo clucked, half-interested in Neru's predicament, but also watching the comments and reactions pour in from his broadcast.

“Yeah it is.” Satan's soft hum followed, garnering the attention from the fifth-born.

Asmo chuckled as he sat back into his chair. “Aww are you agreeing with me Satan~”

Before either of them countered the other, Beel walked in with the breakfast, making three trips to and from. The whole length of the table is quickly filled with buffet-esque food. As Beel sits down, Lucifer comes in and pauses, taking in the sight of the excessive amount of food before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Beelzebub.. Did you make all the food we have in the kitchen?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day.” Beel tilted his head, stating matter-of-factly, looking at his eldest brother who then exhaled heavily before taking his seat as well.

“There won’t be leftovers, looks like delivery for dinner again.” Asmo stretched out his arms, “Not that I’ll be here but still~”

Neru watched as Beel pulled Belphie up and into his seat and ruffled his twin's hair before attempting to pass a plate to her with a mound of food. Belphie grunted, passed the plate to Neru, and lowered his head back down onto his pillow to fall back to sleep. As a thanks, Neru patted his head and began eating her breakfast along with the brothers.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to just come with me honey? He isn’t back yet and you deserve to have at least some fun on Valentine’s day.” Asmo rubbed her back as they walked down the hall to the front door.

“No, I’ll wait for Mammon. He must have something planned if he told me not to do anything.”

“Alrighty well you know where I’ll be and I’m just a text away~” Amso kissed her head and smiled before heading out the door.

Neru’s shoulders slumped a bit as she turned back to head to Mammon’s room. Valentine’s Day was already almost over and as she walked into his room, it’d never felt so empty. Clutching her necklace, she went and laid on his bed and sighed, “Where are you..” Rolling over in the sheets, she heard a loud bang coming from the hallway outside his door.

She sat up as further commotion continued to grow louder, seemingly getting closer. Getting up from his bed, Neru crept towards the door before it violently flung open,

"NERU!?” Blinking for a moment at his sudden entry, she took the second to look at Mammon, his face littered with scratches and him holding his hands behind his back. “Why ya in here?? Thought ya’d be in yer room??”

She didn’t know where to begin. Neru wanted to ask him, ‘where’d he been?, ‘did you forget what day it was?’, ‘I wanted to do so much with you but you told me to leave it to you…' Neru mimicked his stance, also putting her hands behind her back and looked up at him, smiling lightly, “I figured I’d wait in your room..”

It’s nice seeing that blush of his, but she still felt discouraged. Then Mammon used his foot to close the door, doing his best not to show what was behind his back, but also struggling to maintain what he’s holding. He gets down on his knee and shows his half-cocked smile, and looking up at her, he brings his hands around, “Sorry… Took longer than I thought, this one is pretty stubborn..”

Neru paused, she couldn’t believe what he'd held out to her. “Mammon.. Is this.. A baby crow?”

Mammon got up as he glared down at the bird, “Itssa Magpie. Smaller than a crow, but smart like one and protective.” It pecked at his hands making him let go before it landed on her shoulder and glared at Mammon. She could see his frustration, as he put his hands in his pockets and pouted, “But it’s also supposed ta know you’re mine!” Mammon reached out to quickly hug her, but the Magpie instantly responded by attempting to swoop at him.

Mammon ducked and it flapped around the room before perching on the second level’s railing, blatantly eyeing him.“I gave ya a lot of food ya know, it wasn't cheap! I should just turn ya into Beel’s next meal.”

It then attempted to swoop at him again, “Don’t hit Mammon!” She got in the path of it, and the bird quickly redirected itself and landed on her shoulder again, then nuzzled into her. Its feathers tickled her cheeks and she tittered a bit before lightly petting its underbelly and it cooed. “You’re pretty, but you have to get along with Mammon okay?”

It made an almost scoffing noise of its own, “Pretty! Pretty!” It nuzzled her again before it glided off her shoulder and flew back up, and landed on Mammon’s car and settled in on top of it.

“Still needs a name too..” He looked up at it and scoffed, “Tch.. rotten jerk.. Won’t be given ya anymore treats—” His words were interrupted as Neru embraced him, gripping onto his jacket as she buried her face in his shirt. “Ah-Ah-Neru?!” He looked down at her but couldn’t see her face, while his cheeks flushed over with red.

“Toto..” She mumbled through his shirt.

“Ha?”

“That’s their name..” Neru looked up at him with teary eyes, “N-Not rotten jerk..”

“O-Oi! Why ya cryin’?!” Mammon cupped her cheeks and started to wipe away her tears.

“I’m not crying!”

“Yeah ya are!”

“S-Shut up!”

He chuckled a bit then brought his head down to her and rubbed his nose against hers, “I know I’m late but Happy Valentine’s Day shortcake.”

Neru’s face went red as she sucked in her lip but then grabbed his collar and kissed him. He’d been gone all day, hadn’t said a word and then brought such an adorable and heartfelt gift. His hand held the base of her neck as the other wrapped around her torso as he returned her kiss, while slowly guiding her backwards up the steps to his bed.

As they both fall onto it, Mammon’s body between her legs. Neru breaks the kiss, taking a breath, “Mammon, I--”

He kissed her again, deeper as his tongue pushed its way between her teeth and started to play with hers. His body pushed against her before she patted his shoulders trying to push him back while his hand started to go up her shirt and he pulled away.

Neru panted as she looked up at his reddened face.

“I don’t think I can hold back doll, I’ve been thinkin’ bout ya all day. I took longer than I wanted and I’m not gonna let ya go for the rest of the night. ‘Specially not with how ya look right now.” He brought himself down and kissed her forehead as his fingers softly glided up and groped her breast, massaging it slowly. Neru whimpered, biting her lip as his brushed against her ear while he whispered, “Yer so fucking cute, ya wanna hear bout all the things I thought of doing with ya today?”

Feeling her body shiver she pushed him back from her, causing him to fall to her side but he still held her against him.

Clasping onto his wrists, she stopped his hands’ movements, “W-Wait a minute!”

Mammon pouted slightly then nipped her ear, “Best I can do is 10 seconds.” He moved his hand out from her shirt, “10..” His hand traced the top of her shorts before unbuttoning them while his fingers slipped under the fabric of her underwear. “5..”

“How are you at 5 already?!” She watched while he smirked and his digits moved to start to tease her, Neru inhaled sharply before she gripped his wrist harder, “Mammon!” Her eyes turned and locked with his and he hesitated before he withdrew his hand. “Thank you,” She smiled as he pouted, “I didn’t get to say Happy Valentine’s Day to you.” Neru wrapped her hands around his neck and rolled on top of him, their faces holding a faint pink color while they both took the moment to look at each other, “Happy Valentine’s Day my Great Mammon~” She pecked his lips, “Now let’s enjoy the r-rest of the night.” She pulled back and stuttered as Mammon’s hands wrapped around her waist and he smirked up at her.

“Ya really know how ta get me goin’ shortcake. Hope yer ready.”

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He felt as her apex convulsed against him, continuing his movements with her pinned to the wall. Neru’s legs clenched his sides, his fingertips were buried in her asscheeks as he thrusted inside her. Her moans echoed in the room mixing with Mammon panting as he peppered her chest with kisses and bite marks. “Yer gettin’ close again, my good girl.”

His hips bucked, hitting her deeper while stepping back from the wall and turning to the bed while holding his cock inside her. He laid her down then resumed his pace, his tongue traced her collarbone before creeping down to her nipple as he bit down gently and suckled it.

Her toes curled as her feet pushed up from the bed to allow him to go deeper, her eyes fluttered as she held his head to her chest. Lacing her fingers through his hair and her apex tightened around his member. “M-Mahh..mmonn!”

He gripped the sheets as he felt her orgasm, feeling her fingertips move from his head to his arms. “That’s..mmghh number three..” His thrusts slowed as he grinded pushing himself deeper inside her, “I think we.. f-fuck yer so tight.. should try a lil somethin’.” He rolls them over, getting her on top of him taking hold of her hand while he reaches over to the nightstand with the other.

Neru took the moment to breathe as she watched him rummage through the drawer. Looking back down at his body she slowly traced the lines of his abdominal muscles.

Before she had a chance to comprehend what he'd said, Mammon sat up to face her. “W...What?”

“So.. ya know Asmo had me this year for secret santa?”

She raised her eyebrow, remembering what Asmo had gotten him. “Yeah, he got you… a plushie ‘me.'"

“That.. wasn’t all.” Mammon wrapped an arm around her waist, grinning as he showed her his pointer finger, adorned with a small yellow bullet-shaped item. His grin widened as she heard a click and it began to vibrate.

Her lip quivered as her walls pulsated around him. “W..Was that it?” Knowing Asmo, she considered this just a tease, a glimpse into the 'lil somethin' Mammon wanted to try.

“Excited ain’t ya?” Mammon chuckled feeling her squeeze him, “There’s a few more toys but let’s start with this.” He ran the vibrator steadily up from her navel to her nipple, “I can’t wait ta see how fast I can make ya cum.” Changing their position, keeping himself inside her, he turned her around in his lap. His chest heaved against her back as his hands reached in front of her, “It’s got 10 levels.” He kissed down the back of her neck as he pinched her nipple between the vibrator and his finger, he rocked his hips against her.

The vibrations seemed more intense, her sensitivity heightened after how long they’d been going, her mind grew hazy as his hand worked its way down her before finally reaching her pearl. The intensity mildly increasing in sync with his thrusts, “Mmmaam~”

“Nnghh.. ya want me ta turn it up don’tcha?” He turned it down by one, “Ya want it more then ya gotta say it.”

Neru’s cheeks burned, her reservations were always easily torn down by him. “Please Mammon m-more.”

“Haaaa~ More what? Ya better with words than that.”

She whined as her hand moved down to meet his, trying to trigger it on her own he brushed away her hand.

“Whatcha tryin’ ta do? That’s not askin’,” Mammon bounced her in his lap, as her hands grip his thighs. “That’s not how we ask for things Neru.”

Panting she turned her head to the side to look at him, “S-Says the one who just t..takes..”

Mammon paused in his ministrations and then hugged her to him, “Ya caught me, like always. I’ll let ya get this one, just cause it’s Valentine’s Day.” Biting down on her shoulder as he turned up the level of the vibrator while leaning them forward letting it cover her clit.

Once the sound of their hips clapping became outdone by the vibrator, her legs shook as his member throbbed inside her, their moans resonating around them.

Neru tried to form words as she started to reach her climax, Mammon’s body huffed as his finger continued to play with her clit as his arm cradled her close as his cock drilled deeper. She threw her head back onto his shoulder, her body convulsed as they came together. Neru cried in euphoric pleasure as she muttered his name.

He kissed everywhere he could as he laid them down, reluctantly pulling himself out from her. They both pant as their bodies begin to relax into one another. “I think.. I need to sleep..”

“Suppose ya earned a break.”

“A break?”

“Mmm, its the weekend tomorrow so we gotta whole two more days ta celebrate.”

Neru groaned as she put out her lip.

“Alright alright, sleep. But I still haven’t had my fill of ya.”

She kissed his cheek, “My greedy boy.”

He chuckled as he pulled the blanket over them, “My little human.”

Her voice lowered as she yawned, “Oh yeah, I meant to ask, did you say something to me this morning?” Neru’s nuzzled her body back into him, his warmth radiating and comforts her as it always does.

“Hm? Mmm.. oh yeah, before I left I said, ‘I’ll be back later and..” He smiled as he kissed the back of her head, "I love you, Neru.’”

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Satan: What is that Neru?

Neru: *looks at Toto on her shoulder* This is Toto.

Satan: Wait.. So you can have a bird but I can’t have a cat??

Neru: Lucifer tried to take Toto but uh..

*Lucifer walks by with some feathers in his jacket missing*

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

DAYS OFF

Happy Lowman x Reader (Headcanons)

Anon asked: Hii ya, I just wanted to start saying that your fics saved my day, and if you're taking requests could you write some Happy fluff (maybe smutty if you feel like it)?! I just think that tumblr doesn't have enough of those. ANYWAYS, you're amazing and your fics are one of the best things I've read 😍💞💕 Sending love and good vibes

WARNINGS: NSWF, SMUT

Word Count: 1.4k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Usually, when he comes back home, it's five or six in the morning. Your turn at the hospital is almost done, so he fights against his tiredness sitting on the sofa to wait for you. Even if you ask him for not doing it and going to bed, as soon as he's back, he keeps doing it every time.

Your fingertips touring one of his cheeks, while the other is above his palm and the elbow nailed on the armrest, leaving some soft caresses to wake him up. A smile getting drawn on his lips confirms you he's enjoying it, before opening his eyes to show those honey orbs that have you totally bewitched. You're squatting close to him, making Happy leans towards you to catch your lips with his in a lovely kiss. A slowly one. He loves to taste every single inch of them, proving you how much he has missed you, placing both hands on the sides of your neck urging you to sit on his lap.

“Now, I'm finally home”. He whispers, feeling your fingers getting tangled on his shirt, before taking you to bed.

You two sleep for more than ten hours with the phones off, and even the doorbell disconnected. Your legs intertwined, your arms surrounding each other's body tightly. No distance between you two. Happy likes to sink his nose and his lips on your neck, because he always says that's his favorite safe-place. He has a lot, actually, and all around you. But your sweet smell hushes his demons and all the bad things that run through his disturbed mind.

He usually wakes before you, taking the advantage of kissing your skin. Slowly, gently, taking his time. Happy wants to make you feel loved all the damn time, no matter who is near of you, nor where you are, nor when. It's like a necessity for him. He's always saying that you're the best thing that could happen to his life and he doesn't want to lose you. And even if you've told him thousands time that you're only for him, he needs to make you feel it in case you forget it.

His favorite pet-name for you is ‘love’. The only time he pronounces your name is when he's between your legs pounding you hard, fast and deep making quake your body under his, letting you know how much he adores you or every time he presses his lower abdomen against your nose with his delicious glans hitting the wall of your throat, until an arcade borns there. But this pet-name has a strong meaning when he's back after some days riding. He makes sure you hear him say it. He adds it at the end of every question, sentence (...). Happy needs to make you know you're ‘his love’, his one and only. He doesn't have eyes for anyone else. Only you.

“Do you fancy pizza or chinese, love?”

“Let's watch Tom and Jerry, my love”.

“Love, love, love. Hey, love! Look at that!”

“I think I broke all the barometers loving you, my love”.

Happy usually draws a bruise on the left side of your neck, using first the tip of his tongue to delineate where he wants to do it, while his waist moves against yours looking for some friction. He likes a quickly before cooking pancakes for you, even if it's time for lunch. When he wakes up, he's hard. He's so hard that even you hurt of feeling him rubbing your wetted panties, asking you to let him fuck you with some cute sobs. Totally needy.

“C'mon, love… wake up. I need you”. He's about to cry desperately, because he doesn't like to do anything without your consent, he would never do that. Not even waking you by eating you out. He wants you to be fully awake, with all your senses on every touch, every caress, every thrust and every kiss.

“You like it, uh? Did you miss it?” You tease him as soon as his abdomen presses your pussy with all his strength, growling hoarsely and his face sinked on your neck.

“Yes”. He just say, trying to go somewhat deeper if it's possible.

He always cooks for you. Whatever you want, he makes it for you. Before meeting, Happy didn't know a shit about kitchen, but he learned because of your first date. That night you were about to call the fire department three times and, even if it wasn't the best food you ever tried, he was freaking excited. Now, four years after, he's the best chef you ever met.

Happy likes to spend the rest of the day on the sofa, drinking beer and lying on top of you. Always among your legs watching Scooby Doo's episodes, having five-minutes-nap to recover from a week riding and sleeping for not more than four hours per day.

He must have a hand on you all the time. Holding yours, on your nape, on your waist, on your cheek caressing it, slapping or pinching your ass (...), kissing you every time he has the opportunity. But this day, he likes to do it slowly, with his tongue tasting yours dearly. Your saliva mixing with the beer' flavor, and making you feel all the affection he has for you.

At the end of the day, you two usually have a relaxing bath together. The back of his head on your shoulder, your arms wrapping his neck, eyes closed and your fingers leaving soft caresses all around the tattooed chest. You talk about your days away from each other, about long turns at the hospital and about the assholes who points him with a gun, before Happy breaking his fingers. Something pretty normal. He makes you laugh explaining it, because he always seems so excited telling you about his days without you getting scared, not judging him. Yeah, his mind works different, it's somewhat dark and perturbed and you're not romanticizing it, you could never. But he's Happy. That kind of things happens around the world every minute. Bad people doing bad things and sometimes someone like Sons' appears. They're not angels, but fuck that. Look how happy your boyfriend looks. And at the end, you give him a brief reward, because he still tired after riding.

One of your hands travel down, drowning in the water, while the other wraps tightly his throat. Your teeth biting gently the lobe of his ear, whilst Happy closing his eyes and focusing his attention on your fingers stroking his cock, getting harder every time your thumb caress and makes some pressure above the glans. One of your favorite things on earth is watching him fully relaxed, parted lips, caressing your forearms and letting you give him some pleasure without you enjoying it physically. Happy has that imperious need to make you feel satisfied, but this night it's just for him.

Your wrist moving a little faster, while he gets somewhat comfy over your body. You whisper somethings like “you like it?”, “do you want it faster?”, “fuck, I love when you're that hard, baby”, “you can't imagine how much I've missed you”. He just nods or replies a weak “yes” or a dry growl, close to fall into a cliff of pleasure, stirring under the moves of your hand. And when he cums underwater, he almost howls your name squeezing his closed lids whilst your lips draw an invisible trail of kisses from his temple down to his cheek until you find his sleepy mouth. His tongue licking your lips, before catching them between his teeth.

Let's be clear, Happy doesn't have any fears, if you don't keep in mind the fact of losing you. He's fucking crazy. He can stab, shoot, takes off the skin off whoever being alive… But he likes sometimes to be the small spoon at bed, feeling so much protected when your arms wraps him tightly into you. He loves feeling your kisses on his nape and his head, tangling his long fingers with yours, sinking his nose on the space among your forearms. He always falls asleep before you, because he doesn't have any worries. It's only him and the love of his life cuddling at bed.

[dcbbw]

Sneak Peek Sunday (8-23-2020)

I know for certain I was tagged by @sophie-and-shizuku​, and I think I may have been tagged by @bebepac​. Honestly, I have not had a lot of time to work on anything because of work obligations but I do have a fic ready to post and a handful of almost-there WIPs; fics that if I just sat down and added one more section, or did a final read-through on, I could post.

For Sneak Peek Sunday, I present to you my They’re Almost Ready list.

Boomerang (Un-Romance AU):

Maxwell.

I wonder what he is doing here. Then I hear his voice carry over my partition.

“Hey, Reebee,” he says, using his nickname for me.

“Max!” I say a little too loudly and a lot too cheerfully.

He steps to my ‘doorway’. “I come bearing treats,” he announces as he holds out a brown paper bag in one hand and my pink drink in the other.

I tell him to come in, and he plops in the guest chair before handing me my drink and cookies. I place them on my desk and roll my chair around so I’m facing him. I eye him appraisingly: Maxwell looks good. He’s still slim with a head full of gelled hair; his face is still handsome in an odd way. Maxwell is the type that is always animated: eyes flashing and sparkling, a permanent half smile lifting one corner of his mouth, hands moving.

A man in motion.

Right now, his leg is jiggling while his fingers tap and dance against his pant-covered thigh.

“What brings you here?” I ask curiously.

“I dropped Pen off this morning and walking her to the elevator, we ran into Lynn going on a coffee run.”

I freeze momentarily. Maxwell dropped Penelope off? “You and Pen?” I ask in what I hope is a casual tone.

He nods happily. “I ran into her at a pet shelter a couple of weekends ago. We talked some, grabbed some lunch, and we’ve been … hanging out ever since.”

“He was looking for a peacock!” Penelope offered helpfully from her cubicle.

I nod slowly. “Hanging out,” I repeat.

Max’s eyes grow wide as he takes in my expression. “It’s not like that.”

We stare at each other. The yet is unspoken. 

Ghosts (Damien/Kai/Hayden ):

We were eating dinner in the living room. America’s Most Eligible was on, and for whatever reason, Kai and Hayden absolutely love that show. There were shrieks of laughter and finger pointing at the television set while I watched them absently, barely tasting my dinner.

Hayden noticed my lack of scoffing and reprimand and looked at me quizzically. “Are you okay, love?”

Kai put down her forkful of food to look at me through narrowed eyes. “Does this have to do with that client? What’s the job, Damien?”

She is neither suspicious nor jealous, just protective. Kai doesn’t love deeply or passionately; she loves fiercely.

I sip some cold beer. “I don’t know the job yet. I have to meet with them to find out.”

They both look at me skeptically. I shrug. “I just … I don’t know. I feel disconnected and I don’t know why.”

Except I do. I’m lying to the two most important people in my life, after mom and siblings, because of a man who left me three years ago. Over a phone call. I didn’t hear from him when I was heartbroken. I didn’t hear from him when robot assassins and a crazy man were trying to kill me and my friends.

No, he waits until I’m happy again to call. And I answered.

Love in a Time of Betrayal:

The light in the room was muted as the late afternoon sun filtered in through the closed window blinds. The heavy damask curtains were pulled open, tied back with cords of silk rope. They reminded her of an opera box.

Her hands ran down the front of his shirt, frantically pulling buttons through their holes; the diamond on her finger sparkled in the muted light of the room. The fabric was soft beneath her fingertips. Silk? Often washed cotton? It didn’t matter as she pulled the shirt from his broad shoulders. He let out a low laugh at her eagerness, his hair falling across his forehead in an endearing way.

She couldn’t wait to run her fingers through it.

The man pulled her closer to his bare chest, his short curly hairs matted to his skin. She breathed him in: pinecones, green grass, cognac. A hint of leather. Her lips found the crook of his neck and placed a kiss on his collarbone. He responded by planting a kiss in her hair.

They were star-crossed lovers, their hearts and their fates always at odds. The very Universe telling them constantly that they were not to be together, yet their bodies spoke differently.

Their love spoke differently.

She wondered if what they shared was lust or love, and always decided love. Lust could be sated, but her feelings for him never were.

He knew he loved her, with every fiber of his being. But he saw the signs: every chance they had at happiness was snatched away; sometimes cruelly, sometimes subtly. Either way, the pain was the same:

Deep. Hurtful. So intense not even the sweet release of death would alleviate it.

But here they were again, under the most trying of circumstances, attempting to right their world the only way they knew how.

The Queen’s Friendship:

The woman and Veronica were sitting in a dive bar, eating burgers and drinking beers. It had been five years since high school graduation, and their group of friends had disbanded:

Brenda’s mother had died soon after graduation, and she and her siblings had sold the house and divided the money. Brenda moved to Richmond, VA and had gotten a job with the state government. She was expecting her first child any day.

James had gotten a football scholarship from Auburn University. He played well, but not well enough to be noticed by the NFL. He was working as an accountant in Birmingham.

Michael D. had joined the Army.

Michael B. had moved to DC to attend Howard University and was applying to the police academy.

Shirley was in nursing school, and roommates with Rosalind, who was now a cosmetologist.

Ryan had gotten a degree in Physical Education Teaching and Coaching. He had always liked sports, but not playing them. He was waiting to hear back from the school board about a coaching position.

Veronica had gotten her meeting planning certification and was now looking to get into real estate.

The woman had her degree in Office Administration, along with the rest of the world. She had applied to several places but had yet to hear back.

Veronica dipped her French fry in ketchup as she studied the woman’s face. “I need you to be there! We’ve been friends forever and I want you to be my maid of honor!”

“You and Ryan are getting married?” The woman repeated her friend’s earlier statement, feeling foolish. Why, she wasn’t sure.

Veronica leaned back, tapping her nail against her chin. “I thought you were over Ryan?”

“I am! I am!” the woman hurriedly reassured her lifelong friend. “I just … wow, life is moving fast.”

Veronica nodded as she sat up straight. “It is, but it’s right, ya know?”

The woman nodded, but she didn’t know. She didn’t know how right felt. The two friends finished their meal, and on their way out, the woman saw a sign hanging on the wall: Now hiring waitresses, all shifts.

How I Met Your Wife:

The Duchess stopped fussing long enough to allow Yu to greet her deferentially; Riley smiled at the pretty, slim waitress and asked if there were a more private dining area she and her friends could enjoy their lunch. Yu arched an eyebrow; already the waitress held resentment against the Duchess. Of course she would want to lord her power and position over everyone else.

With a grunt, Yu led them to the private dining area reserved for large and/or private parties. Once the group was seated, Riley grasped Yu’s hand. “Thank you so much for accommodating my request. My appreciation will be reflected in your gratuity.”

Yu looked at the Duchess with a touch of incredulity before saying, “It’s the least I can do given that the King is offering the orchard workers some relief. I have family members who are affected.”

Riley looked at the waitress with concerned eyes before rummaging in her purse. “What are their names?”

Yu gave her the names before leaving the table with menus. She didn’t expect anything to come of it, but at least the new Duchess gave good lip service. She returned with the tea service in time to hear the Duchess on her phone arguing with someone who had to be the King.

“NO, you CANNOT return to the manor, Liam! And NO ONE is coming to the Palace! How in the HELL are you going to suggest WE use the SAME BAKER you and Madeleine were going to use?”

Silence as the Duchess listened to whatever the King was saying.

“I DO NOT CARE THAT THEY ARE THE ROYAL BAKERS! DO I LOOK ROYAL TO YOU?”

Yu hung back, not sure what to do. Riley smiled, and waved her over. “I am going to find a local Valtorian baker for the cake.” Brief silence. “IT ISN’T OUR WEDDING CAKE! I have three people, possibly four, with me RIGHT NOW who would LOVE to be the Duke of Valtoria! Don’t worry about who they are!’

More silence, then the Duchess hung up the phone. She looked at Yu. “The King will be joining us. Please send him here when he arrives.”

Coronation:

I run my hand through my hair while keeping the other on the steering wheel. The car is quiet, too quiet. I turn on the radio and a melancholy song fills the sedan.

And I bruise when you leave the room I never liked the way it felt Keepin' my hands to myself, mmm

Like some magic moment of which I'm not quite sure I wonder if you've ever been in love like this before You'll be scared when I possess you But you'll want me all the more

The music doesn’t help because my brain is filled with questions and images. There’s not enough room for the music and I impatiently turn the radio off. My phone rings; my hand fumbles on the passenger seat and I pull my eyes from the nearly empty road long enough to see it’s Beaumont calling and press the speaker button to answer.

“Yeah?” I growl as I check the speedometer and press a little harder on the gas pedal.

“Drake! We got Little Blossom! She’s going to stay!” he babbles excitedly in my ear.

I am quiet for a moment before I respond. “That’s great. Liam will be happy to hear it.” I don’t bother to ask Maxwell why he convinced Brooks to stay.

Liam made a choice. It wasn’t her.

“I thought you’d be more excited,” Maxwell says with some confusion in his voice.

“Olivia showed up at the Coronation, talked to Liam, and left. Then the pictures of Brooks came out. Wondering if there’s a connection.”

“You think Liv sent the pictures?”

I roll my eyes in annoyance. I try to keep the irritation out of my response. “No, Beaumont. I’m wondering if whoever did this to Brooks is behind Liv’s leaving.”

Desperate Measures:

Blinking back tears, Bertrand glanced at his watch. He raised an eyebrow as he realized it was almost time for his visitors. They were coming to meet with the stoic, confident Duke of Ramsford, not some maudlin, lovesick fool whose bank account was dangerously close to being overdrawn.

He pulled his papers together in neat stack and centered them precisely in the middle of the desk. He opened a drawer, and retrieved his lint brush, rolling it in brisk strokes over his suit jacket and sweater vest. Before leaving the study, he reached in a candy dish; he plucked a breath mint, which he popped in his mouth.

The Duke strode down the hall, ignoring the paintings and photos that lined the walls. He needed to check on lunch; the cook had been with the Beaumont family for decades; she still came in twice a week to do the grocery shopping and prepare dinner for the Duke and Lord. The rest of the staff had been let go; Bertrand could not afford to pay them, and people needed to make a living.  

Bertrand trusted the chef implicitly, and normally wouldn’t micromanage, but today was important.

This meeting could put House Beaumont back on the road to riches.

Crown Prince Liam’s social season was starting in two days’ time; Maxwell had accompanied the Prince and some friends to New York City. Bertrand had tasked him with finding a wealthy American socialite who may be willing to sponsor herself in the season. It was a long shot, but Bertrand was desperate. Nothing seemed too farfetched at this point.

House Beaumont could not afford to sponsor anyone; however, every house who entered a suitor received a stipend to cover expenses such as clothing, food, and transportation. The House with the winning suitor received press coverage and a check to be split with the suitor.

Bertrand needed a winning suitor.

But the noblewomen of Cordonia did not need House Beaumont; they had their own houses, and no need to come out of pocket. However, there was one suitor who was entering the season who came from a minor noble house. A suitor whose name was unknown despite her mother having strong ties to Cordonia.

A suitor who had money, and lots of it.

Lady Hana Lee of Shanghai.

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[giranswife]

Info: Just a quick little mini fic I wrote, because I can’t get enough of this man and his sweetness. I needed more fics of him and Ash being sweet together after she needed a little bit of cheering up during a not so good day.

W: self-insert x canon, fluff, slightly suggestive

There were soft mewls, muffled by the feeling of his lips against hers. It felt so warm being wrapped in his arms, underneath the soft sheets. Just the perfect way to turn her day around, melting into his arms as soon as he pulled her closer. All she wanted to do was continue kissing him, needing this like she needed the oxygen in her lungs. Just the mere thought of having to pull away felt wrong, like she would be missing a piece of herself. And all that she wanted was to keep him here for as long as she could.

Ash hadn’t been feeling the best today, her mood having been ruined a couple of times to make for an all around shitty day. Even though on paper it seemed uneventful, to her inside her mind it was a culmination of things that became too much for her. After getting into a mild fight with Dabi at the hideout, she wasn’t feeling her usual self and came home to hopefully relax a bit with her husband. Which only led to her being disappointed when she saw the note he had left for her saying how he had to be out for a few last minute meetings.

This was what caused her rather upset text that she sent him before burrowing her way into bed, throwing the covers over her and hiding away from the world for a little while. It wasn’t uncommon for her to hide out on her bad days, but this one was particularly bad enough that she really missed Giran terribly. Not having him here just made the entire house feel empty, and she realized very quickly how wrong it felt not to have him. It made her just feel wrong inside. He was her safe space and her comfort, and she really didn’t like being without him.

There’s a way that she texts that Giran can tell right off the bat that something isn’t right. Even before she had sent the text about her not feeling well, he knew that she was feeling pretty off today earlier in the day. She wasn’t as lively in her messages, responding rather curtly and even going so far as to forget to respond at times. Having known her for as long as he has, it’s easy to tell whenever something has her bothered. Today just happened to be one of those days.

He just so happened to have some last minute phone calls, having to push up some meetings that weren’t too big of a deal in the moment. But in hindsight, it was not working in his favor whenever he received the text from her whenever he was still out. If he hadn’t had so long in between, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to pay her a visit. Which was a little happier for that, knowing that it would bother him all day knowing that his wife was home alone upset like this.

Whenever he got home, he saw the lump in the bed that he knew was his wife, watching it stir upon hearing him enter. All she did was open up the blanket a little, allowing for him to peak inside and get a small look at her from underneath. Her skin was fairly pale, and she had hair sticking to her face that she had to pat down to look at least a little presentable. With a huff, she held out an arm for him to grab, letting him settle beside her and pull her into him sweetly.

Giran held her tight against himself, he gently rubbed against her back and let her bury her head into the crook of his neck. The minute that she finally settled there, her muscles slowly relaxed and she finally felt more at peace than she had since she came home. It almost made her a little emotional, but she had honestly let loose earlier whenever she first got home. She had really nothing left but wanting to get lost in the warmth of her husband. The smell of him was all that she wanted to know for the next few minutes of her existence.

There were hushed whispers from him to her, running his fingers through her hair and hearing the low mumbling as a response. All he could do was chuckle, kissing the top of her head and letting her nuzzle herself more against him.

“Ya wanna talk about it, Princess?” He asked, continuing to pet her head as he spoke softly.

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around him tighter and huffing against the material of his clothes.

There wasn’t a lot of time for talking, and she knew that pretty well. She wanted to enjoy this moment with him as long as she could, and he figured that as much whenever she had buried herself deeper. With a tighter hold on her, he continued to listen to the soft breathing from her that was a bit muffled. Her tail ever so slightly twitching every so often with content.

 For the first couple of minutes she laid still, only a few times wiggling a bit in his arms. He kept a little bit of an eye on how much time had passed, but right now he didn’t really care. All he wanted was to make sure that his wife was well taken care of. Everything else could wait, because she was the most important thing. And as long as he felt like she needed it, he would be here.

He kissed the top of her head a few times, feeling the shift of her between his arms once again. This time she peeked her head out from under the blanket, and he was able to see the redness around her face. It was starting to fade a bit, though a little bit had lingered most likely from the stuffy confines of the blanket. He rubbed his thumb against her cheekbone, trailing his eyes across her face and watching her adjust a bit.

“I missed ya, Beautiful,” He said in a sweet tone, smiling a bit and hoping that it would invoke the same.

Luckily for him, it was easy to tell how weak she was for attention at this current moment, because she gave a soft giggle through a pursed lip smile. Knowing that he can still make her smile was good enough, and he leaned forward to give her a soft kiss on the cheek. There was a moment where he lingered, feeling her hold on a little tighter and sigh deeply. The feeling was nice and warm, and she didn’t want to leave it no matter how hard that she tried.

She watched him pull back a bit, still brushing her hair back and tickling her skin in such a way that made her giggle. Slowly turning the tides of her emotions, she felt the smile finally being a little less harder to put on. Just by being next to him was enough to make her feel a hell of a lot better, and she just wanted to get more of it as time would allow. Which is why she grasped the front of his shirt, giving a tug and pressing her lips against his.

There was a smile curling on her lips, sliding her hands through his hair and letting her lips lazily press against his. Nothing too much at first, but just enough to feel him against her and get the feeling that she had been dreaming about all day. Which, knowing them, doesn’t end at just one. Even though they can certainly try, there was always too much between them to ever be contained with just one touch or one kiss.

A string of giggles left her lips, muffled by his own as she was pressed onto her back. Her leg wrapped around him, holding tighter against her as she kissed him deeper. It was relaxing and intoxicating feeling his hands all over her skin, grasping her leg and following the movements. He was enjoying the sounds that she made, disconnecting from her lips just long enough to kiss against her jawline and towards her neck. With a softness that left her melting underneath him, letting her nails gently scrape against the material of his shirt.

He continued the treatment on the junction of her neck and shoulder, listening to the giggles turn into louder yips. There was a smirk against her skin, continuing the treatment until she was digging her claws a little too deep. Leaving the spot, he trailed back up along her neck and left one last kiss on the side of her face, right below her earlobe. Ash sighed heavily, losing her breath from the laughter as he lifted his head to look at her again.

“Th...Thank you, baby,” She said with a huff, though there was a smile glued to her face.

He kissed her nose in response, pressing his forehead against hers in such a way that made her heart flutter.

There was another giggle, her body relaxing underneath his and closing her eyes a bit. Just focusing on the way that he felt, letting her heart hammer against her chest like it always did whenever he was near. There was never a moment whenever she didn’t feel such immense love for him, feeling so lucky and blessed to have him. The fact that he took time out of his busy schedule to come here to see her, it made her feel more loved and special.

She really did have herself a keeper.

A few more soft minutes passed, her smile radiating as she pecked his lips ever so softly every so often. It was too tempting, enjoying the feeling and the taste of him. Which he wasn’t going to object to that, smirking and whispering rather teasingly sweet things to her each time. Her giggle was consistent, a constant blush spread across her face. It was more than beautiful for him to see, and he was happy to know that she was feeling much better by the looks of it.

The kisses that started off quick, slowly began to shift to a lot longer and more intense. It was a slow shift, but one that she was entirely used to at this point. There was a flutter to her eyelids, melting once again into his arms and parting her lips to get a taste of his tongue with a low groan. It didn’t take long for her to nestle even further on her back, trapping him in between her and wrapping her arms around his neck to get a better hold.

Ash hummed happily deep within her chest, feeling the warmth of his hand rubbing along the outside of her thigh. There probably wasn’t that much time left now, but neither of them were too worried about that in the moment. She was giggling more and more, feeling the heat growing on her face with every passing moment.

“Are you sure you have to go?” She asked, a little bit of a whine at the end of her sentence.

That was the first time that she had even brought it up, calling attention to the rather upsetting fact that this wasn’t going to last forever. Giran chuckled a bit, continuing to kiss her softly and rub her side a bit with his opposite hand. He didn’t want to leave her, of course. The longer that he spent wrapped up in her, the more that he just wanted to forget about everything else and continue kissing her.

“Sorry, baby girl, but-” He spoke in between kisses, “I have another meeting to get to.”

“But I don’t want you to gooo.”

“Trust me… I don’t want to go either.”

There was a groan to his voice, a smirk slipping onto his lips just as she giggled loudly. The sound was more than enough to send her heart racing, and other parts of her body pushing over the edge. She bit her bottom lip as he disconnected for a moment, getting a good look at her face. The blush was much brighter now, framing her face in such a way that looked extremely cute from his perspective. Making it harder and harder for him to pull away from her.

With her hand caressing the side of his face, she continued to bite her lip in a teasing way and trail her fingers across his chin and lips. There was a sparkle of playfulness in her eyes, and she let out a rather loud giggle whenever his fingers pressed into a sensitive part of her lower back. It turned a rather heated moment into a soft one, with her small amount of thrashing trying to get away from his finger that pressed even deeper into the ticklish spot.

“You fucking… asshole!” She shouted, trying to push him off with a laugh still rumbling from her chest.

He chuckled softly, drifting his fingers a little bit more upwards before he finally let the treatment go.

The smug smirk on his face was one that she wanted desperately to remove, glaring at him while she continued to get the rest of her laughter out and wrestle a bit underneath him. Even though he wasn’t going to allow her to be freed, he did stop the treatment just enough to give her some breathing room. It was clear that he just wanted to surprise the hell out of her and see her smile before he had to leave.

“That was not fucking fair,” She mumbled, though there was still a smile, “You’re such a fucking ass.”

“Just wanted to see that beautiful smile of yours, Princess.”

Ash rolled her eyes, shoving him off of her and pulling herself to sit up a bit on the bed.

Though, the man didn’t let her go very far, grasping her by the waist and holding her still next to him. She huffed through her nostrils, but allowed him to grab her and pull her into him. There was a moment of silence between them as she tried to catch her breath, leaning into him and not protesting whenever he covered her face in a few kisses. It was honestly cute to feel him all over her like this, not wasting a second to make her feel loved.

“I really do have to go, Baby girl,” He spoke into her ear, kissing her neck once again, “As much as it hurts me, can’t miss it.”

“Don’t worry about it, baby. You go ahead, I’ll be okay.”

“Ya sure?”

She nodded, pressing her palm against the side of his face and smiling warmly.

It was incredibly sweet how much he cared about her, genuinely searching her face to make sure that she wasn’t just saying it for the sake of it. Which, she wasn’t by any means, because he had made her feel better. Just having these extra few minutes with him really started to turn her day around. They didn’t even have to speak a word for her to feel a bit happier and just genuinely more excited to continue the day. Even if it was almost over, technically.

“I’m feeling a lot better… I promise,” She said, “Thanks for coming home for a little while.”

“‘Course, Princess. Wasn’t about to leave ya here all alone.”

Reaching up, he touched the bottom of her chin and gave a small little tap to her side with his opposite hand. He got her up just a little bit to squeeze his way out from her grasp, giving a small ruffle to her hair as he passed. There was a lot more that he had planned to do, but it seemed like time wasn’t really on their side. Not that he couldn’t continue this once he came home with a lot more time to spend with his lovely wife.

With one last kiss to her forehead, he grabbed his coat that he had left on the edge of the bed and slid it back on. Ash relaxed herself back into bed, pulling the covers onto her and reaching for the remote to keep herself occupied while he was gone. Knowing that there wasn’t much that she wanted to do, but feeling a lot better than she had previously.

“I’ll grab dinner for us on the way home, sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds great, baby.”

She smiled, blowing him a quick kiss and telling him that she loved him in that same sweet voice that kills him every time.

There was a giggle that escaped once more, feeling him ruffling her hair before he finally left knowing that the quicker that he did so, the faster he’d return home to her. It was hard as hell for him to go, but there was a feeling of contentment knowing that she wasn’t so upset anymore. He was able to leave her behind, with just a little bit of anticipation for being back home with her in his arms soon enough.

[ravens-rambling]

The Demon and Angel (Pt 9)

Masterpost

Summary: It happened during one rainy day the two met. One half-demon who was hiding from the world, who just wanted to survive, and one kind human who lend him a hand. Despite their differences, they want to learn from each other and maybe fall in love in the process.

WC: 1,919

ships: Romantic Moxiety, Romantic Logince, Platonic LAMP, Family Logicality

warnings: Mention of Panic attacks, Dissociation, Crying, Mentions of scars, 

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“Well, I wanna make sure! Kiddo?” Virgil could hear scuffling about but he only dug his face in the clothes. Then he heard the stranger’s voices being turned off.

“It appears that he was watching TV. And the news… Patton, do you think?”

“Oh dear… Did he saw it?”

“He might’ve. It would’ve upset him if he did-”

“Kiddo? Kiddo, where are you? Come on out, please,” Patton’s worried voice cut off Logan’s. He was shouting a bit now and Virgil could hear more scuffling. Then his voice was coming closer while he heard doors being open and the sound of footsteps.

“Kiddo? We promise we won’t hurt you. If you saw what we think you saw on the news we promise we aren’t going to hurt you alright? We just wanna help.” Slowly the voice got closer and closer. Then Patton's door was opened. Virgil had to suppress a whimper as he heard Patton get closer putting a hand over his mouth. But what made him yelp was the sudden bark of Zoe right outside his door.

The yelp, it seemed, was loud enough to draw Patton’s attention for his voice grew even more concerned and now he could hear Logan’s right outside the small room.

“Virgil? Are you okay?” Then a knock and he couldn’t help but make another whimper through his hand. He kept shaking his head over and over.

“Do you need some assistance, Virgil? Can we come in?”

Logan's voice. If he says no will they get upset? Course they will, why would he lie.

So with a shaky breath, he responded, “Y-Yes…”

Then the door opened and he blinked as the light poured in. Blinking against it he saw the worried looks of both Patton and Logan looking down at him. Then Patton kneeling down and giving him a gentle smile. Zoe was in front of them giving him a sad look. There was enough room for in case he needed to bolt, he noticed.

“Hey, what ya doing in here, kiddo?”

“Why are you buried in Patton’s clothes? And crying? Are you in distress? If this is about what you saw we can guarantee you that we won’t harm you.”

“Your crying? Oh, sweetheart. Come here,” Patton’s arms then slowly opened exposing his chest and Virgil flinched away shrinking more into the clothes and darkness.

“What’s wrong? Don’t want a hug? That’s perfectly fine if you don’t, hun.”

“H-Hug…? What’s… W-Whats a..h-hug?” He breathed out.

Both of the humans' faces seemed to crack at his words. Both of them wore faces of heartbreak. Patton appeared ready to cry. And Virgil only shifted more into the clothes feeling discomfort at the looks.

“A hug, Virgil. Is something someone gives another in order to comfort them. There are many benefits to a hug. One of them is that it can boost Oxytocin levels, which can soothe feelings such as distress or loneliness.” Logan explained with a small smile.

“Yeah! I wanna make you feel better, kiddo, that’s all. I’ve been told I’m a good hugger. But you can say no, sweetie.”

Virgil chewed his lip nervously, they might say that for now but he knows they don’t truly mean it. He stared at them for a moment pondering his chances. This…hug thing didn’t look painful at least…

Slowly he nodded poking his body out of the clothes but readying his body in case he needs to dart away.

Logan lay a hand on Patton’s back and seemed to gently nudge him forward. That seemed to be an indicator for Patton as he leaned forward slowly. He didn’t stop having his arms open which seemed weird. Incredibly slowly, and with plenty of space for him to run if needed, Patton came forward and wrapped his arms gently around his torso. His chest pressed up against his own.

Virgil sucked in a harsh breath. Immediately his instincts and brain told him to run. Run while he still had the chance. Run before something bad happens.

But a part of him wanted to stay. A part of him liked the feeling of this. A part of him felt…better almost being in Patton’s arms like this.

His body was shaking before he even notices, however, despite the nice feelings. He couldn’t seem to move nor, breathe right now. It appears that his body was stiff to the core.

“Patton. Patton, I think that’s enough. I think you're overwhelming him.”

“Oh, oh dear. I’m sorry,” Then those arms left him. The warmth left his body and he harshly sucked in a breath. Tears were coming down his cheeks before he even realized it. “Your okay, kiddo?”

Okay….? Was he okay?

No. No, he wasn’t.

As if in a trance he felt his head shaking. He felt his body curling up into a ball. He felt himself shaking and going into the corner of the small room. Even his body rocking side to side and his hands reaching his arms, rubbing it. He could hear voices but they sounded like they were coming from underwater. Was he even breathing? He had no idea.

That’s when he felt something. Something soft. It brushed up against his leg, then his hand, then up to his face and cheek. It was the cloud from earlier. Instinctively he leaned into that cloud, feeling better from its touch. It wasn’t a harsh warmth like those human touches. No, it was gentle. It was soothing. It was..fluffy…

Then he finally blinked once. Then twice. Gradually he could see fur on his right cheek. Then dark eyes giving him a worried look. Zoe…

He lifted up a hand towards the fur breathing coming back ever so slowly. Suddenly he felt something wet against his fingers and squeaked drawing his hand back a bit. But he watched as Zoe licked his fingers feeling the sensation weird but not…bad… It made him feel more…alive in a way. That he wasn’t floating. More present.

Zoe, then, stopped and stared at him again. Gulping he laid a hand on her head and took in slow breaths while he moved his hand about. Feeling more calmer now he smiled gently at her not really knowing what to do but she didn’t seem not to like it so he continued.

“You're with us, hun?”

Virgil jumped a bit turning to face them. They both looked on in deep worry and he gulped. He very much completely forgot they were even there.

“Y-Yeah… S-Sorry…”

“There’s no need to apologize. You obviously aren’t used to being touched. That was my mistake, I should’ve figured that you’ll react badly. I wasn’t thinking, I should apologize not you. You experienced dissociation which is understandable. I do believe petting Zoe is calming you?” Logan inquired. And Virgil gulped yet again and nodded, “Y-Yeah… I… I guess, yeah… Dis… Dissociation?”

“It’s the mental process of being disconnected from reality or one's thoughts. It’s often a response to trauma or experience of sensory overload. Its most noticeable in health conditions like Autism, PTSD, ADHD, among others.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of if you're worried about that. I’m sorry too, hun.”

As they talked Virgil started rubbing his arms yet again, that same tingling feeling from this morning returning. But he did keep one hand on Zoe’s head. He took a moment to process it, well that explains it. He’s never had somebody touch him in a way that was pleasant or in a way that…hug was. Though he didn’t understand a lot of those words he did get some, and it was enough.

“Virgil?” Patton’s voice spoke up.

“O-Oh… Yeah... I… U-Uh…” He took a shaky breath, “Why… Why do you care…? I mean…if I’m ashamed or not… Why did you…h-hug me..?”

“Well, I hugged you cause I wanted you to feel better. It might’ve upset you to see yourself on the news so I thought a hug will make you better. As for why I care if your ashamed or not, well I know some kids who felt ashamed that they had a panic attack or dissociation. I wanted to make sure you didn’t feel that way, is all.” Patton said with a smile.

Virgil stared at both of them. Logan's inquisitive stare. Patton’s small smile with a bit of sadness in his eyes. A spark of…something started in his chest and he didn’t know what it was. So he buried his face in Zoe’s fur and nodded.

“I don’t… I don’t know why…y-you care…about me… Y-You two are going to put me b-back there aren’t you?”

“The asylum? No, no, we aren’t. We…” Patton took a deep breath and when Virgil peeked out he saw the two humans sharing some sort of glance. He could tell some sort of silent conversation was going on but he couldn’t tell what they were saying.

“Kiddo… We aren’t putting you back there cause… We can obviously tell those people weren’t treating you right. Between you running away yesterday to you panicking anytime one of us touches you. And to your scared tone on everything you say…”

“And your scars. Yes, they aren’t as visible as they should be, but I can see them. And some of them are still fresh.”

Virgil sucked in a breath and tried to wrap his wing around himself to hide it. Crap, he thought his glamour could hide that well enough. Well, they have been awfully close to him its harder to mask it from up close.

“When you told me your name I did thought we should take you in, if I’m being honest.” Patton breathed, “But after seeing how scared you always are… No, no we won’t take you back. Cause we care about you, sweetie. We…don't really have an explanation on why we do but we do. We promise we won’t hurt you here. We won’t ever hurt you, no matter what, alright? I know you properly don’t believe us but that’s alright. Eventually, you will. Take your time, okay?”

There was silence while Virgil ponders over this. They…aren’t giving him back? But…why in heavens would they do that? Why would they even care about him at all, definitely enough to say all of this to him? He didn’t get it at all. None of his conclusions made sense. None of his thoughts made sense.

“O-Okay… Thank… Thank y-you…” He found himself saying, nonetheless.

“Of course. There’s no need to thank us, Virgil. Would you like to come to the living room with us? We could-”

“Oh! We could watch some movies? Would you like that, sweetheart?” Patton interjected, his beaming smile back.

“Y-Yeah… That sounds…g-good… Is uh… Is Zoe coming…?”

“Yep! If you want her to!” Slowly both of the males got up leaving plenty of room for him to and he smiled tightly. It took him a moment to get untangled from the pile of clothes but once he managed and took a step out he saw Patton there waiting at the door with a smile.

“Come along, kiddo. We can make some popcorn if you want?” He said offering his hand out like before.

Virgil was able to make a small noise not leaving his hand off of Zoe and hesitantly he slowly hovered his hand around one of his fingers. Patton was as calm as ever as he took his time, not rushing him and kept smiling. Then when his hand was around Patton’s index finger he felt the warmth spread through his arm. And he smiled faintly.

[silvensei]

In This Mad Machinery

A human and an android swap bodies, resulting in identity crises, existentialism, philosophy with the boys, and fun!

Detroit: Become Human | gen | 20k | rated T | introspective comedy/sci-fi

Chapter 4 (2k words) | [AO3 link] | [first] | < prev | next >

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“And you’re sure Markus will be okay with…y’know, all this? Like it won’t freak him out if I just walk up to him as not you?”

“He is a leader for a reason: he’s reasonable.”

“Mm. Good reason.”

“Just explain it to him from the beginning. Offer to share the day’s memories if that’ll be easier—oh!” Connor shifted in the driver’s seat to fully face his partner and held up a hand. “Not a memory transfer! That’s a different process altogether. That’s what we did to switch. Markus technically is part of the same prototype series as me, so it might prompt for a complete memory transfer—don’t do that one!”

“I got it, Mom: Don’t accidentally kill myself.” Hank shut the door, leaning his forearms on the open window. “As for you, just lay low. You can tell Jeffrey that you’re you if you want, he’s probably heard worse from me before, but maybe don’t let it get out into the whole precinct. Not only would CyberLife get snippy about their secret plans leaking too much, but can you imagine the hell Gavin would raise? Christ.”

Connor paused. “I’m not sure if I can, but I’m sure he would be troublesome.”

Hank laughed. He had heard Connor laugh before, on very rare occasions, but he didn’t think it ever sounded this relaxed and easy. It really gave his rough voice an amicable quality. “Swing back here when you’re done? Or call if it’s more than an hour?”

“Can do, Lieutenant.”

He stepped away from the car as Connor shifted out of park. “Careful with the wheels,” he called before starting down the driveway toward the Manfred house.

In the corner of his vision, the external temperature reading increased to 67.7°F (19.8°C). Focusing on the readout expanded the widget: RH 58.1%, Precip. 12%, Wind 3 mph NW, Sunset 8:52 PM, Moon Phase—

He looked away. It was still there—being a heads-up display and all—but the gesture dismissed the weather. Who could possibly need that much information. No one. It’s been bombarding him from all sides with random facts and figures and updates ever since he woke up like this a couple hours ago (2 hr 32 m 57 s). No wonder Connor was such a know-it-all: his programming forced him to be. Hank slowed his stroll. What was Connor going through right now, free of his encyclopedia of trivia for the first time in his life? Hopefully not lost and unsure and uninformed. God, he hoped not.

He shook his head, quite literally to get his damn android brain to stop calculating the chances that his best friend was having an identity crisis or existential crisis or any number of other crises. Instead he thought about how his shoulders didn’t ache when he did that. His knees didn’t have that familiar creaking he’d grown so accustomed to, either. In fact, besides the pressure on the soles of his feet to keep him grounded and the near-imperceptible brush of fabric and sunlight against his skin, he didn’t feel much of anything. Thinking about his current body only brought up biocomponent specs and functionality reports (100% - Fully functional).

“Fucking-A…,” Hank muttered, noting once again he didn’t sound like himself. Being stuck in an android could be likened to sensory deprivation and informational oversaturation at the same time. If he dwelled on it too long, it’d drive him insane.

Something pinged him as he approached the door, and the door clicked open. “Welcome, RK800.”

Hank stepped into the foyer, marveling at its grandeur. It was a veritable mansion when compared with his single-story shack. It probably was a mansion. He wondered if Sumo would like living here, with the marble and the high ceilings. Maybe in the summer. The stone would keep him nice and cool. Air probably circulated well in here, too. Although the zebra rug didn’t look terribly comfortable

The double doors across from him slid open. Strolling in in an asymmetrical tee and jeans, Markus slipped a paint brush into the pocket of the smock tied at his waist. “Connor!” he called with a grin, wiping off some paint from his hands. “I thought you’d never take up my offer to stop on by!”

Hank returned the grin. He’d have to pass that comment on to Connor. “Hey, Markus.”

The android caught him in a brief hug before stepping back. “So what’s up? Care for a painting lesson?”

“Thanks, but not right now. Just have some…neat info we thought you would enjoy.”

“Oh, really?” He crossed his arms. “‘We’ as in you and the lieutenant? Isn’t sharing DPD intel kind of illegal?”

“Not exactly. I mean, yeah, but it’s not DPD.” Hank took a breath (UNNECESSARY; temperature nominal) and rocked on his feet. “We got an email from CyberLife this morning about some quack idea to define sentience. They wanted to see what would happen if they threw souls around, human and android alike.”

Markus scoffed. “Sounds a bit pompous. What makes them think they can even do that?”

Hank cocked his head and held open his arms. “They already have.”

Markus raised an eyebrow. He shifted his weight, looking the other over. “Connor…?” he asked slowly.

“Not at the moment. Hank Anderson.”

A half smile completed the look of surprise. “A human in an android body? And Connor is…?”

“Heading to the precinct. They called me in for something and he’s, well, me for the day.”

“Huh. You’re right, this is interesting. Temporary?”

“Yeah—here, Connor suggested I just…show you his memory—our memory—of today.”

“Sure, yeah.” Markus held out his hand. At Hank’s hesitation, he finally let out the chuckle he was holding back. “If you can figure out how to do it, that is?”

“Great, another snarky robot on my hands,” Hank grumbled, grabbing his hand. Markus caught another laugh and shifted his grip to his forearm instead. Their skin shied away from their touch, and the connection pinged his system. [RK200 #684 842 971] connected.

File copy requested: [Visuals; Audio] {-04:00:00.0}:{00:00.0}

Accept             Deny

The notification took up his vision in an instant. It didn’t say anything about a memory transfer like Connor warned, so he figured it would do. Just thinking about accepting the prompt completed the request, and the past four hours from his chassis’ perspective played back at breakneck speed. From Connor petting Sumo and reading a book exactly four hours ago to Hank’s latest quip, it all sped by, too fast to comprehend and yet with every detail intact and evident. He reeled, flinging his arm back.

He blinked rapidly. The only sign of the event was the text (Copy complete) fading from his vision. Markus, on the other hand, dropped his hand to his hip, unfazed. “Mimicking a nexus connection by adjusting and enhancing the brain’s natural electric field to induce a complete data transfer,” he mused. “That is genius! It doesn’t prove anything spiritual, that’ll require much more philosophical debate into the depth and scope of AI, but it certainly doesn’t disprove anything either.”

“How can you understand all that so fast?” Hank asked candidly.

Markus smiled. “Years of practice.” He untied his smock and beckoned him towards the door. “Why don’t we continue this in the den?”

The doors slid open into an absolutely spacious sitting room. As if the zebra pelt on the foyer floor wasn’t excessively extravagant enough, the first thing Hank saw was a giraffe in the corner, probably real, definitely stuffed. (Analysis: TAXIDERMY, est 16yr) He had to stop from rolling his eyes at its ostentatiousness. “Ritzy place ya got here,” he commented, hoping Connor’s voice defaulted to conversationally neutral.

“Yes. Carl doesn’t particularly like it either.” Damn. “However, the media seems to dote on and worry about an elderly millionaire more when they live a modest, humble life than when they look the part.” He gestured to one of the couches in the center of the room. “Please.”

“Y’know, based on news reports and the whole ‘led a revolution’ thing, you’re not exactly what I expected.” The couches were bright cherry red, fitting the theme of the room. He sank into the one closer to the door.

Markus sat across from him, crossing his legs. “Even celebrities need days off,” he pointed out. “I used to be a caretaker. That doesn’t define me anymore, and Carl has a new full-time caretaker anyway, but I still like to come check on him when I can. Get free painting tips while I’m here. But enough about me.” He folded his hands in his lap. “I’m dying to know what your day’s been like.”

“Playing shrink now? What about, just…general exposition?”

“Anything! This is unprecedented!” His eyes shone. Connor was 100% correct that Markus would be ecstatic. “All of our efforts these past months have been towards helping mankind understand androids as people, and now here you are, literally seeing things from our point of view! Walk a mile in the other’s shoes, as the proverb goes.”

“Okay….” Hank drummed his hands on his legs. His first instinct was to think back through the day, but the thought triggered another rapid memory replay. He stopped it and groaned. “It’s fuckin’ fast,” he said. “There’s a shit ton of information even without the router in my head. With it, it’s like I’m every computer at once.”

“That’s an interesting interpretation of it. Maybe a bit of an overstatement.”

He scoffed. “This android brain has involuntarily subjected me to more math in the last three hours than I have had to do in the last thirty years. Like, I don’t need a speedometer at all times, or news updates from Ghana, or access to all the fuckin’ bad memes of my youth. It’s excessive! Maybe not to you,” he added, holding out a hand, “but you’ve grown up with it…figuratively speaking.”

“That’s true.” Markus propped his chin in his palm. “I guess I’d be able to relate more to Connor’s side. I wonder how he likes being disconnected from the network.”

“Yeah, I wonder, too….” Hank pursed his lips. “The kid seemed really shaken up as soon as the whole ‘identity’ question came into play. Seemed like he’s been thinking about it for a while, so I figured…a break from the norm might do him some good. Hell, if I’m getting so overwhelmed by android stuff, maybe he’s finally got some underwhelming peace and quiet.”

“Perhaps. I can ask him later, though; you’re here right now. How about…colors? Does the world look any different? Any sharper, mayhap?”

“Bud, this place would look like a Crayola box to anyone.” Hank took a moment to look around, ignoring the scrolling list of crayon names in his periphery. Sure, it was bright and sharp, but he was fifty-three. If he stole literally anyone’s glasses, it’d improve his vision. “Yeah, I guess it’s all in shiny 4K. Look, Markus, I’m not really a conversationalist; words never were my strong point, so I’m not sure how well I can convey this, ah…ongoing out-of-body experience.”

Markus held up his hands in surrender. “Perfectly alright, Lieutenant. With only a few hours of android life, there’s no sense sitting around talking for all of it. Why not look to some action instead?”

“Action? What’s that mean?”

He stood up with a smile. “Have you ever seen The Matrix, Mr. Anderson?”

“Snuck into a theater to see it opening week.” He pushed himself up in suit. His balance had to correct itself when he was on his feet earlier than expected, being lighter, stronger, and without a whisper of joint pain. “And yes, my friends called me that for months after. Why?”

“Well, we could always spar with some newfound kung fu, but painting has always been more my style.”

“What the fuck are you—” He stopped, remembering the scene he was referencing. His computer brain also conveniently played it back for him, too. Thanks, CyberLife. “I can just download painting? Like that?” He snapped.

“The technical skills, yes; the creativity and style, though, you’d still have to practice yourself.” He picked up his smock and held it out. “How about that lesson?”

Hank raised an eyebrow. He had never pictured himself as a painter. Or an artist of any kind. Or an android. He shrugged. “Ah, what the hell. You’re on, Picasso.”

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[agent-succubus]

(The result of watching too much Letterkenny and Stranger Things back to back)

She shouldn’t have even been on this mission in the first place.  The Statesman sure as hell didn’t want her here and with this particular mix, the feeling was very mutual.  Champ had only requested a Roanoke assist because of *vague* info stating that there might be occult activity within the terrorist compound the agency was investigating.

Succubus wasn’t cut out for spy work.  She knew that, Ale knew that, Rye knew that, hell even Vermouth knew that and she was the nicest of the Shit Show Cocktail of a team that Champ dropped Succubus in.  Why did *she* have to be the one on call today?

“What the hell are you doin’?  On your left!  Jesus, didn’t Roanoke at least teach ya to be aware on the field.  Stay behind us if you’re too nervous to shoot, kitten.”  Rye scolded, adding insult to injury with the patronizing pet name.

But Succubus had kept her mouth shut and moved to the rear of the group making a mental note to put a hex on him once they were back.  By the end of the mission though a small hex would be the least of her worries.  

There was no occult activity.  Just some old, useless symbols that the idiotic white supremacist terror cell thought brought it power.  There were, however, a lot of guns suddenly aimed at them when they made it to the main bunker.  All Succubus could focus on was how heavy the gun felt in her hands and how they weren’t rounds meant for cursed or dead things but actual bullets.  Actual bullets that left a spray of matter against the acid stained concrete wall when she landed a head shot, her first head shot since she left her life in Cryptic Revolutionists behind her.  She forgot how hard it was to stomach.

By the end of it the air was filled with smoke and the smell of iron so heavy Succubus could taste it at the back of her throat.  The team breathed a sigh of relief- until Vermouth dropped.

One of the outside guards they missed had creeped in behind them and shot Vermouth in the back, the bullet leaving an exit wound the size of a golf ball in her sternum and tearing her twill embroidered shirt in the process.  Ale put a bullet in the shooters throat as Rye and Succubus kneeled trying desperately to help.  Blood was bubbling up and pouring out of her mouth as she tried to speak clawing at both of them in a panic before her limbs finally settled and the horrible gurgle of her labored breathing ceased almost as soon as it started.  There was a moment of silence from both the team and handlers on the other side of the glasses before Ale broke it.

“Fix it.”  He said to Succubus in a voice that quivered with rage and denial.

“...what?”

“Fix.  It. You’re the freak who can do that, right?  Bring her back now.”

Succubus scoffed, “I can’t do that here.  This area isn’t cleansed, I don’t have any of my supplies for a full resurrection-”

Ale’s glasses were suddenly off and silenced before he reached down and pulled her up by the shirt bringing their faces so close she could see the blood vessels threatening to pop in his eyes, feel the sweat drip off his forehead.  Her own glasses getting thrown off in the process and crushed beneath Rye’s boot.

“You were supposed to watch the fucking back.  This is your fault!  Fix it now and bring her back or it won’t just be Statesman that loses an agent on this assignment.  I’ll make sure of it.”

He pushed her back to the floor and Succubus didn’t know what to do.  She looked to Rye hoping that maybe the stoic agent would talk some sense into his partner only to find his arms crossed, glasses in hand- also disconnected from HQ.  They were in the dark and she remembered how much of a boy’s club Statesman still was.  If they killed her now no one would question their story.  It reminded her of another group of boys her freshmen year of college and the stench of kerosene soaking into her hair and clothes.  She began to shake.

“I can’t I don’t have what I need to do it, I’m sorry Ale-”

Without hesitating Ale bent down during her pleading and picked up Vermouth’s shooter’s handgun that skidded across the floor.  The still hot muzzle pressed into the soft spot just under her ear.

“Fix her.”  His voice was still angry but Succubus could see the tears welling up and sliding down his cheeks.

She had never brought back a fatal gunshot to the chest before, especially not without some sort of soil conduit to protect her from absorbing all the death.  The area wasn’t even cleansed, still crawling with the spirits of the terrorists they had killed.  No chalk, no circle, no dirt- how could she do this without dirt?

“Ale’s lookin’ a little trigger happy, best get to movin’.”

Her nerves subsided to anger and she bit back, “You think you’re the first assholes to put a gun to my head?  You better pray this turns out peachy because if anything happens to me there will be a shitstorm coming for both of you.”

Worst case scenario she would just be indisposed for a few days, well actually no that was best case scenario, worst case scenario she’d absorb the gunshot completely and die from phantom wounds.  Neither sounded great but with the burn of the muzzle still pressing into her skin she got to work scraping off as much mud from her boots as she could and packing it into the hole in Vermouth’s sternum.  It was enough to fill the exit wound while Succubus closed her eyes, placing one hand over the gunshot and the other on Vermouth’s stomach.  Poltergeist had only ever told her about vestigial resurrection like this- crude and raw using nothing but the necromancer’s own power and even then most stories or legends that depicted it often mentioned the act as a last resort.  A sacrifice in almost all accounts.  

It was like holding onto an electric fence even as your body screams at you to let go.  

Succubus could feel the body convulse under her hands, the dirt that had been stuffed into the wound slowly developing into flesh to fill the gap, and the essence of death being absorbed into her own body.  It was much faster than traditional necromancy rites and thank goodness for that because Succubus couldn’t hold on for much longer.  Vermouth’s soul hadn’t actually gone far so when her body did finish healing and her brain began firing off again her soul slammed back in so hard it knocked all three of them flat while Vermouth shot up with a hand to her chest.

“Goodness gracious!  Y’all would not believe the dream I had, did I get knocked out?  What happened?  Whew I feel great, come on what are y’all doin’ on your butts let’s go!”

Still crying like a baby, Ale managed to scramble up and hug Vermouth until she pushed him off.  By now the glasses were back on and HQ was going insane about the black out, that only increased when Vermouth came into view and her vitals reappeared.  

“You...you brought me back?  I don’t know what to say, I mean you Roanoke gals have always kind of scared me, but...that was amazing, I feel great.  Thank you.”  Vermouth gave her a genuine smile and offered her a hand up.

Succubus took her offering and was going to give a rather cocky remark about how easy it was until her body remembered what exactly it absorbed and began forcing it back out.  The death essence coming up as thick, black bile with so much force it sent her to her knees as she vomited.  It didn’t stop.  Even when the extraction and med team finally arrived all they could do was dab the sweat off her forehead and turn her on her side while she slipped in and out of consciousness.  Succubus almost preferred the vomiting over the chest pains that followed when they made it back to HQ and although Lilith appeared trying to tell her she would be fine there was an uncharacteristic twinge of concern in her voice.

“Clementine, dearie just stay with us Cherub is going to take care of you and you’ll be right as rain.  Drake’s already got in contact with Hart and he’s on his way, we wouldn’t want to make him worry would we?”

“Lilith, I didn’t-” Succubus tried to explain but the pain got to be too much and her words disappeared into gasps.

She highly doubted there would be any kind of official disciplinary action since it was their word against hers and keeping the peace between Statesman and Roanoke had always been a rather delicate game.  Lilith would know that Succubus hadn’t gone through with the rite willingly because despite how reckless she *could* be, self sacrifice was not something she was.  And word about something like that travelled fast in Roanoke.  By the time they made it to the Roanoke med bay her body was going into toxic shock and it was getting harder to stay awake despite best efforts.  The only thing keeping her from going into total failure was the spiteful rage still boiling in her stomach and she would be damned if she was going to die without making Ale and Rye’s lives absolute hell.  

[cboogie96]

MC character profile

This is my MC character profile of my YA fantasy novel!

I’ll be posting my other character profiles after this one.

Dominique Asha

Category #1:basic stats

Birthday: July 30th

Sex: woman

Gender: a bit masculine due to being a fighter but knows she's a woman thus being a bit more feminine when she wants to be

Age:17

Race: Laperians

Laperia

Laperia is a very regal and nice place, think babylon with flying rich passionate warriors

but disconnected from her origins she executes missions with j and his horsemen in avalon

Body type:6'3, is a bit muscular not bulky just has a six pack slightly broad shoulders and strong legs, darker toned skin think dark chocolate. Long wavy kinky silver hair.

Appearance: Has a pretty face not extremely beautiful but pretty. Slightly upturned angular eyes their kinda big, full lips, one silver eye and one green eye, has a baloon shaped face. Has A wide nose and Medium sized ears.

Where is she from: she's from the royal country Laperia, but was cast away due to her immense potentional and power she was deemed a demon and was meant to be killed but instead was thrown away as a baby. She was found and raised by Kaya who traveled with J and his horsemen Seph, Draya, and Sami they're all warriors so she grew up training and fighting.

Category #2: Relationships

Family: Due to being seperated from her family at a young age she has no connection besides blood to her family.

Adoptive family: Kaya loves Dominique like her own they have a special bond that was formed at first sight. Kaya who suffered from being ostracized sympathized with Dom and gave her all the love she could give.

J: Dom adores J because of his strength even though she knows him she fan girls over him sometimes(which is hilarious). But she respects him a great deal too as he's her master and taught her how to fight.

Seph: Dom find Seph to be mysterious because all he does is train her and go off somewhere until there's either food or a mission. She doesn't get no bad vibes from him tho.

Dreya: Dom proclaimed Dreya as her rival, even though it's one sided Dreya still entertains her because Dreya has a soft spot for Dom even though she's mean to Dom. They do speak ans have a fairly decent relationship

Rain: Dom always wants to speak to rain but whenever she has time can never find her. Rain is always away doing something and only talks to J and even tho they battled many times barely talks to Seph and Dreya either. But Dom just thinks it's cause she always reports with mission that she's always away.

Category #3: the sexy stuff

Sexual orientation: pansexual(she just likes good looking strong people with good values)

What is she attracted to?

Darker skinned people around her complexion but wouldn't push someone away if they were lighter. She likes a person to have a passion for something and be compassionate. She has a thing with hair and thus always pets people, but it's not her being obnoxious cause she's tall she just likes to rub a persons head/hair(especially if its long and soft). She'd rather someone be her height but since she's taller than most people she runs into, she decided someone shorter isn't so bad. And ultimately the person has to be smart.

Sexual experience: non-existent all she's done was train and fight she's liked people she's encountered over the years but none bore anything.

Romantic experience: none

Category 4 skills

She's adept at using great swords and due to her immense strength she wields it one handed

She's also enjoys sewing and healing though she's not good at either of the two.

Occupation: she's a raider along side j, seph, dreya and kaya they raid place for cash( castles, small sections of towns,villages, maybe even an entire town if the money is right)

Hobbies: sewing, learning from people and training her swordsmanship as well as learnint new ways to fight.

Category #5 personality & character

Introvert or extrovert:

More of an ambivert doesn't mind talking to strangers or leading if no one else will. Just wouldn't necessarily rush to be the center of attention. She just likes human interaction.

Rightbrain or left brained?

Definitely right brained. Will abandon a plan if her gut tells her to. Like to fight unconventially by thinking of weird ways to move around the battle field. Very emotional and has a bitof creativity in her due to her sewing.

Strengths: Can think fairly well on the fly. Her emotions, she's very empathetic to people and things that seem or appear to be innocent because she never got the chance to be innocent. Is actually a sweetheart, also calls everyone sis. Has strong unyielding loyalty to those important to her. Doesn't sway or falter on things she puts her mind to. Loves helping others and doing anything to be of use. Has a strong sense of right and wrong.

Weaknesses: entirely too honest, stubborn to destruction. Quick to fight, has no regard to life.

Doesn't think of ways to solves problems other than fighting. Rather than sit back and strategize would rather think of how to win as she goes. Rushes things has zero patience .

Goals/dreams/aspirations:

Happened to see the queens caravan ans thought it'd be cool to be able to be in the caravan and be able to shock people when she draws her sword.

Beliefs/affiliations:

The people of avalon worship Rai who is the deity of life and prosperity, needless to say the untouchables don't believe in Rai. And where as most warriors do believe in Rai The horsemen do not because they all were poor or subjected to harsh realities at some point I'm their lives.

Fears: Fears losing those around her, she already feels a sense of loneliness in the back of her mind but the only thing that's kept it down is the fact she surrounded by people she cares for. She's fears loneliness.

Insecurities: though being fairly strong she's feels weak about her skill as a fighter.

What would she die for? The people she cares for

[thestaffofgrayson]

1-100 for the unusual asks, you meme lord

Mmmmkay so I cant help being sassy but also wanna give a real answer so we gonna do this -> Anything in parenthesis is a real answer everything else is sass central station

1) Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?  Im a dank soundcloud rapper check out my soundcloud at nobodycares540.soundcloud.fuck (I dont really use any of em tbh)

2) is your room messy or clean? *glances over* clean (m e s s y)

3) what color are your eyes? All 16 of em are different colors actually (blue)

4) do you like your name? why? No because its not Jojo (Yes!!! Love the name Perrin gonna be honest)

5) what is your relationship status? *sets status to its complicated* you could say im a bit of a player (deathly single)

6) describe your personality in 3 words or less? Im sorry who? (Described meme lord)

7) what color hair do you have? Minecraft Steve Brown (Ver Ver Pink)

8) what kind of car do you drive? color? No I run like sonic next question (nope fuck driving fuck boulder)

9) where do you shop? Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh (For what Next question)

10) how would you describe your style? Goku Black cosplay (Goku Black cosplay)

11) favorite social media account? The one with the Z U C C (Tumblr fuck snapchat)

12) what size bed do you have?  Uuuummmmmmm my size OBVIOUSLY next questions (Dont know tbh queen maybe?)

13) any siblings? Little shit brother (thats not even a joke)

14) if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?  Why this world fuck you what about mars (uuuuhhhhhh no idea gonna be honest)

15) favorite snapchat filter? Oh man! Love this one altho its not well known what ya gotta do is hit the delete button and when it asks if youre sure say yes :D (they change so often I dont pay attention)

16) favorite makeup brand(s)? Whatever it is Genji uses as eyeliner (dooont wear makeup)

17) how many times a week do you shower? I get clean by rolling around in the snow so maybe like 3 times a year (depends usually once a day with exceptions)

18) favorite tv show? I dont watch tv I AM the tv (The Office or if its Anime then Jojos Bizarre Adventure)

19) shoe size? M Y   S I Z E (size 10)

20) how tall are you?  hOWs ThE wEaTHEr dOwnTHeRe (5′9 - 5′11 somewhere in there)

21) sandals or sneakers? Gadget Shoes (legit those are cool but sneakers)

22) do you go to the gym? I think theeessseeee muscles speak for themselves (nope but I do martial arts)

23) describe your dream date  Killing all mortals and achieving a state beyond that of a god (iiiii dont know I dont really see myself going on a date)

24) how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? Why do YOU wanna know (no really why tho)

25) what color socks are you wearing? Well I’m at home on the sofa playing sonic the hedgehog and typing up responses to an ask on tumblr that about 5 people are gonna see. That being said, Dragon Ball orange. (not wearing em but I have a fuzzy pair of polar bear socks my friend Ana sent me that I love!)

26) how many pillows do you sleep with? Wait what do you mean not everyone sleeps with 25 pillows are they mad? (One for my head, one on each side, smol pillow, pillow pet)

27) do you have a job? what do you do? I am assistant regional manager at a paper supply company named Dunder Mifflin. (Not currently but I’m gonna apply to Gamestop and Costco here soon)

28) how many friends do you have? Toooooooooooooo many I hate mortals (honestly I’m too lazy to try and count rn)

29) whats the worst thing you have ever done? Well I haven’t seen Mulan don’t call the cops (Iiiiiiii’m not sure I guess cheated on my Chinese final freshman year but hey I needed to pass that)

30) whats your favorite candle scent? V o i d  (I dont use candles that much and I shooouuulld)

31) 3 favorite boy names Jo[seph] Jo[estar], Jo[taro Ku]jo, Jo[nathan] Jo[estar]  (uuuuhhhh I like my name so it would be Perrin, Joji, Donovan)

32) 3 favorite girl names Jolyne Kujo there is no 2 and 3 (Jolyne yes I know but I actually really like the name, Perrin is also a girls name so, Milly)

33) favorite actor? Shrek from Shrek the musical (Robert Downey Jr and Chris pratt)

34) favorite actress? Taylor after she sasses me and acts like nothing happened (Millie Bobby Brown)

35) who is your celebrity crush? McCree (Matt Mercer)

36) favorite movie? UM IS THIS A QUESTION LIKE??? OBVIOUSLY THE SHREK AND BEE MOVIE CROSS OVER SHREK B: HONEY AND SWAMPS (I LOVED Black Panther and Thor Ragnarok but Secret Life of Walter Mitty’s stuck with me for a loooong time)

37) do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I don’t read cuz I’m not a NERD (I mean actual books I don’t ask me about it another time but comics I sure do I love the Marvel Civil War storyline)

38) money or brains? They say Money can’t buy happiness but it can buy me more games! Eat that SUCKERS (Honestly brains because then you can be smart which can make you a lot of money. So many more benefits)

39) do you have a nickname? what is it? Perriushium, destroyer of life and bringer of the new age (Pey given to me by my brother when he was still a baby and couldn’t say my name)

40) how many times have you been to the hospital? Enough to be immune to every disease known to man NOW IM UNSTOPABLE MWAHAHA (none for any of my own conditions or injuries but for family stuff about twice)

41) top 10 favorite songs All Star, All Star, All Star, Chum Drum Bedrum, All Star, All Star, All Star, Never gonna give you up, All Star, All Star (Bloody Stream, Sono Chi no Sadame, Flying Battery Zone, Stardust Speedway, Stand Proud, Goku Black theme, Halo theme, The Apparition, Shovel Knight main theme, Hooked on a Feeling)

42) do you take any medications daily? I take a shot of cold hard whiskey when I get up (nope I dont have anything)

43) what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) The largest organ of my body I’ll tell ya that much (I honestly dont know?? Smooth and soft I guess?)

44) what is your biggest fear? The Communists lol jk Communism is the only way (I’m not so sure on this one gonna be honest I do fear something I just cant think of it at the moment)

45) how many kids do you want? I mean I’m a 16 year old teenager in high school with no job and no relationship that being said 5 (NONE EVER NOPE 0 KIDS)

46) whats your go to hair style? Super Saiyan 3 (Idk I just kinda comb it to the left)

47) what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) All Star. Wait fuck wrong quest- (Two floor medium sized house) 

48) who is your role model?  Uuuuuuuuhhhhhh (uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh)

49) what was the last compliment you received? A like on my post we did it guys we hit one like so I’m here making this 1 like special (I was told that everytime my friend see’s my dyed hair it absolutely makes his day :D) 

50) what was the last text you sent? Yeah that’ll be $5000 for the kill nice doing business with you (Maaaannny pictures of Genji Shimada)

51) how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? WHAT SANTA ISNT REAL????!!!!!?!?!?! (It kinda faded over the years my last strands of belief were gone by 12)

52) what is your dream car? Odie’s car from Garfield Kart (The Mach 5 from speed racer there’s a street legal car look it up)

53) opinion on smoking? Jotaro does it so I do it too (PSA: Smoking doesn’t make you cool or look cool you’re just killng your lungs. I won’t try and make you stop as long as you’re aware I don’t want you smoking around me and you understand the consequences)

54) do you go to college? After that SAT I meeeaaaaannnn McDonalds might be hiring (I’m still in High School but I want to)

55) what is your dream job? To stand in a corner for 8 hours with a lamp shade over my head and make a clicking sound every so often (I would like to be able to draw, animate, design and/or play games for a living. Achievement Hunter would be a fantastic job but I doubt that’s happening)

56) would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? I wanna live in a cloud In the sky and abduct people to harvest their DNA and make clones which I can fight to the death with (eh somewhere quiet and disconnected from people tbh)

57) do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? They fetch pretty high prices on eBay you’d be surprised (Nope I dont use them at all I bring my own and take my own)

58) do you have freckles? My face is a giant freckle little known fact (not really thank god I would look real bad with em)

59) do you smile for pictures? *leans in* I’m gonna let ya in on a secret kid. I wait until the photographer is just about to take the picture and then I hold a middle finger over my face to block the proper shot. Do it enough times then they’ll be payin YOU to get the picture done (I do but I only open my mouth slightly)

60) how many pictures do you have on your phone? They’re all of people I’ve killed because they showed me a stale meme dont worry about it (960 exactly and they’re all either memes, fan-art, or my cute friends)

61) have you ever peed in the woods? Ew no I don’t go outdoors thanks (Yep once on a school field trip in which we hiked to the top of a mountain it was fun)

62) do you still watch cartoons? Well I mean SOME ONE spoiled my belief in Santa earlier so I’m a bit too old for that now. I have a boring desk job thanks LAZLO (I do spongebob is really funny to me still and I LOVE the original Teen Titans)

63) do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? McWendy’s next question (I dont eat either so)

64) Favorite dipping sauce? Drip dip dip I’m boutta rip please i want to die (I dont use dipping sauce either call me a heathen all you want)

65) what do you wear to bed? Well I take off the clothes I wore for the day, take off my earring, ring, necklace, eyes, hair, 3 layers of skin, and call it a night (Pajamas mostly and sometimes sweatpants)

66) have you ever won a spelling bee? *Obligatory Bee Movie Joke* (I’ve never even heard of a spelling bee in any of the schools I’ve been to)

67) what are your hobbies? Well I like to kill all mortals #ZamasuWasRight  (I enjoy martial arts, drawing, video games, game design, and walking around my house with nothing to do)

68) can you draw? UH BOI YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ART IS UNTIL YOUVE SEEN A SHITTY JOJO DRAWING OF MINE (I mean yeah but not well)

69) do you play an instrument? Electric Triangle (Actually, I play the Violin but not super well)

70) what was the last concert you saw? SORRY WHAT I CANT HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF THE CONCERT (I’ve never been to one that seems like the opposite of fun for me personally I hate hyper loud music, people, and crowds)

71) tea or coffee? Coftea next question (tea. I don’t drink caffeine if i can help it)

72) Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? I need my sugar sonic rings (Again, Don’t drink caffeine)

73) do you want to get married? I’m already getting married. MARRIED TO THE LIFE OF CRIME THAT IS UP TOP (I mean I would like to one day)

74) what is your crush’s first and last initial? My  Self (I don’t have anyone I’m crushing on)

75) are you going to change your last name when you get married? What’s crimes last name? Smigglesworth? (If my partners last name is something with an S cuz then I can be PJS)

76) what color looks best on you? You know the color mario turns when he uses the super star? T-that (Pink and Black)

77) do you miss anyone right now? PPFFFFFT NOOOOO WHATS A FEEL *CRIES* THOSE ARENT TEARS ITS JUST SWEAT IVE ANSWERED A LOT OF QUESTIONS OKAY (I miss all my internet friends :(  *cries*)

78) do you sleep with your door open or closed? It is neither open nor closed it is in a hyper dimensional state between open and closed in which no mortal can enter or exit but also cannot be blocked from passage (clooossed because otherwise the cats are gonna kill my fish)

79) do you believe in ghosts? I mean how else would I make a long and successful career as a ghost buster (I do!)

80) what is your biggest pet peeve? My pet, Peeve! Biggest one I know! (depends on for what tbh the other day a guest speaker was talking to the class and this kid was playing music in his headphones really really loud and it pissed me off)

81) last person you called? Called what? Called them a nerd? A good bean? A meme? MAKE MORE SENSE YOU ******* **** *** ******** (Well according to my phone, the name listed is “Mom”)

82) favorite ice cream flavor? I’ll ice your cream if you’re not careful (Vanilla with chocolate syrup mixed together is hella everyone GO TRY IT)

83) regular oreos or golden oreos? The fuck is a golden oreo?? (No seriously, what the actual is a golden oreo)

84) chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? *mario invincible star song plays as I flash color and dash down rainbow road* I’ll have to think about it (rainboooowww!)

85) what shirt are you wearing? Well I…. You see… The thing is…. excuse me for one second (yeah I can’t think of sass to this one but my favorite shirt! Sonic mania that my friend Tasha bought for me and I love it!!!)

86) what is your phone background?  RYUJIN NO KEN WO KURAE!! “What do you think of this color? Is it not beautiful?” If you dont know those HOW DARE YOU LEARN THEM AND WE ARE WATCHING DRAGON BALL (Genji lock screen and Goku Black home screen)

87) are you outgoing or shy? Does THIS answer your question >:D (Outgoing when I want to be, but I’m antisocial so it’s like I CAN be outgoing and personable but it’s highly on my terms ya feel?)

88) do you like it when people play with your hair? My hair is a pride to my race the Saiyans hair is a sacred thing I will advise you not to touch it (YYYEEESSSS I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT BUT THAT HARDLY EVER HAPPENS)

89) do you like your neighbors?  …..the what? Never heard of it before is that a type of appliance? (I mean they’re chill we don’t interact a lot which I’m cool with)

90) do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? Nothin can cure this ugly face fest of spring 2018 (I use face wash when I shower which is typically right after school not sure why it matters but there ya go :V)

91) have you ever been high? “I’m high on LIFE maaaannn” -Incorrect Shaggy quotes (N o p e  never have don’t plan on it)

92) have you ever been drunk? shots ShotS SHOTS SHOTSSHOTSHOTS (nope but I will one day maybe in College years)

93) last thing you ate? The shattering realization that my friends will keep saying OWO to me every chance they get (Pancakes! asked for french toast but I loooove the breakfast food so no complaints)

94) favorite lyrics right now someBODY Once Told Me The World Is Gonna Roll Me… (The lyrics to Bloody Stream dude it’s a  g r e a t  op)

95) summer or winter? Sorry I’m on Mars weather its ZXAR right now (eeehhhh winter cuz then I have an excuse to be inside and it’s also the ski season)

96) day or night? I am the darkness. I am the night. I am BATMAN (Night honestly I’m a fan of the darkness)

97) dark, milk, or white chocolate? Plllleeeeaaase its like asking if you’re heart is pure of evil or not. Dark Chocolate is a sin (Milk chocolate is the best chocolate fight me on that)

98) favorite month? See, some may argue for their birthday months, christmas, new beginnings to the year, but I say there’s only ONE spooky time :3 (Altho I’m one of the fools that’s gonna have to go with March because it usually has my favorite kind of weather for where I live)

99) what is your zodiac sign  I refuse to go by Zodiac signs until Ted Cruz is proven to be the Zodiac Kill————–”OLD MEME ALERT THIS IS THE MEME POLICE”   “I AINT GOIN BACK TO JAIL”  (Cancer! I wear a necklace of my sign all the time fun fact for ya)

100) who was the last person you cried in front of?  Me after writing all these (Don’t know actually I try not to cry in front of people ever)

[undertaleimaginationland]

UT! Sans x Reader (Do You Remember?)

Just a cute little drabble I thought of. Be careful, the fluff kills!

No… this can’t be happening.

One moment, Sans was holding you in his arms, caressing your soft hair and sleeping peacefully. The next thing you know, the world shifts into white noise and he wakes back in Snowdin.

He shuffles and scrambles the bed, looking underneath the sheets for any sign of life.

Any sign of you.

He draws a blank, looking around at his old, barren room. Out his window, snow falls heavily and seals his window shut tight. Dirty clothes were here and there across the floor and the self-sustaining tornado still spun strong. Of course, the damn treadmill was still there, too.

So he was really back here, huh? Left to rot with time and become worn down once more with resets galore.

Sure, he had seen his fair share of resets, but this was the first one where he had to live without you.

“SANS! WHY ARE LOOKING OMINOUSLY THROUGH THE WINDOW? I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT THE WINDOW AND THE WORLD OUTSIDE OF IT IS SAFE!” Sans’ brother voiced, peeking in the room with puppy dog sockets.

Sans sighed. Was this really the life he was destined to live? To forever stay stuck in this underground hellhole knowing of the glories above ground?

“the view is cool, bro. just like you,” Sans mused. “and this isn’t an ominous stare. it’s just my face.” He explained with a gesture to his complacent face.

Papyrus strong gaze dropped. “OH…WELL NO MATTER,” He quickly perks up as he recalls his day plans. “IT’S TIME FOR US TO GO ON PATROL, SANS! WHAT IF A HUMAN FELL DOWN RIGHT NOW AND WE DON’T EVEN KNOW ABOUT IT?!”

Sas looked from the bed to the door, disconnecting himself for a moment. “ok.”

“AND PICK UP YOUR SOCK WHILE YOU’RE AT IT!”

“ok.”

A week passes and Sans is still his secluded self, only now is it to a higher degree. He sometimes skips out on his minutely patrols and sleeps a whole lot more. Lines of exhaustion are drawn underneath his sockets. Not that he bothers to do anything that’ll tire him out, but somehow his body is reacting that way with every passing day.

Sans was napping on the job, per usual, when he got a call from Papyrus.

“BROTHER! A HUMAN! BRIDGE! YOU’RE LATE!” His brother sputters loudly through the phone before immediately hanging up.

Sans quirked a bone brow. Though he was lazy, he had never let his brother meet a human before he did first. His first instinct was to teleport his way there. What if the human had done something and that’s why Pap sounded so frantic?

The moment he zipped there though, his eye ablaze with magic, he was greeted with an odd sight.

“SANS! I CAUGHT A HUMAN AND THEY’RE VERY FRIENDLY AND…QUITE CLINGY ACTUALLY, BUT THEY’RE HUMAN, SANS! A REAL HUMAN!” Papyrus beams as he hobbles over to Sans, the human latched around their leg.

Sans amusedly grinned at the human who was now nuzzling Papyrus’ fibula. “i see that you weren’t just pulling my leg, bro,” Sans kneels down to the cuddly human. “you’re somethin’ else, hu…”

He trails off mid-sentence as the human’s eyes met his sockets. Out of shock, he stumbles.

Was it really…

Was this really you?

“(s/o)…” He whispers, unable to stop himself from touching your face. Trailing his knuckle from your cheekbone down to your chin, you feel his touch linger before he slowly pulls away. He has a forlorn look to him. You felt your cheeks heat up, and boy was it getting hot in here?

You were able to recognize that face and odd fashion sense anywhere -which was the reason why Papyrus was so easy to distinguish- and had to fight back tackling the skeleman to the ground. No, you had other plans.

“do you remember?” Sans asked, now fidgeting as you release Papyrus and stand up. He quickly scrambles to his feet, a little flustered as you saunter closer and closer.

Meanwhile, Papyrus is just really really really confused. Nonetheless, he his snacking on some popcorn and watching this novela go down.

“(s/o)…please. do you remember?” Sans whispers a little more firmly, his cheeks dusting a light blue.

You stared at him, still fighting off a smile, and leaned so close that it should’ve been considered a kiss. He doesn’t bother to move, paralyzed by some unnamed force.

“Do I remember?,” You asked, hanging the question up in the air like a dark cloud. “What about you? Do you remember?”

Sans shivered as your breath tickled his face, his blush only intensifying. You were right in his face and your lips looked a little lonely, yet he didn’t budge. “r-remember what?” He managed to reply.

Suddenly, you wrapped your arms snugly around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. He stiffened at the sudden show of affection and didn’t move for a second, until he hesitantly rested his hand above your hips. And what confused him even more was the rhythmic movements you started to make, almost as if you were-

“Do you remember the 21st night of September?” You sang softly, swaying Sans from side to side. Sans couldn’t help but smile as you sang along to one of his favorite songs. Then again, he just enjoyed hearing your voice in general.

“Love was changing the mind of pretenders While chasing the clouds away~” She twirls Sans and dips him to the ground, looking down at his awestruck expression. A big, goofy grin is on your face as you stare at his glowing white pinpricks.

Wih a sudden yank, you pull him back to you. His fingers had sneakily intertwined with yours during your little spontaneous dance session, so it was fairly easy to keep him close. “How could I forget the guy who can put down like, five bottles of ketchup, Sans?”

Sans couldn’t control himself anymore. He pressed his teeth onto her soft lips and felt at home once more.

“NYEH!?!” Papyrus exclaimed. His jaw had literally dropped.

You moved with Sans’ movements, the kiss becoming more drawn out than you expected. Uh dude, you kinda need to breathe.

You break the kiss and you two are left to just stare at each other. Just…staring. It’s not in anyway unsettling, but it sure is kind of intimate. Your quick breaths had slowed down a bit, but the kiss had still left your heart racing.

You started to giggle as you untangled one of your hands and moved it to cup his skull. Your thumb started to caressed his temple and he instantly became putty in your hands. With every loving pet, you were both reminded of the life you had previously lived. God you missed him.

“uh…,” As much as he enjoyed the attention, he quickly pushed himself away as to avoid going any further in front of his brother. Uh, like hello? Did you really forget Papyrus was riGHT THERE?! “i really missed ya, love. let’s ketchup up at grillbys. dinner’s on me.”

You nodded, walking off with your skelelover holding you lovingly to his side.

Papyrus still hung back with a slacked jaw. He had gone unnaturally silent before yelling, “I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!”

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

The Crown of Fire

“Phantom! Watch out!”

Superman catches the iron beam inches from the glowing tip of Phantom’s nose. The ghost boy jerks back, eyes wide, and mouth parting in surprise. Clark can tell he hadn’t been at all aware of the danger, and it worries him. The ghost is always hyper vigilant of his surroundings, except when he gets overconfident, and the fact that he’d been so zoned out as to miss an I-beam flying straight at his face is more than cause for concern.

Clark takes a moment to launch the beam back at a small cluster of the ‘bots surrounding them, sending the whole group crashing through a crumbling concrete wall. The robots spark and die on impact. Clark turns back to look at the ghost, scanning up and down with normal and X-ray vision to make sure he isn’t hurt anywhere. Ghost physiology is weird, and Danny has bones as often as he doesn’t, but breaks are always clear. Nothing looks obviously hurt now.

Clark puts a cautious hand on the ghost’s shoulder, forcing neon green eyes to meet his. “Phantom, are you okay?”

Danny blinks. Clark can see him struggling to focus.

 “Uh, yeah,” Phantom says, “yeah, I’m fine.”

He shrugs out from under Clark’s hand, wobbles a moment and then floats to compensate. “C’mon, let’s go kick some robot butt!”

He flies off to join Wonder Woman and Green Lantern, throwing precise bolts of ecto energy at the already-dwindling army of metal warriors.

Clark stays where he is, watching. He knows, objectively, that Phantom is already dead, has been for hundreds of years, but it’s hard to see past the fourteen-year-old face. The robots don’t pose much of a threat so much as they serve as battle fodder, a distraction; John will watch over the ghost kid for the remainder of the battle.

Clark waits as near silent footsteps approach, then he turns to look at Batman.

“He’s not alright.”

Bruce’s eyes narrow behind the mark. “No, he’s not. Come on. J’onn and I have triangulated Luthor’s signal.”

0o0o

“So, what’s with the costume change, little man? You lookin’ to send a message or you just get tired of your old digs?”

Phantom swats Flash’s hand away and turns, floating higher until he’s eye level with the speedster. The ring of Justice Leaguers standing by the Watchtower’s main console look over at the sudden calling of attention to the room’s latest elephant. Diana wanders over, eyebrows raised in open curiosity.

Danny reaches up and nervously adjusts the flaming crown hovering above his head. The fire isn’t hot, not to him, but he doesn’t want to find out if that applies to regular humans, even if they are super-enhanced.

“My coronation was last week,” he says.

“Coronation?!” Flash reels back in surprise, then flits around Phantom for a full look at the new crown. “Ya don’t say.”

“Congratulations,” Diana enthuses. Her smile sends cold, ghostly butterflies to his stomach and Danny blushes, acutely aware of everyone’s eyes on him.

“Yeah,” he says, putting his hands on his hips and projecting all the confidence he can muster, “turns out defeating the old ghost king puts you first in line to take his place.”

“This is great news, Phantom!” Diana says, taking one his hands in hers and holding tight despite the chill. It reminds him of how his mom would squeeze his hand when she knew he was nervous. He hopes it’s just a friendly congratulations thing and not a mothering thing. He thought the League was past seeing him as just a kid.

“You may finally be able to achieve acknowledgement of your people by the world’s governments!” Diana continues.

“Yeah, and get the ghosts to stop terrorizing Central,” Flash gripes.

Danny’s good mood vanishes at the reminder. He phases out of Wonder Woman’s grip, crosses his arms to dissuade her from touching him again.

“The ghosts won’t listen to me,” he says. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Then he vanishes.

Wonder Woman looks at Flash. Each seeing the other just as stunned, they turn to look at Superman. Clark shrugs. Behind him, Batman frowns.

0o0o

“Hey! Hey, kid! Kid!”

Phantom startles at the sudden hand on his wrist. He follows the leather glove up to meet the wide-eyed mask hiding Green Arrow’s identity. The man drops his hand before Danny can phase free, returning his fingers to a tight grip in his bow.

“Geeze, kid, lighten up a little; I don’t think this guy can take much more. He ain’t some super nut, he’s just a regular Joe Bank Robber. What, did he kick your ghost puppy or somethin’?”

Danny stares. Oliver will never admit how unsettled that gaze makes him; eyes like radioactive waste and too-pale features under colourless hair tinted emerald from the cold-burning fire of a floating crown. It’s creepy.

It’s also creepy how the kid (ancient kid, from what he’s heard), seems to shift from kneeling over the unfortunate robber’s body to standing without really moving.

“I stopped him, didn’t I?” the kid says.

Oliver watches him walk away, holding fast against the shiver that tickles up his spine, until the kid meets the wall of grateful bank-goers and disappears into thin air.

He looks back the body on the floor, the shallow rise and stunted fall of the man’s breathing, the blood gushing from a broken nose, the unnatural swelling of the poor bloke’s cheek and eye. He can’t help a moment of weakness, a small wince. He’s looking at overkill. Ollie had shot an arrow into the guy’s gun hand early on, he was out, and Phantom had still beat the snot out of him.

He looks to where the kid had vanished. Definitely creepy. Ollie resolves to avoid working with the ghost in the future if he can swing it. For now, he opens the comm. to the Watchtower and requests a quick pick up.

0o0o

“Nothing to serious, yet,” Batman reports. He taps a few keys on the console in front of him, brings up on the screen a recent picture of Phantom. “It started right after he got this,” he says, pointing to the flaming crown floating above the ghost’s head.

“Bollocks.”

Batman’s eyes narrow behind his mask. “What.”

“Oh, nothing! Just the bleeding Crown of Fire, ancient ghost artifact and all around pain in the arse.”

“What does it do?”

“Well, a few millennia ago it just sat there and looked pretty. But it’s spent several thousand years cooped up with a bloodthirsty tyrant after he was forced into a small box all eternity, and these ghosts, they’re all about emotions, mate. That thing’ll have absorbed a lot of rage and now it’s found an outlet in your pet ghost. You’ve got to get that thing away from him as soon as possible.”

“Tell me how.”

“If you’re lucky, you can just ask him. More likely, you’ll need to weaken him and pry it out of his cold, dead hands. I’ll look around, see if I have anything at the Mill that can help, but no promises.”

“Thanks, John.” Batman reaches to disconnect the video feed when-

“Wait, Batman-!” the screen goes abruptly black.

Batman whirls around, finds himself face to face with Phantom and a nearly identical copy. The scowl on the one wearing the crown causes Batman to tense. He leans back, tilting his chin up in silent challenge as he casually rests an elbow on the console. Consequently, his fingers hover over a sheath of batarangs in his utility belt.

“Phantom. There something you need?”

“Yeah, as a matter of fact,” the copy on the right says.

“Tell me what you and Constantine were talking about,” the original demands.

“You’re sick,” Batman barges straight through the proverbial bush. “The Crown is controlling you. You need to take it off.”

“Hm,” the copy puts a hand on its chin, feigning consideration. “No.”

“Phantom-”

Batman jumps to a fighting stance as quickly as Phantom drops into readiness, one gloved hand wielding a bat shaped razor against a supernatural kid with fists lit up in glowing green. He knows they are both aware of the anti-ghost enhancements to his belt, both aware that Phantom can’t touch him. Too bad the kid is skilled in long-distance fighting.

Phantom breaks the standoff, firing a beam of super-cooled ectoplasm at the dark knight. Batman sidesteps, whipping the batarang at the ghost boy and pulling another. The conjured clone slams into him, shrieking as the belt lights it up in ecto-electricity. He expects Phantom to back off, but the clone reaches spasming hands around the knight’s waist.

Batman slams an elbow into the clone’s face, but it doesn’t let go. Bruce feels the clasp of his belt unhitch, the yellow leather falling away with the clone. Less than a second later, his breath catches as his lungs freeze. His limbs seize, there’s a voice in his head; he knows it’s bad but he can’t think past the ice in his brain. He watches his hands pick up the utility belt, feels his boots against the floor as his legs carry him to the elevator.

This is bad. If it wasn’t so cold, maybe he could fight back…

0o0o

 “Careful, John,” Chas warns, just as the Zeta beam whisks the magician away.

Constantine finds himself facing the worried red eyes of the Martian Manhunter. It isn’t often after all, that the occult expert demands emergency transportation to the Watchtower. Completely unprecedented, in fact.

“You said the Watchtower may be in danger, “J’onn says.

“Definitely in danger,” John answers. He holds up what looks like a small shard of Kryptonite, waggles the rock and his eyebrows as the martian’s expression. “You’ve got a little ghost problem. I’d say, ‘Who you gonna call,’ but I already called you.”

The grin fades quickly and Constantine turns to the elevator. “Now let’s go catch us a ghost.”

Manhunter frowns but gleans what he needs from the thoughts John gives him access to. He mentally searches out Hawkgirl, calls her up meet them to the bridge. They may require the nth metal of her mace to incapacitate Phantom.

J’onn step aside as the elevator opens and Batman walks out. Constantine is skimming through a journal, but steps absently aside as well. He puts one foot into the elevator, pauses, looks up. J’onn can see his next breath in a plume of mist. The magician whirls around, eyes wide, hand reaching into his coat for the green stone.

“J’onn,” Hawkgirl soars around the elevator column, alighting on the walkway with her mace held ready. “What’s going on? You sounded worried-”

“Shayera, duck!”

Hawkgirl reacts to the tone before she fully registers the warning, bringing her mace up in time to block the boot aimed at her head. Batman pushes off from the mace, flips to land crouched and ready.

“Batman?! What-?”

She registers the green glow from his eyes at the same time J’onn does. The martian launches himself at Batman, twisting his form to something more snakelike to wrap the knight into a crushing hold. The ghost possessing Batman tries to phase out but J’onn counters by shifting his own density to match.

“J’onn!” Hawkgirl hesitates. She can’t get a good in with her mace with Manhunter so close, and she doesn’t really want to whack Batman in the first place. She glances over as Constantine runs up to stand level with her.

“Don’t worry about him, sweetheart. Look, I need your help.” He presses something that looks suspiciously like Kryptonite to the handle of her weapon. “Do us a favour and give Bats a good whack with your mace, eh? Knock Phantom right out of him.”

“Phantom?! He’s possessing Batman?”

“Eh, the Crown’s possessing him and he’s possessing Batman, so yeah. Now, go!”

Shayera lifts off, swooping over the struggle that’s moved from the walkway and crashed into the floor below.

Manhunter flinches, shrinking to his usual shape, and staggering away. Batman’s hands are glowing with Phantom’s usual green energy, and Hawkgirl swears she see the thin green outline of a flaming crown above his head. Batman flattens his hand and leaps.  

‘J’onn, move!’ Shayera thinks.

Manhunter sinks into the floor and Hawkgirl attacks. Her mace lights with electricity just before she slams it into Batman’s stomach; he goes flying.

J’onn shoots from the floor, catches Batman’s waist and follows the momentum until he can safely lower the man to the floor.

Phantom crashes into the Watchtower’s metal wall hard enough to leave a dent. Hawkgirl watches with wary, worried eyes until she sees Batman breathe. Until she sees Phantom pry himself out of the cavity.

She readies herself as he shakes off the blow, holds her position until he flies at her, then swings. He dodges with a boneless twist, shoots an ectoblast. She bats it back at him.

“Hey!” The voice is mental but it doesn’t sound like J’onn. Shayera takes one precious second to glance down.

Manhunter is carefully examining Batman, bent over as he runs gentle fingers up and down the man’s chest. Halfway across the room from them is a chalk circle rimmed black-stemmed roses. John Constantine stands just outside the circle, waves at her.

“Get him in here.”

Hawkgirl nods. She looks back in time to dodge an energy-encased fist as Phantom swings at her. She kicks him, sends him several feet through the air. Something slams into her right wing and Shayera cries out in surprise as much as pain. She wrenches her wing free, spins to see another Phantom drop a handful of feathers.

Both Phantoms shoot toward her, and Shayera flies up. She drops a foot in surprise as punch lands square to the side of her face. Three?!

No, she realizes as she flips out of the path of another fist, there are five clones! Phantom’s never been able to make five clones before. He’s also never been this quiet before.

“Clones are cheating!” she hears John call from below her.

The clones circle her, she spins slowly in the air, tries to keep all of them in her vision. She notices something quickly: only one of them wears a crown. She attacks without warning, dropping her mace to swing by the cord around her wrist, and grabs the crowned Phantom by the shoulder, folds her wings. They drop like stones, her momentum sending them crashing right into John’s circle.

The effect is instantaneous. Phantom screams. The clones disappear. Shayera doesn’t feel anything more than blooming bruises as she hops to her feet and steps carefully out of the circle’s barrier.

Constantine steps into the circle. He stands over the writhing ghost boy, then leans down and plucks the crown from his head. He makes some complicated motion with gold-glowing fingers and the crown disappears. Then he slams his palms to the floor and the circle and flowers are gone too. The gold fades. Phantom settles into an exhausted slump on the ground, breathing hard.

“It’s over?” Shayera ventures to ask.

Constantine pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, doesn’t light it but sticks it in his mouth. “Should be.”

0o0o

“It’s called the Crown of Fire, you twats! It’s Ancient and fiery. Of course Phantom was gonna have a bad reaction to it, he’s got an ice core.”

“What would have happened, eventually?” Bruce asks, scowling up at Constantine from his bed in medical.

“Eventually? The fire would have burned out Phantom’s core and asserted itself in its new host. Luckily, we got it off in time. The worst he’s gonna get is a fever and one Hell of a post-possession hangover.” 

“But he will make a full recovery?” Wonder Woman asks.

“Absolutely. And from now on, how about none of you wankers lets him mess around with ghost artifacts, eh?! I don’t want to be runnin’ up here every bloody week to perform an exorcism. I don’t get paid enough for that.”

“You don’t get paid at all,” Flash points out, “You’re not even a member of the Justice League.”

“Oh? What’s this then?” Constantine flicks a card at Flash, who snatches it out of the air and narrows his eyes at it.

“This is- Where did you get a membership card?” He looks back up, only to find empty air where Constantine had stood. Flash whirls around, holds the card out to the others, only to find his fingers are empty.

“Argh, I hate when he does that!”

“You’re just jealous he can disappear faster than you,” Bruce says. He’s sitting up, watching Phantom laying still in the next bed over. They hadn’t known what to do medically to help. The boy was dead, and Constantine assured them that he would heal in time. Very special, for a ghost, he’d said. They had no choice but to trust him.

I think this is my favorite king!danny fic ever omg -Nyx Edit: also constatine is one of my favs

[potter---imagines-blog]

Why Not Me

James Potter x Reader

A/n: Probably gonna do a part 2 if you guys want one because I feel like I could keep going with this. Warnings: some swearing, a little angst. Words: 2155

 You had known James Potter since you were three years old. You lived in the house next to his and you two had grown up together. After being best friends with someone for 13 years obviously you get attached, and it’s natural to be protective of them. That’s how you were justifying you’re feelings at this point, but it wasn’t working out too well. It wasn’t painfully obvious that you felt more then friendship towards James, everyone knew you two were close so no one suspected a thing. Especially not James, he was too head over heels for Lily Evans. Lately he hasn’t played you a lick of attention, he was too busy trying to catch hers. It’s not that you didn’t like Lily in fact you two were very close friends, you just envied her. You envied how easily she captured his attention and had him wrapped around her finger with a few simple words. It was just so frus-”Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Your other best friend Victoria was frantically waving her hands in front of your face standing in front of where you were previously spaced out sitting at a library table.  “Yes” you replied in a monotone voice, still in a daze from your little disconnection from reality and a little thrown off  by your thought path. “What are you doing I’ve been looking for you forever!” she shrieked. “Why what’s wrong?” I asked. “No. You’ve just been missing for hours and everyone was getting worried. It’s almost curfew and no one had seen you since last class. Did you skip dinner? Have you been here the whole time? I swear I checked here at least five times.” She bombarded you with a tsunami of words. “Wait is it really that late I didn’t even realize” I said as I rushed to pack up all my books and parchment. Had I really been zoned out for that long? “Well hurry up I don’t wanna be caught out past curfew I already have detention for what feels like the rest of my life” she overdramatized. “Okay, okay I’m going as fast as I can” I said as we made our way through the halls back to the commun room.

When we entered I felt nauseas at the sight of Lily and James basically snogging each others faces off on one of the sofas. Victoria saw you quickly look away and whispered in your ear “Just ignore them.” Linking your arms together and ushering you to your dorm. Your other roommates were all sitting around in the room doing their own little things. “Finally you found her!” exclaimed Abbey. “Wait honey what’s wrong?” asked Cara as she looked up form her book seeing your solem expression. “Ah it’s not because of that Potter boy again is it? You just need to get over him,” stated Abbey matter offactly. You didn’t even respond, instead just flopping down on your bed. “Look Y/n it’s gonna get better you’ll get over him,” said Victoria sitting down next to you. “How am I supposed to get over my best friend, I've known him for so long?” I asked “Well first you’ll realize that he’s a bloody bloke if he decided to choose her over you. Then you’ll find a new boy and you won’t even give Potter a single thought.” Abbey said as if she just solved a difficult math question. “It’s not that easy Abbey” victoria chastised her. “No she might be somewhat right. What if you found another boy to get over James, like a rebound?” Cara offered. “Is it really a rebound if we were never together?” I asked still replaying the scene from the common room over in my head. How happy they looked together. “It’s the principal that counts” Cara said. “Yeah that’s a great idea! It doesn’t have to mean anything. You can find a boy Saturday at the party after the quidditch game’” Abbey was way too fond of this plan. “I don’t know guys, I don’t even think i’ll go to the quidditch game” I said sitting up. “Now that’s just ridiculous of course you’re going to the qudiditch game and for once I actually agree with Abbey.” Victoria said “Well thanks for letting me know how you really feel about me,” Abbey mocked hurt.

It was Saturday night and the Hufflepuff team were down by so many points that they couldn’t even win if they caught the Golden Snitch. Of course it was James who was scoring all the points as he was ‘the best chaser in Hogwarts history’ as he liked to refer to himself. There he goes scoring yet again as the seekers continued to chase the golden snitch around the pitch. It wasn’t long before Gryffindor caught the golden snitch and the crowd went absolutely ballistic. James being the cocky bastard he was did a victory lap around the stands winking at me as he flew by. Everyone started making their way off the stands and towards the players to congratulate them. It seemed like Lily was the first one down, throwing herself into his arms like you used to when he still paid his “best friend” a care in the world. Using that term loosely now considering he hasn’t given me more then a handful of acknowledgments since him and Lily stated their little love affair.

Meanwhile I was still sitting on the bleachers next to Remus, the rest of our friend had been lost in the crowd. “So I assume you’re going to the party?” he inquired. “I don’t really know yet I'm not in a party mood tonight,” I replied in a slight daze, James and Lilys display having thrown me off. “That’s exactly how I feel but Sirius would have my head if I don’t attend the ‘most legendary party ever’ as he’s been calling it” he said. We both laughed lightly because only Sirius could make such a big deal of one of the hundreds of partys thrown every year. “Well I suppose if you’re going it wouldn’t hurt to give you some company” I said with a slight smile somewhat distracted from my previously gloomy thoughts.

We walked together, in no rush, back to the Gryffindor common room. By the time we got there the party was already in full swing and it seemed that Sirius was already wasted as he stumbled up to the two of you “What a surprise my two favorite people,” we said while balancing his entire body weight on Remus, leaning against him with an arm swung over his shoulder. “Where’ve you two been? James was asking ‘bout ya” he slurred his word together at the end making his words barley eligible. “Why was he looking for me?” remus asked confused. “Not you Moony the pretty one” Sirius said grabbing a lock of your hair twirling it around his finger and winking at you before he went prancing off sloppily to some other people. “We should probably try to slow his drinking,” you said. “There’s no point trying, you take a cup of fire whiskey out of his hands and the second you turn around he’s got two more.” He joked even though we both knew it was true. Shouldn’t you go talk to James anyway, find out what he wanted?” He more so pointed out then actually asking. Just then as you looked across the room you spotted him a cup of alcohol in is hand and Lily perched on his lap. Averting your gaze “I think I’ll enjoy your company much more.” you said and he gave you a goofy grin.

As the night went on you and Remus had found a couch that wasn’t occupied by drunk couples trying to get it on. You were slightly intoxicated, that’s putting it lightly. Your friends kept popping up to have a quick chat and handing you different concoctions every couple minutes. Remus on the other hand was sober as could be, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying the beautiful giggling girl hanging off his arm and practically sitting in his lap going off about how her little brother once brought a niffler home and tried to keep it as a pet. His cheeks blazing at the extremely close proximity. You hadn’t even noticed how close you were to him, not really being aware of anything all your senses were slowed and your brain was fuzzy just saying anything that came to mind. “We should go for a walk” you said giggling again even though you hadn’t said anything funny “It's getting really stuffy in here I need some air” Grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the exit before receiving a reply. You two were in the hallway in no time, you prancing around and Remus trying to keep up. “It’s still so hot out here,” you exclaimed cursing your clothes. You ripped your sweater off and threw it away, Remus scrambling to pick it up while you keep gallivanting away. “Woah Y/n maybe you should slow down” You stopped abruptly and turned on your heels grinning wildly as he skidded to a stop right in front of you. Your breath fanning across his chest before you looked up to his eyes “Thank you Rem, you’re a real great guy” looping your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the little wisps of hair at his nape. “Why are you thanking me I haven’t done anything” he stuttered out, trying desperately to not stare at your chest that was pressed against his “Oh but you’ve done so much for me” you said barley above a whisper but it was loud and clear to him. His heart racing a mile a minute as you leant closerand closer until your lips met.

You tasted of fire whiskey and sweetness. He placed his hands on your hips as you kept tugging on his hair. Neither of you hearing the loud steps comig your way. Your reaction was slow when Remus was so quiqly pulled away from you and pushed against the wall by a fuming James Potter. “What do you think you’re doing mate.” He yelled at Remus. “Woah Prongs calm down” Remus tried to defuse the situation but if anything he just made James more livid. You still drunk off your ass decided it would be a good idea to jump on his back to try and stop him “Rem run i’ll hold him off,” you said in a panicy tone “and see ya tomorrow save me a muffin at breakfast” you giggiled totally forgetting how paniced you were a moment ago. Remus jogged off down the hallway you still on James’ back.

“What the bloody hell do you think you were doing with Remus of all people” James pried you off his back so he could face you “What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned giggling because of James furrowed eyebrows. “You two were just snogging in the hallway, you can’t just going around doing that Y/n” he elaborated still so very angry. “Why not you and Lily do it all the time? Why am I nto allowed to do it” you started getting upset, all the suppressed emotions rising up in a fury. James soffened as soon as he saw you getting upset “look Y/n I’m-” he tried apologising but you interrupted him “No James tell me why can’t I be happy? You think you can just leave me and i’ll stop everything I'm doing until you come back? No James I’m done. I am so over always being second to that Lily Evans.” You were now yelling hysterically, tears streaming down your face, completely inconsolable. James was shocked into silence not knowing how to respond to your outburst. “Why not me? Why wasn’t I good enough? I loved you so damn much and you picked her. You chased after her all these years while I was here the whole time. Then as soon as she acknowledges your existence I’m completely throw aside, I get replaced by some stuck up red head who ignored you for years!” It was all coming out now, your body racked with sobs. James pulled you into to his chest ignoring your attemps to push him away just holding you close whispering “I’m so sorry” and “I didn’t know” over and over like a broken record. “Do you know how much it hurts? I loved you. I love you, and you don’t even care about me, all you care about is her.”

That’s how the remaider of your night went. Not really coming to a resolution, just letting it all out as James held you, and when you finally fell asleep he carried you back to your dorm placing you in bed. This was a conversation for tomorrow, when you were sober, right now you just needed to sleep. To live in your dreams and shut out reality.

[a-page-of-sanctuary]

Happy Birthday

I compose myself and sneak into Eddie’s room. Eddie had a hand resting in Jolly’s mane and Jolly was laying on Eddie like a little pillow. I swear, that dog acts more like a cat sometimes. I grin and poke Eddie’s cheek “Happy Birthday, Brother Mine. Open up those blue eyes. Wake up now and get ready. For a great birthday dash!” He groaned and tugged at the blankets to cover his face. I make a face,”I’m not singing that again. Get your ass up. You’re 12 today and we’re gonna have fun!” I rest a newly turned hoof on his mattress and start shaking his bed. Jolly jumps off the bed and Eddie finally gets up. “Eat breakfast and get ready, Oh Brother, my Brother! Today’s your birthday and I don’t have to work today. So I have a fun day planned!”  He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and smiled,”Really?” I nod,”Yep. And today, it’s all about you!” “When isn’t it about me?” He joked, yawning. I figured he stayed up later than I told him to. “This is different. This is fun instead of frustrating.” “The Good F word!” He laughed sleepily. “Yay verily. C’mon. Shower, eat breakfast, and brush the dragon breath outta ya nasty mouth!” I said in a tone to make him laugh. Exaggerating a gagging noise. He laughed and rolled his eyes. “It’s warm today so you don’t have to wear a jacket.” I said. “Kay..” He walked to the bathroom.

While he was in there, I put together a few bags of his clothes. After talking with the Inquisition Agents, I had figured this would be the best way to ease him into the transition from living with me to going away to the Wizarding School. They helped me feel better about sending him away since, unfortunately, I had it in my head that the school would be Cold, Unfeeling, Militaristic, and force me to be disconnected from Eddie.  And yet...... The knots in my guts wouldn’t go away. I don’t know why I felt sad and scared he was leaving. I had put his things together.  Things I knew he needed. Things I knew he’d want. And a few I want him to keep. Like a family photo where we were all happy and relaxed. Maude’s rose quartz necklace, so she can be with him when I can’t. And the Jolteon plush I had gotten him a while back.

I finished his bags and left them on his bed by the time he was out of the bathroom, he was dressed but his fluffy hair was still dripping wet. I rolled my eyes and went over to him. Taking the towel out of his hand and dried his hair and made funny “Boogety” noises to make him laugh.

Once he was dry, I hugged him and smooched his head. “Ew, no kisses!” He laughed. “I can’t help it, you’re so cute!” I teased him, rustling his fluff. “So what are we gonna do today?” He asked. “Well, Turkey, we’re gonna go to the park so you can play with kids your own age and have fun, then we’re gonna wander aimlessly around the city and look at the cool shit, and then we’ll have ice cream before we head home.”  He hugs me and we eat breakfast in the living room and watch cartoons instead of the news.

We go to the park and there are tons of kids running around and playing. Eddie seemed excited to actually be out and about. He hasn’t been outside and playing for a while, not because he didn’t want to but because I wanted to help him with his homework and magic studies. My brain was thankful for the day off, I’ve been feeling like I’ve been running on fumes for a while.

“Alley! I’m gonna go with these guys, ok?” He said, motioning toward a few kids who were playing with foam swords, one had an extra.

“GO! It’s your birthday! Be MERRY! Go play!” I laughed. He nodded and ran toward the little group.

“SHE SAID OK!!” He called to them. The only thing I could think of was how much I’m gonna miss having him at the apartment. But I had to think of the positives! 

I’ll finally get to relax.

The Responsibility of taking care of Eddie and constantly helping him with his homework will go to someone who actually knows what they’re doing! He’ll be taken care of, he’ll be protected, and his abilities as a Wizard will grow stronger than anything I could even begin to comprehend! Granted, I haven’t had a relaxed nerve in my body since Junior High but it doesn’t hurt to attempt to calm down.

I’ll finally get to act my age!

I’ll finally get to act like I’m 20. I could hang out with some of my friends after work! I could work on my book again, pick up painting again,......maybe even attempt a relationship! Ok, that last one’s not likely but a girl could dream.

I could walk around the apartment in my underwear!

Ok, a weird one but it’s something I’ve never done.

.....I could cry....loudly.... Kinda sad but it’d be cathartic. Honestly, I could watch a sappy romance or a great animated movie and get hit in the feels and cry afterwards. It would be great to actually cry and not hold anything back.

After a while, Eddie’s little group had to leave and he was ready to go do something else. We decide to walk around the city until we saw something interesting. “Eddie, do you like it uptown?  It’s quiet uptown.” I sing. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow, not getting the reference. I pick him up and put him on my shoulders and he smiles. “You knock me out  I fall apart!” I finish the line before a chuckle escapes me.

As we walk around the city, Eddie resting against my head as he sat comfortably on my shoulders, we got looks from strangers. Some were amused smiles, others were expressions of confusion, but it was the glares of disgust that annoyed me. But I sure as hell wasn’t gonna show them it bothered me.  “Hey Brother, wanna play the Moon Game?” I asked him. “Sure!” He smiled.

“Hmm.....” I looked around “Ugly old cat?” “Send it to the Moon!” He laughed. “Little Puppy Doggy?” “No! Never!”  “Bag of Brussel Sprouts?” “Ew! Send it to the Moon!” “Uuuuuuhhhh, Bucket of Swedish Fish?”  “Send it to the Moon!”

We did this until we found an old fashioned store with little magic trinkets and crystals. “Wow. Cool!” We both say in awe. I put Eddie down and we go inside. We look around the place and I admire the pretty crystals. Peridot. Rhodochrosite. Blue Lace Agate. Even chunks of Bismuth. All kinds of stuff I don’t have in my collection. Eddie calls me over to the other side of the store and he looks at me.

Frankly, it was pretty hilarious A polished Blue Quartz wand gave him several dozen eyes and it was just funny. I ended up buying it for him and he seemed happy, he said it had a good sense of humor. And we went around a little longer and ate lunch at a cheap little place he had picked out and we ate chicken nuggets and crunchy french fries. And after eating, we continued around the city, playing the Moon Game, telling jokes, I tell him funny things that happened at work and he’ll tell me movies he’d watch while trying to do his homework, things Jolly would tell him from his ventures in Hell, the stories my rocks would tell him from their time in the earth forming. It blows my mind the kinds of things he’s experiencing....things I don’t know how to comprehend and help him with. I eventually see an Ice Cream place and we get a couple cones. I get a vanilla bean cone, and Eddie get’s Moosetracks.

We make our way home and we continue our funny game of the Moon Game.

When we get back, there’s a large Double Decker bus and two people in long black cloaks were waiting by the Apartment.

“Ah, there you are. I’m happy to see you’re here.” An older man said to us. Eddie hid behind me and Jolly could be heard coming toward the door. “Hi....Sorry, Eddie’s a bit shy...” I said awkwardly. Something about the man intimidated me, despite his fairly friendly face and the fact he was only taller than me by an inch or two. “It’s alright. Most New Ones are. I am Jorah Henry, and that, over there, is my partner, Talia Weaver.” Eddie looked slightly afraid of the two. He shifted uncomfortably behind me.  Jolly got outside and went to Eddie. “Oh Good! He already has a Familiar. That makes things much easier!” “Uhh, how so?” I asked. “Familiars act as a Wizard and Witch’s companion,and not to mention that they can assist a young Wizard and Witch in the development of the magical abilities. It seems his Hell Hound as come to have taken a role as a Comfort Animal.” He said. Eddie finally spoke up,”Why are you here?” He walked over toward Eddie and squatted to his height,”My boy, we’re here to take you to the College of Wizardry and Witchcraft.” He looked at Jorah like he was stupid,”I can’t go to College, I’m 12!” He chuckled a bit,”No. Not that kind of College. Think of it as a boarding school. You’ll be taught how to channel and use your Magical abilities.” Eddie stiffened and went into a panicked stance.

The green mist started spilling out of his hands and his eyes lit up in that similar color. Jonah looked ready to take action, expecting the worst. “Y-You’re gonna take me away?!” He asks, his voice trembling. I grab Eddie’s hand and His magic BURNED!! I flinched but I didn’t let go until he calmed down enough to breathe. “Eddie....You have to go....” I say sternly but calmly. “B-But....I can’t....I...”  “Eddie, I can’t teach you magic. I can barely understand that book I bought to try and teach you on my own! I didn’t listen to Izzy because I’m stubborn and I thought I could do this on my own. But I was wrong. And if you don’t go, you could DIE.” I say seriously. He looked at me with pure terror. “I can’t lose you, too.”  He hugged me tightly and shook,”I don’t wanna be alone....” “Brother, that’s just it. You’re not gonna be alone. There are other kids your age. You’ll get to go and run around and learn to put your magic to good use. And the best part is, I’ll get to visit you and you get to come back for Holiday. You won’t be alone anymore.” I said, reassuring him. Making it sound like something fun. He seemed uneasy but he relented. We go inside and I grabbed his bags that I had packed this morning and pack them away in the double decker bus.

“Well Jolly......it looks like we’re going to school....Are you scared? I know I am..” Eddie said, nervously petting Jolly and gripping his stomach. He turned around and gave me one last tight hug,”Vale, o soror, soror mea.” He said in a trembly voice. I hugged him tightly, I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to smile,”Ego autem protinus te videre. O frater fratrem infantem.”

He and Jolly both got on the bus.

And I wave goodbye as the bus drives away. Out of sight. Toward the Wizard’s College.

Then the tears started falling and I wiped them away. I shouldn’t be sad. I’m still able to see him. I’m still going to be a part of his life. So why am I crying? The tears rolled faster and faster and I leaned against the door frame. I don’t understand why I’m crying.

And then I crumple into a ball.

I don’t understand. I just....don’t.