#sudden fanfic inspiration

[ladylilithprime]

saw this on facebook and immediately thought of you

IT TOOK WEEKS to find the right kind of yarn-- weeks that they technically didn't have, but Sam refused to rush through and risk choosing something that would cause sensory issues to a newborn nephilum. Castiel had been only marginally helpful in that because his time spent human had been filled with so much discomfort from so many sources that the angel had difficulty pinning down texture preference from before he regained his Grace. In that respect, Sam opted to go with his feedback on preferring soft and silky, and hunted down non-wool, hypoallergenic fibers.

He kept the project secret from Dean, at least in part. It wasn't that he thought his brother would mock him, exactly - Dean had long been aware of Sam's knitting hobby, even if it had fallen by the wayside more and more as they damn near drowned under the onslaught of one disaster after another - but Dean had a mad-on where Lucifer was concerned that Sam couldn't pretend not to understand, even if he didn't share the sentiment of extending that kneejerk distrust and violent impulse towards an as-yet unborn baby. Thankfully, the individual shapes of the main pieces were lumpy and indistinct enough that so long as Sam kept the finished pieces hidden in his bag and crumpled the ones he was working on, Dean couldn't tell the difference between the tiny seed stitch sweater and the newest round of "stresscraft".

Then Jack was being born, and the barriers between worlds were breaking, and Castiel was dead, and Lucifer had taken Mary captive and dragged her through one of those damned rifts, and Dean was firing his gun at a newborn nephilum who was much bigger than a normal infant, and Sam barely had time to breathe, much less think of the little sweater until he was sorting through his duffel after a hunt and found his knitting bag.

In retrospect, Sam almost wished that he had chosen to make something simpler, like a blanket. If Jack had stayed the size of a human five-day-old, having the tiny sweater would have made more practical sense. Sam stared down at the collection of soft seedstitch panels, running his fingers across the smooth, soft bumps over and over, until he closed his eyes and sighed. He had given Jack the thumb drive with Kelly's video message, hoping to provide some tenuous link for the boy to the mother who had given her life to bring him into the world, but maybe... maybe Jack could use something more tangible as a touchstone to prove he had been expected and, if not strictly wanted, at least welcomed by someone.

It took him two days to finish, stitching the front, back, and sleeves together before picking up stitches around the neck and hem to knit a two by two rib to pull it together. The embroidery on the back was unplanned, and he had to unravel an old black sock for thread, but he managed a decent if somewhat uneven attempt at four vaguely handwriting-like letters across the back. It was another day before he was able to find Jack, tucked up in his room and hiding what looked like a torn white shirt in the trash, and give him the newspaper-wrapped bundle.

"What's this?" Jack asked as he took the package and studied it, all innocent curiosity and that achingly familiar head tilt that he had somehow managed to inherit from Castiel even with the seraph dead. Sam swallowed against the lump and nodded at the gift.

"It's, uh... it's something I started working on... a few months before you were born," he said, fumbling a bit with the words. "For you, I mean. It... I didn't quite get to finish it in time and you, uh, kind of outgrew it in, like, an hour, but...." He trailed off and shrugged uncomfortably. "I made it for you. I figured you should have it."

"Thank you," Jack said, showing manners Sam had no idea who could have taught him. He hesitated, looking up at Sam as if for permission, and then carefully tore open the paper when Sam nodded encouragingly. A tiny gasp and a look of wonder crossed Jack's face as his fingers brushed the softness before it was fully unwrapped and revealed. He held it carefully, fingers stroking slowly over the textured knit. "This is much softer than the clothes I was given at the police station."

"That was about the only suggestion Castiel could give me when I asked," Sam admitted, and saw the understanding light in Jack's eyes. "He was so ready to welcome you into the world... I just wanted to do something to support him."

"You miss him," Jack said, bowing his head a little when Sam nodded reluctantly. "Me too." He hesitated, still looking down at the sweater, then asked, "Do... you wish that he was here, instead of me?"

"No," Sam answered quickly and firmly, not even needing to think about it. "Never. Do I wish he was still here? Of course. But not at the expense of you. Okay? That's not a trade I'd ever make."

Jack nodded slowly. Swallowed. Sam watched him lift the little sweater to his face and nuzzle into it a little, and wondered what all the nephilum was picking up from the tiny garment, made by a hunter's hands for a half-Archangel baby who outgrew it the same day he was born.

"Thank you, Sam," Jack said again, softly, and Sam knew he didn't just mean for the sweater.

"You're welcome, Jack," he answered, just as softly, and hoped Jack knew he didn't just mean for the sweater, either.

[shadebloopnik]

"There's something else here, I just know it!"

Charlie clutches at her hair, frustration dripping as she stares down the two men before her. The others stand by the bar behind her, waiting to see how this interaction goes down. Vaggie stands by her side, her rock amidst the chaos, because she's just about had it with the two. They've met for barely a week, and yet they acted like they hated each other for decades. Each interaction conveyed a message laced with a bitter venom she could not understand, and she's just SO TIRED of all the secrets, especially ones that threatened to wreck the hotel every few hours!

"So what is it?! Why do you two hate each other so much??? You act like you've known each other for centuries and Im DONE with being kept in the dark!"

Her horns protrude, flames flaring from her hair as she levels the two with a glare. The demonic form has her girlfriend clutching tighter at her arm, and her friends backing up behind the bar.

The objects of her current irritation deflated a bit at her anger, though not without sneaking hate filled gazes at the other.

"Its nothing, Charl-"

"NO.", her voice reverberated across the walls. "Dad, I would normally not interfere with anyone's past, but not if that past hurts the hotel, hurts my people. Angel could have gotten so much more than a broken leg if I didn't step in."

Said spider flinches imperceptibly at the mention of his name. Even when he wasn't the one being scolded, Charlie could be terrifying when she wanted to be.

"You two have a past. What. Is. It."

Lucifer, for the first time since this started, visibly lost his composure, seeming at a lost for words.

"I- we.. W-we were-"

"Lovers..."

Silence, as everyone turned their gazes to the Radio Demon.

They...had to have misheard? Right?

But Alastor continued, turning his head away, smile and eyes unreadable.

"We were lovers."

Lucifer winces ever so slightly at the past tense, hurt(and guilt?) filling his eyes, before an irritated huff breaks out of his lips.

"I already told you, I-"

"It doesn't matter."

"It DOES! If you would just let me-!"

"It was all in the past, it matters not anymore, nor will it ever matter again. Apologies for the undesirable behavior, dear Charlotte, i'll try to keep damages to a minimum for the foreseeable future."

"Wait, Alastor-!"

But Alastor had already melted to the shadows, the King's black tipped claws clutching at thin air where he'd stood. His hands shook, closing into a fist as he tried to even his breathing. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, dragging a hand down his face. Without another word, he too vanished in a swirl of red, leaving the residents of the hotel gaping at their absence.

Charlie- whose demon form long receded- stood processing what just happened. A hand made it way to her mouth, as she leaned into her girlfriend for support.

This...wasn't what she expected.

Its like she could start to see now; all the hurt buried behind each venomous gaze, all the regret laced with each bitter word. Something was broken, and they kept cutting themselves as they wielded each shard as its deadly weapon.

Oh hells, how was she supposed to fix this??

".......this is so worth getting my leg broken."

Husk turned a baleful, yet fond glare at the spider demon who chose to 'very subtly' break the silence that enveloped the room.

"What???? I live for the drama, sue me!"

[trappedinmymind]

Unstoppable force (the desperate need to gush about all the little details and foreshadowing in the authors note of my upcoming chapter) vs immovable object (the desire to see people come to the realizations themselves that some of the things that at first glance seem to be just filler actually have huge significance in the overall story)

[xbalayage]

"I Promise."

Words: 1592

Silvio Ricci/Reader

Angst/Fluff

The sails whipped foul against the currents of wind, the ship's crest plunging into the corpse of deadly waters, the waves thundering its hold of an all too familiar lullaby. It rocks to and fro aggressively, baring its teeth into the amidship from all sides of the body the crew inhabited themselves in. Not but moments earlier had the seas been tame, obeying the captain of the sea happening on yet another voyage to surrounding countries in hope of trade. It was but another price to pay for prosperity for his fast growing country; to think any ounce of confidence to set sail on another excursion would've had all but the crew on their toes for something haphazard to happen across on the open seas. But nothing like the beauty of this storm before them had the experienced captain faltering for a moment.

Lives are on the line -- a moment's lapse is the death to all. His skin runs cold as his hairs stick up across every aspect of his body.

...Dammit.

The crushing winds combined with the thunderous waves had left his eyes and ears to naught, hearing nothing but the fear rapidly beating out of his chest. He couldn't die here. His loyal crew of merchants couldn't die here. Managing what little view he had through the blinding walls of rain, he maneuvered across the ship's deck to the mast, trying desperately to rein in and secure the sails, salvaging any left through the claws of the vicious winds before being rubbed and roughly torn from his grasp. Gritting his teeth and inhaling a sharp breath, a fresh wound erupted where the rope once held its place in his hands; the color of roses bled. His eyes darted across to call out to any crew in earshot but the moment his gaze turned forwards, it was as if his heart stopped. The ravenous beast of water destroyed and swallowed the bow, dislocating it from the ship itself, allowing it's freezing embrace to slip into the ship and slowly start drifting it down into the shallows of the unknown with it. His mind went into a state of panic and fear.

Silvio was not a weak man; far from it to hold the arrogance and brashness of a mask, to mock confidence and instill fear through status and money to be given subservience of undying loyalty, even with their very lives. But the unspoken kindness in his heart made sure they were taken care of, providing all they needed for their families to thrive and the enacting confidence of men who could protect anything in exchange. They were treated as equals, regardless of status.

But the feeling of helplessness filled his lungs. He had failed to protect his men. He had failed to man the ship he's had for years, that he had poured his blood, sweat and tears into. He failed to foresee any possible events to happen and ensure their safety.

I can't die like this.

The boat suddenly rocked from the sheer force of the storm, a strong force colliding against his back in the midst of his pondering and self-loathing, his rigid body slumping against the wooden supports of the ships frame. He couldn't breathe, only able to allow the shallowest of breaths, his body numb, wet and cold from the relenting attacks. As he could feel his conscientiousness began to drift, his neck fell slack and dimming ocean eyes fell to the blood on his hands.

Thoughts of her began to run rampant.

Her sickly sweet smile she shone just for him on the days he didn't deserve it. The way her eyes shimmered against the waves of the Benitoite shores without a care in the world and leaves his heart questioning itself. The smooth touch of her cold fingertips caressing his flustering cheeks, casting a spell over his lingering thoughts of self doubt as she embraced him. The sexy, sultry voice of a virgin that sung between the sheets of their spoken love for one another.

Love was something that wasn't made for a person like him. It was a waste of time, energy and money. Who even needed to play into emotions like that? After all, he was never shown it; his family would've rather he dropped dead, why should he humor it? Created between the bonds of two people who held no love for one another, wouldn't history undoubtedly repeat itself?

Women are all the same.

But not you.

The annoying persistence you showered was unbecoming and unwanted. But the chance to toy with another women who'll just use him for personal gain yet again peaked his interest, running the same play by play like any other broad to be five steps ahead. Assuming you'd try and hurt him, he wasn't going to allow the chance - so he hurt you first. But you wouldn't take the bite, you wouldn't fall for the trap, repeatedly stirring a unknown feeling deep in his unwavering heart that he's walled up all these years. For once, for fucking once in his life, someone saw him. And as much as he tried anchoring down his feelings for you to the bottom of the ocean, to refuse acknowledging it - you were the siren that swam deep, held the anchor close and carried it back up with the song of love and promise glossing your red lips.

As uncomfortable and as pathetic as being vulnerable makes him feel, maybe he could try for you. Maybe you were meant to be the one to find the treasure trove of his long forgotten love. After coming to terms of accepting his feelings, there's no way in hell now he'd let you go. Or ever allow any misfortune or harm to come to you. Because you were his.

It was the day of the expedition and with a heavy heart through playful banter, wrapped in each others embrace that he initiated, you begged to tag along with, to support him and see the other gathering countries and experience life on the seas. His smirk disappeared with your words. He refused and explained that he's said once before how dangerous the open seas were, and you'd just get in the way. A smile crept back on his features while your own turned to a frown, your forehead finding station on his chest.

"Do you at least promise to come back to me safe?"

Your words echoed, and with a scoff and cocky tone, he replied,

"Who the hell do you take me for? Of course I will. It ain't my first time and I'm damn sure it won't be my last. Not if I have anythin' to do with it."

Your eyes lifted to meet his gaze and the smile he adored washed back to the shores of your face again to the point it reached your captivating eyes.

"Promise?"

"...I promise."

The last memory of you seems to eerily fade from his grasp, and as your voice echos into the abyss of his mind, everything began to seep into stilled darkness. Before the blood on his hands disappeared from his sight, he whispered through the pain,

"Ah shit.. how pathetic have I become? ..I couldn't even ..keep my promise."

. . . . . .

Silvio sudden awoke with a start as if water had been filling his lungs. He quickly sat up in his bed, cold sweat pooled at every inch of his body. It was.. just a dream? He thought to himself, trying to ease his racing heart and calm his breathing, staring blankly at one spot on the bed in front of him. Nightmares were an in an out occurrence for him, haunted by the traumas and fears he still hasn't opened up about but never before had they felt so vivid. The aching feeling of helplessness and fear of being utterly and pathetically useless. Not being able to protect and not keeping his promise to the person he loved. As if to ground himself back to reality, he quickly went to stare as his hands, but they were no longer covered and coated with the cold chill of the ocean nor the warm color of roses.

"Hrm.. Silvio? What's wrong?" the voice of an angel brought him from his thoughts and the woman Silvio thought he'd never see again, as death's hand was pulling him down, was right next to him, rubbing the morning sleep from her eyes and yawning adorably. Shock vibrated through him and he trembled, not realizing he unknowingly reached and pulled you close to his chest, refusing for you to see his pained face and tear stained eyes. Your sweet scent grounded him, but the all too painfully real nightmare still lingered fresh.

He didn't want to talk about it. It was embarrassing enough that he was willing being so vulnerable but he couldn't give a damn at the moment. And thankfully, for his sake, you decided not to be stubborn and resorted to holding him comfortably and rubbing his back in circles.

You're here, it was just a dream. That's all that mattered. Maybe one day he'd open up about the demons that lurk from his traumas in the crevices of his mind. But not now.. not when your arms feel like heaven's embrace.

...Maybe he did die? And this was just his heaven's idea of heaven. Whatever the fuck it was, you were there. And that's all he needed to feel safe.

None of the jewels and money in all of the world could compare to the sound of your heart beating.

[ellascreams]

Don’t Blow Up On Me

[You know what, Zor hacking into your radio signal and saying ominous threats at you during a high stakes mission is usually pretty scary. But when the person currently acting as your handler is a very low ranking ex-employee of theirs, it’s only a little creepy, and really more awkward than anything. Phoenix is just trying to diffuse a bomb. This fic does have some serious moments so don’t expect pure silliness.]

Phoenix mostly worked in their own little office these days. They didn’t have much of a reason to stay at any headquarters building. Still, they had to go to one sometimes, and this was the first time in a while they were really really glad they did.

They were still processing what had happened as they ran. It was all so fast. It started with filling out a survey about how well Ollie had acted as their handler while Reginald was sick. Ok, that made sense. That’s why they were there in the first place. To fill out all the required paperwork before Reginald came back to work tomorrow.

Then the alarm came with its flashing red lights, blaring sirens, and a repeating announcement of what was wrong. It started as just “SECURITY BREACH” and then suddenly became “BOMB THREAT.” Neither of those were good. They grabbed their earpiece and nodded at Ollie to show they were ready to help. Ollie quickly conversed with some other handlers. He turned to them and said “The other agents are going to take care of evacuation and look for any hidden traps or Zoraxis operatives. That leaves bomb duty to us!” He looked at the security report which had managed to calculate the general area the bomb was in. Then he looked at some old Zoraxis bomb models and used them to narrow down its location. “If my instincts are correct, it should be in the breaker room down in the basement.” Phoenix didn’t wait to be told to leave before they started running.

From the start of the alarm to the present, only a minute had passed. This whole situation was bad. Usually they would be upset to suddenly be in a situation like this, and they were, but they were still glad they came to the office when they did. If they weren’t there the bomb would probably still have been planted. They trusted the other agents to be capable of disarming a bomb, but they weren’t sure if they trusted the other agents enough to want them disarming a bomb when Ollie’s life was on the line. They wanted to be the one protecting him from this threat.

They got to the breaker room and the bomb was just… sitting there. On the floor. They were expecting it to be hidden amongst the electrical equipment or at least mounted to a wall somewhere. If they couldn’t disarm it they could probably just pick it up and move it away from the building. Hm, maybe not. It was a big bomb, almost the size of a suitcase, and it very well might explode before they could get it far enough away.

They took a crouched down and looked at it closer. They could hear it ticking but there was no visible timer. They didn’t know how much time they had.

“Agent Phoenix,” said a familiar voice in their ear, but it wasn’t Ollie’s voice or even Reginald’s. “I wasn’t expecting you. That was my mistake. You seem to have a knack for appearing at every mission I have a personal interest in.” Phoenix felt their heart beat faster. No matter how many times they heard Zor talk they couldn’t get used to it. Something about their smug tone, their unwavering conviction that they were in control, and that uncanny voice changer just made their skin crawl.

“I suppose you’ll be attempting to disarm my bomb then. Go right ahead. Convenient how we left it right there, on the ground, in plain sight. It’s almost too good to be true.” The agent instinctively looked up from the bomb and started scanning the room for hidden ones. They shouldn’t listen to Zor but they just said, or at least implied, what they were already thinking. Zor giggled ever so slightly.

“I think it’s best you don’t listen to them.” Phoenix was very relived to hear Ollie’s voice again. “If they think you’re smart enough to catch their usual tricks, they just make things simple and hope you’ll overthink it. And while I may not be familiar with this specific model, I’ve seen bombs like it, and that ticking sound is hard to replicate. It’s a real bomb, and the only bomb here.”

“Oh?” Huh. Phoenix didn’t know you could convey raising one eyebrow through nothing but the tone of your voice. “This isn’t your usual handler. How rude of you to not introduce us,” they said, as if Phoenix would ever want to give them information on other agents or was capable of saying the words needed for introductions. Ollie and Phoenix tried to ignore them.

“You’re going to have to get through the metal casing. It doesn’t have any screws, and cutting or melting through it risks the bomb going off.” Ollie paused thoughtfully. “If you could find something thin enough and strong enough to wedge between the gaps maybe you could pry it open?” Far easier said than done but Phoenix started searching the room nonetheless.

“Or maybe there’s no need to introduce us. He sounds awfully familiar… Ollie, was it?” Phoenix inhaled sharply. It was easy to forget he had actually talked to the doctor when he was such a low ranking employee. They even remembered his name. Eh, that wasn’t too surprising. You sort of need a good memory to be an evil genius like Zor.

Phoenix rummaged through a tool box that had been abandoned in a corner. “I didn’t expect to see you working for The Agency. It may be a bit cliche of me to say but, truthfully, I expected you to be dead by now. I’ll admit that I’m impressed.” Phoenix glanced at the screwdriver several times before an idea struck them. There weren’t any screws on the bomb, but the tip of the screwdriver was thin and flat. Not bad for prying things open.

They took a knee again. It was hard to get good leverage with the bomb on the floor so they kept it hovering at head height while they started trying to pry it open. Dr. Zor was still trying different angles to engage Ollie in conversation. “Perhaps I’m impressed enough to let bygones be bygones and allow you to work for me again.” That one did the trick.

“As tempting as that offer is I’m afraid I’ll have to decline on account of you trying to kill me.” When the metal finally gave way it was so sudden Phoenix almost fell. They pried the metal just a bit further until they could see the wires inside.

“Great job! Let’s see, it looks like there are 7 different colored wires… for Zoraxis bombs like that you just have to cut them in reverse rainbow order.” A bit weird, but ok. Phoenix got pliers from the tool box and began carefully cutting. The violet wire snapped in two.

“Whatever do you mean?” Zor continued as if their conversation hadn’t been interrupted by the engineering of their explosives being explained to an enemy. Phoenix cut the indigo wire. “Well, I wanted to excuse the whole leaving me at bottom of the ocean thing, you very well might’ve just forgotten and mistakes happen, but that escape pod was definitely a death trap. I was trying to keep track of all the OSHA violations but I lost count because of oxygen deprivation.”

“It was nothing personal, I assure you.” Blue wire. “That really doesn’t make it any better. Why did you even want me dead anyway?” Because you knew about the experiments, Phoenix thought. They were probably hoping you had just enough food to guard the place until Prism was dead. Then you’d starve so you couldn’t tell anyone about KBOOM. Ollie was very smart but sometimes it seemed like he was too kind to actually understand evil. Green wire.

“Even without the murder attempt a lot of the working conditions were just… bad. For all the issues The Agency has, they still try to prioritize the health of their employees. It’s hard in this line of work, but— Oh, Phoenix! Wait!” The agent froze. The blades of their open pliers surrounded the next wire perfectly still, like it was waiting for their orders to attack. “I know that wire looks like a somewhat orangey yellow, but according to Zoraxis manufacturers, that’s actually just orange. The yellow one is brighter than that.” Phoenix quickly, but even more carefully than before, pulled their pliers away. While they were still too dizzy from adrenaline to understand anyone’s words, they were vaguely aware that Ollie had returned to his previous point. How on earth did he not lose his train of thought from almost exploding?

They broke free from their haze when Zor said “I see. What if I gave you a promotion? I could even make you one of my highest ranking operatives. You’d be paid far better and you’d have my protection.”

“I WAS DIRECTLY INVOLVED IN YOU BETRAYING PRISM!”

Phoenix began tuning them both out after that. It was very weird listening to them argue. It reminded them of being a kid at a friend’s house and awkwardly standing there as their friend argued with their parents. And while Ollie never actually gave anything away, it still made Phoenix cringe whenever he almost mentioned Agency secrets in his frustration.

They still payed a little attention to the fight. It really said a lot about Ollie’s skill as a handler that despite the high stakes of their missions this was the least collected they had ever seen or heard him. Zor slowly sounded more annoyed as they realized just how many of their secrets he’d shared and just how much they’d underestimated him. It was somewhat satisfying to hear some of Zor’s smug tone dissipate.

They only listened fully when Ollie said “Phoenix” or “agent.” They still needed his instructions for the next few steps. Plus, if they’d missed their name being called earlier, well, they wouldn’t still be in this strange situation. Their strategy worked pretty well. The only time it backfired is when Ollie started talking about how kind they were to him and how he was sure they’d agree his old conditions were fair. As nice as it was they wished that they could say please just leave me out of this.

After what was probably a few minutes though it felt far longer, the bomb was finally defused, and at the same time so was the argument. It seemed Ollie had run out of things to say and Zor was finally done provoking him. Phoenix could hear interference from Zor’s radio abruptly halt as they left without a word. They weren’t sure when they stood up in all the chaos but apparently they had, because the second there was quiet, the gravity of what happened finally hit them and pulled them down to their knees.

Oh no. They almost died, didn’t they? That wasn’t anything new but it was still always a little worrying. Ollie almost dying with them was new and definitely not something they liked. But what was really sinking in was what the argument with Zor actually implied. They were very secretive and would not like an old employee of their’s alive. Especially not if they were working for The Agency and especially if he was far more clever than they originally thought he was.

Come to think of it… why did they target this building? Zoraxis as an organization would probably attack any Agency HQ they discovered but didn’t Zor say something about having a “personal interest” in this particular attack? It seemed like they genuinely weren’t expecting Phoenix so they weren’t the target. Zor knew a deserter was here. Phoenix didn’t know how but they were sure of it. Again, Zor’s struggle to recognize Ollie did seem very real, so they probably didn’t know who their ex-employee was. They know now though. Zor even successfully started an argument to get more information about him although it got a little out of hand.

This location would be abandoned now that it was compromised. Even so, Phoenix decided that as soon as they got in contact with Reginald they would tell him to get Ollie a private and well hidden office like their’s. Handler was a job with a lot of official paperwork and a lot of it had to be filled out at headquarters, but even frequent trips to one would be better than staying there all the time.

Phoenix was willing to bet Ollie didn’t realize how much danger he was in so right now it was up to everyone else to keep him safe. He helped a lot of people in this Agency. The Agency could spare a few recourses to help him. If they didn’t, then they would get a proper demonstration of just how terrifying their top agent can be. Reginald always said they were intimidating. Something about stoic silence.

[hikarry]

Whats your idea of a perfect date

Perfect date? In my eyes, it's all about the little things.

I don't have a license and I don't want to have one, but it would start with a good drive while I play passenger princess, enjoying the open road. I don't trust myself behind a wheel, but I love being driven around, I love velocity and long long trips. Sometimes I do enjoy the car drive more than the destination, but welp

Stopping by a pub or a dark, smoky bar with a jazz band playing in the background. Good drinks, good music...or a cafe and share a good cappuccino - each with their own. I dunnot share my caffeine

Followed by a moonlit stroll in a beautiful park by a river, ending with… watching the stars together

Sitting on a rooftop with a view of the city could also be fun, even though I'm afraid of heights

Maybe some more pleasurable activities afterwards, if we feel so inclined

But, alas, I don't exactly believe in perfect dates. Life is too messy and unpredictable for perfectly curated moments.

[littencloud9]

writing side characters is like. is it higugin? tachigin? higulucy? tachizaki? all and none at once? Yes.

[trucywright]

Chapter 3 is up!

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: DCU, DCU (Comics), Justice Society of America (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Salem Nader & Khalid Nassour, Salem Nader & Kent Nelson Characters: Salem Nader, Khalid Nassour, Courtney Whitmore, Gloria James, Justice Society Ensemble Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family Drama, salem has feelings but is a brat, No beta we die like Kent Nelson, khalid i love you so much but salem doesnt. im sorry Series: Part 1 of the saga of salem nader

Summary:

A series of "missing scenes" from the comics, centered around Salem Nader.

Chapter 1: After the fight with the Childminder, Stargirl informs them that they'll be merged back into the timeline... in 2023.

Chapter 2: Salem waits with the other children outside Stargirl's house. When the JSA arrive, she spots a familiar helmet, only to be disappointed.

Chapter 3: After talking to Khalid for the first time, Salem looks for familiarity in the Tower of Fate. There's none to be found.

Next time: What happened to Midnight?

[altruistic-meme]

3,7 and 29 for the fic writers ask! :]]

hi sappho darling!!

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

the only one that i know of that i would for sure never touch is the uhhhh "sex pollen" thing?? ive literally never even seen it but it's supposedly one of the "well-known" tropes or aus or whatever and i just. don't get it. i don't understand the concept of it. i don't understand the point or interest. absolutely a no from me.

i also would probably never write a cheating fic. but i only say probably bc thought i would never read one and then i did and it FUCKED me UP (positive) and i still think about it bc holy shit

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Wilhelm took a deep breath, closed his eyes, leaned against a desk. He thought of how terrible an idea this was, how he had once again been being so selfish, how he hadn’t considered that his own freedom may cost the freedom he had tried so hard to guarantee Simon. And then he looked at Simon. And he fell in love. He fell in love with his curly hair, with his brown eyes, with the scar on his cheek, with the way he kept looking at Wilhelm and how it felt like he was seeing him, with the way his lips parted as he let out a steadying breath, with the small smile that he was giving him.  And it didn’t hurt. Falling in love with Simon didn’t hurt the way that falling in love with the sky, and with the way his coffee tasted, and with the people on the street had for the last seven years. Falling in love with Simon now felt exactly as it had the first time: freeing. This love was the most freeing thing that Wilhelm had ever felt, and he remembered why he had refused to ever let it go. Because he deserved to love freely, but the only love that had ever felt free had been the half of his love that he had given to the curly-haired boy, now a man, named Simon that he had once fallen in love with seven years ago, and was now falling in love with again. So maybe it was selfish, and maybe it was cruel, and it would definitely hurt, but Wilhelm could only be free if he said it, so he started talking. 

okay so if it wouldn't be ridiculous of me i would simply give the entirety of LVOE. because that whole story i tried to write more as prose and i love it so much. even this section is pretty... long for a snippet but i couldn't cut any of it off bc it's just so. AAAAAA.

i chose this specific area because it i think it's a very beautiful way to tie up the fic and i am so so proud of it!! of how it turned out and the ways it connects with other aspects of the story while still standing on its own: the war within Wilhelm about love vs. hurt and are they the same thing or are they consequences of each other, how painful falling in love has been since he and simon broke up but how he has kept doing it with everything anyway because Wilhelm is simply so full of love that it bleeds into everything he does, how his first taste of freedom felt like his last. as well as pulling back lines that repeated throughout the fic, "And every day, Wilhelm fell in love all over again. With the sky, with the way his coffee tasted, with the people on the street. And then one day, with a curly-haired boy named Simon." and changing them as he feels love truly without pain for the first time in seven years. and!!! also!!! including the ways Wilhelm grew in those seven years as well, how he hesitates and almost doesn't say what he came to say because he understands how selfish it was of him to come. but it also includes Simon's own growth, very subtley, because he is more sure of himself than he used to be. even though Wilhelm's thoughts tell that he's afraid of hurting Simon, Simon is SMILING SOFTLY at him because Simon has also grown up and he has long-since forgiven Wilhelm because he has learned to see his side of it, too.

WELL THAT WAS. MORE OF AN ANALYSIS BUT SIDHFKSDH yeah im proud of all of that though. im so proud of myself for being able to put all of that subtlety into it, all of these small details that still showcase big emotions. i'll stop rambling about this now sdkgfsdk

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

this is going to be INCREDIBLY out of left field ksghsdhg bUT there is a yuri!!! on ice fic, "Behind these Locked Doors" that i read forever ago. i don't think i ever.... actually finished reading the fic, i think i fell out of the fandom enough to stop keeping up before it completed. but from the last thing i remember of it, i would maybe consider writing a oneshot sequel to it that follows Victor and Yuuri after they escape, and has maybe a moment where one of them has a breakdown remembering what they experienced and the other works them through it. idk. like i said i haven't read it in years so details are so fuzzy. but. yeah!!! as i was trying to think what i would do, this story popped into my head so :]

[ writer ask game ]

[kkeke99]

@dabislittlemouse not us having the same sleeping schedule sdjksjdksdjk

2 am to 10:30 am is prime sleep schedule

[ozzy-wozzy-the-iii]

I just realized something...

You can have multiple AUs in a fanfic

It doesn't need to be just thief AU, it could also be actor AU at the same time

so basically they're actors acting in a thief centric movie/play and they end up falling in love :0

[rottingbite]

As I worked on a project I got this big idea to go back to write fanfiction again. I got so so inspired to tell a story centered around Mötley Crüe this time.

Hopefully once I'm done I can get myself to write a fic after so long.

[bambooswordwielder]

Obsessed with the fact that Shen Yuan only transmigrates when all the Peaklords have settled into their positions for a few years because the idea of Shang Qinghua being stuck watching Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge arguing for nth time about some budget detail that is DEFINITELY getting overblown now and just being stuck thinking

"Damn this would've been such a good enemies to lovers plot line... Imagine how much I could've made off of them..." and regretting not monetising their rivalry more before he killed off Liu Qingge ( "Oh and the angst Shen Qingqiu would've faced after his secret lover died and everyone blamed him for it! Fans would've been begging for more extras!" 🐹💔)

Like all the peaklords are desperately trying to mediate and fix the situation and Shang Qinghua is just imagining his one hundredth Fix-It Fic/AU where Shen Jiu is the King's trusted scholar and Liu Qingge is the King's personal bodyguard

Everyone thinks when a single tear falls from Shang Qinghua's eyes its because during Liu Qingge and Shen Jiu's fight they destroyed both his newly drafted budget (for the fifth time that month) and the fact they also destroyed the table (for the third time that week and the week just started)

Reality is Shang Qinghua is crying because he thought of an angsty death scene for the two Romeo and Juliet style because both their families couldn't accept them being together

Years of this pass and at some point he even picks up writing again (specifically about characters clearly based on Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge) and he gets really popular, popular enough his novels start to flood all of Cang Qiong and even Liu Mingyan takes some inspiration from them

Everyone knows damn well that the characters are clearly meant to be Peaklord Shen and Peaklord Liu, but no one tells because they all are legitimately waiting for the next volume of "Battle-to-your-poisonous-heart-and-peaches"

Does everyone know it's Shang Qinghua... Noooo.. Would anyone admit if they did know.... No.

Then all the sudden on day Shen Qingqiu suddenly looked in the dictionary and discovered what the word 'nice' is and now he doesn't abuse his students 🐹🤯

He even let himself get poisoned and potentially ruined his cultivation for life for Luo Binghe of all people!? Um excuse Airplane Logic, but the MC is supposed to only get all the good stuff AFTER he falls into the abyss!

And what's this about Liu Qingge helping to 'clear' his meridians so he has to personally visit Qing Jing peak every week?? Def something is off, an author knows fishy when he sees it

For how many years Shang Qinghua is stuck watching these two do their whole "You're my precious Shidi" and "I'll always be here for you" act and he's just stuck eating dogfood wondering when exactly is the marriage extra coming in and why the System won't tell me why Shen Qingqiu is acting all happy go lucky now

Shang Qinghua notices Shen Qingqiu talking to Yue Qingyuan more, he notices Qing Jing disciples running straight to Shen Qingqiu with joy and excitement rather than the reserved fear they had before, he notices how Shen Qingqiu only glares at him twice every meeting than before!

Maybe this isn't his version of PIDW, maybe it's a fan made version where Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu fall in love and with the power of love and friendship Shen Qingqiu learns to be kind and to care and isn't going to cause Luo Binghe to go down his dark path and maybe they can all have a happyily ever after—

*Endless Abyss Arc*

"Oh fuck–"

[Before Endless Abyss Arc]

*Shang Qinghua watching from a distance as Luo Binghe is practically clinging to Shen Qingqiu's side. Shen Qingqiu pats Luo Binghe's head and Luo Binghe does THAT smile he only does for his wives*

"Well this is an interesting fanfic..."

[After Airplane Reveal]

"Wait... So you're actually a transmigrater as well, Cucumber-Bro?"

"Yeah, and?"

"..."

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Do you hate, or have you at least at some point hated, Liu Qingge?"

"I– No–Wait what???"

"Let me reword it. Have you ever considered murdering him at one point?"

"WHYAREYOUASKINGMETHESEQUESTIONS!? YOUKNOWWHATHAPPENEDTOSHENJIU! IMNOTRISKINGHISFATE!"

"... So I'll take that as a no."

"OBVIOUSLY!?"

"So it's just a normal Friends to lovers 😮‍💨 No flavour 🙄"

Shang Qinghua was then brutally attacked.

[During the Five Years SY was dead]

*Shang Qinghua watching Liu Qingge go every single day to fight Luo Binghe for Shen Qingqiu's body*

"Oh my Airplane.... It's not a enemies-to-lovers... It's not Teacher X Disciple... It's a bloody love triangle with both! Oh how much money this plot would've made me 💔 I would've been able to pay for four months worth of rent and groceries!"

Random Disciple visiting An Ding: "Um.... Is Shang-Shibo okay? He fell on the ground?"

An Ding Disciple: "Leave him. He does that sometimes. Now about your budget request..."

*Shang Qinghua screaming in the background*

Random Disciple: "..."

An Ding Disciple: "..."

Random Disciple: "Should we check on–"

An Ding Disciple, now dragging other disciple away: "Let's settle this at your peak."

Years later when Bingqiu have already had their wedding and everyone has become somewhat tolerant of their relationship, Shang Qinghua just sighs loudly and Shen Yuan asks him what's up. Shang Qinghua looks him in the eyes and just shakes his head.

"My ship...💔"

"..."

"OW– Why did you have go hit me on the head!?"

"Because I don't want to know what's going on in there and I need to make sure what's in there stays in there."

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

Here’s a snippet of the Kate as the younger sister fic that’s been rattling around in my brain for a while. Not sure if I’ll write an entire thing but this scene in particular wouldn’t leave me alone till I got it out

What was one supposed to feel at the dawn of their new life, Kate did not know but she was sure that it wasn’t supposed to be sheer and utter dread. Her stomach roiled with murky waves of dread even as her face remained an impassive mask. Years of having less food than her stomach wanted had made Kate quite adept at ignoring abdominal cues. Behind her, she could her a girl mutter in fear, followed by her mother’s soothing voice, the tone firm and the words gentle, even if Kate’s beleaguered brain couldn’t make out exactly what was being said. The murky waves in her stomach grew to a tsunami.

Other debutantes were doing this with their mothers, she was doing it with a stranger. Kate turned to discreetly look at Lady Danbury, Mary’s friend. And she felt a small spark of resentment. Oh Kate knew that it was exceedingly kind of this leader of society to agree to present Kate to the Queen. But she did not know Kate, she knew Mary. And so there had been no comforting words or reassuring pats. There was simply brusque instructions. Kate also knew she was being unfair to marry, because Mary had had to negotiate with the Sheffields that she would find Kate a worthy sponsor if they would let Mary bring her to England, along with Edwina. Even now, Mary and Edwina were probably visiting the current Lord Clare, the new heir to the Mary’s previous husband’s estate. The Sheffields had great hopes that he and Edwina would make a match of it.

Mary and Edwina. A matched pair, that’s how it had always been. With Kate trailing behind as an afterthought. They didn’t do it on purpose, they were always kind to her, but nonetheless she was always the odd one out. Competitive where they were placid, blunt where they were demure and a prickly fighter where they were demure princesses. She hadn’t minded when her Appa had been alive, because she’d been a part of a matched set too. Every inch her father’s daughter. But then, he’d died and she was left all alone, the odd one out.

She’d try to fill in the void by learning everything that was so difficult to master that it kept her mind occupied, stopped it from lingering on visions of her father’s funeral pyre, the doors of his chambers shut to her as Mary and Edwina huddled within. When their steward had quit after a month, she’d learnt bookkeeping, when the cook quit, she’d learnt cooking and finally when her maid’s family had come to take her away, she’d waved goodbye, and then cried bitter tears. She’d learnt French and Latin and Prussian to take her mind off the fact that she had no one to speak to. She’d learnt and learnt, never imagining that it would mean something one day.

She remembered the way Lady Sheffield’s face had frozen when she’d played the pianoforte for Lord Clare after dinner. They hadn’t had any dinner parties after that. Though Lady Sheffield still went muttering about it every now and then.

The doors flew open startling Kate, who instinctively jumped back, only to be stopped by Lady Danbury’s vice-like grip around her arm. “Buckle down girl! It’s our turn”, she whisper commanded, before marching forward, dragging Kate along.

Kate somehow managed to keep her chin up and spine straight, the posture nearly instinctive after she’d practiced for months on end with a tome of Homer’s Odyssey perched on her head.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of rich chestnut hair and almost turned her head, before she realised what she was doing and locked her neck. A feeling of irritation stole over her. What in the world was the matter with her?

After what felt like an eternity, Kate and Lady Danbury reached the queen and Kate managed to curtsy without falling on her face. Lady Danbury began saying something to the queen, but blood rushed heavily in Kate’s ears, and the murky waves made a tumultuous comeback. Kate focused on staring straight ahead and locked her legs so that she was not trembling like a leaf.

A rustle somewhere behind the queen’s left shoulder caught her eye. And the world swam back into sharp focus. Because there, clutched in the liveried arms of one of the attendants, was a corgi. Kate’s shoulders relaxed and she felt as though her whole being lightened.

She was not quite alone in this world, she remembered now, for she had Newton. She’d found him as a puppy, left for dead at the edge of a wealthy Lord’s estate. She’d brought him home and fed him from her own share of their limited supply of food. The dog was endlessly devoted and loyal and most importantly, hers.

Her smile seemed to trigger something within the Queen’s corgi because the little creature wriggled out of the attendant’s arms, even as she gave a sharp yelp and ran towards her. And Kate couldn’t help herself. There, in front of the Queen and all the peers of the realm, she dropped to her knees and intercepted the running dog and stood back up with the dog cradled in her arms.

He was much lighter than Newton, Kate mused. Maybe she had gone overboard with pilfering food for him from the Sheffields’ kitchens. But he’d had such a hard start to his precious life, why shouldn’t he be allowed to indulge when there was opportunity?

Her new friend looked up at her with the kind eyes of a canine spirit and promptly began licking her. Kate couldn’t help the giggle that burst out of her, or the little kisses she pressed to his little furry head.

A throat cleared beside her.

And all at once, Kate remembered where she was. She lifted her head nervously, only to find the Queen smiling at her. OH GOD. She was ruined already and she hadn’t even a chance to step foot in a ballroom.

Wait. Kate forcefully focused on the scene before her eyes. The Queen was smiling. Smiling.

The Queen rose out of her throne and began walking towards Kate.

“She likes you”, the Queen informed Kate, gesturing with her hand towards the corgi still cuddled in Kate’s arms. And Kate would never know where she found the courage or presence of mind, because she found herself replying with, “She’s an excellent judge of character, your majesty.”

The presentation hall went utterly silent for a few terrifying seconds.

And then the Queen laughed. “Quite right my dear”, she tittered, “And I always trust her judgment”.

She plucked the corgi out of Kate’s arms and walked back to her throne. “I have found my diamond for the Season”.

Imagine a kanthony fic where Kate is the younger sister BUT the story doesn’t really change at all? I have the entire thing planned out in my head, I swear!! Just walk with me here.

What if the Sheffields succeeded in marrying Mary off to a titled Lord, a mean and cruel one, but fortunately he dies within a year or two of their marriage. Unfortunately with no son being born from the union, Edwina and Mary are swiftly kicked out by the new heir and Mary goes back to living with the Sheffields and that’s how she meets Kate and her father. They fall in love and run away with their daughters to India.

After Kate’s dad dies, Mary is overwhelmed with grief and Edwina is overwhelmed with taking care of Mary, which leaves Kate all alone. She deals with it by filling her day with learning everything, Latin, dance, making English tea (even though it’s despicable) and running the household because there’s no one else to do so.

Then one day, Mary gets a letter saying Lord Sheffield is dying and he wants to meet her. She agrees to go back to England if they’ll sponsor BOTH of her daughters for a season and the Sheffields agree.

When Kate and Edwina are presented to the Queen, impressed by her wit and personality, she picks Kate as the diamond.

Meanwhile, Anthony who’s decided to marry doesn’t want anything to do with young debutantes and their shiny dreams. All he wants is someone to look after his siblings till he is alive and in return he will settle upon her a cottage for her inevitable widowhood. He has no plans to beget an heir and put his son through the pain of losing a father. After he dies, Benedict can worry about heirs. Really what he wants is a governess as a wife, a marriage with no room for love. He’s settled on courting young widows.

Then his mother who neither understands nor particularly approves of his plans for marriage, drags him to the Conservatory Ball where he meets the Season’s shining diamond, Miss Kate Sharma, who’s perfect and beautiful and everything he can’t have. But he sees Edwina delicately brushing Kate’s hair out of her eyes and considers her a prospect.

But Kate has already overheard him declaring his intentions for a wife (because some things never change) and no way she’s allowing him to mess with her sweet docile sister.

And Anthony’s ideas about the perfect diamond are challenged when he discovers Kate riding alone in the morning

ARE YOU GUYS SEEING THE VISION, BECAUSE I AM!! In fact, the vision won’t leave me alone

[apricitae-world]

EXCLUSIVE TREATMENT

M!Sylus and F!Reader. "Goodcat Code" inspired;

GENRE: smut, a little bit of plot;

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT, kissing, teasing (Sylus has a sensible body), boob and nipple sucking, oral (M!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie.

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFIC ARE CONSENTING ADULTS. PROCEED CAREFULLY AND DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RECREATE THESE SITUATIONS IN REAL LIFE.

You were greeted with the eternal night of the N109 Zone. The plane had just landed and you were now in the airport waiting to be picked up. A new Protocore auction was about to happen, and Jenna was confident in your skills to navigate the area.

Luke and Kieran were meant to pick you up at the south entrance and take you to Onychinus' base. When you leave the big glass doors there is no soul or vehicle around. You double check the messages. Nothing.

Your cellphone rings. "Hey, hold on tight!" The voice of the twins echoed through the dark. "There has been a... problem but we are on our way." Just as the audio ends, a fancy black car shows up in your field of vision.

"What happened? Is it related to Sylus?" You ask as they help you put your luggage in the trunk. "Ah, good night." You quickly add. They look at each other, a very noticeable nervousness in the air. "Of course not, he's fine."

Sylus was not, in fact, fine. He had woken up this morning (night) feeling dizzy, even though he never got sick. There were important preparations to be made in regards to the Protocore auction, so he just send Luke and Kieran take care of them so he woudn't have to expose himself so much. And the worst part of it is that you would be arriving in a few hours.

He locked himself in his study and told the staff to not be bothered. The cook and cleaning were dispensed for the day. The only way he would even interact with the world outside is through the twins, and they were running left and right to make everything perfect.

"He's fine." Kieran confirmed.

The house was bathed in shadows and eerily silent when the three of you arrived. No one commented on it, nor the absence of the host. Your luggage was delivered to the guest room (the one closest to Sylus' own bedroom was always used by you when you visited. Some of your plushies from Linkon decorated the walls) and then you were alone.

"Hi, Sylus. Are you home?" You try to call him. No one picks up, so you leave a voicemail. "I arrived safely, and so did the twins. Thank you for picking me up." A few minutes go by until a hoarse voice reaches your ears. "I'm glad you're here."

What was that? He never used words like that, and there was something wrong with his voice. You begin to search around the house on your own, since Luke would always give avoidant answers and his twin was out for the preparations. There were no lights under the door to his bedroom.

The door opens silently and you come in. You think about turning on the lights, but that would reveal your position to the one downstairs. The search was going smoothly, even in darkness, until you see two glowing red dots at the top of his bed.

"Got lost, sweetie?" The tall figure got up and began approaching you. "Why are you in the dark, you crazy? It's bad for your eyes." He lets out an amused chuckle. "I couldn't find you anywhere so I began searching."

"Worried about me?" He whispers. Even then, you can still hear a different timbre to his voice. You paw at the walls, trying to find the light switch. A strong white light fills the room, and both of you groan at the sudden luminosity.

You let out an "ouch" when you open your eyes for the first time. The sight before you is surely a trick of the light. When you look at this angle, it almost looks like Sylus is sporting cat ears and a tail. His eyes are still closed and he is standing completely still, wich gives you enough time to absorb his features.

The (very real) ears twitch, and the tail moves languidly behind. There are slight eyebags under his eyes and his posture is a little... sad? "What the hell happened to you?" He winces. "Remember our little Kitty Cards game last night, kitten? There is a strange Evol affecting me and I think they are related."

"I guess you are the kitten now, Sylus." You spat back at him. "Is it temporary?" He nods and moves to turn of the light switch. You stand in front of it, stopping him in his tracks.

One look at his face is all it takes to see he is not happy. In fact, tired is the word that explains it better. "If you want to stay, stay. I'm going to bed." He unceremoniously turns around and plops onto the mattress, face down.

"Are you going to stay here all day?" "I can't exactly leave until I get back to normal. Feel free to do whatever you want in the meantime." You're pretty sure he was talking about the black credit card, or exploring the base, but you immediately lay down on the bed beside him. His ears twitch in interest and he puts his tail on top of you.

"Whatever I want?" He shifts on the bed to look at you. "Does my kitten have something in mind?" You giggle and reach for his white fur, meeting no resistance. He grumbles when you run your fingertips across his hair and then his ears.

You start going lower, cradling his face in both of your hands. He is sitting up now, also wrapping his arms around you to secure your body in place. He nibbles every patch of skin he can reach as you continue your journey, caressing his neck and then finding purchase on his shoulders. You bite him a little more strongly and he moans.

"If you're touching me like this, does this means I can touch you too?" You nod and your mouths meet halfway. Both of you alternate between kisses to squeezing and groping. There is a blush on his face as you feel run your hands through his pecks and stomach. His hand moves to your breasts and begins teasing your hard peaks.

"I tought you said you were going to bed?" You tease. He turns your body around quickly, standing up as you are pushed down to the matress. You are now under Sylus as he kisses you fervently and purrs against your skin. "My kitten is very bold today. I am going to bed, just not alone."

Sylus makes a show of taking of his thin shirt, the upper part of his body leaving nothing to imagination. You can see his bulge protruding from his pants and your stomach pools with desire. He guides your hand to his ears and tail again, and whimpers when you give the sensitive skin a soft pinch.

"Take them off." You begin undressing your many layers, still in your travel outfit. Sylus hums in satisfaction and begins licking your tits as soon as they are in view. You forget completely of your pants while he makes you shiver in his grasp, sucking the nubs until they are swollen.

"I-I want -" He begins, but stops midway. His feline ears droop down. "Tell me what you want." You reply, remembering all the times he said the same thing to you, in this same bedroom. Sylus guides your head to his strained pants, and you understand.

His tip is angry red when you pull his waistbands off. Precum is already gathering at the tip, and you prepare your mouth for what's to come. Sylus seems to be more desperate today, since he is moaning and telling you to hurry up. "Want to be inside your pretty mouth."

You begin sucking and playing with the tip. That is already enough to have his hips bucking into the air as you continue your descend. "Calm down love, I'll get there." During all of your relationship, you had never seen Sylus like this. Was the cat Evol affecting him so badly?

"Please let me come inside your mouth. Let me -" He stops again, clearly embarassed. His flush now spread to his shoulders and his chest. "Let me what, darling?" The pet name, along with you sucking his shame out through his dick makes him a little less bashfull.

"Want to breed." He declares like it's his most precious secret. "Want to make you full of my litter." During these times, you were sure Sylus had a breeding kink, even if he refused to talk about it if not in moments like this.

Even then, he continues guiding your head to deepthroat his dick, gasping loudly when you suck. "I won't last long, kitten I -" You produce a loud slurping sound and run your tongue all across his lenght.

He explodes in your mouth with a loud groan.

You wait a few seconds for him to open his eyes, his release still in your mouth. You swallow and see something flash behind his eyes. Just like earlier, you are wrestled to be under him, cock still hard and teasing your folds.

"Do you have any idea of what you do to me?" Sylus teases your entrance while playing with your clit. "How hard it was not to pounce on you the moment you came through that door? I tought about you all day." He mumbles, more to himself than to anyone else, and continues his job to make his cock fit inside.

You feel the telltale strech as he makes his way through your walls. Both your and Sylus' moans fill the room, eyes shut to absorb the pleasure. "Look at me. Want to see you." He demands. After a few more tries, he finally bottoms out.

"Why didn't you respond to my texts? My calls?" His ears droop, but his tail wraps as strongly as possible onto your leg while he nuzzles your chest. "I tought being away from you would be easier. It wasn't."

He begins to move and all your anger dissipates.

Sylus' slender fingers resume his ministrations to your bundle of nerves while his shaft touches all your sensitive spots inside. "So good don't stop!" You scream against his mouth before he kisses you urgently. The bed is shaking with the impact of your bodies. "Ne-next time something like this happens, call me earlier."

He laughs. "My kitten is enjoying the treatment, huh?" There are no toughts in your head while Sylus slams into you. You grind against him, meeting his cock halfway. He whimpers, stopping abruptly to stave off his orgasm. Your release is also approaching quicker than expected.

"If you keep doind this, I won't last long." There is sweat on his forehead and a few wild strands of hair fall atop his eyes. You gently brush them back with your fingers. "I tought you said you wanted to fill me with your litter? Is the fearsome Onychinus leader going back on his word?"

Big mistake.

The rhytm he sets after that is punishing, both to your pussy and your clit. You scream at the sudden pace. Sylus' face is scrunched as he mutters "fuck, fuck, fuck" under his breath. He won't last long indeed. There is one last thing you need to do, tough.

"Sy-Sylus?" You ask. He quirks his eyebrows as if they said "yes?" and you approach his human ear. "I love you."

The reaction is instantaneous. You feel his release fill up your insides, and the last movements Sylus did on your clit were enough to send you over the edge. There was so much of it... cum was starting to run down your tighs as he hugged you flush against his body.

"Are you okay?" Even after your breathing went back to normal, Sylus still looked somewhat feverish. He pushed you down on the now stained covers. "Stay with me."

"Of course. I won't leave until you get better." Sylus did not seem satisfied, based on the flicker of his tail. "I want you to stay forever, even after I go back to normal." It was not the first time he made that request, but it never had such raw vulnerability before.

You would never abandon your life in Linkon. Both you and Sylus knew that. Even so, at that moment, the rest of the world seemed so far away. It woudn't hurt to stay for a while, would it?

"I am never going to be able to look at boss again." Kieran had come back from his chores a few minutes ago, and the sounds coming from the master bedroom were unmistakeable. Luke, already knowing of the activities, was blasting loud music through his headphones.

"At least you won't have to run around doing things anymore." The twin responded. "Until he goes back to normal, anyway."

Looking through the multiple drawers, Kieran grabs another set of headphones. He finds a very long trash metal playlist. Good enough. "I won a break at work, but will surely need a terapy session after this."

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Kings accidental consort. PT. 1 [ ? ]

Tysm to this blog for inspiring me to make an RadioApple fanfic!

“ So do you Agree on the terms. “ Lucifer affirmed, folding his arms as if saying to not agree. He and Alastor were on the patio; the only quiet place in the now bustling hotel,

“ yes yes, “ The radio demon said somewhat dismissively, “ I would only act as a parent to dear Charlie when you are not here, “ he repeated.

A sudden, odd thought came to Lucifer, “ just like divorced dads, “ he heard in his head, making him snicker slightly, Alastor tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, “ what seems to be hilarious your Majesty, surely not our agreement “ he proceeded to hold out his hand, Lucifer grasped it.

“ oh nothing, I was just thinking that this deal seems like we act like a sort of divorced couple, and how it would be funny if we were actually, truly married “ they shook hands, around them powerful rays of light signaled a deal being made by an Overlord and King.

Downstairs Charlie and Vaggie were heading to their room after letting Angel handle the new guests for a break. Suddenly, the lights darkened around them and Green light was seen, both girls knew that all too well.

“ I’m sorry but who is making a deal with Alastor? “ Charlie asked. Vaggie raised an eyebrow

“ wait didn’t your dad go up with Alastor a couple minutes ago? … oh shit, “ Vaggie muttered, she grabbed Charlie’s hand and rushed up the stairs leading to the patio where Lucifer had said he will be. The was a lot of commotion behind the closed doors, Charlie kicked it open and ready to fight.

“ -re you shitting me! What is this?! This is your fault sinner ! “ Lucifer yelled once Charlie smashed the door open, her father appeared to be wearing a wedding dress, and blushing profusely. Vaggie burst out laughing.

“ well I wasn’t the one who made a frivolous joke about being married, am I ? “ Alastor said. he seemed frustrated, but he still held his smile. He himself was wearing a black tuxedo and holding a bouquet of flowers.

As they argued, both of their hands flared around. Charlie stayed quiet, not wanting to intervene but suddenly noticed wedding bands on each of their clawed hands, putting two and two together, she gasped loudly. She started squealing making both men stop yelling to look at her,

“ oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Vaggie!! Alastor is officially my Father!! They have Ringsss! “ she said shaking her girlfriend, Tears fell from her eyes.

“ ok easy on the sparkles Hon, “ Vaggie said while being shook, she turned to the males with a questioning look,

“ did you guys seriously get married? “ Charlie ran to hug Alastor, “ NEW DAD ! “ she yelled while sobbing madly,

“ What is this? Dear this isn’t for long, His Highness messed up a deal we were making and ended up like this, “ Charlie was peeled off of his body, and her face told them she was hugely disappointed.

“ what but what kind of deal can you botch that badly to- “

“ WELL TIME TO BREAK THIS MARRIGE “ Lucifer interrupted, snapping his fingers.

The wedding garments disappeared for both, Alastor brushed his clothes, “ There you go, the deal should be of- why do I still have another ring. “ Lucifer stretched out his hand in front of him, on top of his old wedding ring that Lilith gave him, there was still the new one. Alastor looked down, he still had his on aswell.

“ Now this is particularly “ he said off handly, “ I thought you had it covered your majesty, “

“ well I do, give me a second “ Lucifer growled,

20 minutes later and everyone was in the palace with Lucifer running everywhere and looking through all the books he can find, he was muttering under his breath frantically similarly to how Charlie did when she was in a panic,

“ HOW IS THERE NOTHING ABOUT STUPID DEAL BREAKS IN THIS SHITHOLE “ Lucifer yelled out from another room and a book could be seen thrown.

“ hmmm “ Alastor hummed through his smile, he enjoyed the little one running around with tarnish, but he knew the fun couldn’t last. He he assured Charlie then went through his shadow and to where Lucifer was.

“ Your highness what seems to be the problem? “ he asked knowing full well the answer to his own question. Lucifer looked like a complete mess: both his horns and wings were out and he wore a crazed expression,

“ well, funny thing, well um- “ he stammered, then flew up and took another book out of a shelf instead of answering him.

Alastor waited for him to come down, he was like a prissy baby and currently, he knew not that Alastor could hear him from down below. The king cursed him out and his past living self. The book he previously had in his hand fell with a slam right next to Alastor, Lucifer cursed even more and flew higher, deep into the high rise library, Alastor went to pick up the book but immediately dropped it when it burned his skin through his gloves.

It was a holy book, ‘ Deals With The Unholy ‘ it was called. All around Alastor was holy books similar to that.

Finally, Lucifer calmed down slightly and flew back to where Alastor was, he was panting heavily.

“ finally calmed down? “ the Sinner rejoiced, his smiled sickened Lucifer, “ I see you don’t got this handled, “ the King rolled his eyes,

“ looks like apparently once a deal is made it can never be broken until it ends, but we never put a deadline, so it’s not possible… but I swear I had saw something about breaking a deal somewhere! “ he said with a pout, Alastor laughed slightly.

“ well I suggest we go ahead and tell our daughter that becuase she is currently worried about you. “ Alastor said smoothly,

“ she worried about me ? “ Lucifer said excitedly, then clearing his throat embarrassed when he saw Alastors face.

“ what do you mean, ‘ our duaghter ‘ she’s my duaghter not yours “ he growled. Alastor laughed,

“ Well this ring says otherwise, so until we find out a way to break this frivolous deal, we are officially married so she is indeed my duaghter. “ Lucifer narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything, “ go along now darling, please tend to OUR daughter “ The short king muttered angerly as he left, not waiting for him.

Alastor waited for him to close the door. The sound of a Wendigo could be heard from him.

he held his hand with his wedding band out, from it, sparks came from it and suddenly a book appeared in his hand. He reading for a brief moment before shutting and burning it.

“ A slight mishap that I could use, maybe being married isn’t such a bad thing “ Alastor started laughing, he continued on as he went through the shadows…

TBC [ ? ]