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The Morningstar's Rays: The Devil's Child

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Summary: After all the trials and tribulations that Lucifer faced at the hand of God, the Saints of Hell finally give him respite. He finds it in the form of the newly arrived soul of the First Man and the life that they create together within the Devil's womb. Warnings: Pregnancy, mpreg, mentions of abusive relationships, childbirth, and religious trauma Word Count: 16,388 Ship(s): Adam/Lucifer Morningstar

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A/N: We've reached the end of this series! Thank you all so much for coming on this journey with me, I know that it was pretty niche because it was based of a roleplay that I did with my mutual. I really liked exploring the way that the dynamics changed over time and expanding the world since we got very little of that in the canon. This was a wonderful experience for me and I loved seeing your reaction to each addition! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Lucifer was well aware of the fact that he would never feel as he did in Heaven.

He still struggled with the emotions that came to him now that he was in a new realm and no longer under the thumb of God. In some ways, the sorrow and anguish that plagued him was freeing because he knew that it was what he really felt and not what he was being told to feel by the Almighty. In most other ways, it ate away at him until he felt as though there was going to be nothing left behind when it was done.

The depression had started not long after Charlie was born, but it wouldn’t be called that until well after her two hundredth birthday. Lilith had kept him sequestered away from their people, family, and friends until he had fully recovered from the birth. He had stopped bleeding after the normal time and his organs had returned back to where they belonged within a couple of months, but other changes took longer to be able to hide. His body would never be the same, there was always some permanent change made to his belly or hips after nine months of carrying a new life inside of himself, but it was easily disguised with clothing or a bit of magic. The isolation felt as though it was going to drive him mad and he began to question what he would have done if he had arrived in a completely empty realm with just his babies.

Even after she had said that it was a good idea for him to get back into the public eye, he was terrified to. He knew that they would be watching his every move since he had been away for so long and a babe had suddenly appeared in the arms of their Queen with no King to be seen. He had read some papers and gotten some letters asking him if he was upset that he had not gotten a son or if he resented the babe for being hellborn from a sinner instead of two angels as his other children were.

That was, of course, not the truth and never would be. He had loved the child that he had grown for nine months in his belly even though her mother had been absolutely rancid to him for the duration of his pregnancy. He didn’t remember most of what had happened but he knew that he loved Charlotte, he adored her.

The problem was that he had spent so long away from her that when he looked upon her, what he primarily felt was pain. He didn’t see the moments she was experiencing in front of him in that second, he saw the things that he had missed. He hadn’t gotten to see her first meal, smile, step, cough, or laugh. He got to witness the first time she had spun around without falling down, the first time she had picked up a book from the library, and the first time that she had witnessed angelic magic.

Lilith had made sure that the last time he had spent honest, good quality time with Charlie was still when she was very young. His darling baby daughter as quiet mischievous and would run away from her mother and nannies every chance she got, desperate to explore the palace that she called home. Her favorite place to explore just so happened to be Lucifer’s workshop, so he would pull her onto his lap and then begin to show her dancing images in the shimmering gold of his magic. It was the pure thing that had been given to him by the Almighty instead of what the Saints of Hell had bestowed upon him the first time that he had touched the bare earth. That was what had made his wife so angry, and why she scooped up their daughter and never let Charlie return ever again.

She was long gone now. They had started living separately by appearing together for the public when Charlie was about fourteen, but had stopped being seen together at all when the isolation that Lilith had enforced on Lucifer consumed him and made him stop making public appearances. He didn’t know her every movement, he never had, but he had been able to tell when Lilith disappeared. The first clue was that the people of Hell began to turn back to what they had been naturally without her influence, but the biggest had been when the other Sins reached out to him to ask when the next meeting was going to be.

Slowly, things in Hell had changed with her disappearance. The Sins gained more autonomy and were able to rule their realms as they had wanted to from the beginning. It meant that things began to feel more unique, but it also resulted in them being more isolated from each other than they used to be. Unity was one thing, but cohesion was another and what they were trying to go for now. The sinners also began to turn to their true nature, at least until the Exorcists showed up for the first time.

He had taken a chance when he went to the meeting that announced Heaven’s newest idea to punish him. When the meeting had first been called, he assumed that it was about the poking around on Earth he had done.

He had originally been trying to make sure that Lilith wasn’t messing around with humans instead of sinners, but he had found an energy source that was incredibly close to Charlie’s. He had discovered that Cain, the first murderer and the brother of the second sinner that he had ever received in Hell, was his and Adam’s eldest child. That revelation alone had made him cave in and isolate himself for a week before he had begun the frantic search to actually find him so that he could bring his boy home where he belonged.

The message from Hell arrived about three weeks into his manic attempts to try and find both where Cain was in the world and how to bring him down to Hell and make him stay there. He had been searching the earth with very powerful magic so he was sure that Heaven had found out what he was doing and had come to punish him. He knew from his step-son that Cain had been punished to wander the earth eternally instead of being able to die and return to an afterlife like every other human soul got to.

Unfortunately, the meeting was for something far different. He had given up the search for his wife when he found out that he had another child that he needed to bring home and keep safe. He had entered into that massive building only to be told by his old boss, none other than the High Seraphim of Heaven, that they were going to be coming into his land and killing his people. He had negotiated strictly with them so that they were not permitted to kill the hellborn, both demons and the children of sinners, and they were only able to travel to one ring at a time. He had hoped that it would decrease the amount of death that his land was plagued with, but he had been so ashamed of letting it happen in the first place that he hadn’t been able to tell anyone the stipulations of it. He also wasn’t able to revoke the deal in its entirety because Lilith was technically still a ruler of Hell and thus had a good say in what happened to their land.

Seven years of unwarranted bloodshed followed, which had apparently upset his darling baby quite a bit. Charlie had created a hotel in which sinners could be redeemed so that she could try and stop them from dying in the Exterminations. It had apparently not been going well because she actually called him first, which pulled him entirely out of the stupor that he had fallen into after his life had disintegrated in his hands. He had reconnected with her, gotten her a meeting with Heaven, and then helped her complete her dreams.

That had, of course, meant that he was fighting the one person he thought truly loved him. He didn’t blame Adam for changing his mind about how he felt when it came to their relationship. Lucifer had sided with the wife that hadn’t liked him very much, disappeared from his life, and then tempted his second wife into taking a bite of an apple that got them both cast out of paradise. It still hurt to hear him talking about how he was going to destroy everything that he held dear and then to be hit by him, though. Seeing his body bleeding bright golden ichor and laying lifeless on the ground was even harder, to the point where he felt like he was going to die on the spot if only to join Adam in the afterlife.

The sight had devastated him, even though he knew that meant that everything was finally over. If there was no Adam, then the deal that Lilith had made was null and void. The people that he had worked so hard to defend within the rules that Heaven had set for his rule, since they did not care for the magic and powers of the land that they had originally cast him into, were going to be safe. His daughter had been distraught when she had lost one of her friends during the battle, and the entire hotel had been completely decimated.

Lucifer had set aside the panic and hurt in his own heart. He knew that he couldn’t let another one of his children see that part of him. One of the only good things that had come from Lilith’s protectiveness of the daughter that she had viewed as her own was the fact that Charlie remembered him as the dreamer in his office instead of the mess of malaise and pain that hid away under covers and in the back of dusty old tents like his other children had. So he plastered a smile on his face and helped with the construction of the second hotel.

He was rather unamused when the hotel ended up having a place for the demon named Alastor that had been sniffing around the royal family for a little too long to be entirely comfortable. Something about him reminded Lucifer of the magical signature that he had been chasing after in his search for his son. It upset and unnerved him in a way that he didn’t know how to articulate out loud. Charlie seemed to like him well enough and treated him like the older brother that she had been able to have, which made Lucifer’s heart ache more than he had thought it would.

One day, he was going to have the entirety of his family back together, he was sure of it. He was already working on getting his relationships with his children back on track. It was easier to do that with Charlie since his only crime with her was not being around when she was a child, which hadn't been something that he really had any control over. The next child would be Cain, who he would meet when he managed to bring him back from Earth to where he belonged. He would try to reach out to Ozzie and Satan eventually, but it would take a lot of work to convince them that they were wanted and loved.

Anger and loathing had built up in his system like a toxin as he began to realize all the things that Lilith had done to his family. He had been happy with his children before they had discovered her. She had ruined the childhood that Satan deserved and warped the reality that Ozzie understood as his own. He could see the damage that she had done to Charlie too, the way that she demanded everything in her life be perfect lest she panic about something. Not only did she have to terrorize the population of his realm by agreeing to a yearly extermination, but she had to shatter the family that he had fought tooth and nail to be able to have.

Lucifer had just returned from having dinner with his daughter, which was where many of the thoughts and feelings he was experiencing had come from. They plagued him most times, popping up when he least expected them and sending him down into the turmoil that he was learning how to thrive in. It was typical for something specific, like being around Charlie with it was just the two of them or felt more familial, that would remind him of the absence that the rest of his children had left in him.

He knew that he was making progress and that it was going to be slow, but he couldn’t help but wish that the time could be shortened by something. “The only thing that will get Cain back where he belongs faster is if you work on it more,” he reminded himself under his breath. Since moving into the hotel with his daughter, he had stopped talking to himself as much as he had back when he was at the palace. It was easier for someone to one, overhear him doing it, and two, find someone else to talk to so that the words could leave him and get a response in return.

He had been trying to balance the search for Cain with managing his relationship with Charlie and the maintenance of his kingdom. While he had been alone in his castle, his work and creating other versions of the toy that he had given Charlie when she was born were the only things to occupy his time. It was harder to balance all three missions that he had, but he was glad he had already set a precedent with his people so that they didn’t expect him to be out and in the public eye as Lilith had been.

Lucifer sat down at his desk and then opened the map of the population of Hell so that he could look it over. He had taken some of the technology that the VoxTek demon had created and then warped it with his own magic from the deepest bowels of Hell so that it would allow him to do what he needed much easier than before. He used to have to pour over enchanted paper maps that had been drawn with a pencil on a moving vehicle, which was good for the time but far outdated now. In the modern day, he had the proper technology to do what he needed.

The first thing that he did was make sure that all of the Overlords were accounted for and he didn’t have to have any meetings with new ones. When the sinners took power over certain parts of Hell, he had to negotiate contracts with them so that they wouldn’t try to usurp his power. He’d had a couple of people try to do that in the past, but they had been dealt with swiftly and quickly. It had still been annoying, so he made sure to take preventative measures against it while also maintaining some semblance of order in his kingdom.

He paused when he got to his castle, flicking the screen so that it zoomed in. There was an energy signature in the garden that there shouldn’t have been. He knew that the servants he still had maintaining the property sometimes explored further into the gardens than they usually did, but none of them ever went to the sacred land where he had first fallen. The being that was standing in the dead center of the crater was far different than the energy of the imps anyway, something familiar and strange at the same time.

He had felt something change when he was at dinner with Charlie but had tried to ignore it as another human coming to Hell that was more powerful than the others had been. That had been happening a lot more recently, especially with the change in how Heaven dealt with their own human souls. This energy felt familiar in the same way that Cain had when he had first noticed his son, but different at the same time. The magic rolling off of them felt like returning home, like a field of tall grass dotted with all kinds of flowers and a breath of fresh air. The worst part of it was that it felt a bit like Heaven, that crisp taste of clean white on his tongue and the tinge of cleaner in the back of his nose.

Lucifer stood and rushed towards the window of his room. He didn’t know what he was going to be facing, but he knew that if it was some kind of new threat that Heaven had sent down to him. He had known that Lilith was going to be upset now that her deal with his ex-lover had ended due to his death, but he hadn’t expected Heaven to go along with another one of her ideas. They were already so ashamed of the extermination that sending another being down to get messed up in their plans felt out of character for them.

As he flew, he began to take his kingly form. His wings had already stretched out behind him, but now they were taking a different shape. When he was an angel they had been fluffy and white, tinged with an undertone of red and blue to signify his place amongst the Seraphim. He still had the ability to show that version of himself to onlookers thanks to the magic that let him shapeshift, but that wasn’t the natural form that his wings took. It was more comfortable for him to be in the form that the land had granted him, so that was what he took when he was going to be using more magic than he had since Charlie’s birth.

By the time that he had landed, his entire form had changed. His horns had grown massive on his head and now held a ball of flickering fire between them, the bright red that burned along all the walls of his palace instead of the electric lighting that the rest of Hell had taken during the centuries. His tail had emerged again and was lashing protectively behind him, the point deadly and sharp enough that it was cutting down the grass around him. His skin had taken on a dark red and golden shimmer to it, like the power was coming off of him in waves.

The first thing that Lucifer did when he landed was take stock of the things around him. He was able to tap into more of his powers when he was touching the land that had given him these abilities in the first place, so he could tell where each of the servants and other beings were on the castle grounds. Nothing seemed out of place there, all of them going about their duties as if nothing had happened. The only thing that was different was in the little courtyard that he had built around the place where he had first landed. Lilith had hated that he immortalized the location where he had been rejected from his first family. He used to think it was because it represented the callousness that Heaven had treated him with, but now he was inclined to believe that it was because the marker was a remembrance to the fact that he’d had a life outside of her with other people he had loved.

The massive crater in the ground was only part of what he had created out of the location, the statue was a bigger piece. It was a stone version of himself and his son, halfway between their demonic forms and their angelic forms. Of course, Ozzie had only taken on his Sin and demonic appearances when they had traveled back to Lust on his hundredth birthday, when his magic was finally ready and capable to be used to rule over that portion fo the land. The idea behind the statue meant more than the factual accuracy of it, though, so Lucifer had never pointed that out to anybody.

There was something different about the statue now. Near the base of Lucifer’s broken three wings, the ones that were feathery and pointed up towards the sky where he had fallen, was a crumbled shape of something brown and gray. It was shuddering slightly and twitching as it moved, which meant that it wasn’t a bit of fabric or what he had originally thought.

He stepped forward, nearing the figure. He was trying to get a good reading on the energy that the being possessed to figure out if they were a demon, a sinner, or an animal of some kind. A shock ran through his system as he found trace amounts of angelic energy just as he had back at the hotel when he was on his computer. While flying over, he had hoped that it was something that had been put into glitchy software, since he had altered it on his own without help from other people.

He found that his first inkling of something angelic had been correct, though. As he stepped closer, the smell of something clean in the very back of his nose grew so intense that he felt like he was going to die on the spot. He pressed on, until he was brought to his knees in front of the being and rolling them over to ask what was wrong.

His heart stopped then in his chest as his eyes fell upon the face of a lover long lost. Adam’s sun-tanned skin had lightened after years and millenia of hiding it underneath a mask and in the perfect realm of Heaven, but all his other features had remained just the same. His eyes were closed but his lashes were still long enough to rest along his graceful and freckle-covered cheeks. He had filled out with the lack of work that he’d had to do during his rewarding afterlife, but his cheekbones and jawline remained the same with the bit of brown stubble clinging to them. The only thing that had changed was the gray clinging to the edges of his hairline, where his ears should have been. They had elongated into something akin to a sheep’s ears, hanging close to his chin when they weren’t perking up due to the sounds around him.

Lucifer leaned down, beholden and awestruck by the form in front of him. Gone were the white and yellow robes that he had always donned when he was descending from the heavens to kill hundreds if not thousands of Lucifer’s people on a deal that his ex-wife had made for her own pleasure and ego. They had been replaced by a primitive wrap made out of dried grass that clung to his body tightly, specifically over the hips and stomach that had swollen time and time again as he had born children in the Garden of Eden. One of which had been Lucifer’s son, the child that he had left Adam all alone with in his banishment.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to do now. He had wanted Adam to come back so badly, but he had no idea what he was meant to do once that wish had been granted. So much of his life had been scrambling for something that would never be gifted. First love from one of his brethren, then relief from the demands of pregnancy, then the touch of another human on heated skin, then a return back to a home that he would never know, then the brush of godhood that came with bearing another child in a realm God could not touch, and finally the presence of his children. Adam had been the one thing that he had longed for more than anything, the one thing that he knew was so far out of his grasp that he would never be able to hold it again as long as the structures that God had made were stable.

And yet, the man in question was laying in the dirt of his garden.

Lucifer took a hesitant step forward before another and another. He then collapsed down onto the ground in front of Adam, brushing his darkened fingertips over the tanned face before him. His fingers trailed down his cheek and to his chin as they had done nearly ten thousand years ago, when the biggest thing that he’d had to worry about was if the baby was going to wake up before they had finished their activities together. His eyes drifted down to Adam’s stomach, which he had remembered being ever so slightly swollen with child the last time the two of them had really com in contact with each other. There was a bit of a gut laying over the toned muscle from all the fighting he had done when he had traveled down to Hell, but the babe was long since born and raised.

He startled backwards so hard that he immediately fell down onto his ass when he realized that bright glowing red eyes were staring up at him from once shut eyes. “Adam?” he asked. Despite the fact that he was in his demonic form and in the place that was most sacred to him, he was still scared. He had lived for several millennia knowing that the one person that he loved most had it out for him more than all the others did, and that had warped his sense of safety quite significantly.

“Ah, fucking shit,” the First Man groaned, his hands immediately moving to cradle his head. He let out a gasp when he felt the tiny beginnings of horns nestled in the mats of brown hair that were covering his head. He sat up and then immediately whanged his forehead into the stone statue that he had been curled up under.

Lucifer reached out with a laugh and brought him into the sunlight. While Hell was often depicted as being nothing but fire and brimstone, sometimes also depicted as something that was frozen and inhospitable, but it was very similar to earth. There had been people and other beings there before Lucifer had fallen and long before the first sinner in the form of Lilith had joined their ranks. The grass that grew around his statue was long and blew in the wind in a very similar way to what they had experienced when they were in the Garden, which only served to make him feel even more like he had tumbled back in time while flying to his castle. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“I fucking hit my head against whatever the fuck that is, do I look alright to you?” Adam asked. His voice was gruffer than when they had first met, weathered by years of using it to yell after child and groan when birthing them.

“I mean, you’ve already died twice so it’s not like there’s a lot that can happen to your brain any longer,” Lucifer replied. The words flowed so easily from him and into the open air between them, it felt like nothing had ever changed.

Adam’s eyes widened when he heard that he had died for a second time, apparently just taking in where he was and the fact that his body had changed. He brought his hands up in front of his body and looked over his hands, turning them over and over. “I guess I did,” he finally said. He looked back up at Lucifer and then grinned with the smile that the angel remembered from the Garden instead of the one that he had always sported when he was coming down to Hell to exterminate his people. “If I’m in Hell as a demon, then I can do this, right?” he asked.

Before Lucifer could ask what he meant, he had surged forward and connected their lips together in a kiss. It felt like the last time that they had done it, back when Lucifer was an Angel and had only ever carried a singular child in his womb. He reached up and placed his hands on either side of the sinner’s face so that he could deepen their kiss. The brush of their lips on top of each other, the dancing of their tongues, the awkward clank of teeth as they tried to relearn bodies they had once known so well. It all sent rushes of love and adoration throughout his body so that he felt like he had when he had first tapped into his magic while in the Garden.

Something had misaligned itself inside of him when he fell, something that he had never been able to put back in its rightful place. He had tried for years and years, assuming at first that it was the romantic love that he needed to get from the woman that became his wife and then assuming that it was the absence of a child in his arms. While he still felt the gap in his life that his children had left, he now knew that broken piece of him was the place that Adam was meant to fill. They had loved and cherished each other so dearly that it was almost a given that they would only feel whole when they found each other again.

The kiss broke too quickly after it had started, but it only took a moment of them looking at each other with heavy lidded eyes before they slammed back together like magnets facing opposite directions.

Lucifer could feel hands traveling up and down his body. They brushed first against his shoulders to hold him in place and then to push him down into the high grass of the little meadow around his crater and statue. The feeling of the grass brushing against his face and arms brought him back to the happiest time in his life, when he had lost Michael but had his darling baby and a new lover to comfort him through it. Those thoughts mixed together with the arousal that was already pooling in his gut to make him feel so warm that he was transforming into a star.

His demonic form began to slip away from him so that it was safer for him to interact with another being in that kind of an intimate situation. His horns remained just as long as they had been and his wings were splayed out in all their red-leather glory to either side of his body, but the fire that traced down his back and swirled in a fiery ball over his head disappeared. His claws retracted back into his fingers so that he could brush the tips over Adam’s own heated skin, stimulating him back in a way that Lilith had never allowed.

Adam squeezed any bit of flesh that he was able to access as hard as he could. It was a bit painful, but in a way that fueled the spinning ball of twine that sat in Lucifer’s gut. He was getting hot with his arousal, to the point where he knew that he couldn’t keep his clothes on for much longer. He continued to enjoy the moment that they were experiencing with each other, grasping at the robe that Adam was wearing to try and get it off his body.

“You’re just as eager as you were when you were knocked up in the Garden,” Adam growled into his ear.

Despite all the trauma he had gained from his last pregnancy, despite the fact that had vowed to himself that he wouldn’t carry another baby because it would only end in pain for everyone involved, he moaned. He adored the thought of Adam watching Lucifer play around with his wife while heavy with the child of another, he loved the reminder of what it had been like to gently show Adam what sex was like only to leave him heavy and burdened with Cain.

“You’re a dirty boy, watching us from the tree line while your wife fucked me,” Lucifer grinned.

“I can already tell how much you like it,” Adam growled. He had always had some huskiness to his voice, but now that he was a sinner instead of a saint it had grown in multitudes. It made Lucifer feel absolutely devious, he wanted to be devoured and consumed in every single way that he could be.

“I do like it, but that doesn’t mean that I should like it with you,” Lucifer replied. He placed his hands on either side of Adam’s shoulders and then flipped them over. The sinner was splayed out on the ground with his hair in the grass, catching the sun and making him look like the old paints of the Saints. “You decided that you were going to stay in the Garden instead of coming with me and only left when Eve told you that you had to. Then you came down into my kingdom and hurt me people and one of my daughters. What am I meant to do with that? Memories are good but the future is now.”

To accentuate his point, he ground his hips down into the raging erection that Adam was sporting. Lucifer was aware of the fact that the demonic transformation that a lot of sinners faced also affected their genitalia, he had heard rumors about snake and shark demons having two cocks or moth sinners that laid hoards of eggs, but he hadn’t anticipated it on the First Man. Usually, when he and Adam fooled around in the Garden, Adam was the one on the receiving end of a cock. Lucifer had felt it before, of course, when they tried the other way around before Adam had determined that he liked it the other way around.

Those few experiences, as well as the times that he had stroked the man off while fucking him as hard as he could, had made him well acquainted with Adam’s cock. He was able to immediately fell that it had grown several inches and was now about as thick as his forearm. He could feel his own member growing so hard that it ached in his pants, but that was nothing compared to the way that his cunt was spasming and begging for anything to be buried inside of it.

There was a twitch from under him that brought him back to his mind. He hadn’t even realized that he had drifted into his own fantasies about what it would be like to get speared until that moment. He quickly snapped back to reality and tightened his hold on Adam’s arms. “Why don’t you show me that you’re sorry and then we can talk about you getting this pretty pussy pleasured?” Lucifer asked.

“You think that I’m going to risk getting knocked up by you again? No thanks. Especially when I know how pretty you are while you’ve got a big ass bump,” Adam growled. He managed to break the hold that the devil had on him and ran his fingers down the place where his babies had been nestled hundreds of years ago at the most recent. “I want you to ride my cock, babe. Let me worship you the way that people should have been since the very beginning, Morningstar.”

That stunned him enough that the only thing he could do was sit there with his mouth slightly agape. Adam’s hands, now completely free from his hold, began to travel over the myriad of buttons on the front of his waistcoat and button down shirt. He leaned back just a bit, so that his shoulderblades and wings hit the front of Adam’s legs and knees. He gaped as he watched the fingers that he had fallen so far in love with, not just because of the sexual pleasure that they brought him but also because of the way that they made him feel loved and cherished when they danced over his skin, undo each button one by one.

Adam traveled up to undo his waistcoat and then down to remove the shirt underneath it. Lucifer was glad that he had decided to forgo any kind of tie or bowtie that day, so that Adam had easier access to his entire body without another bit of fabric being in the way. The sinner pushed the material of his shirt and waistcoat off of his shoulders so that he was more exposed than he had been before.

The wind picked up as it traveled down from the top of the castle to where they were both laying in the little meadow. It caused goosebumps to pop up on his flesh and his nipples to become pert without even a bit of arousal traveling up to them.

“Damn, I knew that you’d had more kids since we slept together last but being the King of Hell must have really helped with your stretch marks,” Adam commented. The only marks that were on Lucifer’s bosom were from the first two children that he had carried since his chest had been bound and then the milk removed from it when he had given birth to his third child. Now wasn’t the time to say something like that, not when he was so close to being treated as gently as he desperately wanted to be.

So he leaned down and brought his lips together with Adam’s. He snapped the other man’s clothes off of him so that the robe was spread out against the grass below them. It was as if he were recreating the experience that he’d had with Lilith all those millenia ago, making it so that he was intertwined with the person that he had really wanted to be with instead of the person that was willing to do the dirty work. He had never blamed Adam for not being willing to sleep with him at that point in their relationship, he was married and still holding out hope that his wife would learn to love him. That had never happened, and now Adam’s only purpose was to be held and loved by the King of Hell.

“I didn’t know that you could do that, you should have done it more when we were in the Garden. Would have made it easier with the baby,” Adam commented. His thick fingered were now working open the clasp that kept Lucifer’s belt together.

“I don’t want to talk about the garden or my children,” Lucifer shook his head. If he thought too hard about any of the babies that he had helped create directly then he was going to crumble back into that black maw of depression that sat heavy in his chest at all times. He also knew that if he thought too much about the Garden then he was going to get weepy about things that might have been.

“Alright, demanding too. Daddy like,” Adam laughed. He had finally managed to slip the leather from the loopholes that had helped keep Lucifer’s pants on and discarded it towards the statue. He reached down and quickly began to unzip his pants and shove them, along with his boxers, down so that the fallen angel was just as exposed as he was. “Damn, you’re fucking beautiful.”

“Are you going to do something about it?” Lucifer asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow at him.

“You know that I am,” the First Man replied with a grin that made the other feel as though he was about to be consumed.

Adam’s hands moved back to his ass, one of his palms cupping the entirely of his flesh. He dragged the other being closer to him by that hold so that both of Lucifer’s feet were on either side of his head. He could feel the way that his toes were being tickled by the grass, the sensation adding to the wonderful excitement of what was to come. Adam grinned at him again before his tongue darted out of his mouth, revealing the fact that during his transformation when he reformed in Hell, it had also lengthened and gotten much thicker.

Lucifer let out an excited little gasp as he opened his legs further so that Adam had more access to his cunt and cock. The other being rewarded him for this by licking up his length and then focusing on his wet folds. “Already soaking for me, baby, I like that,” Adam growled into him. He licked a stripe up the other man’s cunt and then dove his tongue deep into the folds, thrusting with it to get the fallen angel as riled as he could be.

Lucifer felt as though he were disintegrating around the tongue inside of him. It had been so long since he had been pleasured by anything other than the assortment of toys that he had shamefully ordered about a hundred years after their invention. He had added to it every time that the humans on earth brought something new to his realm, but none of it would ever compare to what was happening now.

The coil inside of him grew tighter and tighter until it was almost ready to release. Adam must have been able to tell that his cunt was beginning to throb less and tighten more, because that was when he retracted his tongue back into his mouth. “Ah, ah, baby. The reason that you got that wet for me in the first place was because I promised the king of Hell another spare.”

“Don’t- don’t refer to my children like that,” Lucifer flinched back.

Adam, the person that had hated him more than the rest of the entire universe only a couple of weeks prior, seemingly realized that he had made a mistake. His eyes softened and he reached one of his massive hands up to Lucifer’s face, cupping the soft material there before he shuffled them around. Lucifer plopped down into Adam’s lap, which made his slicked cunt rub up against the erection that the First Man was sporting. He let out a wanton moan, throwing his head back so that the shaggy locks of blond hair haloed his face the way that Adam had been earlier.

Despite the fact that they had long since fallen, there was always going to be some bit of Heaven clinging to them like an illness that one couldn’t quite shake. Lucifer thought that it made them both look beautiful, copulating a relationship that had gotten them spurned from the place that was supposed to be an eternal paradise so that they could make something far better with each other.

Now that they were facing each other properly, Adam took the hand that he had used to cup Lucifer’s head to bring their lips together in another kiss. This one was just as passionate as the others had been, but somehow more passive. It was worshipful in a sense, just as the sinner had promised it would be when they started their game of chase.

He savored every bit of it, memorizing it as it was and not what he would dream of it being when he was left alone again. Lucifer’s mind was then cleared of all thought as he felt his hips be tipped backwards so that Adam’s cock could brush down his folds again. He whined when the tip entered him and then the shaft followed. He had been filled with many things before, either through the rendezvous that he had with other angels when he was in Heaven or his wife in Hell or the toys that he had kept himself occupied with, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of being reunited with the man that he had loved so much for so long.

They just sat like that for a while, Adam buried entirely inside of Lucifer’s cunt and their lips meeting together again and again. It was a miraculous feeling, but the pleasure that he got when Adam started moving made the fullness feel like nothing. He was wracked with the euphoria of it, his body shaking as his thighs struggled to bring him up and down.

Adam brough his massive hands down to either of Lucifer’s hips, helping him move so that the fallen angel could meet his thrusts. Lucifer had already become susceptible to Sin and fallen, but he knew that if he had experienced this kind of pleasure and desire when he was in Heaven then he simply would have fallen through the clouds and down into Hell on the spot.

When his orgasm finally snapped in his gut and made every single one of his muscles tighten and release at the same time, he knew that no other sexual encounter would ever be able to match that one. It felt like coming home after far too long of being gone, it felt like stepping down onto the ground for the first time and getting that amazing rush of power, it felt like being reunited with his first love in a way that he had only dreamed of. Most of all, it felt like he had been properly put back together and wasn’t going to crumble at even the smallest of breeze.

They both slowly came down from their climaxes, Adam buried all the way inside of Lucifer and clinging to him like he was going to disappear. Their mouths were mere centimeters from each other as they panted for energy and air, exhausted after the tribulations of their exertions. It was a moment that Lucifer never wanted to end, even if he knew that the milky white cum inside of him was likely already working its way through his fertile womb to make another being that he would never be able to properly care for, despite his lack of trying. The fact that he never wanted the moment to end meant that it had to, of course.

Adam let out a groan of pain as he tilted his head forward so that it was resting on Lucifer’s shoulder. He gave a small shudder and mumbled something about his head as the magic in the air around them crackled. Lucifer turned his head to the side just in time to see who massive horns begin to grow from Adam’s forehead, right where the nubs had been lost in his hair beforehand. The fingers clinging to his hips bit into the flesh as claws grew from the tips of his nails, uncontrollable with the pain that the First Man was going through.

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” Adam whispered, his voice pained and small.

The words of explanation had tumbled from his lips as soon as they had appeared in his mind, a gift from the land that they were resting on top of. “There was this prophecy, well there were a lot of prophecies for the native peoples that occupied this land, but there was this specific one that would always get brought up. Lilith was obsessed with it from the moment that she learned about it and I could never understand why it was such a big deal to her. But I think it was because she always knew that it wasn’t about her, some part of her was aware that another person was going to come along and fulfill it.”

“Are you going to tell me what this has to do with my entire fucking body changing again or do I have to piece it together?” Adam grumbled as he pressed the hand on his forehead even harder against his skull to numb more of the pain.

“Right, right, sorry,” Lucifer shook his head to get his thoughts back in order. “The prophecy states that the first of the Fallen would reunite with a Sinner lover that they had known during their life, and that the two of them would create a child that would unite the land of Hell.”

“So that’s Charlie, right?” Adam asked. He sat back so that his head was hanging into the shadows cast by the statue, trying to ebb the flow of blood that had been caused by the horns erupting into their current shape faster than the skin of his body could handle.

“Lilith desperately wanted it to be. She was said to be the First Sinner in the beginning of Hell, back when we were trying to establish our rule and get the other Sins set up. But her powers were more inclined towards a succubus, especially now that I know more about that realm. I think that she actually got transformed into a demon when she was in the desert around Eden instead of dying like I always thought. I think that you’re the only sinner that I ever knew well when they were alive.”

“Does… does that mean we’re going to have another baby?” Adam asked.

Lucifer placed his hand on his stomach as he thought about it. Having Adam being the person that was mentioned in that specific prophecy made so much sense and explained why he had never felt that magical bond with Lilith outside of her assuming a certain title. He was the first fallen angel and very sacred to the peoples that had lived in his realm before he ruled over it, but Adam was the first man and the first sinner so would fit into a sacred place for the human souls. Together they would unite the factions that had lived separately for so long, creating harmony in Hell where there had been wars and the breaking of sacredness between demons and sinners.

“I think so,” he replied with a shy smile. It dropped off his face almost immediately as he asked, “Is that okay? I know that I’m the most hated being in the entire universe, so it would make sense if you didn’t want to follow the prophecy of the land and have a baby with me or marry me.”

“You know I only said that shit because Sera was listening, right? I originally pitched the idea of an extermination so that I could come down here and talk to you properly without the hubbub of other angels or saints around me. Then on the day of the first one I found out that she had created me an army with five hundred female angels that she could use to spy on me while I came down. So I was never actually going to be able to sneak off and find you like I wanted.”

“You wanted to come and find me?” Lucifer asked, bringing his eyes up from where he had been staring at his hands. He had never been told that he was wanted before, not like that. Lilith had said that she wanted him, but he had always known that he was a means to an end the same way that he had been to Michael. Mammon had only ever wanted him for a moment, a friend comforting a friend after they had been through something deeply traumatic. Adam, on the other hand, wanted him enough to risk the wrath of the Almighty and come to find him.

“Of course I did. I never actually got to tell you that Cain was yours. I only found out that you didn’t know that after you fell, so I wanted to let you know that you had another kid running around earth,” Adam explained with a small shrug. Despite the way that he was trying his hardest to be nonchalant about the entire thing, Lucifer could tell that he actually cared very deeply.

“I learned that he was mine when I felt him for the first time, while trying to find Lilith on earth,” Lucifer explained with a small smile. He collected his clothing from where it had been scattered in the grass around them, pulling it back onto his body while Adam continued to nurse the headache his horns had given him.

“She’s in Heaven,” Adam said. “Am I coming with you or do I have to find some hovel to live in with the other Sinners?”

Lucifer smiled shyly at him, feeling excitement and nerves pool in his stomach. “If you want to live with me then you can, but I think that the two of us have a lot that we have to talk about.”

“That’s the understatement of the fucking entirety of time,” Adam laughed, slowly rising to his feet as well.

---

They did end up getting some amount of talking done. It was nothing compared to the amount of sex that they had, but most of the topics that Lucifer was worried about had been covered in the first week that they were back together.

It was determined that they had loved each other since they were back in the garden and they were going to try to pursue a relationship with each other. Boundaries and triggers were discussed, but that conversation had mostly been Adam dragging the shit that Lilith had put the fallen angel through out of him with a crowbar. It was hard to think about her when he was curled into the side of his new lover, dreaming of what could have been if Adam had been the one to lead him out into the desert instead of Lilith.

They also discovered that with the demonic form that Adam had gained after their first time consummating their relationship game apparently came with some interesting powers. When they weren’t being overly gushy about being in love with each other or letting Adam rawdog Lucifer into the next century, they were trying to get his magic balanced out enough that it wouldn’t blow a hole through the nearest wall.

During that time, he had completely forgotten about Charlie and the fact that he had agreed to help her with the hotel. It was tickling the back of his mind, trying to remind him that he had something else to do, but that was entirely overshadowed when he noticed that the usually borderline-concave of the space between his hips was beginning to fill out again. It was something that he knew was coming, the child had to be conceived so that the prophecy in Hell could be fulfilled and he wasn’t exactly being careful.

He had told Adam a little bit ago and had gotten a gentle kiss in return, but he wasn’t quite sure what that meant. He was almost glad that it hadn’t been a bigger reaction because that would have reminded him of the way that Lilith had been so fixated on making him carry a child for her. He wished that he had known why she wanted a baby so badly at the time, he might have been able to push her off for longer or make sure that Charlie wasn’t raised with expectations that she was never going to be able to meet. It was too late for all that now, though, so he had to focus on making the future for the child inside of him as positive and loving as possible.

He was currently sitting in the parlor that he and Adam had taken to using as a living room, watching as the other demon moved through the magical meditations that Lucifer had taught him. He wasn't’ sure if a sinner’s connection to the land was going to be similar enough to his for them to actually work, but he hadn’t been able to think of anything else that might help. Lucifer let one of his hands travel to his stomach, brushing over the spot where the bump was not getting visibly noticeable around his clothing. He had yet to drag any of his maternity clothes from Charlie out of the back of his closet, worried that it would bring him back to that awful time in his life.

Almost as if she had been summoned by him thinking about her, he heard a knock on the door and her voice ring out through the long hallways of the palace. “Dad? Are you home? The staff said that you were but they might be lying to me so that you can hide for longer,” she accused.

Lucifer glanced at Adam and found that the other man was wearing the same startled expression that he was. He hadn’t realized how long he had gone without seeing his daughter again and immediately he was overwhelmed with guilt. He had been trying to hard to repair the rift between the two of them because he knew that there were only so many chances that he could get before they were all gone and he was left entirely and completely alone.

“Charlie! We’re in here!” he yelled.

There was the sound of pounding footsteps and Lucifer immediately regretted not going to meet his daughter in the hallway. He loved the fact that she had made so many friends when she was running her hotel, but he didn’t trust them the way that she did and was worried that they wouldn’t be as friendly to Adam as she might be. He had just stood up so that he could close the door before anyone other than his youngest, for the present time, saw what he was talking about.

He then stopped, his eyes going wide as he saw a face that he assumed he was never going to be blessed with again, outside of the times when they had to see each other to rule their lands.

“Are the rest of us allowed to come in as well?” Ozzie asked.

“I…” Lucifer trailed off.

“Surprised to see us?” Satan asked as she stepped around Charlie and into the room. “Charlie let us know that you tried reaching out and being a dad to her, and only her mind you, but that you had disappeared. We tried to tell her that was just something that you did but she wouldn’t listen to us and insisted that we come to find you.”

Almost all of his children were standing in the room with him at that present moment. He could see Adam’s eyes widening as he tried to take in the appearance of two sins and the heir to Hell’s throne. It had to be a lot for the demon, seeing as he had also just acquired a new form and fallen from the only land that he had ever known.

“I… I thought that the two of you wouldn’t want anything to do with me. You told me that you didn’t several times when I tried to reach out,” Lucifer defended. That part of his mind that told him to just let it go when his pride was hurt reared up again, but the magic that was flowing from his womb told him that he shouldn’t listen to it. “I tried to be the best father that I could to all of you, but there were a lot of circumstances that prevented me from being what you needed. I’m sorry that I couldn’t fulfill your needs, but it wasn’t for lack of trying.”

Satan folded her arms over her chest and stared down at the ground in front of her. Ozzie stepped around his sisters and then wrapped his father up in a hug, whispering, “I know, Dad.”

“You do?”

“I’m beginning to realize just how complicated families are and I’m trying harder not to blame you for shit that you couldn’t control. If you’re wondering, I’m not pregnant and neither are either of my partners, I’m just helping one of my boyfriends work through the absolute disastrous trauma that his shitty father left him with. It reminds me a lot of our family, Blitz’s father abused everyone around him but was particularly rough with his family and pitted them against each other constantly. His mom tried her best, but there was only so much that she could do when she was sick and also being abused, you know? Reminds me a bit of our family even if our mom was the one that sucked and our dad was the one trying to defend us. Lilith was fucking awful to both me and Satan, but I know that she was even worse to you. I mean, making you go to a meeting while you’re in labor is barbaric! Not to mention that we heard some of the fights that the two of you got in when we were little,” Ozzie winced.

“She did what?” Adam asked.

Charlie apparently only then realized that he was in the room. She spread her legs as she took a fighting stance and then summoned her trident, black and pink as she found her own color palet, into her hand. “What do you think that you’re doing down here? You’ve been killing my people for decades!”

“He didn’t have a choice, Charlie!” Lucifer said quickly as he stepped between her and Adam. He was beginning to feel a bit lightheaded with how quickly he was breathing. He was so glad that this pregnancy was going easier on him than the one with Charlie had, he didn’t know if he could bare all the excitement while also wanting to vomit up everything he had ever eaten.

The two shared a small glance with each other before they turned back to the girl that they had such a complicated history with. “Adam suggested the exterminations as a way to have an excuse so that he could come and visit me. He never wanted to kill our people but Sera had him backed into a corner so he had to or he would be punished. And I think you know what kind of punishments Heaven likes to deal out.”

She didn’t look so sure about what he was saying but still put her weapon and horns away. She looked so much like him and so little like her mother when she was in her demonic form, it made Lucifer incredibly proud of her.

“Wait, are the two of you together?” Satan asked, finally snapping out of whatever was going on in her mind to look between the two of them.

“Uh,” Adam answered, his eyes wide and panicked as he looked between the horde of children in front of him and his partner.

“We are,” Lucifer nodded. “We were together in the Garden and decided that we wanted to take a second chance at it. After all, Adam is the sinner that was mentioned in the prophecy.”

Charlie stood in the center of the room, totally awestruck by what her father had said. “But I thought that was about me?” she asked, shaking slightly.

“Oh, love,” Lucifer whispered. He brought his daughter into his arms and pet her silky hair with his hand. He rocked her back and forth gently as she cried, what he wished he had been able to do for all of his children when they were going through something as deeply traumatic as what she was. He hadn’t been able to do it with them before, but now things had changed and he was in charge of making his own rules about what he could and couldn't do for his children.

She cried as long and hard as she wanted, everyone else standing around rather awkwardly. When she had finished, he brought her to the couch and had her sit down so that he could call some tea. He gestured for everyone else to do the same since it was clear that they all had to talk.

It was hard and long, not something that he really wanted to do. He had to tell his children about what Lilith had done to him when they were married and why he had never been able to stick up for them the way that they needed him to. He listened to them as they told him about the things that Lilith had put them through in turn, though they explained that at the time she was claiming it would help them become better sins. Adam listened to all of them and rubbed Lucifer’s back whenever anything got particularly challenging.

By the time that his children left, he was physically and emotionally drained but also felt better than he had in a long time. He felt as though he had finally gone to a doctor and had the scabs removed from a wound that would never heal, letting the puss and infection run out of him until the only thing that was left was pure golden blood. He wasn’t going to magically get the relationship that he wanted with them, nothing would ever be able to put him back in time so that he could fix the mistakes that he had made, but some relationship with them was better than nothing at all.

It was only him and Adam in the darkened parlor now, Lucifer leaning back against the loveseat that he had been perched in all day. He had already spilled so much of his heart that it felt like almost nothing as he said, “Do you want this baby? I know that you said that you wanted me, but all of my children including the one that I’m going to be bearing soon is another thing entirely.”

Adam had been tidying up some of the candy wrappers that Charlie and Satan, who had gotten along better than Lucifer had thought that they would, had left scattered over the couch. He dumped them down onto the coffee table with their long forgotten tea and then made a b-line over for Lucifer. He knelt down in front of his people, his golden gaze so overwhelming that it made Lucifer feel like his very soul was on display for the other man. “Lucifer, I want anything and everything that you are willing to give me. I want to fuse our bodies together so that I never have to be worried about being separated again. I want you to bring our son home so that you can meet him properly and I want you to carry and birth as many babies as you want so that we can have a chance at being a proper family again.

“You always did love baby animals,” Lucifer said affectionately. He brushed his hands over the side of Adam’s face before he leaned down and brought their lips together in a sweet kiss.

It was strange to be given total autonomy with his pregnancy and life in general. Lilith had made sure that he presented himself in a certain way so that they could preserve the image of the royal family. Adam didn’t seem to think that way and appeared to be perfectly ready to let Lucifer life and love however he wanted. It was definitely going to take some getting used to, but that was the kind of getting used to that he had always wanted.

---

Eventually, they determined that it was better to move in with Charlie at her hotel. None of the kids ever wanted to come visit them because of the memories that they had associated with it. Lucifer had also been getting nightmares of the last time that he was pregnant, so it was an overall better decision to live there.

Just as he had thought, many of the residents of the hotel that knew Adam’s identity and the role he had played in the extermination weren’t too fond of him. They adjusted rather quickly when they saw how much of an act he had been putting on for Sera and the other exorcists, but relaxed even further when they saw how comfortable he was around Charlie and vice versa.

Lucifer was spending more time with each of his children. He was helping Charlie run the hotel since he was more reliable than a sinner would be. He also spent a lot of time talking with Ozzie and Satan on the phone or texting them about how their days were. Satan came to visit him almost every single Monday, where they would cuddle and watch movies or play games and let her have some quiet time. Ozzie often came to the both of them with questions about what he should do to help his partners and things that would make for romantic and new dates.

The search for Cain had continued much like it had been before Adam returned. Lucifer was currently sitting in the office that he had made himself, having created an entire apartment for him and Adam to occupy. He was exhausted and needed to take a nap, now almost thirty weeks along, but he had just spotted something promising.

He zeroed in on the space on the map that was flickering oddly. It was the same place that Cain had been a couple times before, a murky bog in the middle of nowhere Louisiana. Lucifer couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to spend their time there, but it made sense that Cain would use it to hide from the people that he was always going to cause misfortune to.

He placed both of his feet down onto the stones that made up his office and then pulled the magic up through them from the ground so that it was flowing through him. He focused as hard as he could on the spot on the map, sending his magic to that place on earth. When he felt the echo of a soul that was part of him and part of Adam, he knew that he had found the right thing. He tugged his hand backwards to yank at the echo and bring the physical being on the other side to him.

There was a loud pop in the room as a whole being manifested in his room from another realm. If he had been trying to pull someone from another part of Hell then it would have been much easier, but it was tricky to transcend realms as he was now. He opened his eyes and then beamed when he saw the boy that he now knew was his son.

“What’s going on?” Cain asked, shifting so that he was standing instead of kneeling. He had fallen when he was transported, but there didn’t seem to be any injuries on his body.

“I brought you home, Cain. You may not know me, but I am Lucifer and your sire. I didn’t like the way that God decided to punish you for what I know is an accident, especially not since Abel also found his way here despite being the victim of the accident. I have access to your father and can bring him to you if you want,” Lucifer said. He knew that he hadn’t had any part in raising Cain and had never even met him before, so he wasn’t sure what their relationship was going to end up being.

To his surprise, the man launched himself across the floor and then wrapped him up a tight hug. “Adam always told me that you were my dad, I heard so much about you when I was growing up. Thank you for bringing me here instead of leaving me on earth, I never want to go back there.”

“And you’ll never have to. I know that Heaven doesn’t have anyone watching you, they’re too cocky,” Lucifer scoffed. As many problems as he’d had with his own realm, they were nothing compared to what Heaven had faced when they were trying to make it look like they weren’t struggling. He had always been upset about how many things were falling by the wayside when he had participated in their antics.

“Can I go see Abel? And Adam. I want to see Eve too, she raised me like I was one of her own children even though I wasn’t,” Cain explained.

He rose slowly from his chair, the belly getting in the way of his ease of movement and his balance. He placed one hand on his back to support the weight as he motioned for Cain to follow after him. “Abel is going to need a meeting because he has a job and a family down here that he is very busy with. Trust me, I’ve tried to get him to actually return my calls in a shorter time span than a week and it’s completely futile. Eve… I don’t know how soon we’ll be able to get her in contact with you. She’s a very free spirit and just kind of does whatever she wants whenever she wants. We let her go about her business and don’t bother her and it seems to be what she prefers.”

“Yeah, Mom always liked to be in her own head when she wasn’t taking care of all of us. She had a really rough life before she died,” Cain commented. He then tightened up and turned to look back at Lucifer, “Is it okay for me to call her mom? I don’t know what you want to be referred to, I never got the chance to ask you since I was punished before I really died.”

Lucifer stopped them in the hall so that they could take a moment and simply speak instead of rushing off to the next big thing. He could see the fear of the last ten thousand years wearing hard on Cain’s young face. He brushed his hand over sandy blond hair, a mix between himself and Adam. If things had been different, if he had been permitted to stay in the Garden like he had wanted with the man that he loved, then he would have seen Cain grow into the man that stood before him. “You can call me whatever you like,” Lucifer said softly. “I know that I wasn’t involved in your childhood at all and that makes me not a great parent for you, but I do care a lot about you.”

“I know that you do. Papa always told me that you did, he said that you couldn’t be with us because Heaven had punished you for loving him. I don’t think that’s fair but I of all people know what Heaven is really like,” Cain said. “Thank you for finding me.”

---

The fact that all of his children were finally in one place, a realm where he was connected to the land and could better watch out for them if something were to go awry, made him all the more ready to meet his baby. His pregnancy with the newest inclusion of the Morningstar Family had already been far more pleasant than the pregnancies that he’d had before. He wouldn’t go back and change anything because he loved his children as they were and only wanted to take the pain from them, but was worried that if one string was pulled then it would all come unraveled.

Adam was everything that he could have wished for in a partner and then more. He made sure that Lucifer stayed in bed when he was tired or feeling sick, he brought him ginger when his morning sickness had a flare up around his thirteen week, he was constantly feeling along his stomach for any flutter of movement from inside his swollen belly, and he had even gone so far as to hunt down the food that Lucifer was craving. He had also been very reassuring when Lucifer had worried about whether or not he would be any good around a baby again after never having raised one with a partner that enjoyed his company.

Truthfully, Adam was everything that he had dreamed he would be. The land was taking better care of him now that he was pregnant with the baby that they knew would unite the two waring factions together. Lucifer was allowed to daydream too, he wasn’t forced to do anything that he didn’t want to.

Something about labor always fogged his brain, though. Despite the fact that Adam had been nothing but kind to him and had done half the kingly work since the coronation and wedding that they’d had a couple of weeks after the sinner’s arrival, he was still busying himself the morning that he began to get cramps. His brain had assured him that it was fine because they were just small periods of pressure, something similar to what happened when the baby was laying too close to his spine. It had been told him that labor took forever and he had been in it with Charlie for almost a full day before the baby had come.

He had worked through the entire day while Adam was in his studio down the hall, practicing his guitar so that Lucifer had something nice to listen to while he filled out the massive stack of paperwork tha Mammon had sent him. He only realized how late it had gotten when the notification on his phone went off to remind him that he needed to get ready to go to the Sin meeting.

So he stood up and collected himself, smoothing his hair back and straightening his waistcoat out, before he walked down the hall. He reached Adam’s workshop and then paused, feeling the telltale pain and pressure of a contraction taking over his back. It started at the base of his spine and then crept slowly upwards until suddenly the entire thing had wrapped around his belly and pelvis. He took a deep breath and let it out to soothe some of the pain and pressure, before it was finally gone and he was able to return to himself.

Adam had apparently noticed that something was wrong while he was trying to cope with the contraction. “That another practice one, babe?” he asked.

Lucifer shook his head while he was getting his senses back in order. He’d been having the practice contractions for almost a month now and they had been ramping up in frequency in the last week as his body began to prepare for the delivery of their baby. “Are you ready for the meeting?”

“Shit, it’s that time already?” Adam asked as he glanced at the clock on the wall near the door. He set his guitar down on the chair that he had been sitting on and then grabbed his leather jacket. Now that he was in Hell, he was able to dress the way that he wanted instead of conforming to the way that Heaven expected all of their citizens to present themselves. He had done away with the pastel and faded robes and instead went for anything jewel toned. Today he was in a pair of beat down painters coveralls with a scratched up t-shirt underneath and a leather jacket to wear over the top. Lucifer was fairly certain that Satan had been giving him some of her old clothing with a spell on it to make it fit him.

“You lose yourself in your music so often, my love,” Lucifer teased as he brushed some of Adam’s hair back where it belonged behind his ear. It was beginning to get shaggy and long, like it had been back when the only way he could cut it was with a sharp stone in the Garden.

“I only get to do that because of you, hubby,” Adam grinned. He wrapped his long, muscular arms around Lucifer and then brought him in for a sweet kiss. Lucifer wrinkled his nose at the nickname, it was one of his least favorite but that was the reason that Adam used it in the first place, and then kissed back.

They pulled apart from each other and then began down the hallway so that they could get going from the meeting. Lucifer let out a hum of pain and paused his walk for only a second. The words that Lilith had spoken to him the last time that he was in labor echoed through his mind and he stepped forward despite the insane amount of pressure that was erupting in his pelvis.

“Babe, you okay?” Adam asked worriedly as he turned back so he could face his partner.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, though he knew that his voice was tight.

Lucifer tried to continue down the hall so that he could get to the meeting faster. He knew how long it had gone last time that a partner had found out he was laboring when they had work to do, so he was trying to avoid that happening again. Adam didn’t follow, however, and instead caught him before he had even gotten half a yard away from him. “Are you in labor?” Adam breathed, eyes wide with fear.

“I think so, but I promise that I can make it through the meeting. Please don’t be mad at me, I’m doing my best to fulfill my duties,” Lucifer said. He knew that Adam was different than Lilith, had never treated him the same way that she had, but his mind was already so distraught from being in labor. He wasn’t thinking clearly and he had never been able to do so throughout all of his pregnancies.

The other demon reached his hand up and brushed Lucifer’s hair back behind his ear before he kissed his forehead. “Baby, you’re okay. I’m not going to force you to attend a really long and boring meeting while you’re in labor. You’re going to go back to our room and change into your birthing robe.”

“What if it turns out that I’m not actually in labor?” Lucifer asked, wringing his hands in front of his swollen stomach. He let out a small groan as he felt the pressure return to him in full force. He didn’t know if the adrenaline rush or the promise of getting to stay home had shifted his labor a bit, but the contractions were already beginning to feel more serious.

“Then we’re going to pretend that we just forgot,” Adam laughed. “Babe, you’re the King of Hell. There’s nothing that anyone else can say against you without you threatening to smite them and it holding actual fucking weight. Plus, if anyone gives you shit then I’ll give them Hell right back.”

It was just the kind of response that he had been hoping for when he’d had Charlie. Of course it was said in the way that Adam always phrased things, with the vulgarity and threats that had made Lucifer fall so deeply in love with him. He may not have had the things he needed or wanted to when he had his youngest daughter, but he was having the perfect do over with his new husband. “Okay,” Lucifer beamed.

As soon as he gave the affirmative, Adam took his arm gently and led him back to the bedroom. He was undressed from the suit that he had put on for work when he thought they were going to the meeting and then put on something comfortable. Adam’s shirts always hung down to his knees and a bit off his shoulder, so it was comfortably stretched over his bump and let his skin breathe. Adam changed into a pair of sweats and one of his shirts as well, joking that they matched as he grabbed at his gut.

They settled down in the living room so that they could watch whatever was on TV while Lucifer labored. They ate their dinner alone and Lucifer was able to get something that didn’t make him nauseous. It was about an hour after the meeting should have ended when Lucifer got a call from Satan. She had returned to being a daddy’s girl and it made Lucifer happier than anything else in the world.

“Hello love,” Lucifer said when he answered the phone.

“Dad, are you okay? You didn’t show up for the meeting and no one knows why. Did something happen? Is Adam still treating you okay?” Satan asked. Her voice was scratchy in the way that if often got when she had been talking for longer than she usually did.

It warmed his heart to know that his children had been worried about him, but he was a little annoyed at his husband for forgetting to tell people something incredibly important like they had agreed. “Sorry I worried you guys, sweetie. Is everyone else there too?”

“Cain is out with Abel but Charlie and Ozzie are here with me,” Satan replied. “Why do you need them to be here too? Is everything okay?”

The warmth turned into an arc as he remembered how much stress and worry that he had already given his daughter, now that he was giving her even more. “I am perfectly fine and healthy. The baby is also fine, but that’s why I wanted everyone to be there when I said this. I’ve been in labor since the beginning of the morning and we’re likely to be an even bigger family when morning comes.”

Noise bled through the phoneline as the majority of his children heard what he had said and began to shout over each other to get him a message. He was able to hear a couple of question through the noise as well as some shrieks of excitement.

While they were all arguing with each other and nothing that was coming through the phone was really intelligible, he handed it over to Adam and then out a low groan. It was so much easier to deal with the pain when he was able to make noise and move through it instead of staying stagnant and silent in a chair or on a bed. He knew that it would be, since he had done that with his previous two birth, but it was nice to have the confirmation of it with his fourth experience.

“Everything is fine with your dad. Labors are a lot slower than they happen in movies except for on rare occasions, which is why everything is taking so long. He probably could have come in to the meeting but I’m not going to let him fucking martyr himself like he had to when Lilth was his spouse. We’ll let you know if we have to move to the hospital and when the baby comes. Don’t panic if we don’t text you until really late in the afternoon, shit’s hard and we’re gonna wanna nap. Also, don’t fucking come to the apartment unless we explicitly ask you to,” Adam explained.

Lucifer had been upset with him for not telling their children and friends why they hadn’t come to the meeting, but hearing him parent them so easily removed than anger entirely. He settled back into the couch when the pain was finally done making him feel like his stomach was in a vice. Once Adam had ended the call and set the phone down, he quietly asked, “Could you rub my ankles? I want to pace in a little bit, but they’re really painful.”

His husband immediately jumped into action. They were both passively watching the nature documentary about carnivorous plants as the labor experience continued throughout the night. Adam rubbed Lucifer’s ankles and feet so that he could pace around for an hour or two, helping him stand when the contractions came and getting him into bed when he saw his husband wear down. They slept after that, around the pain and the uncomfortable positions that Lucifer kept finding himself run into.

By the time that the early morning light was beginning to peak over the edges of the Hotel’s high windows, Lucifer’s water finally broke all over the floor. Unlike with Charlie, it came all at once and absolutely soaked the socks he had been using to keep the swelling in his ankles down. “Gross,” he commented, wrinkling his nose.

“Yeah, but necessary. One time Eve’s water broke so hard that it got in my mouth while I was checking to see if the baby was crowning because she said that there was a lot of pressure,” Adam explained. He had taken his husband’s hands and was leading him slowly through their bedroom to the en suite bathroom. They had both agreed that it would be easier for Lucifer to labor while submerged in water and neither wanted to deal with an actual birth pool when they had a very large and convenient bathtub.

Lucifer laughed, which felt good. All of his labors had felt so terrifying up until that point, for one reason or another. With Ozzie, he’d had no idea what was going to happen or what could mean that something had gone wrong. With Satan, he had so many other things to worry about and it had been much more painful than it had been in Heaven. Charlie’s birth had been the worst overall because he had been treated so poorly during it and then wasn’t even able to hold her to make up for it. This one was painful, but he knew what was going to happen and he was well supported throughout the entire process.

He sat down on the closed toilet seat as Adam got the bathtub beginning to fill. Once the water was at a good temperature and doing what it needed to, his husband turned to him. Adam helped Lucifer out of the wet underthings that were dripping onto the tile and then into the lightweight robe he had decided that he wanted to give birth in. It opened at the chest and around his stomach so that he could be entirely naked when he needed to start pushing or if he got overheated.

He lowered himself down into the warm water and almost moaned in pleasure from the relief that it gave him immediately. The pressure and pain from the contractions were still there as his body worked to bring the baby properly down into his birth canal. The reprieve that the water gave him was simply removing the heavy weight of the baby and the remnants of the fluid that was still leaking out of him. It also gave him the ability to move around easier because he wasn’t trying to navigate space with something that hadn’t been on his body for very long in the grand scheme of things.

Lucifer shifted around until he found a comfortable position. While he had been walking around before his water broken, he had noticed that his hips felt most comfortable when they were spread wide so that the baby sat in between them fully. So he knelt down with his face towards the outside of the tuband his arms folded on the edge to support him. Underneath the water, his legs were folded so that his feet could touch his bottom and his pelvis was tilted in just the right way to make him as comfortable as he could be. Adam sat on the other side, preparing all the towels and clamps that they would need when the baby was born.

It was determined that Adam would be the one to deliver the baby since he had been around countless births before, back when he was helping Eve deliver or laboring himself. Lucifer had been very nervous about the idea of hiring an outside midwife or doctor since it had gone so badly for him the one time that he did it, even with Adam’s assurances that he would be able to say no or turn anyone he didn’t like away at any time. This was an easier way for him to bring their baby into the world, especially since Belphegor was only one quick phonecall away.

The labor continued on for another half hour before Lucifer let out a little whimper, “I think that I need to push.”

“Hold on a second, baby, let me get in and check you,” Adam said. He put on one of the rubber gloves and then clambered into the water behind Lucifer. Since the contraction was already beginning to ebb, it had taken him about half of the length to determine that what he was feeling was real, he giggled at the water sloshing everywhere. “Shush, you,” Adam grumbled.

He pressed a kiss to Lucifer’s shoulder and then slowly navigated them into a place where he could check his husband’s dilation. It didn’t take long before he said, “You don’t need to push, you already have been. I can feel the baby’s head already. Keep going, babe, you’re doing so great already.”

He hadn’t even realized that he was relaxed enough to get the baby that close to being born, so he couldn’t help the surprised laugh that slipped past his lips. He turned and gave a brief kiss to Adam before he had to focus once again on pushing.

Adam stripped the glove off his hand and tossed it over the side of the tub for him to deal with later. He rubbed Lucifer’s hips and held his back when he began to get twitchy. Encouragement and words of adoration dropped from his lips with every contraction and push that wracked his husband’s body.

It was so much easier to give birth with the husband that he had chosen and person that had fathered his child right behind him, helping him to work through everything that was happening. Just as it had when he was having Satan, his mind slipped into a place where he was only focusing on each contraction as it rolled over him and the descent of his child inside of him. He was able to stay in that headspace instead of slipping in and out of it, though, unlike he had with his eldest daughter.

Soon the baby moved to crowning, stretching him so wide that he let out a little sob of pain. The burning fire was forgotten when he felt the baby’s head slip down and entirely out of him. “They’re almost here, Adam catch them!” Lucifer shouted when he finally processed what had happened.

“On it, Luci. Just keep pushing, you’re doing so well,” Adam encouraged. He stopped rubbing his husband’s hips and instead reached down into the water so that he was holding onto their baby’s head. To be able to do what they had agreed, he had his arms underneath Lucifer’s and their backs totally flush together.

It only took another push for the shoulders to come free and the rest of their newborn to slide into the world. Lucifer collapsed back against his husband, panting from the extra-long push that he had done so the entire process would finally be over with. They were both moved backwards as Adam leaned against the wall of the tub and then brought their newborn daughter up to his husband’s chest.

The entire world righted itself when he was allowed to touch his baby as soon as she was born instead of her being whisked away from him in an instant. He could feel the sticky mess of vernix matting her hair on the side of her head that was resting on him. He could feel the way that her chubby chest expanded every time she took in another breath so she could continue crying. He could even feel the way that her cord was pressed between them as Adam got out to collect the rest of his tools. “She’s so beautiful,” Lucifer whispered.

“Of course she is, we made her,” Adam commented as he clamped the cord in two places and then snipped it. He made sure that the water was still at a good temperature and then said, “If you want to wash her then I can towel her off when you’re done.”

Lucifer took the offered washcloth from his husband and then gently began to wash their baby off. He grunted and leaned back against the lip of the tub when the second wave of contractions for the afterbirth started. He immediately went back to cleaning his baby when it had emerged from him.

When the baby was clean, Adam took her and then dried her off with one of the towels. He got a diaper and onesie onto her little body after looking her over to make sure that nothing was wrong. She had the beginnings of markings for wings on her back, but nothing that had already formed. Adam placed her down into the bassinet top that he had brought into the bathroom while Lucifer was laboring and then removed the afterbirth and cord from the tub.

Meanwhile, Lucifer drained the water in the tub and then turned on the spigot of the shower. They had a collapsable stool that they put in the tub so that he was able to sit there and wash himself entirely. By the time that he had finished, the baby had woken up again so that she could get her first meal. He sat on the stool in the bath as Adam dried off his hair and made sure that everything else was okay.

As soon as the little family was cuddled up in the bed of their main room, sleep began to fall over them. “What do you want to name her?” Lucifer asked Adam around a yawn.

“I think the name Daemon fits her best,” he replied as he brushed one of his fingers over her soft hair, which was just barely peaking out from her swaddle. They had made a huge list of names that they both liked and then riddled out which ones the other hated or would work for their family. Their little girl was going to unite sinners and demons, hellborn and those that had come to the land later, so she needed to have a name that would fit her well.

“Welcome to Hell, little Daemon,” Lucifer whispered as he pressed a sleepy kiss to her little cheek. “We should tell the kids that their sister is here.”

Adam yawned as he laid down properly on the bed, barely even able to keep his eyes open. “I’ll do it later.”

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 165- The Ghost of Christmas Past

Summary: While out cold on the Dorwinion castle floor, Josie dreams or "hallucinates" of last Christmas Eve when she was being held captive by her ex-boyfriend Peter in his remote cabin, deep in the woodlands just North of the Grey Mountains. A strange object is believed to hold magic. Clues blatantly dance like sugar plums through Josie's head but will she remember the trauma blocked memories when she awakens from her nightmare? Legolas and Lola throw words over Josie. Josie asks something critical of the Prince. Lola searches for someone unexpected.

*Warnings* NSFW-DARK.... with mentions of drugs, emotional abuse, angst, violence, strong language, sexual language and abuse, alcohol use

Chapter characters: Josie, Peter, Thranduil, Legolas, Lola

Chapter word count: 5,593

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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through house, not a creature was stirring....except you as you paced about the living room of the secluded cabin, nestled in the middle of a desolate never ending forest. The cabin that your abusive, narcissistic and sadistic ex-boyfriend Peter was keeping you prisoner in and torturing you daily while doing so. You had been inside the wooden box for so long that you stopped counting the days and no one had come for you. How could anyone find you when you didn't even know where you were? One moment, you had been in a northern New Zealand bar and the next, you awoke in the back seat of Peter's car, bound, gagged and disoriented from being drugged.

You momentarily paused your tears and erratic steps to gaze out the window at the winter wonderland. The same window you've stared out of a gazillion times, imagining a beautiful blonde King on a great white horse riding down to free you from the evil clutches of the dragon you called Peter and slaying him with his mighty sword, then whisking you away to his castle in the heavens to live happily ever after...but he never came. It was just a dumb song anyways, that you listened to as a kid when you believed in magic.

Your tears softly free fell like the sparkling snow before you as you fogged up the glass with your hot breath, then drew a heart and whispered into it, the words you had pointlessly recited every single night.

"My King, take me away from this awful place."

The slamming of the backdoor put a startling stop to your silly pleas and in stomped Peter, ridding the wet snow from his coat and muddied boots all over the floor that he would soon make you clean up.

"Baby it's cold outside!" the tall, dark and handsome monster bellowed with a grin that you wanted to smack right off of his prickly bearded face, the beard that tore your neck up every time he ravaged you.

"I never would have guessed." you quietly riposted and went to get a mop before he ordered you to do it.

"Bitchy again. That time of the month eh? Well, I've got a box full of old treasures here that I snagged at a thrift shop. I thought since it's Christmas Eve, I'd get you something since you like that kind of crap, so a little thanks would be nice because you certainly don't deserve any of it with that mouth of yours. Women should be seen and not heard, except for the moaning of being fucked good and hard."

With your back turned to him, you rolled your tear ridden eyes. Good and hard. The only correct part about that was hard. The narcissistic creep didn't know how to be gentle in any way.

"What was that Josephine?? I can't hear you!" he snarled as he dropped the box on the coffee table in front of you, making you jump.

"Th..thanks." you swiftly mumbled as you flinched in fear of getting smacked.

"Thata girl. You wouldn't want to spend the holiday with a fat lip now. So where's dinner? I'm starving after that long ass trip."

"There's stew in the pot over the fireplace. It's all we had."

"I brought more food. It's on the back of the snowmobile. Go get it. Oh..and Josephine??" he smugly toyed while holding up the keys and jingling them. "Just in case you got any stupid ideas of taking off."

"Peter...I've been here for..I don't even know how long and I know you keep all the keys on you. You remind me every single day."

"Well, I have to because I know that every single day, the wheels are turning in your simple little mind, trying to find a way to leave me and that...will never happen. I told you that back home when you foolishly tried to leave before. I always find you. There is nothing out there for miles. That is why we are here. No one is coming and you know I'm right, don't you Josephine??"

"Y...yes Peter. You're always right."

"I don't like your tone. How many times do I have to explain it so you get it through your fucking fairy tale little head? There's nothing to the North for over a hundred kilometers and the East, West and South are nothing but mountains, rivers and woodlands. I've told you, if you want to go, go...but you know you'll never survive. All alone, in the dark, in the freezing cold, no food, no shelter, just turned 24 years old and you have absolutely no survival instincts or skills since you grew up sheltered from the world, moving from place to place every few months...and lets not forget about...the wolves."

And now you were sheltered again. And The wolves. You heard them howling every single night. It was just another reminder, besides the recurrence of the real big bad wolf rubbing it in your face, that you were trapped.

"You have everything you need here. Food, heat, electricity thanks to a very expensive generator, and most importantly...me. What do you have back there?? Nothing and no one. Your mom is dead, your dad is dead. You have no friends or other family. You have no money. All that you own is a bag of shit I brought with us that you already had packed when you tried to leave me that day. Everything else you have, I gave you. I own it. I own you."

You did have everything...except what you truly needed and wanted. Love. But you did have money. Lots of it that your dad left you in his will. But what good did it do you now? You were probably presumed dead anyways, if anyone even noticed you were gone. Peter was right. You had no one anymore but him.

You didn't want to hear his cruel rantings anymore, so you put on your coat and boots and went out to get the food.

Brushing the snow from the seat of the snowmobile, you sat down and gazed up at the full moon of the winter solstice, wondering if there was another like you, gazing into it too, wishing for things you wished for, searching for shooting stars to make those wishes upon. The last time you saw one was on your recent birthday, but that was two weeks ago, so now all you had to rely on was the moon and each unique and perfectly crafted snowflake that fell into your hand as you held it out, sobbing.

Although your faith in fairy tales was diminishing, the things that were real, you could not deny, such as the wicked effects of the Mercury retrograde that began on the 13th, just before the solstice and would last another week into the new year of 2022. Your life was already shit before it began, but it only seemed to make things worse. You could feel it through Peter's actions, the way it made someone dark even darker and nothing would change when it passed. This would continue to be your hell.

Sobbing harder, you quietly cried out. "Please help me. Someone."

Everything was so deafening outside, for the blanket of snow on the ground always absorbed sound which created a calming silence. There was no wind or breeze of any kind either in that moment and then...a cool whisp of air puffed softly over you, carrying the fragrance of lilacs, a scent you would never forget for they were flowers your mother loved.

For a moment, you smiled, believing it was her...her spirit, watching over you until you heard a man's voice and it certainly wasn't Peter's. The voice seemed to also carry in the breeze and it was deep and alluring, yet soft and loving...and filled with desperate concern.

"Who are you? Where are you?"

You gasped and flung off the snowmobile so fast as if it were on fire.

"Hello?? Wh..who's there??"

Seconds went by as your eyes darted about the darkness inside the trees and then all was quiet once more.

"Josephine!! Get your ass in here! I want my bottle of whiskey!" Peter shouted as he banged on the back porch window, glaring at you.

With great hesitance, still staring out into the nothingness, you grabbed the bag of goods and scuffled back inside, glancing back on the way with every two steps you took.

As Peter devoured his stew like the slob he was and slurped on his liquid fire, you sat on the couch, sipping wine in a state of befuddlement. Had you really heard someone? Or was your mind going into some kind of survival mode to protect your sanity, making you believe there was hope? Was it the retrograde or was your mind just completely breaking? Surely that had to be it. You were just flat out losing your mind. For one thing, how could you smell lilacs in the dead of winter?

Peter finished off most of the stew and then plopped in a chair by the fireplace and began his nightly regimen of getting sauced, but not enough to where you could ever take the keys from him. He was quite smart as most psychopaths were. The only way you would ever get them was from his cold dead body and you knew you didn't have the stomach to kill someone, not even him. It didn't mean you didn't wish him dead though. Maybe choke on a chunk of the deer meat in the stew from the deer he killed, slip in the shower or fall down the basement stairs. You've imagined all kinds of scenarios with you standing over him, watching him take his last breaths. Did that make you a bad person after all he had done to you in the past 4 years?

"You gonna open your gift or what?" he snapped.

You wanted nothing from him and would much rather throw the box in the fireplace....or at his smug ass face.

"It's..it's not Christmas day yet."

"Just open the fucking box Josephine! Your lack of appreciation really pisses me off."

Picking the box up, you fretted about what you would find, for his gifts were never thoughtful and usually just junk. and that's exactly what it was as you pulled out the first item.

Cheap cosmetic jewelry that maybe a 5 year old would wear for dress up. Honestly, you didn't think anyone would wear it and that's probably why it was in a thrift shop. Next...another pair of gawdy high heels which he bought only for his own fetish. You despised high heels and he was why. Then there was a long white dress, which at the time you had no clue would be the one you wore when you finally escaped 4 months later and the high heels would aid you in that feat.

The next two items were decent at least. Another fantasy book and a classic cassette tape that you could play on an old 80's boombox you had in the bedroom. You didn't know the artist or genre, but to you, music was music when you had none, for you couldn't pick up any radio stations out in timbuk-fucking-tu. Anything was better to listen to besides silence or the cringing sound of Peter's voice.

Lastly...you pulled out an object at least two foot tall that was heavy and wrapped in burlap.

"Thought you'd really like that one since you're into all that fantasy bullshit. It's supposed to be magical or some shit. That's what the lady said anyways. I don't think she was all there, if you know what I mean. She reminded me of one of those chicks that look like they're into that creepy voodoo shit or what not...a gypsy or some fortune teller maybe? Said it grants wishes."

"Well, than why would you give it to me? You know what I will wish for."

"Because you know I don't believe in all that hocus pocus hogwash! You're not going anywhere Josephine. Deal with it and just open the damn thing already."

Upon unraveling the string and removing the burlap, your eyes widened as you were now holding a realistic porcelain sculpture of...a male elf?? Not any ordinary elf though like one of Santa's helpers with striped tights and hats and shoes with bells on them. This one was of majestic youthful beauty and superior elegance, an Elvenking of royalty maybe? A King in all the ways you had always envisioned and dreamt of one to be, whether human or immortal, for he wore a crown of twigs and berries over his long, sleek platinum strands that hung perfectly straight over his broad and sturdy shoulders clear down to his abdomen. A high standing collar wrapped around his thick, elongated neck that was accentuated by a black blizzard stone, set inside metal prongs that reminded you of spider legs and it was centered and pinned just under his captivating clavicle at the V shaped opening. Crystals were something you knew well because of your mother's massive collection. This one in particular, also known as merlinite, was a very rare and powerful crystal. It was said to hold a strong connection to the earth that gave it grounding energy and also helped to give healing strength.

Down his slender body, ran a form fitting robe of shimmering silver and placed underneath him was a blood red outer robe that you could tell was twice his lofty height as it draped over his forearms and flowed around his feet in a swirling pool of scarlet satin. You guessed the beautiful giant to have stood well over 6 foot tall and to be highly resilient, vigorous, stealthy and agile.

The way he was prestigiously positioned on the tree carved throne with enormous elk-like antlers sprawling out behind his head, spoke of a highest stature that cautioned of puissant power and dominance. His head was held high, angled to the side with fierce confidence and noticeable arrogance. One knee was crossed over the other, revealing his grey leggings where his robe parted below the waist and one arm was relaxed on the limb rest as his hand slouched freely off the end. His other hand gripped a very tall wooden staff of twisted oak that was crowned by a peach sized and shaped amber jewel on the top, snuggly nestled inside a lattice of silver vines. Baltic gold the gem was sometimes referred to. It was made from tree resin and preserved for millions of years and would turn to stone. Just how old was this Ellon supposed to be?

Your perplexed eyes then traveled right back to his glamorous face because their was some kind of undeniable magnetic pull to this mystical being of defined glass. His skin was of flawless ivory and delicate as the porcelain the figurine was made out of. Like his body, his nose was long and lean, sloping down in to a softly pointed tip while his pronounced ears raised up in to stronger points. His supple lips were heart shaped and pouted ever so perfectly over a very compelling jawline. Even his Adam's apple was intriguingly and audaciously apparent.

Whomever created the sculpted masterpiece from clay with their bare hands was highly skilled and deeply invested in it. The artistry was of such detailed precision, right down to his crystalline eyes of the moon that your boring olive orbs were helplessly lost inside of and desperately trying to read. There were multiple rings upon his pampered fingers with one in particular standing out upon his left forefinger, a sizeable moonstone that resembled the icy blue hues of his eyes, eyes that drew you right in against your will as you began to understand them, ageless eyes that held presiding pain and darkness as if they had seen an eternity of hatred, fire, war and death, yet love and light, loyalty, wisdom and knowledge dwelled within them in competition with the evil and sheltered over those lonely soulful eyes were the boldest of brows, black as his knee high boots.

You also were now highly invested in the art piece. What was something like that doing in a thrift shop? Did the piece have a name? You wanted, needed to know more, so you carefully turned it over to see if there was any information on the bottom.

Gúl -o Aran Thranduil. Ech- a ithil sarn iest no i clair de lune was carved on it and nothing more.

"Clair de lune. I know and love the song. It's French for Moonlight...but the rest of these words, what language is that?" you whispered aloud with furrowed brows as you ran your finger softly over the grooves of the letters.

"What does it say?" Peter curiously answered your question with a question and a hiccup.

"If I knew that, I wouldn't be asking. It's not English and I don't know how to pronounce any of it."

Peter took a hefty swig from his bottle and then chortled. "It probably says made in China."

Asshat, you thought. It wasn't any language you had ever seen and from all the fantasy books you have read, you guessed it to be from long ago...medieval era?? No...it had to be even older and you desperately wanted to decode it.

"Well why don't you put that pointy eared princess on the shelf...right there, in the window and make your stupid wish. I'll even entertain you and make one too." he barked, then got up, ripped it from your hand and sat it down on the wooden sill so hard, you swore it would shatter...and it should have, but it didn't. The elf sat chip free under the rays of the moonlight shining in from the window, his eyes sparkling in it as they looked right at you.

"I...I..I don't want to." you stammered as you began to tremble, knowing the whiskey was kicking in and Peter would become meaner than when he was when sober.

Here he came, storming at you, grabbing a clenched fistful of your hair at the scalp and dragging you to the window, stumbling, screaming and sobbing.

"Now. I'm going to make my pointless wish at this sexy elf on the shelf and then so will you! I can't say I wasted my money on it because it was free, some horseshit that freak at the store told me, saying the price tag is in the wishes, SO why not?...here goes nothing!"

"No, wait!...I....I changed my mind. I..I want to go first....please."

You never believed in this stuff, even though your mother and Sarah did. You and Sarah argued about it all the time and eventually, you just humored her and played along with the tarot cards and seance's for fun, but right then...you were willing to believe and be daring and brave, knowing what the consequences of your actions, or words you should say, would be after you blurted them out, and not by the price tag of karma, but by Peter.

"Alright. Go." he sarcastically agreed and pushed your head forward as he released your hair.

Your pent up anger rolled into rage and out of your mouth, as you stared into the elf's moonlit eyes, spewed words you had been aching to say out loud....and you knew, this night, you could die for it.

"My King, I wish for you to take me away from this awful place! And for all the times Peter has tortured me with spiders, I wish he would be dragged off by the Queen of all spiders, bloodied and screaming, deep into her dark cave and ripped limb from limb, leaving him alive long enough with his disgusting head attached to his torso so he can watch a dozen more spiders come and feast on the pieces and then I wish the Queen would drag his dismembered remains to her lair and spin him up in her web so he can be tortured for days, screaming in the dark as she snacks on him till his death!!"

Peter's eyes gaped as he gulped and then the rage that you knew would come...came.

"Brava!!" he shouted in a fury, clapping his hands as the Italian in him came out. "Tell me how you really feel Josephine! Well guess what? I wish that I will come back from the dead and haunt and torture you for the rest of your life!... Although that may not be very long..." he snarled and head butted you.

Down you went, to your hands and knees, stunned and almost blind as he knelt down and growled right in your face.

"There's no King coming! The only thing that's coming for you is my cock fucking you to death."

Peter grabbed the statue and hit you in the head once more, knocking you to your back, barely conscious and then he hoisted you up over his shoulder and carried you off into the bedroom, where for over an hour, he roughed you up... before, during and after having his forced way with you....and it was after this night that Peter began drugging you because the sadist realized the sex was much easier when you were practically limp and couldn't fight or talk back.

Crawling in tears of pain from the bed to the floor to find your clothes, you passed out and later awoke on Christmas morning with the sun blazing over your face and throbbing head, instantly crying once again from the pain, mostly below your waist and from also realizing you were still alive.

You stumbled in agony to your feet and gazed out the window to see the sun had melted most of the snow and the car was gone. What time was it??

After wrapping a robe around you, you crept out to the kitchen and sighed in relief when you saw Peter's coat and boots were gone too and you knew it was so the coward wouldn't have to look at you after what he did.

Knowing that you had a good amount of time to yourself, you showered, dressed, ate a donut and then remembered the elf figurine.

Gasping, you quickly hobbled to the living room to find it and sure enough, it was gone. It was real, wasn't it?? You couldn't have dreamed all of that, considering the huge knot on the side of your head from where Peter struck you with it.

You frantically began searching every corner of the cabin, even the basement that you dreaded going down to, but you came up empty handed. The creep had taken it after you wished him dead, you just knew it.

Crying ONCE AGAIN, you went back to your room and threw yourself on the bed, instantly regretting it as intense pain shot through every inch of you. As you laid there, sniffling in your snot, your eyes found the floor board where you had hid something special to you because you knew Peter would take it just as he had taken the statue. Luckily, he had never went through your bag that he had brought there when he kidnapped you, the bag you had pre-packed when you were going to leave him.

Slowly making your wincing way to the floor, you pried it open and pulled out the wooden box buried within the wooden box you were buried in. As you opened it, you smiled and sobbed some more to see the three items that belonged to Sarah, your best friend and neighbor who had disappeared into thin air on Halloween night 8 years ago.

Inside were her deck of tarot cards, a photo of the both of you, happy and twinning it at 14 years old, for you were both the same age, and her special ring, a silver ribbon ring she always wore, claiming it warded off magic spells placed upon the one who wore it. The day after she had vanished, her mother Jocelyn did too and you never saw her or Sarah again.

One night, after your sick father had fallen asleep, you snuck into their house through an unlocked window and went up to Sarah's room. That's when you found what looked like a shattered figurine all over the floor and in the shards, laid her ring. You had placed it inside her box on the dresser that had the photo and cards in it and took it for special keeping for when she came back, because you always believed she would....but she never did, nor did her mom. What you didn't know was of the special compartment the box held on the bottom and what was inside of it...until now.

As you were attempting to place the box back inside the floor board, your dropped it and the bottom popped open and out fell a beautiful amethyst pendant.

"What the??" you whispered and held it up by the chain, gazing into the purple crystal that had swirls of white clouds inside of it.

"Why would she hide it??" you asked yourself, completely and utterly confused.

You had never seen it before and she had shared everything with you. It must have been something of great importance, you figured. Maybe something personal or sentimental that she didn't want to share with anyone, not even you.

You stuffed it back in it's hiding place and the box too, then you decided to go outside for some sunlight and fresh air while you had the chance, and you took with you the battery powered boombox and cassette tape Peter had brought back to see what kind of music was on it.

Sitting on the picnic table out back, you slid the tape in and pushed play. The music began and it appeared to be some kind of country, bluegrassy, Irishy mix. It was all you had so it would have to do.

About 5 songs in and two glasses of Peter's whiskey drank down to help wash away your pain, you were completely caught off guard when a song came on that you knew. The same song you recalled the night before as you stared hopelessly out the window, dreaming of a King on a great white horse, for that was the name of the song.

You had sang it a lot as a child. Your mother was always singing it and it had stayed with you all through the years until now, but for it to just randomly pop up after you thought of it the night before, and after the wish you made to the porcelain elf, it was just too odd and it was all just too much.

"Why???? Why is this happening to me????.....Is anybody out there??!!" you screamed, so loud it burned your throat and then broke down into hysterical, uncontrollable sobs and blubbered the words as you tried to sing along.

"When I was a young girl I used to dream of a lover, to be my shining knight of strength one day. He'd carry me to a castle in the heavens and battle all my dragons on the way. And he'd ride down on a great white horse. He'd bring me love I was longing for. He'd bring me joy and everlasting peace and on a great white horse, he'd ride away with me."

"Josephine..." you heard in the wind and jumped to your wobbly feet.

"Josie! Josie...wake up!" you then heard, a voice echoing in your head. Legolas' sweet elven voice.

Was he really there or were you hearing him in your head again? You couldn't open your eyes, only mumble his name and when you did, you then felt yourself floating as Legolas lifted you from the cold stone floor...just like the night Thranduil found you in a similar state on the cold forest floor and carried you.

"Legolas?? What happened to her??" Lola frantically asked as the Prince gently laid you upon your bed.

"I do not know. Quickly, bring the healing water. Her skin is like fire."

Lola did as he asked and when she returned, she momentarily froze in her tracks with a hard dose of reality. Legolas was holding one of your hands and caressing your cheek with his other and the way he was looking at you spoke volumes of his undying love. It was as if no one else existed but you and Legolas proved it only seconds later.

"Legolas? I have the water and a cloth."

The worried and suddenly deaf elf did not hear a word Lola said as he continued stroking your cheek with a stare lost upon you.

"Legolas?? The water???"

"Huh?" he gasped and glanced at her and then took his eyes back to you.

"Would you rather I pat her with it so you do not have to remove your hands and eyes?"

Legolas certainly heard that. "I will tend to the Queen. You tend to the child as it is your duty is it not?" he snapped as held his hands out.

His words were cold and biting and Lola's eyes began to sting as she handed him the pitcher and cloth. She could hold her tongue no longer when Legolas aggressively took it from her.

"And you are appointed Josie's keeper? By whom? I am quite capable of looking after her as well as my DUTY of caring for Leean. I do believe the Queen has hired me, not you. I am the one who has always done it, never leaving her side, as you so easily did when she needed you."

Legolas' lips pursed as he turned to the bitter face matching the bitter words.

"By my father's rule...which... that is what he would wish, for she is his Queen and that makes her my Queen! And whom are you to speak to me that way, or to speak anything at all of the situation? I am Leeanduil's brother and godfather. I do not require employment or authority to care for either of them. You are merely nothing more than a servant and should mind your place and tongue if you wish to continue your duties as such."

"You did not seem to view me as merely a servant when your lips neared mine this evening! And now you threaten to remove me of my duties? And whom are YOU to do so? Josie retained my services, not you."

In a spitting image of his father, Legolas rose to his feet with rage and flared nostrils.

"I am the King! That is who I am to do so! Dare you ever question me again girl and consequences shall be suffered! Your jealous tirade is unwarranted and inappropriate and.."

"Leggy?" you grumbled as your eyes began to flutter.

His head whipped right to you as he immediately sat back at your side, abandoning the conversation with Lola...and Lola herself and continued to dab the wet cloth over your forehead which only infuriated her more.

"You are not MY King!" she barked, not caring if you heard her. "Lord Narcisse is and this is his castle. By all means, continue to pine for what shall never be yours while she pines for the one she truly loves. Unless you are a vampire named Garrett, which you most certainly are not, then it is you that shall suffer. I will leave you now to do MY duties."

Lola stormed out of the room in tears and the slamming of the door fully awoke both you and Leean.

"Yes, it is I my lady. I am here. I have not left you and I will never again."

"Leg...gy...my..my dream...I..I remember someth...." you paused with a flinched face as you noticed he was holding your injured hand a bit too tightly. "Owww!!"

"My lady?? What ails you?? Your hand?"

"Y..yes...it.."

Legolas' gasp cut you off. "It is bleeding clean through your glove!"

He carefully removed the lace covering and unraveled the makeshift bandage you had applied.

"Josie. This needs sewn up. Do not move while I locate a healer."

"NO!! Don't leave me! You said you wouldn't! I..I want you to do it. There is a thread and needle in the vanity drawer. The healing water will sterilize it."

"You...want me...a non healer...to stick a threaded needle through the tender skin of your palm??"

"Yes. I don't trust anyone here anymore. Give yourself more credit Legolas Greenleaf. Believe in yourself as I do."

He smiled at your kind words, but then frowned. "But..we have no pain reliever."

"Yes we do...hand me that carafe of wine. I will drink it down while you thread the needle."

The Prince's eyes gaped and then reluctantly did as you asked and while this was happening, Lola stood outside Narcisse's chamber door in full blown tears and sobs, vigorously knocking and receiving no answer.

"Daddy! Where are you??"

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aquadestinyswriting · 2 years ago

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Hello hello and happy STS (and late blorbo blursday)! If you don't mind, please classify your OCs according to the following: bimbo, mean bisexual, even meaner lesbian, she/they, he/they, token straight that's on thin ice, astrology bitch who has everyone's birth chart memorized, short king. Bonus points if you can explain why for each. :D (You are free to leave out any that do not apply to your OCs' friend group.)

Happy belated sts to you Jax, thank you for the question. I', sorry it took so long to respond, this was one I had to think about quite a bit before I could answer it. Under a readmore because there's a lot of categories and I have a bit to say about each one. I suspect you're going after the vibes more than the actual literal interpretation here, but some may be more literal than others.

Bimbo: I think the closest is maybe Kidri Toroksdottir, a character that will be showing up in The Trouble with Meredith series as one of Merri's younger friends. It's not that she's not intelligent, but she is lacking in the general common sense department.

Mean Bisexual: That'll be Thaddeus Darkhide by a mile. He's super snarky and 'tells it like it is' a lot. I think he's one of three wizard's tower characters who doesn't have unresolved trauma, so that bitchiness is all him just being an asshole. He is also canonically Bi, it just hasn't come up yet.

Even Meaner Lesbian: Since we're going with the vibes here, I'm electing Reginald Schreiber this particular title. His pettiness rivals the meanest of mean girls and it's not just that he's petty and mean; he is particularly underhanded about it. The man is all sweet smiles and pleasantries, while he viciously stabs you in the back with his words.

She/They: While I'd love to put Dwena here, this one has to go to the canonical, gender non-conforming from conception npc, Cece Lamore. Cece is one of those characters who was in the campaign and will only show up in my writing if she becomes relevant, but she fits this one so well I couldn't leave her out. While Cece is most likely a transwoman (the DM who created them wasn't very clear on the matter), I don't think they'd mind the gender neutral pronouns so much because they would probably take on a male identity if necessary to avoid the authorities who are currently on the hunt for them. Cece is one of those characters we loved to hate though and she was so much fun when she did show up.

He/They: I'm gonna go with Thazaar for this one. While he does use male pronouns for the sake of convenience while he's on the material plane, I reckon Thazaar is probably more agender than anything. If anyone wants to refer to him as anything else, he honestly won't mind. When Thazaar visits his grandfather and that side of the family though, he does present very differently because Celestials don't really care about the gender norms of the material plane.

Token Straight on Thin Ice: That'd be Laurence Tate, my husband's character. He's funny, helpful and kind, but honestly a bit of of an arrogant sod. He's on really thin ice for a bunch of different reasons that I won't go into because then this bit would be eight paragraphs long. And, yeah, I know for a fact that he is definitely straight.

astrology bitch who has everyone's birth chart memorized: This one's purely on the vibes (because I'm not sure he believes in Astrology); Snotgrut. Now, hear me out, Snotgrut loves information, especially if that information pertains to the people he hangs around with. It's his way of figuring out how to interact with the people he cares about. This is a goblin who will 'put-pocket' magic rings in peoples' pockets to keep an eye on them via scrying and usually doesn't tell anyone he's done it. I get the feeling (and I'll check with his original player) that he has full dossiers on everyone just so he doesn't get blindsided by seemingly random outbursts of emotion. If was into astrology, you bet he'd have full charts for every last one of his found family, would memorise them all and then use them to work out why, for example, someone's so pissy about something innocuous.

Short King: This one has to go to Felix. I'm sorry, but that little gnomish fellow just wins at being a decent man. He's not perfect, he does suffer from foot in mouth disease a lot and is very self-deprecating, but he's about as close as we're gonna get. He is Elowyn's first cheerleader, is kind, empathetic, stands up for what he believes in and will do anything to make sure the people he loves are happy and safe. He used his only Greater Wish spell, a gift given to him by the Gods to help in the final, climactic battle of the campaign, to make sure Meredith got to have her happy ending when she didn't even know if she'd just been made a widow not even a two months after she got married. I still get teary-eyed every time I think about that.

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3, 6, 9, 20 and 22 (oh my gosh there are too many good questions on there wahh)

Thank you sm for asking friend!!!!!!!!!

3. who is your bias in your favorite group(s) and why?

Changbin from Stray Kids - I feel in love with little emo skinny boy "I love dark" Changbin back in the day. My love for him is still strong today!

Mingi from ATEEZ - I have biased every single one of the ATEEZ members. I love them all. Mingi was the last of them on the list for me and he stuck (so far). He's like a big baby and I love that. I remember seeing a pic/gif of him getting his back rubbed by a staff member. I think that, that is just the cutest thing in the world. I just want to take care of him!

Suga from BTS - This is a different one. I did NOT like him at first. I thought he was mean and a bully to the other members. But as time went on and I got to watching more videos of the group I realized that's not how he is at all. And I slowly feel in love with him.

Xiaojun from WayV - Ik he's not KPop but I absolutely adore him. I saw him and just knew he was my bias! Baby emo boy with glasses on. (Yes I hae a thing for emo boys.) We had a slight break up bc of YangYang but we are back together now.

6. how long have you been into kpop?

Since 2018!

9. an idol you don't think you'd get along with?

Lisa

Idk if it's just the way she acts on camera but I think she comes off bitchy. She just seems so fake. Fake nice. Fake happy. I grew up around fake ppl. I went to school with a bunch of them for 10 years. And on my Dad's side of the family a lot of them are fake too. I use to be fake. While I was in school. Trying to be nice to everyone. And then doing what I saw the other kids and my family do - talk shit behind those closest to you backs. It's not nice.

20. your favorite choreographies?

Pirate King - ATEEZ

Igloo - Kiss of Life

22. your favorite music videos?

Chk Chk Boom - Stray Kids

GIANT - Stray Kids

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legendaryoikawa · 4 years ago

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haikyuu boys and your moments with them

note: female reader insert

warnings: tooth rooting fluff, slightly nsfw, mentions of alcohol, some grammar issues because I didn’t proofread this, sorry 😔

starring: bokuto, semi, matsukawa, tsukishima, sakusa, kageyama and goshiki

thank you for 1,7k!!!

bokuto kotaro: unplanned dates + things he do for you

“hey hey hey babe”

“why?”

“let’s go on a date, i miss u”

The little moments with bokuto is something that you will never forget. Those unplanned dates with just him in his sweats and unruly hair. Those date with him at the park with just him lying on your lap, admiring your face with a cheeky smile painting his lips. Or the way his hands playfully trace small circles on your lap playfully.

Those moments with him that’ll make you neglect your schoolworks in an instant because he pulled out a shenanigan on you (with the help of akaashi, so it’ll look convincing that bokuto is really in pain, but surprise bitch, it’s a prank) but truth is he just want to see your face because volleyball has consumed his time. And you’ll just smack him off for scaring you but he’d just kiss you in return. Kisses that are too strong with passion and desire. He gives more to the point you would be drowning with his passionate spirit.

You love it when he does this small thing where he tugs your stray away hair behind your ear. You always ask him why, but instead of answering your inquiry, he’ll just pull out a bouquet of handpicked flowers from the park and will hand to you.

“You ask why? Is it wrong to admire how absolutely stunning you are?”

sjDJHDBJSB DEAD

semi eita: when he invited you to a nearby gig

beautiful boy invited you and you thought you were just dreaming so he flicked you on your forehead 🥰💀

One thing that you should be taking with you especially when you’re going for a gig is a fucking jacket. Regardless of the event being indoors or outdoors, a fucking jacket is a must.

But you might be someone who lives under the rocks and decided to wear a full glam without taking a jacket to warm you off.

Yet, the night is already starting. Night sky is deep with velvety clouds and twinkling stars. Going back would be such a pain and Semi might be annoyed if you’d pull out a grand entrance because you’re so late. Heaving a sigh, you pulled over the venue where the gig is at. You saw him at the entrance with his signature grey hair styled perfectly and his hands stuffed into his jeans.

He gave you a quick look. “Hey.”

You let out a breath, “hey.”

You noticed that there were no people. No noise. Hell, there weren’t a gig to start with. “Semi?”

“I know. But this is the only thing i could pull of just so i could ask you on a date.”

sakusa kiyoomi: when you know you both share mutual feelings but there is something holding both of you back

you and sakusa both know you share some deep seated feeling towards each other yet neither both of you decided to talk about it.

you fell hard for him even more when you were dead shit drunk (yet, you are still aware of everything around you, however you have the guts to act carelessly even around sakusa) and you decided to tease him by sitting on his lap, when you barged into his dorm room after going hom from a sorrority party.

It really took him by surprise at how vulgar you are with your words. How straightforward you were around him. When in reality when you’re sober, you’d never dare to talk to him, let alone straddling on his lap. Or the way you look at him slowly beneath your lashes. No matter how hard sakusa tries to shut his thoughts, but he wishes to see more of this side of you.

He could smell the reek of alcohol on your breath yet he made no complains whatsoever because it’s you. It’s fucking you. And, he’ll never throw a fit even if it disturbs his personal confort zone, because it’s you that we are talking about here. And, you are in a state of vulnerability because of alcohol, now isn’t a time for him to be a brat about hygiene or whatever.

You whispered, “why are you such a stone, sakusa?”

He didn’t quite understand what you meant by that, but he chose to shut up and stare at your deep, tired eyes. Those eyes that captivated him. Those eyes of yours that he wishes to stare more at.

“I like you so much,” you slurred. “You and your bitchiness about people around you. Y-you..” you paused, shifting yourself comfortably on his lap while you gripped on his shoulders.

Sakusa could hear his own frantic heartbeat. Did you really mean it? But he knows, every shit that a drunk says, is nothing but the truth.

“I l-like you l, ya know that?” You grinned and tumbled but sakusa was fast enough to hold you on you waist. He burried his face onto the crook of you neck and whispered but loud enough for you to hear, “i like you too, but you’re disgusting right now.”

The next day was a beautiful disaster. With him and you in bed.

tsukishima kei: a study date with him at the library

having kei as your tutor could be really cold but what choice do you have?

Kei isn’t the type to sugarcoat things just because he wanted to be the type to give sympathy. But no. He will lash out if your essay is shit and he’ll even rub it onto your face that your choice of words aren’t passing his high standards. Not even a bit. That is how Kei is.

Yet, he knows when to stop with his venomous words. Especially when he knows you were having a bad day and so he decided to act more docile so he wouldn’t hurt more of your feelings.

Study dates with him isn’t too romantic because he prioritizes both of your academic success. But there will be time where he will let you snuggle close to him when the library’s air condition is making you cold. Or when he lets you doodle little dinosaurs on his forearms while he watches you under his stern, golden eyes.

“Why do you keep on playing with my hair? You should be studying your biology, dumbo.” He isn’t annoyed. In fact, he doesn’t want you to stop, he’s just too tsundere to admit.

But you know it well that he loves it so you play with his locks even more while leaning over to place a chaste peck on his cheeks.

Kei flipped his book and whispered. “Why do I love a fucking goner?”

kenma kozume: when he immediately hugged you after his stream

Kenma isn’t the type to be suave with words. But he expresses his affection through action because according to kuroo, that is much more cool.

He just finished a stream and gave away his honest review on how this palace dungeon game is. But is didn’t fazed him at all. In fact, he didn’t liked the graphics at all. A solid five for gamer!kenma

What made him scared is that it is already eleven in the evening yet you were nowhere to be found.

But his anxiousness subsided when he heard the familiar clanking of the front bell. And there you stood at the door, looking gloomy and kenma made sure to act up immediately.

It took you by surprise when he stood up from his seat and immediately wrapped you around his body. The familiar whiff of his cologne mixed with his warmth. This is more than you asked for.

kuroo tetsurou: when he makes fun of you because he likes you so much

King of provocation and chemistry nerd kuroo always love to mess up with you. And you can’t find a way to get to him back or?

“You know what?” Kuroo began.

You raised a brow, “what?”

“You’re small.”

“You’re just tall, Kuroo. Now,” you raised a pencil towards his direction, “leave me alone.”

Kuroo clicked his tongue. Now is the time for him to continue on further to pester you. He isn’t being a jerk though, but he just finds it cute especially when you get agitated with just him and his presence. The way your fist curling and he can’t help but to admire your annoyed face. You’re so damn cute but you just don’t even notice the notable fucking obvious.

Kuroo decided to play with your hair but you had other things in mind. To get back at him just for him to get a taste of his own medicine.

You exerted a lot of effort to pull his collar down just to match you eye level with his. You smiled, “is it just playing with my hair that you could pull off, kuroo?”

You’re donw with him concealing his feeling because he has no guts to come up to you. So you did him a favor. Something that’ll distract him for the rest of his day.

matsukawa issei: 3am dance with him

You were washing the dishes at night when you felt two strong arms encircling your waist.

“Hey.”

Matsukawa’s arms encircled your waist as you washed the dishes one Thursday night. The way he hummed the familiar tune of ‘close to you’ while swaing both of your bodies gracefully. You missed him, especially his familiar scent that smelled like home.

He shuffled his feet so he could have more grasp on the hem of your shirt. His thumb caressed the soft skin that showed from his hold.

You grabbed the sponge and lathered it with soap as Matsukawa clinged onto you. It was a peaceful night, with him on your side, the splashing of water and the sound of his lips kissing the crook of your neck.

You smiled as his kisses grow more playful. But Matsukawa wanted to see your face and so he twirled you so he could plant a kiss onto your lips.

You grinned. “Well, well, well, fancy seeing you here Mister Matsukawa.”

He gave you a cheeky smile back, “well, well, well, too, it was a pleasure seeing your beautiful face, Mrs. Matsukawa.”

You decided to play along with him as he swayed both of your bodies in a slow dance. “I doubt. You have plenty of companions at work, right?”

“Oh please. Among all that I’ve seen, i will always choose you.”

kageyama tobio: late night dates with him at the downtown convenience store

He would act like he just wanted milk but truth is, he wanted you more than the milk he’s addicted to.

“You’re such a dumbass, y/n.” Kageyama scolded when you tripped on your feet but good thing he was there to catch you. He resisted the urge to smile as you gave him a cheeky smile and brushed off the incident like it didn’t cut your self esteem. Humiliation? You don’t know her.

You immediately plopped onto the familiar stool of the convinience store after you grabbed ome of your favorite sponge cakes.

“Stop eating the poor cake like there is no tommorow, baka”

You made a face. “Call me a glutton, but these are the best among all sponge cake made.”

Kageyama raised a brow. Confused, he leaned in but you raised the empty container to his face. You suppresed a laugh, “Told you, I’m a glutton.”

He frowned. “I really don’t need to take a bite of that cake just to have a taste.”

“Wha—?”

He kissed you. And you were right. The sponge cakes were tasty.

goshiki tsutomo: walking home with him from the late academy

Nothing’s more enjoyable than having goshiki’s presence with you after going home from a hellish class from the academy.

“I am the future ace! You heard that, y/n?” Goshiki proudly yelled while both of you were walking home from the supplemental classes. You tried to match his energy. Yet, no matter how hard you try, you were just too drained to yell with him.

Goshiki had managed to read you even when you didn’t said it to his face. No words were needed because he knows you well like you were his very own diary. He pulled you by your cardigan to enclose you in his lean body.

He heard him whisper as he burried his nose on your hair. “You can always rely on me, idiot. If you’re tired, then tell me so i could somehow make you happy.”

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Hello!! Sorry if this was tOO LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY HAHAHAHAHHA but i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it!! Also, thank you for 1,7K U GUYS ARE THE BEST! Love you all!! 🥺💖💖💖

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bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love · 4 years ago

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SULLEN OBLIVION

SHIGARAKI X FEMALE READER 9100 WORDS LOONNGG Headcannons / fic

⚠️⚠️WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️SMUT SEX XXX🚦🛑

Shigaraki has a bitchy, toxic girlfriend who treats him like shit and doesn't love him. Shes also a prude at sex. Not letting him do anything he wants to. Only the occasional plain boring vanilla sex. He believes he can't find anyone better, that no one would want him, then you come along. The attraction is immediate. So he cheats on his horrible girlfriend with you. Now will you want a relationship with him. What will happen to his girlfriend. This isn't spaced how I'd like but it was the only way it would fit

Shigaraki's relationship had become stale, loveless, boring. Honestly he wasn't sure there was ever love in it to begin with. From the start he had blinders on, only seeing what he wanted to. Ignoring all the signs that it was just for show. That his girlfriend was a gold digging bitch. Despite knowing the truth he still stayed.

Looking back he knows the real reason he got together with her. Michelle, the very name brings a bitter taste to his mouth now. But at the start she showed him affection, which he had been deprived of for so long, all his life almost, and here was this girl flirting with him, touching him. A soft feminine caress was so nice. She gave him what he so desperately wanted, someone to call his. He was tired of being lonely so he played along, telling himself everything was fine, I have a girlfriend, trying to trick himself into believing it.

The first person who showed him the slightest amount of attention and he clung to it for dear life. He was blinded by a pretty face. He was just drawn to the thought of having someone, anyone. He was still a human being and companionship is a basic necessity. She wasn't bad to look at either. She was an above average looking girl and he knew he couldn't be picky, not with his looks. Shigaraki thought of himself as ugly. Hideous was more like it. A monster. His skin was dry, cracked and scarred. He was broken and flawed.

He never dreamed he would have a girl to call his. The chance of anyone wanting him was unlikely so when she came along offering a sweet smile, a soft touch, and of course sex, he latched onto it. Jumping at the chance of having a girlfriend. A warm, soft body laying next to him, in his bed, the very thought made his heart skip a beat. Shigaraki was a faithful man. He devoted himself to one person. Too bad she was only with him for what she could get out of it. In it just for clout.

Shigaraki was a very strong, feared villain already. He was the leader of the League of Villains. In command of the PLF. Everyone knew he was AFO's successor, on his way to becoming the next Villain King. Which meant money, authority, and power. She was his girlfriend and that got her respect, and since he came with money she was able to go shopping, all she had to do was touch him or have sex with him. So she played the role.

She would sling insults at him on a daily basis. Constantly reminding him of his scars and skin condition. Saying how uncomfortable it was to kiss him. It was only when she wanted something that she would allow him to indulge in sex, as if she was granting him a huge favor.

"You should be thankful you have a girlfriend" she would sneer. Looking at him with her lips curled up, like he was a piece of dirt on her shoe. Her words broke his heart.

"Why are you even with me if you think I'm so hideous" he would ask.

"You're lucky to have me, no one else would be with someone like you" was her cruel response.

She always tried to get him to put lotion on his scars, telling him "don't you want to look normal." His heart clenched every time he heard those hurtful words, knowing how she really felt, it was like a knife in his heart. He didn't need a reminder of his appearance, he was confronted with it every time he looked in the mirror. Hell he thought about it all the time, he hated himself more than anyone.

"It's a skin condition, lotion doesn't help" he would mumble in return, hanging his head, letting his hair obscure his features, like it would somehow erase them.

"Well keep them covered. I don't want to see them, you now that's why I close my eyes when we have sex" she bite out.

When they had sex she wouldn't ever look at him, she preferred to do doggie style or ride him that way she didn't have to see his face.

He was horny all the time so getting laid was a plus, even if it was only once in a while. After all if she wanted that new designer bag or to get those claws of hers done she would have to act like a real girlfriend and open her legs.

When it came to sex she was boring, only willing to do vanilla sex. Due to his large size she made him use a ton of lube and go very slow, complaining the whole time. "You're too big, not so fast" she would complain.

He wanted a fun eager girlfriend to moan his name, beg for his cock. Willing to indulge all his fantasies that he jerks off to so often, to hold them down, hear them cry and whimper. Letting him choke them as he drives his dick into them, say all the filthy things on his mind.

Swallow his cum instead of having to let it spray it on the floor like it was something filthy. To spill his seed on their face, or fill up their tight pussy. One time he had came on Michelle's stomach and she freaked out like it was the nastiest thing in the world, hurling and gagging as if it was killing her. The first time he tried to put his hand on her throat she freaked out. "Keep those freaky hands away from me, you could kill me," she would scold him.

He wanted nothing more than to pound into her, being in her warm cunt felt so fucking good. For Shigaraki controlling himself was such a struggle. He longed to be rough, to let go. He wanted to spank a girl till she couldn't sit for a week, for being bad and disobeying him. Choke her while he was balls deep in her sex. Dominate her so she knows her place. Make her open her mouth so he could spit in it and laugh as she gulps it down. Shove his length up her ass while his fingers plunged into her pussy. Walk her around on a leash so it was clear she was his pet.

He knew there wasn't a chance in hell Michelle would be willing to participate in such shameful, vile activities, she was such a prude. "You can't actually think I'd let you do that kind of perverted stuff to me, what's wrong with you" she would say, so he dropped it.

When it came time for him to get attention she flat out refused to go down on him, saying how revolting it was to put his uncircumcised dick in her mouth. Only occasionally would she lazily give him head when she wanted something bad enough, and even then it didn't last long, nor was she able to take much of him, he was a big boy after all so he never expected that. Always saying how she deserved a reward for doing him such a big favor.

She would give him a lazy hand job but his own hand did a better job at that than she did. Still the feel of a girl's touch on his cock was nice. Something he never thought he'd feel.

She always wanted him to eat her out though. Telling him that those dry chapped lips were only good for one thing.

Tomura certainly didn't mind camping between a girl's legs and eating her out, hell he enjoyed it even if she was not that tasty. She was bitter and tart, but the way she would squirm and whimper made it easy to pretend he had a loving girlfriend who desired him.

Over time they had sex less and less. Tomura got off more by masturbating than by his own girlfriend, and even kissing had ceased. Yet he stayed anyway and took the verbal abuse and he hated himself for it. Why? Because he was that pathetic, he wanted a girl that bad.

He felt like a dog begging for a bone, a scrap of attention. He'd pay someone just to hold him. To let him touch their soft skin. Pet his hair.

One night he was so desperate for sex, or any human contact, that he begun humping Michelle in her sleep, he needed friction, contact, anything. Of course she woke up, shocked that her boyfriend was defiling her in such a way. "What the fuck is wrong with you, your so gross" then proceeding to call him such horrible names, he felt so humiliated.

He didn't understand why he remained with her, well, that's a lie, deep down he knew.

As long as she touched him, even briefly, a brush of her hand, her leg brushing his as she sat close to him, laying next to him, then it was worth it. And he was ashamed of it, hated himself for it, all for the chance to be held and caressed. He was so pathetic he knew it, but he just craved touch. What he wouldn't give to feel loved, what does it even feel like? He would never know.

When he is alone he would cry, tears silently rolling down his face at the thought of never feeling real love, to have a lover who wasn't embarrassed of him, who would cuddle him, tell him he was good looking, yeah right, that's not gonna happen, he thought bitterly. But having someone who would beg for his cock and not brush him off with excuses would be a dream come true, but it would only happen in his dreams.

This was the best he would ever have. Sadness left a lump in his throat. The hurt and pain was always there, playing under the surface. He would soon find out how very wrong he was.

The thing that hurt the most though was the time he put his hair in a ponytail to get it outta his face, pinning his long bangs back. He never did this in public cause he was too self conscious, but it was just him and her so he grabbed a rubber band, clips, and tied it back.

He immediately felt her eyes on him, looking over at her she had her lips curled in a sneer, "what’s wrong" he asked confused. Her answer was like a knife in his heart.

"Take it down, I don't wanna see that dry scarred mess of a face."

He felt the prickly pain stab his heart. his self esteem had always been bad, he was aware of every stare, every whisper, when he would go out in public, but from the girl who is supposed to care about him, love him. He turned away before she could see the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, he tore the tie out his hair hiding his face once again. He'd give anything for a girl to make him feel attractive and loved

Strange thing was he didn't complain, he had no passion for her, no desire anymore. After just 6 months. At times he wanted to lay his hand on her face and watch her turn to dust. The terrifying villain Tomura Shigaraki who could destroy a city was being bullied by his own so-called girlfriend. Sad, but true. No one would ever want him, little lone love him. He accepted that he would never have someone. Then you came along.

His jaw nearly dropped when he first laid eyes on you. You took his breath away. You were gorgeous, prettier than any girl he had ever seen. He would do anything to call you his. But what chance did he have with a girl like you. You could have any guy you wanted. You wouldn't look twice at a freak like him. Or so he thought.

He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame, craving your warmth, your essence. Your very presence brightened his day.

After striking up a conversation with you he had come to find out you two had a lot in common. Similar childhood, both of you were damaged, and neglected. Shockingly you had killed your family as well, unable to control your power.

Of course you shared his hatred for heroes due to your traumatic past, agreeing with him on his thoughts about society. Flattering him by calling him genius, saying you found him to be a great leader and very strong. But he wanted to hear you call him attractive, sadly you didn't.

When you talked to him you were respectful, calling him boss and sir, a warm smile gracing your lips as you looked in his eyes, his name rolled off your tongue like honey. "Yes Sir Mister Shigaraki" your voice alone nearly made him cream in his pants. What he wouldn't give to get you alone. He couldn't help but imagine you calling him master with his cock sheathed inside you.

Talking to you flowed so easily it just came naturally. As you two talked he found himself getting lost in your eyes. They were so bright, vibrant, sparkling with so much life. Your lips were full and pinkish red, he longed to grab you and press his lips to yours, to see his dick between those lips.

You didn't seem repulsed by his appearance, showing no shock or revulsion upon seeing his face, you didn't treat him like a monster.

You were always on his mind, invading his thoughts, his dreams. He would close his eyes and picture fucking you, ramming his length down your throat, hearing you beg for him. Imagining you naked underneath him, taking every inch of him. His eyes opened as he fisted his erection moaning your name as he came, his seed spilling onto the floor.

His so called girlfriend didn't seem to care about the time he spent with you. Hell she seemed relieved by it.

One time he overheard Michelle talking to you, she was of course downing his appearance.

"He used to wear this creepy hand on his face before we met, I never knew why till I saw his face, it's so ugly, nothing but scars and dry skin, and his lips don't even get me started" her shrill laugh echoed.

What he heard next made his heart leap in his chest. You stood up for him, defended him, calling him attractive.

"Wow your a real fucking bitch you know that, how do you not find that man sexy, he's strong powerful smart and hot as fuck. So he has scars that does not make him a ugly. He deserves so much better than you. If I had a man like that I'd treat him like a King" you ranted.

Shigaraki's heart fluttered in his chest, joy spread through him.

Michelle stood there shocked for a minute before calling you a bitch and throwing a punch at you which you easily dodged.

"You don't want a fight with me whore. I would beat your ass," you warned her.

So when she went to attack you once more you landed a hit to her face, knocking her to the ground, giving her a black eye.

Shigaraki continued watching, a happy smile tugging at his lips. This was a dream come true. Did he have a chance with you? He had to find out.

Later that day his bitch of a girlfriend left for a week to see friends and he quickly headed to your room, he had to see you, know if he had a chance with you.

"Come in" you yelled as he knocked on your door. Slipping inside he made sure to close and lock the door behind him, he didn't want any interruptions.

"Oh hi Shigaraki sir" you beamed up at him. You were sitting on your bed, back against the headboard, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress. Putting down the tablet that you were drawing on, "what do you need" you asked, a bright smile on your face.

Approaching the bed he looked at the drawing. It was a fantasy witch woman (think sakimichan art). "Wow this is amazing" Shigaraki said.

"Thanks, it's a hobby of mine. What do you need boss man". Tomura's attention now turned to your bare legs, your short skirt showing off your nice thighs, lacy black panties in clear view. He couldn't help but reach out and run his fingers up your thighs.

"I prefer you to call me Master" a wide grin formed on his lips. Eyes clouded with lust. His fingers now at the edge of your shirt. Smiling back you replied

"OK Master Shigaraki." Your eyes seemed to sparkle. That was all it took. He was on you in a instant. Pulling you down flat against the bed, His legs positioned between your thighs pushing them apart. Hands on either side of your head, his face hovering inches above yours.

"Do you have any idea how hard you make me, how much I think about you. I'm gonna make you mine little kitten, gonna fuck you so hard" he growled."

Gazing up at him you simply say "Yes Master" his lips crash against your.

He had no guilt about his feelings for you. Nor about pushing your skirt up to your waist, tearing your panties off and shoving two long fingers in your pussy.

The surprised moan that left you sent a jolt straight to his already stiff cock. He needed to hear more of them, wanted to have you cry his name, and squirm on his dick.

"Oh fuck your so tight" he groaned.

"I'm a virgin" you replied, voice hardly above a whisper. His manic grin spreads from ear to ear, "not for long" his raspy voice says sending pleasurable waves through your body.

"I'll be the only cock you ever know." He promised. You didn't fight him, you were willing, very willing. He slid his fingers in and out of your warm core, curling and scissoring them. The calloused pad of his thumb rubbing rough circles over your clit making your back arch, your hand gripping the bed sheets. His invading digits were covered in your wetness.

"Shigaraki," his name left your lips in a sob.

"Tell me you want me kitten, I need to hear you say it, please" he begged his voice deep and gravely. He needed desperately to hear you admit to wanting him. Your lust filled eyes locked with his vermilion ones.

"I want you Shigaraki, please" you sounded so hungry for him, so passionate, you really craved him just as he did you. He couldn't believe a goddess like you chose him, desired him. You sounded so erotic moaning his name like a mantra. He needed to hear how you would sound begging, crying. How hot you would look with tears rolling down that pretty face.

The things he wanted to do to you danced through his mind, vivid images playing in his head. Would you be willing to indulge him? He was damn sure gonna try. He felt like he would go crazy if he was forced to hold back any more. Hell he didn't think he could.

Working his way down your body, stopping to worship special areas along the way. His hands squeezing your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth, lightly biting the pert bud. He wasn't satisfied till your tits were decorated with hickeys.

His lips trailed lower, kissing your stomach, hands kneading your thighs. Finally settling between your parted legs. His face a breathe away from your soaked sex. Thumb toying with your sensitive clit. A slew of profanities and moans fell from your lips.

"You like that kitten" his voice husky with desire. All you could manage was a whimper. Slowly removing his fingers from you, he brought them to his mouth, licking each one clean of your juices.

"You taste so good, I want more," he groaned. Leaning forward his tongue slipped out, licking over your puffy slit, tasting you again.

"Damn your so wet, and all for me" tracing his name across your folds he felt your legs shake and when he flicks his tongue over your clit the cry you gave had his shaft throbbing.

He was worried you would complain the way Michelle did. Yet when he took your hard nub between his dry lips the sob you gave as your hands tangled in his blue locks, your thighs clamping around his head as your hips bucked up, this was all the encouragement he needed. He lapped at you little jewel before slipping his tongue inside your sex, gathering more of your essence. He was already addicted to your taste.

Finally he reluctantly pulled away, looking in your pleasure hazy eyes he wrapped his hand around your throat. He could feel your walls clench around his manhood. An encouraging moan slid past your lips. Your eyes filled with desire, you enjoyed it, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. You had to be made just for him. A warmth spread through him, was this happiness. So he tried something else . Leaning down his face hovering just above yours.

"Does my dirty little whore want my cock, I'm gonna stuff this greedy pussy so full of cum, you'll be my pretty little cum dump, you'll like that won't you slut" he growls out. Heart hammering in his chest, worried about your reaction.

"Yes Shigaraki" you brokenly cried.

He had to be dreaming. It was too good to be true. His lips formed a wide deranged looking grin as his eyes darkened. He drove his thick leaking cock past your slit, hands keeping you in place. You squirmed and whined under him. Back arching off the bed as a silent cry left you. Any control he had maintained was gone. His hips surged forward pushing in further.

Looking down he watched as your small opening stretches wider and wider as he impaled you. The cute sounds you were making only served to encourage him. With a few sharp jerks he was finally buried in your tight heat. Fuck you felt so fucking good he nearly lost it. He wanted to give you time to get used to him but his restraint snapped.

Pulling out just to plunge back into you. Your hands gripped the sheets, tears streamed down your face and a mix of moans and screams filled the room. His thrusts became furious. Pounding into your tight cunt.

"Master call me master, tell me you want to be my fuckdoll." He was getting bolder, seeing how far you would go.

"Yes Master. I'm your fuckdoll"

His hips slammed into you relentlessly. Completely burying himself to the hilt in your tight pussy. You were a trembling sobbing mess under him. It was the most erotic sight he'd even seen.

Pumping his fat length into you, his balls slapping against your ass, looking down he watched himself slide in and out, each time coated with more of your slick. You felt so incredibly tight around him.

"Mine" he growled possessively. His pace became rougher.

"Fuck yes, cry for me pet. You look so hot like this. It just makes me harder" he groaned continuing his assault on your aching core.

When his orgasm hit he came so hard his entire body shook, emptying himself in your tight cunt. Flooding you with his seed. But he didn't stop. He was still rock hard as he fucked the cum into you. "Gonna stuff your slutty hole with my thick cum" he growled. Wrecking your body for hours to come.

When he came down from his sex high he pulled you close. But his heart sank as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

She regrets it was his first thought. I knew no one would want me, why can't she want me. The thoughts raced through his mind, trying his hardest to not cry.

As you stood up from the bed your legs were like jelly, too weak, and they gave out, causing you to fall back down onto the mattress. You'd always heard about getting fucked so hard you can't walk but didn't think it was true.

"Shiggy, baby, I need to pee and clean up but I can't walk" you blushed looking back at your lover who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

"Love what's wrong" you were concerned.

"Is that why you pulled away from me". He spoke, his voice soft, it seemed to crack with emotion.

"Yeah, of course, what did you thi…"you started, the realization hit you. He thought you were leaving.

"Oh Shiggy baby no'' you reassured him, laying back down next to him. Your hand moving his hair out of his handsome face, revealing all his scars. Tenderly trailing a path of warm kisses all over his forehead, under his eyes, before finally planting a deep kiss on his lips. Next thing you know he has you pinned beneath him, mouth sucking at your neck hungrily. His stiffening manhood poking your entrance once again, pre cum smearing your already cum coated pussy.

"Shig...bathroom first please" he huffed at this, wanting to be buried inside again. Reluctantly he pulled away gathering you in his arms. He carried you to the bathroom even going as far as setting you on the toilet and taking a warm wash cloth to clean and sooth your sore sex.

As soon as he got you back in bed he wasted no time in sliding his dick between your puffy lips, sheathing himself deep in your hot core, refusing to let you leave the bed for the next week.

The week that Michelle was gone Shigaraki and you grew much closer, not just sexually but on a mental and emotional level. You could sit and talk for hours, engrossed in the conversation. You were actually interested in his thoughts and plans, offering input when he would ask your opinions.

You shared soft times as well. Washing his hair, giving him massages, and just cuddling while enjoying movies together. You spent the entire week practically glued to each other's side. He had more sex in that week then he had with Michelle in 6 months. Then Michelle returned, and things changed.

You came into the room to see Shigaraki and there she was, pretending to give a damn about him which meant she wanted something as usual. The sickening way she draped herself over him made your stomach turn.

Surely he wouldn't fall for it. He wanted you, right? Why did he seem to enjoy it. Did he really want her? You couldn't stand watching the scene before you so you turned around and left.

Feeling that twinge of pain as it gripped your heart. Seeing her hang on him. Why would he let her, didn't he want you. Guess not, why, why did he stay with her. We connected, there was passion. Was I just an easy lay for him? You could already feel the tears that threatened to fall.

You went to your room and began packing, shoving your clothes into a duffel bag, tears blurring your vision, unable to remain here any longer after catching feelings for him just to see them together. How could he. I'm such an idiot you thought.

Shigaraki knew what Michelle was up to, but he played along. He had a plan to give her what she deserves. He was a man who firmly believed in revenge. But also he didn't know if you were serious about being with him. What if you were toying with him, no you wouldn't do that. It didn't make sense, you seemed to really like him and definitely enjoyed the sex. He had heard you stand up for him. There was no way you were fake like Michelle.

The urge to see you overwhelmed him, so pushing Michelle aside he headed towards your room his heart fluttering at the very thought of you. Arriving at your room, a happy smile affixed to his face, he threw your door open ready to take you in his arms, but what he saw made his heart sink. Tears pricked at his eyes, your stuff was mostly gone with the exception of stuff that was boxed up ready to be taken. Did you play him too?

Of course you did, why would a goddess like you want a scarred monster villain like him. He should have known better. The hurt and heartache took over, weighing heavily on his shattered being and he fell to his knees. No one could actually want him, love him. He should have known. Why? Why? The question repeated in his mind. I'm destined to be alone.

He thought he had found love, acceptance. The most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, he clicked with you, and the sex, fuck, it was mind boggling earth shaking amazing. You were so willing to do whatever he wanted. Happily swallowing his bitter cum as he would call you a filthy cum whore.

The way you moaned as he drove his cock up your tight ass. You were his. The way your eyes sparkled, the joy your smile brought him. Just being next to you made his world go round. He'd do anything for you.

No, he would not let you go. Never. He refused. He'd find you and tie you to his bed if he had to. Whatever it took. The obsessive thoughts clouded his brain. He had to keep you. You were his, his women, his property. His hands clenched into fists by his side.

Getting up he set out to find you. But just as he reached for the door it swung open to reveal you, your eyes red from crying, matching his own tear filled eyes.

"Am I that repulsive that you are running away from me?" His voice cracked betraying his emotions. The words slipped past his lips before he could stop them as he stalked up to you, gripping your arms in a bruising hold.

"I saw you were that gold digging whore and I can't Shig. It hurts too much. I refuse to watch you two together. My heart won't let me. I'd kill the bitch I swear."

"You honestly think I would really pick her over you," he says, shocked.

"Are you stupid, why on earth would I want her when I can have you" he adds, a look of disbelief on his face.

"When I came here and saw your things gone I thought you were ashamed of me and regretted it." His voice just above a whisper.

"Tomura no, I want you, how could I not" your sweet voice was the most enchanting thing he'd ever heard. Making him happier than he thought possible.

"I saw your stuff gone and got worried you were trying to run away from me. That you were leaving me. I didn't think I was good enough for a goddess like you, you're so perfect how could you actually want me. I don't wanna live without your touch," his voice wavered, his sad eyes held yours.

"Your more than good enough Tomura. I got scared you were going back to that bitch. How could I want anyone after having you," sliding your arms around his waist you laid a soft kiss on his lips.

"You'll be mine, my obedient pet, my little sex doll" his husky voice spoke against your neck.

"Absolutely I will." Your hands carded through his long white locks. Tilting your head to give him better access. "What about Michelle" you questioned.

"Oh I have something special planned for her" he grinned. "Now let's move your stuff to my room where it belongs."

In the process of taking your belongings you ran into Michelle.

"Tomie baby can I get your card? I wanna get my hair done" she asked, going to kiss him while her hand rubbed his chest, batting her lashes at him. Shigaraki pushed her away, disgusted.

"Get the fuck away from me your greedy bitch. We are done."

The look on her face was priceless, pure shock. "What," she stuttered.

"You heard me, don't make me repeat myself" he growled, giving her a death glare.

"You can't be serious. Do you really think someone else will want your ugly scared dry ass you freak. You'll be alone forever, I took pity on you." She yelled pure hate in her tone.

Shigaraki's hand twitches, the urge to reach out and decay her was strong, but he had something better planned.

"I've already found someone way better," he hooks an arm around your waist pulling you to his side. "Now I have a parting gift for all the insults, all the shifty sex, for being such a stuck up, clout chasing, prudish bitch" he gritted out. His evil grin widening. "Let's get you to the Doctor, shall we? You'll make a great Nomu. I'm sure all the male Nomus will welcome a female one, oh and don't worry you will keep your conscience, although I will have control over you" He giggled.

Michelle tried to get away but Shigaraki grabbed her by the hair. She struggled and screamed, begging for him to let her go as he flung her over his shoulder. She fought and kicked trying to get free but it was useless. Her pleas and cries fall on deaf ears.

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Shigaraki felt true happiness waking up with you clinging to him. Feelings of love and warmth radiated from you. His fingers danced over your naked flesh, his cock rose to attention, getting harder by the second, needing to feel your tight warmth encasing him.

He carefully rolled you over, his eyes surveying your body, it was littered with evidence of his time with you. Pride wells up in him knowing he was the cause of it. His lips kissed a path across your chest. Nimble fingers plunged into your depths rousing you out of your slumber, drawing a soft sigh from you, your arms encircling his neck.

"Good morning beautiful" he breathed.

"Umm Shiggy" you sighed. Hips bucking up at the feeling of his evading fingers.

"You want me my pet" he whispered in your ear, "tell me, I want to hear you say it. Beg for your me, be a good pet"

"How could I not," you replied.

His long fingers were working in and out of your dripping core, curling and spreading you open trying to prepare you for what was to come. He ached to be inside you, his bulbous tip positioned at your entrance.

Slowly he started to push in, his mouth capturing your cries as his lips crashed against yours. Your hands gripped him, gasping at the feeling of being stretched around his fat cock, nails digging into his skin leaving scratch marks down his back.

Sinking in further, little by little, sheathing himself completely in your needy pussy. Your walls clamp down on his throbbing shaft.

Glancing down to where he was connected to you, he watched his member pistoning in and out of you, stretching you wide, forcing you to accept every inch of him. Your cunt clinging to his rutting manhood,

The moans you were making were the most erotic thing he had ever heard. It made him want to draw more of those lovely sounds from your lips. Grabbing your hands, he held them over your head within one hand, his other anchored around your throat causing you to gasp as he choked you.

"Your mine little toy, now say it" he growled, his hips snapping against you. His drooling tip kissing that special bumpy spot deep with.

"Yours" was all you could manage to say. His brutal assault of your cunt left you withering beneath him, completely at his mercy and you loved it. Your walls twitch every time his thick length dragged over them, filling you so blissfully full. When he came his onslaught didn't stop, he remained hard stuffing you with cum several times over.

"Let my cum leak out of you. I wanna know your pussy is dripping my seed all day, staining those fleshy thighs."

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Everyone seemed happy Michelle was gone.

"Fucking hated that fake bitch."Dabi grumbled.

Mr. Compress countered with "Shigaraki definitely received a major upgrade with you. He hit the jackpot with this beauty."

"Just remember she's mine,'' Shigaraki grumbled, linking his arm around your waist pulling you close, in a possessive show of ownership. I'm the luckiest man alive he thought.

"Oh babe. Don't worry no one could ever take me from you." You say holding his face planting loving kisses all over it and neck. Whispering loving words in his ear.

Later that day you had gone to hang out with a Toga, but Shigaraki was missing you and getting impatient so he decided to go get you and drag you back to his room. As he searched for you he heard your lovely voice and it brought a smile to his face, but what he heard next made his heart sink.

"He's so freaking annoying, he won't leave me alone, and he has one of those faces that just make you wanna hurl."

Tomura felt his whole world crumble, you were just like Michelle, of course you couldn't stand him, of course you found him ugly. His heart broke. He knew you were too good to be true. How could he delude himself into thinking he could be happy, that a girl, especially one as gorgeous as you, would want him.

He fell against the wall, unable to hold himself up, tears already falling from his eyes as your words cut like a knife.

"He keeps trying to get with me, he won't take the hint" you sounded so irritated.

"You should tell Shigaraki, he'd take care of him," Toga mentioned.

Wait, you weren't talking about him, you were talking about someone else. Shigaraki felt his heart jump in his chest, he had misunderstood. Joy overtook him. His world was bright again. But wait who the fuck was bothering you, he would kill them.

"I don't wanna bother him."

"Well this guy doesn't seem to get the message so I would tell Shigaraki"

"Tell me what" Shigaraki asked, pretending he hadn't heard the conversation as he came around the corner.

"Hi love'' you beamed, turning towards him. Wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace, laying a sweet kiss on his lips.

He pulled you tight against him, his tongue delving into your mouth, twirling around your own.

"Who's bothering you pet, tell me. I'll gladly take care of it. You are never a bother." Stressing the word never as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Just some guy who's had a crush on me and won't get the hint."

"Where does he live? I'll pay him a visit." A sinister smirk promising vicious deeds spread over Tomura's face.

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You and Shigaraki couldn't get enough of each other.

Hands were always exploring and caressing each other's bodies. Craving each other's touch. Mouths nipping and kissing, teeth sinking into flesh leaving brands of ownership. Tongue eagerly licking paths over naked skin.

Shigaraki kept you on his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck as you sat astride his thighs. Hands under your skirt, clutching your ass, fingers digging in leaving marks behind.

The sex, fucking hell did he have a high sex drive. If he could live with you affixed on his dick he would.

Unable to control himself he'll pound into your pussy at rapid speed your whole body rocked with each rough thrust.

His stamina was superhuman, able to go all night easily, round after round. Filling all your holes with his thick cum. By the end it was spilling out if you. Your face, and tits painted with his milky seed. You were usually unable to walk afterwards. By the end of the night you'll be a shaking mess all holes packed with cum. Your face tits and ass covered with his potent seed. At this point he would get his phone and snap filthy pictures of you.

Finally being able to fulfill his sexual desires Shigaraki was overzealous at indulging himself, using your body however he wanted. You certainly had no complaints. You were more than willing to submit to him in every way letting him do as he pleased with you.

You didn't freak out when his hand encased your neck, if anything it made your pussy clamp down on him even more, encouraging him, making him harder, a wicked grin on his face knowing you got off to it as much as he did.

When he would shove his fingers down your throat, making you lick them clean of your own arousal you would never look at him with disgust instead you were his good girl obediently doing as you were told.

When he would have you open your mouth so he could spit it in, his saliva joining his cum that was already filling your mouth, snapping a picture before telling you to swallow the concoction of bodily fluids you obliged, swallowing it all down like your master wanted.

You would lie there letting him lick and slobber over every inch of your writhing body. Drooling above you, leaving trails of saliva across your curvy form.

He would worship every inch of you. Taking his time as he made sure not an inch of you was left untouched or kissed.

You didn't panic when he tied you up doing as he pleased with your defenseless body. You fully submit to him. Hearing you whimper as you tried to wiggle free was so cute, it just made him cum harder

Every time he would fuck you he seemed to get rougher and more dominating, unable to hold back, testing your limits, pushing you to endure more, training your cunt as he put it.

Slamming his twitching length into you, causing you to whine and tremble beneath him. Shivering on his thick shaft as it stretches you beyond your limits, tears falling from your pretty eyes. Calling you his cum dump whore, his perfect little toy, his greedy slut. Telling you how he was gonna break you.

"Your my fuck doll I'll do whatever I want my pet. Look at what a whore you are for my cock. You're gonna look so beautiful covered in my cum."

He'll stuff your pussy and ass, packing them full of his cum, watching with glee as it leaks out. Spraying your tits and face with his seed, you just look so hot covered with his jizz.

But he'll pamper you afterwards, cleaning you off, running a hot bath for you to soak in as he washes you. Cradling you close to his chest, wanting you as close as possible. Telling you he loves and cherishes you.

Call him master, daddy, or sir, he insists on it.

He wants to fuck all your holes. You got an entrance, his cock is in it. Thrusting in your warm pussy, are shoved up your little puckered asshole. He won't show mercy either. He'll relentlessly pound away till he gets his fill.

You never complained when he put his hand on the back of your head, ensuring you can't pull away while he forces his dick down your throat, making you gag and drool around it as you choke on him, he nearly loses it right then. He had no idea how you were able to get the whole thing in your mouth but fuck was he a lucky man.

"Look at you taking me so well, that's my good pet making your master feel so good" he groans, his hips jerking forward, balls slapping your chin as he ruthlessly fuck your pretty face. Eyes filled with tears as you looked up at him like a pet wanting its master's praise.

You tasted so delicious he could spend hours between your thighs, hands holding them open, face buried in your sopping pussy, tongue snaking in and out eagerly slurping up every bit of your arousal.

Lips attacking your sensitive clit, the rough texture driving you crazy, your legs shaking, as you mumbled incoherently. Hands threading through his hair, hips bucking against his face. Unlike Michelle you seemed to highly enjoy his talented tongue and mouth.

When he told you he wanted to milk your tits you didn't look at him with revulsion, you simply replied "but I'm not pregnant" you said confused.

"There are ways baby, here I'll show you" and that he did, his mouth latched onto your breasts, milking you like a babe. Your nipples were so sore and tender when he would finish but you didn't care. If it made him content and happy that was enough.

You didn't look at him with disgust when he pulled you to him and started humping your backside, grunting and panting in your ear. His twitching member stiffening in his pants. Eyes half lidded as he rode out his high.

No scolding him for being so horny and needy. You simply compiled, letting him do as he pleased then asked, "do you feel better baby, we could have gone to the room you know."

"I like humping you," he replied sheepishly a blush forming on his cheeks.

"OK, whatever makes you feel good love" you smiled, easing any insecurities he had.

He gave you a collar and leash as a present with 'Shigaraki's pet' embroidered on one. The other read Shigaraki's Toy'. They were black leather with red stitched writing. The leash itself was silver. For my perfect fuckdoll the package said.

You didn't protest when he affixed it around your neck, locking it in place, the key went in his pocket so only he could remove it. Attaching the leash he took a step back and gave a hard tug on it, forcing you to stumble forward.

"See if you don't behave all I gotta do is yank,'' he says, pulling the leash once more causing you to choke. "Best be a good pet"

When his cum seeps out of you, spilling onto the floor and he pushes your face in the puddle ordering you to "lick up every bit of it, clean the floor with your tongue slut." You being a good pet do as you're told, not missing a drop, making him so proud.

Everyone thought Shigaraki was extremely lucky to have you and they told him so, but he didn't need to be told, he knew. You were the best thing to happen to him.

He would look at you while you slept, wondering how he was able to have such a goddess as his girl. His hand caressing your face, taking in every detail, cherishing your beauty.

When you wake up and smile upon seeing him it's the greatest feeling in the world. He was happy for the first time in his life. He would never let you leave. He would cling to you for dear life. You were his everything.

Being cuddled up with you was the best, his head on your breasts holding you tightly, arms wrapped around your waist, breathing in your scent, feeling content and loved.

He would often walk up behind you while you were in a conversation with someone or on your phone, doing something that wasn't paying attention to him, and just pull you into his chest and hold you, arms clasp around your waist, demanding all your attention.

You were always affectionate with him, clinging to him, making him feel wanted and loved. Lavishing praise on him. Assuring him that, in your eyes he was the sexiest man alive. That he ruined you for any other guys, no one would be able to please you the way he could.

Happily sitting in his lap, arms encircling his waist, unable to resist kissing him, it didn't matter if others were around you wanted to shower him with affection. When you would run your fingers through his hair he almost purred, it was so soothing.

There would be times when neither of you left his room, too caught up in the pleasure of each other to be bothered. The only thought on your minds were each other's bodies. The hunger to taste and please the other was all you knew.

When he was between your legs, hands gripping them as he kept your thighs spread open so he could dine on your dripping pussy, it was utter ecstasy. His mouth felt so good sucking your clit, tongue licking your slit before snaking inside your warm cunt making your legs tremble. He ate you out like a starving man. Not stopping till you came on his tongue.

You were always happy to return the favor, falling to your knees and taking his pulsing erection in your mouth. He wasted no time in thrusting it down your throat, instructing you to look at him the whole time so he could enjoy seeing your tears. His hand on the back of your head, halting you from pulling away.

"That's it pet, choke on your masters cock like a good girl"

You know it's weird but you loved when he talked like this, you enjoyed it. Calling you his whore, cum dump, fuck toy, it made you wet and he knew it.

He makes sure you swallow every bit of his cum as it spurts down your throat. The face you make as the bitter thick fluid goes down your throat gives him twisted joy.

Pushing you to the ground He positions his throbbing length at your entrance, pre cum smearing over your slit as he rubs his leaking tip against it. He's so hot and heavy, ready to surge forward, to have your pussy swallow his aching cock. Gripping your legs he pushes them up to your chest, giving himself better access, allowing his dick to sink deeper inside you. Your walls cling to his meaty shaft, so tight and warm, slick with arousal for him. Your hands grasp at his arms as inch by inch he buries himself to the hilt.

"That's a good pet, taking me so well. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't stand little one" he growled, a devious smirk on his face, driving himself balls deep in your tight warmth, over and over. His tip kissing that special bumpy patch that made your eyes roll back and your toes curl. Heat spiraling out through your body.

You whimpered under the force of his unforgiving thrusts. He was stretching you so very wide around his fat length, your walls desperately trying to accommodate him as your pussy constricts around him.

"Say my name, precious toy, call me master" he demands. "Beg for me"

You struggle to get the words out under the pressure of his hand on your throat, and the roughness of his cock pounding into you. "Plea..see….ma….ter, I wan…..ou, fuck me" you plead like a good girl wanting to please him, but your mind is hazy with the pleasure he is bestowing on you and speaking is difficult, you never want him to stop.

His cock throbs as it drags over your fluttering walls that are sucking him in deeper, clamping down on him not wanting to let go. He thrusts into you making you cum again and again, soaking his dick.

You look absolutely gorgeous like this, your head thrown back, eyes half lidded, beautiful moans emerging from your lips and your dripping cunt is so deliciously tight as it milks him.

"Drench my cock baby. Show me how much you want me, let me know how good I make you feel. Fuck I'm gonna fill this little cunt so full of my cum." He grunts, taking his member nearly all the way out before plunging back in.

True to his word he slams into you a few more times before he stills, you feel his fat length twitch as it spurts ropes of hot cum in your aching pussy, painting your pretty walls white, stuffing your sore slutty hole full. You can already feel it oozing out of your sopping cunt and spilling on the covers beneath you.

"You did so good, your such a good fuck doll for me aren't you" Shigaraki practically purrs, praising you. Leaning down to meet your lips in a desperate kiss, his tongue snaking inside your mouth, his hand squeezing your throat just enough to make you gasp into the kiss. "Mine, you belong to me kitten"

Shigaraki has to pinch himself everyday to convince himself that you're real, that you're his woman and it's not just a dream. Neither one of you are able to keep your hands off each other. Shigaraki has a constant need to hold you, and feel your body snuggled against him and you happily let him.

Sometimes even insisting that you cockwarm him which you were more than happy to obliged, sinking down on his stiff cock, your pussy molding around him, keeping him snug and warm in your sex. It can get difficult sometimes, feeling him throb inside you, wanting nothing more than bounce on his lap till you soak his thick cock.

When it came time to check on Michelle's progress. Shigaraki took you to the Doctor's lab to see how the nomu process turned out.

"Oh Shigaraki perfect timing, I've been working day and night and she's finally complete, this way follow me" Garaki eagerly announces, heading down a narrow hall, finally stopping in front of a vat with Nomu Michelle slowly awaking. As soon as she sees you and Shigaraki she starts hitting the glass, anger and fear in her eyes.

"I can control her with this right" Shigaraki holds up what appears to be a small phone, with the push of a button Michelle instantly stops.

"She has retained all her memories and sense of self, I see, that's perfect" Shigaraki sneered at his once bitch of a now X girlfriend.

"She got what she deserved, and so did I" he looks at you with so much love in his eyes. "Let's go kitten, I'm hungry and horny". Linking your arm around his waist you had back to your bedroom.

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When I first started reading your reblog I was like hang on what about Dark!Tommy, you were ready to murder that man 😂. But then you beat me to it with the mention of that psychopath! Aw ok hun, I will definitely tag you from now on ❤️. I've definitely been stirring my readers emotions with this one in the comments 😬😈.

Their relationship is so complicated, you're absolutely right! It's honestly a fucking mess 😅. Y/N's devotion is obvious to everyone and Tommy. And that's the worse part Tommy knows that, he has to feel guilty for his dickish ways but he turns it around by saying shes always pushing it in his face. Like you said Y/N is being mature and it's definitely showing.

Our king is always there for her ❤️. But he's going to do something later on that might make the situation worse 😂. Oh Arthur. It will come from good intentions though, but Polly will have to step in 🤭. He is definitely her biggest cheerleader, I think he picks up on when Y/N is upset more than anyone else.

Ooh me too, I just love a jealous Tommy. He deserved to feel insecure and it's definitely not over for him. He's going to have to face some uncomfortable truths and feelings. 😂😂! Shark you had me giggling so much at this (to pray of course, for what other reason?!) You'd be putty in that man's hands 😅. I actually had to tone Grace's attitude down when editing this part because she was getting really bitchy, but she still came out completely insufferable.

Aw hun sorry, but I'm happy to know I got that reaction from you 🤭😂. I honestly broke my heart writing that part. The past was repeating itself right in front of them again, and Tommy finally took note but you know me...i couldn't have them working it out when there's still so much pain I want them to endure 😈. Well he was wiping his eyes with the back of his hand 🤔, could Tommy possibly have gotten a little dare I say it...teary?

Merci ma belle, I definitely am 😈! Aw thank you hun and for this incredible reblog ❤️. I reread your comments all the time, that's how much I cherish them, so thank you 😘. P.S you're giving me " The Wicker Man" vibes with that gif 😂, poor Tommy but I'll go fetch the wood 😈

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Hopelessly Devoted (PART THREE)

Summary: After the previous day's events relentlessly play out in your head you come to the realisation it's time to move on from any hopes you had of rekindling your relationship with Tommy. But just as you decided to turn the page, Tommy's thoughts begin to be plagued by the past. His attempts at confessing how he really feels short lived when he discovers he has been betrayed on the day his plan to take out Billy Kimber falls apart.

Warnings: Language, angst, mutual pining

Authors note: The song Y/N sings is "Where have all the flowers gone" covered by Olivia Newton-John.

" Shit..." you said as you looked in your bathroom mirror dabbing the cut on your throat with a cotton ball doused in alcohol as you glanced down at your trembling hand, quickly grabbing it with the other to stop the shaking as your frustration with the constant nerves engulfing your every waking breath refused to relent. Walking over to your bed you sat down as tears began to form in the corner of your eyes. How was there even any left? You thought to yourself as you rested your head in your hand, exhausted from another night of almost no sleep. Biting the corner of your mouth you gave up letting the tears fall down your arm as the previous day's events played out in your head, tormenting you over and over again at the bitter pill you had finally forced yourself to swallow. This was it. I'ts over, there was no point in trying to kid yourself into thinking otherwise. Tommy may not have said the words to you himself but Kimber's men had made it clear to you of his feelings when they had a knife pushed up against your neck threatening your life. He was protecting the new barmaid he had known for five minutes by giving your name so freely, putting you in harm's way, the woman he had known his whole life the same woman he once wanted to marry at all cost. You thought to yourself as you glanced at his pocket watch sitting on your bedside table, glaring at it as if he had returned his love back to you, discarding anything he once felt for you like he had with your own feelings for him. Standing up you wiped your tears away as you straightened your body out trying to regain some sort of control over your emotions. Would he even care if you told him what happened when you left the Garrison? What did it even matter, you quickly determined. You had no intentions of telling him, you would not let him think you needed his protection, have him pity you, have him believe you couldn't fend for yourself. You was on your own now that much was clear, his feelings towards you finally understood when he replaced the one thing you never thought he would with such disregard and heartlessness. If Tommy was moving on it was time you did the same. No more tears no more day dreaming of what could have been. From this day forward you promised yourself not to let the heartbreak he had caused you drag you down any further. New me, new start. You mentally hummed to yourself like a mantra as you looked in the mirror hanging on the wall, holding up the burgundy dress you had picked out against your body. "Fuck him" you said as you nodded at your reflection, reassuring yourself on the hardest decision you had ever made. Grace can have him, good luck to her.

" Where is she?" Tommy huffed as he loomed over the large table in the room adjacent to the betting shop as his family looked on shrugging their shoulders. " I dont have fucking time to wait around for her shit" Tommy said as he pulled out his new pocket watch, the weight of it not feeling the same, the shape of it not sitting in his hand how he liked how he had become accustomed to.

" Yes your relentless brooding over her is not obvious at all" Polly uttered quietly under her breath as she licked her finger, turning the page of the newspaper in front of her as Arthur and John sniggered at eachother.

" What's that, hm?" Tommy said as he leaned forward his eyes darting between the three of them as Arthur put his hands up in defence unable to hold back the laugh he had been trying to keep in. You were getting under his skin, and Arthur found it the most comical thing he witnessed all week.

" Sorry brother" Arthur said as he sniffed back his laughs clearing his throat. "But she always has had you by your balls. Not that you'll ever admit it" Arthur snickered as the whole room let out a burst of small laughs whilst Tommy's face twisted in anger. There was nothing more loving than teasing a family member in the Shelby house.

" Right you all done? " he said pointing at everyone as he pulled his pocket watch out to check the time again " Five minutes" he mumbled as he clenched his jaw. " I'll fire every single one of you" Tommy muttered as he sat down in his chair with a huff.

" Alright now that you've had your little temper tantrum can we get to business. And she's ten minutes late not five" Polly said taking a sip of tea, a smile on her lips as she watched the realisation on Tommy's face. His watch for the first time in ten years was on time. Fuck. He had become so used to it being five minutes late he would plan all his meetings around the little habit you had started ten years ago, never bothering to or wanting to turn it to the right time. Except this time you was ten minutes late. Just as Tommy was about to get into another rant about your tardiness the sound of your heels echoing loudly though the betting shop had everyone but Tommy turn their head.

"Fabulous" Polly mouthed to you when you walked into the room, motioning up and down with her hand at your outfit as Tommy's head nearly flew of his neck when he turned to face John and the wolf whistle he had just sent your way.

"There she is" Arthur said, sending you a wink of approval as you strutted through the room with a new air of confidence passing by Tommy as he finally turned his head to you. Looking you up and down Tommy cleared his throat as he shifted in his seat hitching his trousers further up, his eyes widening as he looked you over. Was this for his benefit or everyone else's he wondered as he looked at the way your dress hugged every curve of your body, every curve he could never keep his hands off.

" You're late" he said as his eyes pierced into you, piercing through that fucking dress you had decided to wear to make him jealous, to torment him. He thought to himself as he tried to stay composed, tried to stop himself from saying something he would regret.

" Oh am I?" you replied nonchalantly as you pulled a chair out from the side, scrapping it along the floor to the opposite end of the end of table. " Only five minutes though" you said sitting down, having not once looked at him since you entered the room.

" Ten" Tommy replied as he leaned his elbow on the arm of his chair, his fingers resting in front of his lips as he watched you brush your hair behind your shoulder. Something was different. And since when did you start wearing dresses like that? Tommy thought to himself when he suddenly determined you had a new man. His only evidence being that dress he couldn't keep his eyes off and the small remark you made the other day about your relationship being over, a remark that had been playing on his mind ever since. His eyes still boring into you, Tommy quickly decided he'd find the bastard you was dating and rip his throat out for daring to go near you. Had everyone forgotten the warning he had given?

" Replaced that too I see" you said finally looking up as your eyes locked onto each others, a smirk on you lips as you enjoyed your new founded confidence. Last night's events had finally given you the push you needed, the wake up call you had been longing for.

"Shall we start" Polly said as everyone else who had been watching your interactions finally shifted their eyes away from the palpable tension between you. Nodding his head Tommy lit a cigarette shaking the flame from the match as he continued to watch you in the corner of his eye.

All throughout the meeting you could feel the heat of his glare burning into your cheeks with every minute that passed whilst you constantly fidgeted in your chair, desperately wanting to free yourself from his incessant stare. Your confidence was back but not enough to face his piercing blue eyes that he enjoyed watching you squirm under and the foul mood he had forced you and everyone else to endure. As for Tommy he had no interest in what his family had to stay. Instead he was more concerned as to what had you looking so pleased with yourself so poised, a far cry from how you had been in recent years. His concerns only heightened when John went over dates for an event Tommy had planned for everyone in celebration. A celebration for what, nobody new yet.

"Talked with Aunt Pol, only date free is February the fifteenth, in a month's time for your...whatever it is" John said chewing on the end of his pencil as he squinted at his handwriting on the piece of paper in front of him. " No the sixteenth" he said looking up as Polly rolled her eyes.

" The nineteenth" she said as she shook her head at her nephew whilst John shrugged his shoulders replacing the pencil in his mouth with a toothpick.

" Right yeh, fine" Tommy said as he mentally went through the dates in his head, hoping his plans in a week's time would go the way he wanted to actually have something to celebrate about. "Y/N you gonna write that down?" he said looking to you as he tapped his fingers on the table trying to gain your attention.

" I can't come" you said as you finished writing in your notebook finally looking up to see the irritation growing in Tommy's face.

" It's a company gathering. You don't have a choice. Moving on..." Tommy said as he flicked his ash into the glass dish beside him as he lent back into his chair.

" I'm not obligated. It wasn't in my contract" you said as you crossed your arms.

" You don't have a contract" Tommy scoffed as he rubbed his brow in frustration.

" Well I want one, that way I know exactly where I stand"

"Think you're making it pretty clear were you stand sweetheart" Tommy said as you glared at him. " So what is it that has you so busy you can't come, care to share it with us?"

" I have plans with someone" you lied. In truth, you didn't have any reason to not got to Tommy's event. You just didn't want to, knowing you wouldn't be able to endure another evening watching him with her again.

"You have plans with someone in a month's time? Who?" Tommy asked stubbing out his cigarette getting annoyed with your short response" With who Y/N?"

" What's it got to do with you?"

" Another man, is that it hm? You fuckin..."

" Right think we're done ay" Arthur said standing up as he clapped his hands together cutting Tommy off in attempt to break the tension before a slagging match ensued between you both. Staring eachother down you was the first to get up, briskly walking away with a scowl on your face as Tommy brushed his hand down his face.

" See that fucking attitude I have to deal with?" Tommy said as he stood up turning to Arthur. It wasn't the first spat you had ever had in front of everyone but it had been the first time in a long time that you finally bit back at his words, catching him of guard.

" Wonder where she learnt that?" Arthur said as he placed his hand on Tommy's shoulder before walking off with a smirk on his face.

" I won't stand for this kind of attitude in a work place! Hey, you all listening to me?" Tommy shouted as he turned to everyone in the betting office and their weak attempts to hide the amusement on their faces.

" We hear you baby brother!" Arthur called out as he grabbed his hat walking out the door. Clearly everyone was mad at him, mad at the way he had treated you the previous evening in the Garrison . But Tommy was just as mad at himself for letting the events play out. He felt blindsided by Grace's gift. He needed you to know that, he needed you to know the last thing he wanted was to be parted from it.

It had been a few hours since the meeting when the tension between you and Tommy had almost turned into a full blown argument one that potentially had the chance of you launching anything you could find at him. Thankfully Arthur had intervened, stopping you from embarrassing yourselves in front of the whole betting shop. For the remainder of the day you had stayed out of each others way letting your anger towards one another simmer down. But an hour before closing time Tommy had called you into his office. His plan was to apologise for the previous evening, albeit in a cold uniquely Tommy way. But nonetheless he felt guilty for what had happened last night. Little did he know, he was only going to make things worse. As you entered his office Tommy looked up from the various papers on his desk to the scowl still spread across your face. You was clearly still mad at him, did he really think he could just apologise and his cruel actions would be forgotten?

" Hand me my diary" he asked as he rubbed his forefinger above his top lip watching you as you crossed your arms in frustration. Did he seriously ask you in here to fetch his diary for him ? You thought to yourself as you stormed over to the shelves behind him as he cleared his throat reaching for the pack of cigarettes on his desk. Slamming it on the table in front of him you started to walk off when he grabbed your arm stopping you.

" I need you to write down the dates John gave at the meeting" he said as he looked up at you and the storm of anger building in your face.

" You couldn't have done that yourself?"

" Forgot them" he said as he picked up a pencil handing it to you.

" You never forget anything Thomas Shelby" you snapped back grabbing the pencil from his hand as you started turning the pages, a little huff leaving your throat that Tommy couldn't help but smile at. " What's this?" you asked pointing at a black star one week from today.

" The day I finish my dealings with Kimber. The dates" he said nodding at the book, lighting a cigarette as your hand wavered over the paper at the confirmation from Tommy himself that what Kimber's men had said yesterday when they had you pushed up against the brick wall behind your home was Indeed true. Turning the page a sudden surge of discomfort started to build within you, a discomfort you hadn't felt since he left for France. He was putting his life at risk once again, and the only reaction you had was worry, worry that he wouldn't come back from it. " There" you said quietly, pushing the book towards him as you turned to leave.

" Y/N' wait" Tommy said as he stood up walking over to you." The other day at the Garrison...the pocket watch i didn't want to.."

" Just stop Tommy" you said as put your hand up cutting him off " We've both moved on, why hold onto the past right? " you added as Tommy let out a deep sigh whilst you turned your head away from him avoiding as much eye contact as you possibly could.

" That's the thing, I never mov... What's that?" He said as he moved your hair away from your neck, you body flinching as his thumb rubbed along the small knife mark on your skin. " Y/N who did that to you?" Tommy said, his voice getting lower as a surge of anger started to course through him.

" It's nothing Tommy"

" Nothing? You're lying" he replied with a scoff as he moved your hair away again, ducking his head down to to get a better look when you swatted his hand away. " Looks like someone had a knife to your throat" he said as he let his hand drop to his side, fury rising within him at the mere thought of someone hurting you.

" Don't be ridiculous. I was cutting my hair and nipped my skin. Why do you care anyway?"

"You never was very good at lying Y/N" Tommy said huffing as he watched you bite the corner of you bottom lip whilst you fidgeted in place. " And you really think I stopped caring about you?"

" Yes" you said as the words caught in your throat, tears welling in your eyes as you spun around to the door not wanting him to see you like this. His pity was the last thing you needed to add to you ever growing list of reasons to feel insecure.

" Y/N wait, I need to know what happened " he said as he tried to turn you around but stopped as you shrugged him off you, opening the door then slamming it shut behind you.

" Fuck sake" Tommy muttered under his breath as he watched you return to your desk through the window of his office. There was no way he would let this slide. You was clearly lying to him and he was determined to find out why.

As closing time approached you picked up your belongings when your movements had Tommy who was deep in thought abruptly stand up grabbing his coat and hat. If he was coming out here to bombard you with questions as to what happened he could forget it. You thought to yourself as you hurried to the door hearing him call your name. "Fucking door" you mumbled, pulling at the handle trying to open it as you looked over your shoulder to see Tommy heading your way, luck finally falling upon you when John stopped him putting the book of takings in front of him. Open, open, open! You thought as you rattled the handle pulling it back and forth when the door suddenly opened with ease and Grace walked in.

" Y/N" she said as she looked you over, taking in your reddened face from your efforts, a small chuckle leaving her lips. " Came to surprise Tommy after work" she said as she continued to stand in your way.

" How lovely" you said sarcastically as you tried to push past her when she put her hand on your arm.

" I know about that old pocket watch you gave Tommy all those years ago" she said looking at you. " Best you let go off the past, after all Tommy said it was only a silly little teen fling" she said with a small smile.

" Fling?" You repeated taken aback by what she had just said, what Tommy had said to her.

" Childhood sweethearts never last Y/N, don't be naive" She said in a mocking tone, belittling you without an ounce of shame at her hurtful choice of words. What were you saying, what had she said? Tommy panicked as John continued to bother him with the takings of the day. As your head turned to face him, Tommy swallowed harshly at the sight of a tear falling down your cheek.

" Let her go Tommy" Grace said placing both her hands on his chest as he walked over to where you had been standing, watching you storm out onto the streets of Watery Lane as the door closed behind you.

A fling, a fucking fling. He once asked you to marry him, promised to spend the rest of his life with you, her words couldn't have cut deeper if they tried. Let them have eachother. You thought to yourself as you clutched your coat around you heading for home, back to the four walls where you knew you would ultimately fall apart once again, your new founded confidence short-lived your own promises discarded, dwindling down into a pile of self-doubt and surrender after Graces cruel remarks. Could things get any worse?

One week later..

Today was black star day, the day Tommy planned to take out Billy Kimber and all of his dealings. Sitting in the corner of the Garrison nursing the drink you had ordered over an hour ago you glanced over to see Tommy and Grace standing behind the bar pouring drinks for his men, undoubtedly to numb any nerves that threatened to appear risking the plan Tommy had been preparing meticulously for weeks. Lifting his head from the glass of stout he was pouring Tommy caught your eye. It was the first time in almost a week you had looked each others way, anything you had to say to one another was passed on to anyone in the betting shop that was willing and had the patience to deal with both of your stubbornness. But today was different and Tommy couldn't help but notice the way you was looking at him, the same way you looked at him as you both waited on the platform for the train to arrive and take him and all of the other men saying goodbye to their loved ones off to war. The only difference between them and you was you had barely uttered a word to eachother, his final goodbye before he boarded a quick peck to your cheek.

And as if you had been transported back five years, tears started to form in your eyes as you abruptly stood up leaving the Garrison like you did when Tommy stepped on the train not once looking back, leaving you alone and heartbroken. What you didn't know was, Tommy did look back. He pushed his way past all the other men in the carriage in search of a free window shouting your name as he desperately tried to get a glimpse of you one last time before he left for war.

"Y/N!" Tommy shouted as he grabbed his coat and hat racing out of the Garrison. He wouldn't let what happened on that platform five years ago play out again.

" Tommy wait! What are you doing?" Grace called out after him as she watched the Garrison doors close behind him. " Why does he always go after her? He doesn't even love her anymore" she seethed as she looked to Arthur who raised his brow downing the rest of his drink.

" Doesn't love her? He's a stubborn bastard but he never stopped Grace" Arthur said as he walked away leaving her fuming at Tommy's unrelenting devotion to you.

"Where have all the young men gone,

long time ago?

Where have all the young men gone?

Gone to soldiers, every one..."

You sang, tears streaming your cheeks as you sat by your little brother Georgie's gravestone, his life taken like so many others during an air raid. Wiping your tears you continued to sing as if time had stood still and you was back in 1916 sitting on the grass in the only place you felt peace and calm, waiting for the men you loved so much to return from war.

" Do you still sing that song for me?" Tommy said as he slowly approached you, afraid you'd stop.

" Leave me alone Tommy" you sniffed as you stood up brushing the remaining tears away from your cheeks, looking out at Small Heath in the distance.

" We live in the same town, work in the same place. I can't...I don't want to" He said as he stepped closer wanting to reach out to you, wanting to hold you in his arms like he should have done all those years ago.

" Yes, Tommy Shelby doesn't care what anybody else wants, what anybody else asks does he? you replied misunderstanding the meaning behind his words. " Why did you follow me?" you sighed picking up the dead flowers by Georgie's grave as you turned around making you way down the hill not wanting to even wait for his response when Tommy put his arm out, stopping you from walking any further.

" You were crying" he replied feeling like a teen boy again stuck on what he really wanted to say. " Y/N I.." Tommy sighed as he brought his thumb up, brushing it down your cheek. " I knew you would come up here" he said, his hand dropping from your face as he abandoned the small speech he had prepared as he made his way to the cemetery to find you.

" Crying, I've been crying for five years, only now you notice?!" you scoffed pushing past him.

" Oh I noticed, its not like you try and hide it, do you? " Always pushing it in my face, have you forgotten who's fault this all is, eh?" Tommy said as his stance stiffened, his coldness towards you making a swift return when you didn't respond to his veiled attempts to be tender with you.

" Here I almost forgot. Throw it in the cut like you did everything else when you came back from France, like you did my heart. After all it was just a fling " you said storming back to him as you pulled his pocket watch out of your coat, shoving it into his hands.

" A fling? Y/N!" Tommy called out furrowing his brow as he watched you run down the hill. "You broke my heart first, you fucking broke mine first!" Tommy shouted back taking his cap off as he brushed his hands through his hair. " Fuck!" He yelled throwing his hat onto the grass as Jeremiah and Arthur came running up the hill.

" Tommy!" Arthur shouted as his brother turned around to face them, brushing his eyes with the back of his hand.

" What? What is it?" Tommy sniffed as his eyes darted between them both. "Well?"

"Tell him what you just told me" Arthur said breathlessly as he turned to Jeremiah stood beside him.

" Just heard there's to van's driving up the Stratford Road. An old Corporal of mine said he recognised some of the men..he said it's the Kimber boys"

"Ada wake up! You and the baby get into the ball ring where there's lots of people" Tommy said as he stormed through their house on Watery Lane as Arthur, Jeremiah and his son Isaiah followed behind him.

" What's going on?" Polly said as she took in Tommy's panicked state.

"We've been fucking betrayed" he replied rubbing his forehead. " Someone let slip. Kimber's men are on their way here" Tommy said as he paced the room back and forth.

" Yeh but you can handle them Tommy" Polly said having confidence that her nephew had another plan if something like this was to to happen.

"It's just us. All the Lee's are on their way to Worcester, we're outnumbered" Tommy said as the realisation his plan had fallen apart started to sink in. "Fuck!" he shouted as he slammed his hands down onto the top of a cabinet, the pictures and ornaments rattling from the force of his outburst.

"Who else knew today was the day you was moving on Kimber? You said you kept it a secret who else did you tell? " Polly questioned as Tommy leaned his weight on the mahogany wood, clenching his jaw at what Isaiah had told him before they had all entered the house.

" Isaiah" Tommy said as he turned his head to the young Blinder. " Tell them what you just told me"

" Tom, I don't think she was..." he said as he stepped forward when his boss cut him off.

" Tell them!" Tommy shouted turning around, his patience wearing so thin he was close to loosing any self-control he had left.

" The other day I saw Y/N with Kimber's men in the alley way behind her place. I thought she'd come to you and tell you herself. Tom they look like they roughed her up " he said as Tommy scoffed at his remark.

" Nah I don't believe it. Y/N would never..." Arthur said when Tommy interrupted.

" Betray me? She fucking hates me, you've all seen it " he replied raising his brow as he stepped closer to his older brother. " You've always stuck up for her, but she did this, she threw us under the bus. All of us, even you Arthur" he said pointing his finger in his older brothers face.

" I'd back away if I was you Tommy, because this time I won't let you win baby brother" Arthur said pushing him in the chest away from him. " We've known her since we were bloody kids. Y/N would never betray this family, she's one of us" Arthur concluded as he walked away grabbing the bottle of whisky on the table, pouring himself a full glass before he too lost control of his temper.

" Tommy that girls been devoted to you the moment she met you, you're blinded by your bitterness towards her. Did you not tell anyone else? Polly asked as Tommy shook his head forgetting or ignoring the fact he had, the very same person who had written it in his diary. No, Tommy's sights were set on you, only you could have done this only you could have betrayed him.

(Part Four coming soon!)

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olehistorian · 3 years ago

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Ok. So here’s my Downton Abbey: A New Era review: not really spoiler-y, but might be if you’ve not seen it yet.

I just saw the film this afternoon. The theatre was full, approximately 100 women and about two men. Many came in groups and sat together.

I plan on going back next week because I’m sure I missed some things and I just want to go again.

In my humble opinion A New Era was much, much better than the first movie. Honestly, I can now pretend that the first movie was some bizarre Julian Fellowes dream - a la Bobby Ewing in the shower. All the out of character things never happened. Molesley never made an idiot out of himself in front of the King and Queen and the downstairs crew weren’t running around scheming and playing the tricksters.

A New Era is the movie that should have been made in 2018. I think it hit the right tone between comedy and drama. I would have loved more of a true downstairs plot line, but there were a few nuggets of fan fiction-y stuff to keep me happy.

🗝🍷Chelsie - Seeing Charlie and Elsie at home, reading in bed was worth the price of admission alone, even though it was a short scene. I liked that Elsie was less snippy with Charlie in this movie as opposed to the first film. She was once again the nippy-sweetie as opposed to just being nippy. She was genuinely empathetic to Charlie at the end of the movie when they’ve learned not so shocking news. That’s the Elsie Hughes I’ve come to know and love; don’t know where she was in the first film, but I’m glad she’s back. Same with Charlie. We got to see his different sides, not just grumpy bear. The scene with Mary was touching; I love when Charlie shows his father figure, tender side. Chelsie have obviously settled into a happy marriage and all appears right in their world. Also, in the role reversal scene, Elsie was every inch the upstairs countess. I’d have loved to hear Charlie and Elsie’s conversation about her costume. I have a feeling he was impressed.

Mrs. Patmore - at one point, Mrs. P. looked like she’d just rolled up from her house of ill repute. 🤭😉 But, I’m here for it. The scene with her plotting at the dinner table was funny, and sweet. Mrs. P deserves a happy ending. You go, girl!

Daisy - was much less annoying than normal. Obviously, marriage agrees with her. I enjoyed seeing her and Andy settling into young married life.

Baxley- the movie theatre erupted into applause. Nothing more needs to be said.

Anna and Bates - they are happy. Finally.

Thomas - hopefully, he will finally be happy.

Denker - wtf happened to her hair?

I’m less interested in the upstairs folks, but that doesn’t mean I’m uninterested.

Mary - where is the Blessed Lady Mary? Hello? 😂 Seriously, I like Mary when she’s nice, but I like her bitchy side too. We got one snide remark at Edith’s expense. Maybe Mary has matured which is good because it is clear that she’s the new Dowager. Her life has already paralleled that of her grandmother even down to the type of marriage they have/had with semi-absentee husbands. Still, Mary’s quip game needs some work to live up to her grandmother’s standards.

Edith - is using her brain again. Thank goodness for that.

Cora and Robert - are blissfully happy, but why is Robert so tan?

Tom and Lucy - will be living at Felsham Hall. I wonder what Lady Jane thinks about that?🤔

The Dowager - Dame Maggie Smith - 👏🏻👏🏻. I was warned about the last 30 mins of the film, and that analysis was correct. Two hankies were definitely needed. A group of 20 year olds sitting down from me were sniffling too as were some other ladies at the opposite end.

I will say that seeing a few of the actors was a bit jarring as they have, quite naturally, aged (haven’t we all?). It reminded me that Downton can’t go on forever with all the same actors. Of course, I’d love a tv spin off with the Carson’s running their B&B with Mrs. P and Mr. Mason popping by, perhaps little Johnny Bates comes by after school for cookies. Ah, fan fiction!

It seems like Julian Fellowes has tied up all the loose ends neatly. Carson is back in charge, Cora will live, and Mary is facing up to her destiny as Downton matriarch.

If this is Downton’s farewell, I’m well-satisfied.

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vi-trying-to-survive · 3 years ago

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Battlefield Tears

Stephen Strange x f! Reader

Warnings: none, not really… this is mostly just angst, and some fluff with a bunch of infinity war and end game references. 🥺💕

Summary: (Y/N) felt her heart break when she saw Stephen captured by the ring-shaped ship in the sky, so she did the only logical thing she thought she could.

A/N: I really hope you guys like it !! 💕💕 I really tried with this one and I’m sorry if I brought back bad Infinity War and End Game feels 🥲💕 also if you want me to write any thing in specific please leave a request, I love doing them 💕💕

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Her hands shot up to her cover her gapping mouth, the warm liquid pouring from her eyes burned at the cuts and bruises on her cheeks, but she felt completely numb seeing the spherical ship leave Earth’s atmosphere, fading into a speck by the second. How could this have happened she wondered to herself, the smooth, cool metal sling ring slipped on her fingers, arms raised like she was about to make a portal, but her mind was blank not truly knowing where to go. The only thing she could think of was how far apart they were from each other and how his body fell limp as the blue tinted beam lifted him from the air, while she stood useless at the ground, the blazing portal that she tried to form spluttered and sparked weakly, unable to penetrate its barriers.

Breaking her from her daze, she felt a soft hand on her shoulder, spinning her head to be met with a sympathetic look from Bruce, making her raise her hands to quickly wipe at the stream of tears at the side of her face, not wanting to seem vulnerable, though when the thought of Stephen helpless entered her mind, they began to fall again, wet and ugly. She glanced around the destroyed buildings, streetlights were bent into odd shapes, bricks and shattered glass littered the torn up roads, unable to find Wong, faintly recalling him saying he needed to go secure the other sanctums. Having let go of her, he still stood next to her, clutching his hands together awkwardly as he shifted from foot to foot, “you can- I’m heading to the avengers headquarters”, he rubbed the nape of his neck, looking up to meet her red-rimmed eyes, “you can come with me if you want, they probably have a better gage of the situation”. Understanding the hidden meaning behind his words, that they could help her find her beloved sorcerer, she dried her eyes with the sleeves of her coat, “yeah- I’ll come with you”, sending him a weak smile, which he returned, “Thank you”. Turning her eyes towards the blue sky that ironically shinned brightly at her, she whispered softly, “I’ll find you”, more as an affirmation to herself than anything else.

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“So you’re telling me that the minion of some overgrown grape”, she groaned, laying back in her seat, a hand across her forehead in frustration, “has taken Stephen because of the Eye of Agamotto”, gesturing to the screens that lit up before her. “I suppose that's one way to put it, but yes that’s what I’m saying”, he replied, leaning against the glass walls, running a hand through his blonde hair, “but the goal is to protect the mind stone, or at least long enough for Shuri to remove it so that we can destroy it”, he finished, giving her a pointed look. “But how are we going to save everyone in space”, she exclaimed, lips curving down into a frown, “we can’t just leave them there”, rising from her seat as she threw her arms in the air to eventuate her point. Glancing around the room, she paused, noticing everyone giving her wary looks, sighing she fell back into her seat, “I just- I’m sorry”, tossing her head into her hands, trying to ignore the way her breath hitched in her throat, “I must sound bitchy and you must be just as worried about Tony and Peter”.

“Don’t worry”, she turned towards the Prince, now king, who gave her a hopeful smile as he walked towards her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “we’ll bring them all home”. She found herself copying his expression, quickly taking a liking to his optimistic state of mind, supposing it was part of his royal nature, as she steadied her breathing, “thank you”, she replied.

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Twisting and contorting her hands into various shapes effortlessly, she watched as the blazing bands of orange light formed around her, hooking onto the purple giant's neck, holding him down, as she yelled at the armored man, "Banner any time soon", face turning red with strain. Quickly realizing her mistake, watching him wave his gold clad arm, as Bruce ran towards him in an iron man looking suit, making him turn transparent, passing through him like a ghost, only to trap him in the rock behind them. Taking advantage of her shock, he swung his hand, making her magic burst into sparks, sending her frame flying back. Instinctively she formed a portal, which sent her straight to his back, allowing her to raise her arms, sending a circle of her sparkling, auburn magic his way, but to her disappointment, he seemed to absorb it through the metal glove on his hand and send it back her way. Trying to deflect it, she curved her hands and fingers, the familiar radiant shield forming before her, but still she found herself flying backwards until something got in the way, making her body go limp as she hit the ground, ears ringing from the chaos around her.

Weakly she flipped herself over, attempting to raise her weak form from the ground, failing to do so, she remained lying on the ground, staring at the hopeless situation, as Thor, having pushed the hammer into Thanos’s chest yelled at the top of his lungs, questioning him about what he did, as he smiled victoriously.

It was in that moment, as she felt the feeling in her legs disappear, she understood what happened. Letting stray tears drop across her face, staining the bruised skin, she found herself thinking of Stephen, wondering if he was fine or if he was disappearing to dust like she was, not blind to ignore the glowing light of the time stone on the thumb part of the shining glove. She smiled remembering the way his laugh would echo through the halls of the sanctum, how he would bring her a cup of tea whenever it rained remembering how she hated the cold that chilled her feet and how he loved her more than anything else, so much that he would’ve sacrificed anything and everything, let himself burn to ashes, just for her. Her thoughts of him only strengthened the stream of tears flowing down her face as her body slowly turned to dust, using her last breaths to mourn him, hoping to see his comforting face, wherever she went after this.

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She ran across the charred ground, avoiding pieces of rubble from the building, she assumed to once be the avengers headquarters, the bright sparks created by her spells reflecting orange light across her skin, hot and furious like the rage that seethed from her.

When she woke up in the soft, cool soul of the Wakandan forest, she paused for a moment, struggling to recall what had happened. Groaning she lifted her body from the dirt, glancing around to be met with the face of the people she fought with, the memories came flooding back, along with the rage she felt when she remembered how Stephen’s body was lifted through the tractor beam and into the sky in an alien ship. Finding a portal forming a few feet away from them, it’s hot, glittering edges calling out to her, she found herself marching towards it without hesitation, turning to face the ginger haired woman that joined her, giving her a curt nod, as they continued towards their war-path.

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All she could see was red, letting her outrage take control, almost like an autopilot setting, hands twisting and turning into shapes, performing spells at ease, the fiery, bands of light that took form around her, so dark that they were almost red, cutting and slicing through the enemies that stood in her way, leaving a trail of bodies as she danced through the battlefield.

The only thing that cooled her wrath was the bright, bold red material that rippled in the wind, the man attached to it landing gently in front of her, as the final lifeless body dropped to the ground, surrounding them in a ring of death and broken rubble.

She could feel the warm, salty tears pouring down her eyes as she gazed at him, almost scared to reach out, like he was a hallucination that her mind created to sooth her burning soul, that would disappear the moment she tried to touch him. Fortunately he beat her to it, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her frame towards him, as she reflexively leaned her head towards him, connecting their lips, kissing like it was the end of the world, because maybe it was. Her hands slowly moved to cup his face, as more tears stained her cheeks, mixing with the blood and dirt that covered it, creating a salty taste in their mouths, as she accepted that this was him, her Stephen, who had disappeared into the clouds, that she thought had died, standing in front of her, bruised and bleeding in some places, but alive. The sight of him alone brought a smile to her face, breaking the kiss for air, painting softly as they rested their foreheads together, she softly whispered, “I thought- but now- you-“, in shock, the emotion overtaking her, unable to form full sentences. “I know”, he finished for her, tugging her closer to him, allowing her to rest her head in the crook of his neck as she sighed softly, gently placing a kiss on the side of her head, feeling trails of tears on his cheeks as well.

His heart ached as he pulled back from her, making her whimper fearfully, as her arms refused to leave his sides, scared that he might disappear if she let go, not that he was any better, still resting his arms along her waist. He gazed at her, the way strands of her hair fell from her bun which was now almost lopsided, blood dripped along the side of her face, her checks bruised, turning a dark blue-black shade, and yet she was still the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Dragging her close to him, for one last hug he whispered gently in her ear, “I’ll see you after this”, pulling back, allowing her to stand on the tips of her toes, so that her lips could reach his cheek to place a delicate kiss on the flushed skin, “I promise”, before the cloak lifted him up into the air, making him look almost angelic if you removed all the death and demise around them. As he faded into the distance, she found herself running again headfirst into a portal, appearing metres ahead where she saw the young boy she remembered to be Peter, lying on the ground face covered in blood, passing a woman the remade gauntlet that glowed with the soft light of the infinity stones, thousands of soldiers in their way, figuring they needed help.

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babesonly · 4 years ago

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fic recs 2.0!

hello kings (gn) ive got significantly more fic than last time which means this is gonna be a little more organized than the last post bc it is much longer <3 categories in order are non casefic canonverse, casefic/roadtrip fic, finale fixits, endverse, non supernatural aus, and then non destiel ones. titles will be in bold for my favs! also within each category they’re in order from shortest to longest

Canonverse

I’m a tulip in a cup by godtiering (1.2k)

I worry that I never really came back from hell. I wonder why, if I got remade by heaven, I’m still the same screwed up kid that I always was.

Sometimes I worry I’m not into women at all.

"Guess not,” he looks at his shoes.

a REALLY good fic that’s basically just a look inside dean’s head during my bloody valentine do not read this looking for a fun time but please do read it

on vessels by flightsofangels (1.9k)

“You know,” Cas mutters into Dean’s bare skin. “When I was still… an angel, I used to dream that I would take you as my vessel.”

hello consumehimnatural fans!!!!! read newt’s fic right now its incredible

dean winchester is not a nicholas sparks protagonist by microcomets (1.9k)

Dean fell in love with Cas the way you fall asleep--slowly, and then all at once. Or some other hackneyed and trite bullshit. God, this is embarrassing.

dean is in LOVE. he’s also a disaster who keeps staring at cas’ hands. sigh

Stay by aeli_kindara (2.5k)

Coda to 13.06 (Tombstone). In which Castiel reckons with the aftermath of Dean's grief.

hello fellow widow arc fans <3 click here to see cas find out abt the events of advanced thanatology !

walking on a string by swordfishtrombones (2.7k)

Between the doomed offensive at the Firmament and the impending retreat from the ravaged northeast border, Castiel left camp long enough to answer one of Dean Winchester's prayers.

S6 DEAN IS A WAR WIFE. been really into early seasons deancas lately and this one is very good. god

the flesh of the mighty by Mudprophet (2.7k)

Ezekiel 39:17 "you shall eat the flesh of the mighty and drink the blood of the princes of the earth."

MY GOD. anyone who saw the @autisticandroids purgatory cannibalism talk and was interested read this right now. also anyone who enjoyed nbc hannibal OR raw (2016). if romantic cannibalism is remotely aligned with your interests read this right now. god

Sam Winchester, Ally At Law by alittleduck (3.3k)

Sam was pretty sure he could read every single gay friendly guide to coming out or supporting queer family members ever written and literally none of them would even imply that arguing with gay people that they were actually just homophobic constituted as "ally behavior". However, Sam was equally sure that none of those book authors had found themselves accidentally watching their brother get pounded by an Angel of the Lord at 9 am on Tuesday, so Sam was pretty sure he might actually still have the higher ground. Now, if only Jack would stop trying to bond with Dean using gay slurs long enough for Sam to convince everyone of that, he might just be able to cobble together some remnant of sanity or, failing that, dignity.

Or, the one where Sam desperately wants to invent PFLAG but Dean won't stop teaching Jack gay slurs

JACK VOICE HEY COCKSUCKERS.

hummed low by microcomets (3.3k)

Dean pulls the Impala over at a cider barn about thirty miles out; doesn't really think about it, just sees the hokey orange lettering off the roadside and lets his hands guide the Impala off the interstate with gravel spitting under the wheels.

they get a nice day out together and dean has a gay crisis and it’s written beautifully mwah

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit by pyrebi (3.9k)

In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can't catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything.

sometimes i think about this fic and it hits that at this point dean and cas would have been married for more than a year. cas my beloved...

an exploration of gender; angelic by sometimeswelose (4k)

Castiel's true form is made of electromagnetic radiation. He has spent the majority of his life, if you really want to add it all up and average the whole thing out, as a wavelength of celestial intent.

The thing about being made of light: it's light in the physics sense of the word. Castiel's waves are gamma, x-ray, micro, and radio. He's visible light too, of course, a visible light so intense that it is blinding to most humans.

hello trans cas community <3 he’s literally trans he was assigned genderless and then went hm actually i will be a man! love of my life

Some Boys are Sleeping Alone by prosopopeya (4.2k)

This isn't something that's okay, not for him, but it chases him through the years until it turns into something he can't -- doesn't want to deny.

ohhh deans tenuous relationship with his sexuality my beloved...

love. worship. consummation. consumption. by redeyedwrath (4.3k)

ConsumehimNatural (copyright marcusantonius) the Series!

These are all snapshots centered around the idea of you know. Hunger in Supernatural. Both carnal hunger and other kinds. Fics are shown in semi-chronological order but this series is generally nebulously early seasons.

for ANYONE who is a consumehimnaturual this is required reading it is INCREDIBLE and gorgeous and very visceral and i am so very obsessed with it. thank you redeyedwrath for enabling my brainrot

the reach of human sense by perilously (4.5k)

“You know what Jimmy Novak looked like. You think he was beautiful—gorgeous, hot, all of it. It’s him. Not me. This isn’t my face.”

“But,” Dean says. He doesn’t know where he’s going with it. Just that Cas’ face is right there, brows drawn together and cheekbones gleaming in the lamplight. It’s a face that’s made his heart skip probably a couple hundred beats collectively since they met.

And it used to belong to someone else.

this one is just very nice <3 cas gets uncomfortable w dean calling him attractive since dean has never seen his trueform and they work it out

Down in the River by Ias (4.7k)

Alone in Purgatory and hunted by Leviathans, Castiel finds himself praying to the one person who can't hear him.

cas i love you <3 cas alone in purgatory praying to dean bc dean is the only thing he still worships i love you so much

Creature of Habit by trinityofone (5.1k)

The more you love someone, the more you want to kill them. Or: How Cas developed some bad habits, and Dean coped surprisingly well.

written in s5 when cas was depowered and completely nails the later seasons bitchy husbands dynamic it’s very good and fun <3

sink by crackers4jenn (5.4k)

"Where to?" A 9.06 coda.

very bittersweet very well written and also canon compliant so do not go into this one looking for a happy ending but i DO recommend it it’s very good

Sensational by castiowl (6.1k)

“When I first came to earth, it was advised that we temper the senses bound to our vessels. They were a distraction, we were told. An antiquated form of experiencing existence that would hinder our ability to complete our missions, whatever that may be. My true form can better facilitate these experiences. What you would recognize as heightened senses of sight and sound, among other things.”

Or, how Dean helps Cas experience all five human senses for the first time in one night.

early seasons deancas man. i love the sound part i love dean being so worried about doing a good job with this. god. read this please

Something to Protect by Sass_Master (6.2k)

Dean’s violent reaction to being unexpectedly woken has become something of a running joke among them, but Castiel can’t help but look past it to the underlying cause. It makes him ache to think that Dean feels so unsafe, so persecuted, before he’s even fully conscious.

Secretly, Castiel has been determined to work on that, to ease Dean into awareness in a less jarring way, smooth away one of the many stresses that follow him even in sleep. Now’s as good a time as any to try.

oh to sleep more soundly in the presence of someone you love...this fic is very nice i enjoyed it a lot

all this and heaven too by ftmsteverogers (7k)

“Hey,” Dean said. “I’m not ashamed of you, okay?”

Cas raised skeptical eyes to meet his.

“I mean it,” Dean insisted.

“I understand you mean it,” Cas said. “But I don’t think it’s any better if you’re only ashamed of yourself.”

hello trans dean community here is 7k of trans dean having to deal with his internalized homophobia now that he’s sleeping with cas <3 it is SO good

The wilderness. by orange_crushed (8k)

He takes a shower and the pressure is not especially good, but it doesn’t matter. It’s warm and he stands under the spray a long time. Human skin, he knows, constantly renews itself, shedding the dead cells of the epidermis. He wonders how long it will take until he is an entirely new person, until every cell on his surface is a new one. He looks at his hands under the water. It might take less than a month.

this might be the only post 9x03 fic on here with a happy ending actually? plenty of good melancholy leading up to it though <3 canon divergent after 9x03 though which means no 9x06 fanfiction gap but it is absolutely worth reading

till the juice runs by deathbanjo (8.4k)

Apparently whoever drew up the venn diagram of Dean’s sex life decided the circle labelled ‘good sex’ and the one labelled ‘sex with men’ should be kept far apart.

hello this one is SO funny dean finally gets comfortable enough with his bisexuality to start having sex with men and it goes so very bad every time so sorry about your shitty choices beloved </3

First Date by aeli_kindara (8.9k)

“We should go on a date. You and me.”

Castiel wishes he could see Dean’s face. He wishes he had any idea what to say.

“I’m asking you out, Cas.”

this one is very sweet i liked it a lot <3 good refreshing little fic where they just get to have a nice evening together

Entertaining Strangers by cadignan (9k)

Dean settles on to his side, lying in the bed facing Castiel. “So you had sex without me and you bit all my moves. I think I deserve to hear about it, at least. What was her name?”

op im in love with you. premise is established relationship deancas and cas mentions he did have sex before dean and not only that it was a threesome. good for him <3 this fic is cas describing the story of what led up to the threesome and what happened during it while dean interrupts regularly. incredible

the shape you take by noviembre (10k)

“What?” Dean says, fake-offended. “I’d be hot as a girl, you know I would.”

And this is when he really, really should have stopped talking. When he shouldn't have whipped back around and asked, “Cas, if I was a woman, you’d fuck me, right?”

Because if he hadn’t said that, then he wouldn’t have had to deal with this:

Cas, meeting his eyes, forehead wrinkles all smoothed out like there’s nothing to be confused about anymore. Cas with something at the corner of his mouth that might barely be called a smile.

Cas saying, calmly and without hesitation, “Yes, Dean.”

Dean Winchester fucks around and, with the inadvertent help of some witches, Finds Out.

dean winchester your gender is diabolical. this fic is insane and its the only thing that matters actually. dean fully convinced its normal and straight to think about being a woman so you can fuck your male friend. incredible. op im proposing to you

Sinnerman by a_good_soldier (10k)

Dean listens to Nina Simone, reads Anne Carson, and makes out with a dude (sort of).

yall want to read about dean realizing he’s in love with a man as a direct result of learning to better respect women right?

you’re fooling yourself by cowboydeanwinchester (13k)

Dean Winchester and Castiel retire from hunting to raise baby Jack. Dean struggles to allow himself the things he truly wants.

Jack is two, Castiel and Dean are idiots, and Sam's gotta solve everyone's problems.

love a married couple who doesn’t know they’re married <3 everyone say thank you sam for bullying dean

The Girlfriend Experience by rageprufrock (15k)

While it's not like Dean hasn't had a couple of truly regrettable hit-and-runs in his sexual history, this is probably the saddest fucking thing that has ever happened to him.

a classic for good fucking reason. we’ve all talked about dean thinking holding hands is too gay after having just had gay sex but my personal favorite was sam accusing dean of cheating on cas because dean bought condoms. incredible

No Kingdom To Come by domesticadventures (16k)

“We should fuck,” Dean says.

Cas looks up from where he sits on his bed, hair still damp from the shower, frowning as he places a finger on the page of his book to mark where he left off.

There are a million things Cas could say here; Dean has rehearsed them. After lunch, his restlessness had given way to a vague panic, a dread that matched his every step and crept along with him from room to room. Eventually, he had returned to his bedroom and spent the rest of the afternoon pacing back and forth, playing out all the possible scenarios. When Cas asks him Why? or Are you being serious? or when he sighs and says, in that way he has, Dean, he knows exactly what he’s going to do. He’s going to shrug casually, like he isn’t invested in the answer, like he isn’t desperate for an outlet, and say, Why not? He’s going to raise an eyebrow and say, What, are you not interested? He’s going to crowd into Cas’ personal space, he’s going to shove himself right up in there and whisper Cas against his ear.

Instead, Cas says, carefully, “Okay.”

literally the only quarantine fic i’ve ever bothered to read in any fandom and completely worth it it’s SO good. they become fwb and dean has an existential crisis and he keeps bringing up meaninglessness and death during sex

Bodies by Speary (18k)

It was a secret they never acknowledged even with each other. It would change everything, end everything if either of them ever dropped the act. So they became very good at acting, at keeping up the lie that gave them what they wanted. Even if that lie involved constantly seeking out temporary, consenting female vessels, Cas would do it. He told himself it was worth it for Dean. He just hoped that he could stop wanting more, or maybe one day Dean might stop pretending that he wasn't really sleeping with Cas every time.

i don’t even have anything to add tbh if that summary did not immediately make you click we are very different this fic is incredible. god. fellas do you ever make yourself a woman so you can fuck the man you love without him having to talk about it or confront his sexuality

it’s such a mystery (the way you know me) by fleeceframe (20k)

So the man crouching in front of Castiel is named Dean. He wonders if that’s supposed to mean something to him.

“Cas must’ve got hit with something earlier. He just dropped like a sack of fucking potatoes a minute ago. By the time I was checking on him, he had already woken up again, but now he doesn’t fucking know who we are.”

“I’m right here you know,” Castiel says testily.

Sam’s eyes are wide even as his eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks between Dean and Castiel again.

“What do you remember, Cas?”

“Firstly, that I’m not Cas. I don’t know who Cas is, but it’s not me. I don’t know who either of you are, either."

or the one where castiel is hit with a memory curse that makes him forget the winchester brothers and is stunned to find out he has a family... also why can't he stop thinking about dean?

BEST amnesia fic oh my god. cas my beloved you deserve the world. everyone read this that is not a request.

More Than Ever by Sass_Master (20k)

Dean’s getting some pancakes together for breakfast when Cas saunters in after a run.

He’s trying to focus on whisking batter, unfairly distracted by Cas a few feet away, breathing heavily and shining with perspiration. Dean’s been painfully aware for a long time that Cas is pretty easy on the eyes, but he’s used to seeing Cas buttoned-up and unflappable, looking straight-laced in a stiff oxford and an unflattering trenchcoat.

Now Cas is sweating, Dean’s borrowed t-shirt clinging to his skin, flushed from exertion and Dean really can’t deal with that in his kitchen right now.

this entire series is really good i enjoyed it a lot, i’m just putting this one specifically on the list bc the rest of the series is very explicit and this is really good as a standalone for anyone who wouldn’t be into the rest of the series!!

Being Dean Winchester by Anonymous (20k)

"You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in."

Who the fuck was this bitchy "warrior of God" doing talking to him like that? Fuck Cas-tee-el and his dumbass trench coat and abrasive motherfucking attitude.

Dean was done with this shit.

***

Wherein a monster of the week steals the essence of Castiel's vessel, so he must use Dean, recently raised from hell, as a vessel instead.

it is at this point i realize that there are more fics than i expected there to be on this list that involves a threesome with only two people/using the presence of a female body to act like what’s happening is heterosexual. deangirlism is a disease

I Shall Not Want by domesticadventures (20k)

His grace is burning out, and the wasteland it leaves inside him becomes an echo chamber for all the memories, all the fear and doubt and self-loathing he's collected over the years. Things said and done hound him on endless repeat until he's convinced they’ll break through his skin and fill the silence of the bunker.

His head is killing him, and he sits hunched over an open book, not really reading, just digging his fingers into his skull and praying nothing slips through the cracks.

this one is GORGEOUS i love it so so much. dean and cas are both struggling so much to get by and they’re trying to support each other but fucking it up and they have to grow together and learn to cope with the fact that this is where their lives are and they fall in love i need everyone to read this

To Boldly Go by 8daysuntiltheapocalypseiguess (24k)

Title: Just One of Those Things Author: Impala67 Series: TOS Rating: M Summary: Four years into their five-year mission, and all the planets start to look the same.

In which Dean is not Gene Roddenberry, but he does write Star Trek fanfiction.

mx winchester writing star trek fanfiction to process his own trauma <3 this is a wip but it’s SO good and i also have not consumed a single piece of star trek media so it IS definitely readable to anyone who isn’t a star trek fan. please read this

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo (30k)

“Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.”

this is on here just for the 1.5 people who were putting off this one like i did for no reason. it’s extremely good and it is just gentle. i enjoyed it a lot

Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord (42k)

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

yall ever wonder what it would’ve been like if the sam and dean arrest storyline in s12 was interesting? yeah <3

Teaching Poetry to Fish by aeli_kindara (52k)

In which Castiel teaches poetry to fish. Also, himself. Also, eventually, Dean.

(A series-long story, diverging slightly from canon after S14.)

cas learning about humanity through poetry before dean and thats what led to him developing enough emotion to be lobotomized....cas i love you so much

Emergence by ellispark (58k)

Something’s been missing from Dean’s life for the past three years, a void left after a hunt gone terribly wrong. He often feels a sense of longing with no discernible cause, a need to talk to someone who isn’t there.

A call from an acquaintance leads Dean to James Novak, a man who disappeared more than a decade ago, and suddenly Dean gets the feeling he’s found what he’s been missing. But James isn’t really James — he’s the angel Castiel, who’s wanted by angels, demons and hunters alike. And he may be at the center of the storm that wrecked Dean’s life all those years ago.

another cool amnesia fic!! for unknown reasons everyone forgot cas three years ago but cas didn’t forget anything. cas deserves so much love and support. god

a turn of the earth by microcomets (95k)

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

cas getting to meet and fall in love with pre hell dean just as much as he loves the dean he already knows oh my GOD. i love this fic so much. turn of the earth my beloved

Crossing Lines by sometimeswelose (122k)

Two Deans, one Cas - it's not as sexy as it sounds

An ethics lesson from Hell

The one where Dean from the past meets Dean in the present. They're not sure they like each other very much.

deans intense self hatred vs cas’ unwavering love for every version of dean oh my GOD also this is a wip fair warning but it’s so worth waiting for updates i’m having such a great time with this one i cannot wait to see how it gets ended

Plot Holes by saltyfeathers (160k)

Of course it wasn’t over after the apocalypse.

There was season six. Then there was season seven. Against all expectations, there was season eight. There were the alphas and purgatory, and then the Leviathans, and then the angels fell. Enter season nine. Loose threads Metatron, Abaddon, and Crowley have to be tied up. Sam, Dean, and Cas have to try to tie them while at the same time dealing with their evolving relationships and newfound graceless states.

Amidst all the chaos, someone has started publishing the Supernatural novels again. Convinced there’s something amiss in the pages, Charlie starts her own quest to suss out the truth behind the Winchester Gospels.

With the help of various faces, old and new, they must now not only deal with the typical runs of demons and recently fallen angels, but also reconcile the battles raging inside themselves, as the fate of the world, once again, quite literally lays in the palm of their hands.

saltyfeathers said i WILL make the plot holes in this show mean something because the showrunners are sure as shit never gonna adress them ! and i thank them for it bc this was a really cool read

Casefic/Roadtrip Fic

Deprived Of Every Planet by KelpietheThundergod (9k)

Dean's breathing is audible in the scant space between them, irregular. The motel room is dark, pale blue shadows falling in through the gaps in the blinds. Throwing a pattern of uneven white stripes over the bunched up covers. Over Dean's fingers twisted in the sheets. One half of him in shadow, softened by the dark. The heat of his skin. The tremble of him under Castiel's touch.

He caresses a hand over Dean's chest, slowly. Dean's mouth falls open, his body arching into Castiel's touch. Castiel stops over Dean's heart. Through the fever of his desire, he rejoices about the wonder of experiencing another's heartbeat through one's own senses.

Dean gasps, but then he turns his face away and towards the dark. Eyes closed tight and brows furrowed like something is hurting him.

Castiel stills.

“Dean?”

the case is background on this one but it Does take place over the course of a case so im putting it here. god touchstarved dean trying so hard to work through his shit for cas head in my hands i love this fic so much

before and after breakfast by spocklee (10k)

The monster of the week is a ghost who hates meat, alcohol, and feeling yourself. Guess who it is during the commercials.

chapter 2 of this one.....god. dean and cas you are both so unwell <3 i love everything abt this fic everyone read it now

we shovel all the ashes out by xylodemon (15k)

Dean’s always known things were headed this way. He just figured getting dragged under would be cleaner and easier than jumping in feet-first.

fics that make you go Oh they love each other...also there’s lesbians in it literally what else could you want.

thunder road by dothraki_shieldmaiden (20k)

After Chuck is defeated and the Winchesters settle into life without God, Dean Winchester is bored.

OR: Dean and Cas take a road trip and figure out some stuff along the way.

this fic is just like. it’s kind! this fic is kind it’s just a pleasant experience and i enjoyed it thoroughly. they’re in love and it’s good

Suck It, Judy Garland by GlitterDwarf, midrashic (20k)

It had to be St. Louis. Or, the one where Sam and Cas get fake married for a case, and Dean loses his mind.

actually im gonna defend dean here imagine youre dean and cas gives what definitely sounded like a deathbed love confession while making eye contact with you and then immediately afterwards fake dates your brother. who among us would not have been a bitch about this

best friends without benefits by lizbobjones (20k)

It’s nearing three a.m. and they’ve been on the road a long time. Sam’s been asleep in the back seat since eleven. Giving up and handing the wheel over to Cas and letting the guy who doesn’t sleep drive had seemed like a good idea.

the premise of this fic is so funny. cas voice dean you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid. everyone read this

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo (22k)

This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore.

alt version of getting rid of the mark of cain, the darkness never happens. this one is VERY heavy but it’s so good and it has a hopeful ending. ive read this one twice and loved it both times

Someone Who’s Feeling For Me by ellispark (45k)

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight.

Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away.

Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

hello op please contact me. please contact me and let me see the inside of your brain. this fic was an unparalleled experience and everyone should also go through it. i love it so very much

Bumper Cars by mansikka (111k)

Two teenagers are missing from an abandoned carnival, and there’s enough to raise suspicion that their disappearance involves a ghost. Dean, Sam, and Cas arrive in town to investigate, though what they find leads them away from those teenagers, and on the trail of a ghost story that churns up things from their past.

Can newly-human Cas, and Dean, with the help of shipper!Sam, work out the mystery behind the abandoned carnival and its ghost, and along the way, figure out the riddle that is them?

one of my absolute fav case fics it forces dean to confront some aspects of johns parenting and work through some shit and also him and cas fall in love and it’s really well done. love this one a lot <3

Finale Fix-its/Finale Denial

Sorry Jimmy by K_K_TiBal (2.1k)

Based on the tumblr textpost:

jellydeans: so are cas and jimmy novak just up in heaven existing at the same time katebushstandean: #jimmy moves to heaven timbuku so that dean stops trying to make out with him every time they run into each other at the heaven grocery store

this one is just extremely funny. local midwestern heterosexual man is forced to play relationship counselor to the dumbest gay people in existence because one of them wore his face

Dean Winchester Really Needs To Make Some Gay Friends by AreYouReady (2.2k)

“Like, I’m trying to think if I’ve had, I don’t know, crushes. If I ever had a gay thing before you came along and just didn’t notice,” Dean said.

Cas suddenly looked down, and away from Dean. If Dean didn’t know better, he would swear Cas looked guilty.

“What is it, Cas?”

“You have had several… gay things before.” Cas still wouldn’t look at him.

“What? When? How come you know this better than I do?”

There was no way the answer to this question wasn’t funny as hell.

dean learning about gay ppl via the memories of dean smith...incredible.

tiny difference (between ending and starting to begin) by sunforgrace (2.4k)

Sometimes Dean catches Cas staring at the sky.

It doesn’t happen often. Not when Dean’s around to tell, anyway. But often enough that he starts to notice.

Eventually Dean starts to recognize the pattern.

Cas just doesn’t watch the sky. He watches the birds.

Chuck is gone, Cas is human, and the world is safe. In the quiet aftermath Dean and Castiel find each other again.

i really don’t have much to say abt this one it is just very good and they love each other so much

Bring Home by cenotaphy (3.8k)

Dean's phone doesn't ring on the drive back to the Bunker, but that's okay. Because—well, maybe Cas lost his cell, what with getting shuffled back and forth between a cosmic void dimension and all. And anyway, Dean doesn't want this conversation to happen over the phone, he wants to—he wants to talk to Cas face-to-face. They should talk face-to-face.

Dean will tell him—

Dean doesn't know what he'll tell Cas. Dean is, in fact, terrified by how utterly and completely he does not know what he'll say to Cas.

cas being forced to face the consequences of sending the risky text that was despair <3

dean’s coworkers vs the heteronormative agenda by cowboydeanwinchester (4.1k)

Dean started working at a local auto repair shop in Lebanon, Kansas about a year ago. His coworkers don't know much about him. Except that he has a wife. Or maybe he doesn't. But he has a kid. Who is either a toddler or a high schooler. Who is either named Jack or Sammy. He also might have a best friend named Cas, but that also might be his wife.

Truth is nobody knows what to make of Dean.

obsessed w people not knowing a single fucking thing about dean because he talks so much and never explains anything. this fic is SO funny

Enhanced Extraction Techniques by goldenraeofsun (5.8k)

The Empty takes Meg’s shape, Samandriel’s, Duma’s, every one of the thousands of angels Cas killed up in heaven. But in the middle of lecturing Cas in the form of Balthazar, it explodes in a burst of light and sound.

Dean Winchester stands in the aftermath.

the empty playing mind games on an awake cas bc it can’t put him to sleep is a thing i like a lot and this is very very good

Speak Silence No More by rea_sunshine (8.1k)

When Dean imagined this moment, it went like this:

Dean bursts into the Empty—guns blazing, chin high, righteous anger coursing through him. No matter what form his plans and fantasies and whiskey-drunk-whispered-promises took, he is always, always successful. When he imagined it, he was finally the hero Cas deserved.

The reality of the moment is this:

It’s fucking cold.

dean and cas STILL managing to not communicate with each other properly after the confession is so funny to me and this fic does it really well. also i like that a human being in the empty, where humans do NOT belong, had some like. consequences

my heart is a compass by lagaudiere (10k)

“There you are,” the Empty says, in Dean’s voice. It’s cold, like Dean’s eyes are cold, his expression set in contempt. It’s the expression Cas feared, he realizes, all the times he thought about saying it. Revulsion. It makes him feel sick in the way that goes beyond physical, here where there is nothing physical left.

The moment before it happened had been so sweet it covered up all the hurt. For years, Cas had been holding back those words, biting down on his tongue to keep from saying them. And now he had said it, and he knew that it was good, knew that it was worth it. But on the other side there is only this.

In the Empty, Cas dreams of his regrets, until someone comes looking for him.

one of thee best dean rescues cas from the empty fics out there i love the way his memories are written i love how many of them were ones that this fic came up with to give me new things to have brainworms over instead of just making me more fixated on He Watched Him Rake Leaves than i already am

killing time by orestespdf (11k)

It's been four years since Dean saved Cas from the Empty and confessed his feelings in return, and in their Vermont lakehouse, the retired couple is now learning how to heal. One morning, Dean gives Cas a haircut.

(A character study of Castiel.)

perfect fic perfect fic no notes no complaints they love each other so much and now dean is giving cas a haircut and they’re spending the day together. god.

and every time we kiss, i swear i can fly by knameless (14k)

Every time, Dean tells himself it’s the last.

aka, twelve times dean and cas kiss.

a just boy best friends kiss for every season <3 mwah

for which no words exist by MediaWhore (14k)

'a prayer for which no words exist' // richard siken

"Dear Cas who art in my bathtub, give me the strength to be honest about how I feel. For your sake and for mine. Forgive me all the times I wasn’t in the past, all the words I should have said but didn’t. And please stay. Please stay with me when all is said and done. Amen. "

Dean rescues a newly human Cas from the Empty. That's the easy step.

mediawhore i am in LOVE with you oh my god this fic. this fic. dean taking care of cas after rescuing him dean wrapping cas in a blanket oh my GOD

swimming with the fish pond fish by februyuri (17k)

Some time between Dean bleeding out on a makeshift hook in a barn in Ohio and Sam making marshmallows on his funeral pyre, Dean was brought back to life. By Castiel. Again. Dean agreed to it if only to give Jack time to work out the glitches up top. So, now Dean’s back in the land of the living and things are ... actually good, for once.

Or, as good as they can be when demons are attacking Earth, Dean’s failing to get over why he died in the first place, and Cas is suddenly, inexplicably taking every opportunity to casually tell Dean that he loves him.

this is a wip! but it is so good and so worth the read i love it a lot and am very excited for the last chapter. it IS pretty heavy though dean has a LOT to work through

looking like a true survivor (feeling like a little kid) by courfeyrac (20k)

"Jack’s a clever kid—has been ever since he was born, maybe even before that—but Dean’s pretty sure he hasn’t figured out where they’re going yet. And Dean’s… Dean’s excited about it. He remembers planning surprises for Sammy when they were little—saving up quarters and sneaking off to the arcade the year he turned seven, or slipping a book Dean had seen Sammy admiring into his jacket before sprinting out of the store the year he turned twelve. There was only so much Dean could give him back then, hindered by lack of finances and transportation and a father who paid attention. Now, though, Dean’s got a wallet full of cash, a tank full of gas, and the freedom to give his kid the kind of birthday he deserves."

Or, it's Jack's fourth birthday, and the kid wants to go to Build-A-Bear.

EVERYONE READ THIS RIGHT NOW. that is not a request this fic undid me. oh my god. oh my god. they’re a family and they’re going to build a bear and they love each other. oh my god. also no it isn’t a baby jack fic he is 4 and he is also alcal

what’s missing is found (our souls can exhale now) by sobsicles (27k)

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. Dean's dragged into the mess, but he soon finds that it's the best thing that could have happened to him.

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"But have you ever just met someone and maybe it wasn't from the first moment, maybe it was after all these other moments that meant more than you ever expected them to, and it seems like your soul just—just—" Kaia makes a helpless gesture with her hands, pushing out, and she breathes out loudly. "Like it can finally exhale. And that person isn't guaranteed to make you happy, but they're—they're important. You just know it, you can't even escape it, you can't let them go. Ever met someone like that, Dean?"

"I—" Dean halts, his mouth hanging open. He's looking at Kaia, who's looking at him, and his heart is fluttering in his throat like a caged bird aching to soar again. His mind threatens to spiral out of control, but he focuses, swallowing hard. "Yeah. Um. I—yeah, I have."

deancas AND dreamhunter we love to see it also dean DOES smoke weed with kaia and apologizes for pulling a gun on her what more could you want in a fic

Command Me To Be Well by prospopeya (28k)

Dean did a lot of thinking about when and how he would get Cas back. Months of it, actually, stretching into a year, because while Sam and Eileen were settling into their new lives, Dean was stuck. He was stuck in a faraway corner of the bunker, dark and empty and hollow, ringing with the sound of a vibrating phone.

So when he falls to his knees in that same room, exhausted, hurting, breathless, and he feels a hand on his shoulder and looks up to see Cas, he realizes that he doesn't have a single clue about what to do now. Getting Cas out had been easy--actually, it'd been the opposite of that--but the planning of it, the methodical desperation of one attempt after the other had been a familiar rhythm. It'd been soothing almost, solid, something to focus on that wasn't Cas's eyes, watery and jubilant in a way Dean hadn't ever seen that up close on anyone, let alone Cas.

And now Cas is pulling him to his feet, and Dean's stumbling, and he instinctually grabs Cas's arm, and his hand lights up with a fire that he isn't prepared for.

"Hello, Dean."

oh post despair lack of communication....oh dean refusing to work through his feelings...this fic is incredible i love it everyone who enjoys dean doing everything in his power to avoid talking about feelings up to and including having sex with the guy who’s in love with him multiple times should read this

break the skin (to break the barriers) by sobsicles (29k)

The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment.

SOBSICLES TATTOO FIC MY BELOVED. dean grieving and getting tattoos and it turns into tattoo therapy. im SO in love with mitzi it’s insane. requires some suspension of disbelief for how long a tattoo takes but it’s an incredible fic and an unparalleled experience. sobsicles does not miss

ascend by quiettewandering (53k)

Something in the world is wrong.

Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas.

But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten.

Or can it?

SUPER cool concept i liked this a lot i’m pretty sure everyone’s read it already but just in case someone hasn’t you absolutely should

oh sooner or later it all comes down to faith by sobsicles (62k)

Getting used to Heaven is something of a marvel. It ain't perfect, and Dean thinks he'd hate it if it was, which is probably why it isn't.

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"You don't understand," Dean whispers, exhaling shakily. "I know you don't, because even I don't. The instant you were gone, I wanted you back. Cas, I wanted you back. I wanted—I wanted—"

Cas stares at him, searching his face. After a moment, his own face falls slack, eyes widening just so. "Oh," he breathes out.

Dean wants to be furious that Cas has figured it out before he has—whatever it is—but he's not even that surprised. Cas knows him too well, always has, even more than Dean knows himself. He's been kicking Dean in the goddamn teeth with how deeply he understands him, even about the things Dean doesn't, ever since they first met. You don't think you deserve to be saved, that's what Cas had said. All bundled up in impossibilities and power, this being that looked at Dean Winchester and knew every single inch of him, as if he had a right to each part.

"What?" Dean grits out.

"I love you, too."

the ONLY heaven fic. i do not read heaven fics bc i refuse to budge in my finale denialism i refuse to read fic where it is accepted that dean dies. i was hesitant to read this but god im glad i did it was so good. literally the best possible outcome of dean dying

Endverse

final fantasy. by orange_crushed (1.9k)

“If I’d actually been born human, would I have gotten sick like everyone else? Would I be running around gnawing on the neighbors?” Castiel tilts his head up and even from here Dean can see the black ring of his pupils, wide and dark as dead stars. He’s high as fuck and he’s been loading the guns for forty-five minutes. He stares into the space where Dean is. He smiles and shows his teeth. “Maybe you’d have already put a bullet in my head.”

"This is why you don’t lead storytime anymore," Dean says. "This kind of shit."

endverse last night on earth fics are something that can be so personal actually. god

The Last Song by Moorishflower (3.5k)

The very last song is the Song of Solomon, and Castiel sings it only for Dean. Set in "The End."

this is like. pre endverse and the tone is so like. wistful? is the best word ive got? it’s gorgeous i love it but fair warning there is graphic description of like. viscera and infected wounds

to think that we could stay the same by cipherwriter (6.5k)

cas has all he needs; himself, his creation, and enough power to continue this cycle for a long time. he's fine. dean wants to take care of him anyway.

oh my GOD this one is good it’s based off the thing of how originally endverse cas was supposed to be just sitting in a room killing and resurrecting the same cockroach over and over. very bittersweet at some points i love it a lot, do not read it if youre looking for something happy though lmao

the first church at the end of the world by withbloodstainedclothingon (11k)

The angels don’t eat the brain. Only Croats do that.

this one is fucked but it’s incredible it contains very heavy and violent subject matter and cas is an Actual cult leader he doesn’t just have orgies it is SO well done and i had a great time reading it i recommend it very highly if the warnings sound like something you can stomach

Down to Agincourt by seperis (1.1 million. i know. yes it’s a wip)

There is no such thing as a guarantee when it comes to war.

The outcome's known. Why try? Return your rusty sword to battered sheath, bow your head and bend your stubborn knee. Why take the field when you cannot win the war? But Harry -- he went down to Agincourt.

PLEASE. i know the length is intimidating i KNOW it’s a very long fic but please. please read down to agincourt i am begging you. head in my HANDS this series is incredible.

Non Supernatural AUS

Long-Term Relationship by bendingsignpost (2.7k)

Castiel says, budging over to make room for Dean on the couch, “I thought we should have a serious talk about our relationship.”

Reflexively, Dean laughs.

Castiel does not.

“Uh, Cas... you know we’re not dating, right?”

look man it’s bendingsignpost okay. it’s bendingsignpost it’s good and it’s sweet and you should read it

One White Lie by komodobits (11k)

Castiel takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell. He doesn’t need to run through what he’s going to say – he’s already planned and edited and rehearsed it a thousand times. He is going to ask Dean Winchester out to dinner. If it’s not too forward, he’ll say, perfectly charming. You see, I’ve seen you around the neighbourhood and you always seem so earnest and I’d really like to get to know you bette— The door swings open, and Castiel panics.

He intends to excuse himself. He means to apologise and come back some other time. However, in a moment of blind fear, what comes out of his mouth instead are the words, “Could you spare a moment for Jesus Christ?”

do you ever pretend to be a jehovahs witness for months to hang out with the guy you like because you fucked up asking him out? yeah.

separate ways and sleeping dogs by sobsicles (53k)

Dean is three years sober when Cas comes back into town.

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For a moment, they just stare at each other. Dean, once again, has to swallow the urge to offer to swallow something else. It's very hard to resist the gut-wrenching pull of want that hooks in his chest whenever he looks at Cas. And to think, he used to have him, used to be able to act on that want.

God, he's so fucking stupid.

Well, there's no point in kicking himself three years later for shit he can't change. He'll just sit right here and pretend that his fingers aren't twitching with the urge to reach out and touch. He can't do that anymore, and it's his own damn fault.

"Three years ago," Cas prompts.

Dean huffs a weak laugh. "Yeah. Eventful."

this fic hit me SO hard emotionally oh my god. don’t have much to say bc most of my thoughts on this fic are very personal but my god read this please

Everyone’s a Critic by Englandwouldfall (109k)

The one where uninspired chef Dean Winchester has a one night stand with the male (!) food critic who described the flavour of his garlic bread as 'closeted' and accidentally ends up dating him to try and prove that he's a kick ass chef, thank you very much.

(He may have a point about the 'closeted' thing).

this one is SO fun. dating the food critic who called your garlic bread closeted and lying about your career because you’re embarrassed and you want to redeem your food in his eyes but then you fall in love with him

Non Destiel Centric

gender? you mean that thing i have that pisses people off? by bigender dean winchester (homosexualitie) (946 words)

sam and dean paint each other's nails and dean abuses the technicalities of her gender. what more could you want?

HELLO HE/SHE DEAN COMMUNITY oh my god the pure rush of euphoria reading this. oh my god. oh my god.

the quiet road to a distant city by rottingbrains (1.2k)

Sam stares out the windshield again. They’re approaching a city, and she can see the lights in the distance. She’s past the danger zone, and she feels like the world around her reflects that in some way she can’t put into words- as if God is telling her that it’s okay. She did the right thing, and soon she will be past the lonely unknown and into the warm, forgiving light of acceptance. Or something. Come to think of it, the lights only look warm from far away, and she knows that the actual city will seem far less welcoming. Still. Best not to imagine the worst when it’s already going well.

required reading for transfem lesbian sam fans. fics that live in your ribcage to make your heart feel good

Four People Ruby Seduced & One She Actually Fell For (Or: Ruby's Epic Love Affair with Humanity in General and Sam in Specific) by tuesday (3.7k)

In which Ruby has a lot of sex, is not any kind of therapist that would be legal, and helps a few people out for her own reasons. (S4/S5 AU)

for everyone out there who enjoys ruby being a girlboss <3

Fractured Link by Trell (orphan_account) (5.5k)

Meg goes on, resolute despite the way Dean flinches, "He likes me. He likes me a lot, and I like him back, and that's probably good enough for both of us. But fuck me for saying so, Dean-o, he loves you, probably more than anything else on his daddy's green Earth, and you need to man up and give back what Clarence over there has been devoting to you for years."

this is meg/dean/cas which is not smth i really seek out but this was extremely good. set in s7 so it’s meg and dean and honey cas and it’s a lot of dean figuring his shit out and trying to forgive cas and i love meg a lot in this

#spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas #mine

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