#that I don't have any particular lingering fondness for him

[philcoulsonismyhero]

I'm very late to this particular party but I'm finally watching the Thirteenth Doctor seasons of Doctor Who and I fucking Love Thirteen, she's marvellous. Love the mad inventor vibes and the way she gets up in people's faces when they piss her off and the scrunchy faces she makes, it's all very The Doctor-y

Nine will always be my favourite and Twelve is a solid second, but honestly I think Thirteen has already made it to third place and I've only seen three and a half episodes of her

[gyuzgrl]

food chain IIksyII

summary- a couple handsy young men have your boyfriend reminding you who truly is on top of the food chain.

wc- 3k

Soonyoung watches with clenched fists as you talk to his friends. On hindsight, perhaps introducing his beautiful, funny, smart girlfriend to 12 handsome young men, wasn't his brightest idea yet. He hadn't thought this through.

You sat on the couch, sandwiched between Seungcheol and Mingyu- both of whom appeared to have taken a particular interest in you tonight. A pretty white dress clung to your curves, stopping a little above your knees, your hair lay perfectly. You looked stunning.

They all seemed to think that.

"...which is how my love for literature started, really," you conclude your story, offering Jihoon a gentle smile. He blushes, lowering his gaze.

"what about college? how's that treatin' ya?" Mingyu urges, nudging your shoulder as if you've been friends for ages.

His friendly manner leaves you feeling eternally grateful. It isn't easy sitting in a room full of strangers. Especially when everyone knows the other person. Everyone except you.

You respond, grinning as you gesture wildly with your hands. A fond smile settles on his face and on the others, but you play this off as them being nice.

Soonyoung, however, does not.

He knows his friends. Knows them well enough to see that behind their smiles and innocent touches, lie lust-blown pupils and something akin to desire.

Seungcheol tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you talk, and you break off into a clumsy stutter. He grins, hand lingering on your hair with an evident fondness.

Your boyfriend grits his teeth. He rises from his seat, which ironically happens to be the one furthest from you, and walks over to you.

Everyone watches.

"baby," he grumbles, "can't hear you from all the way there"

You pout.

"come sit closer then, you're so far away soonie"

The petname pierces through all their hearts, like cupids very own arrow. Just when they thought you couldn't get any cuter, you had to go and prove them all wrong.

"no space" Soonyoung motions to the packed couch. "why don't you sit on my lap, pretty?"

"hosh-" you smack his chest, face heating up.

"wha- it's not like they mind, do you, guys?"

He turns to look at each of his friends, staring them down as if to say- 'she's mine. she's mine and you will watch her be mine.'

Gulping, Vernon and Joshua look at each other, a lingering guilt in their eyes. In all their eyes.

Seungcheol speaks up, forcing a smile onto his face- "of course not! go ahead, go ahead"

Wasting no time, Soonyoung hoists you up, making space for himself between Mingyu and Seungcheol, before tugging you onto his lap. His arms wrap themselves securely around your waist, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, placing a gentle kiss there.

There's a sudden shift in the atmosphere. What once was a lively, active air, has shifted into a still, stagnant one, charged with envy and guilt.

There's a pause.

"y/n," a voice calls from the side, with a sultry edge- it's Jeonghan. "you never told us what your type is-"

"oh..."

You're a little taken aback by the sudden question, but the people-pleaser in you can't help but respond.

"well, I like Hosh, so I'm sure that tells you everythin-"

"c'monn" he pushes, "tell me what I can do to steal you from Hoshingie"

Your eyes widen. Surely, he was joking, yes?

You laugh, hesitantly, following a couple of the boys around you, but Soonyoung's lips are set in a firm, hard line.

"you're funny-" you offer, patting your boyfriend's hand reassuringly.

"I mean it can't be looks- cause frankly, you'd have been on my lap instead of his"

The men laugh, poking your boyfriend as he gnashes his teeth. He had to remind himself that he wanted this. He wanted you to meet his friends. He wanted to call them over to the house. He wanted them to like you.

Look where that got him.

"oh- I got it!" Chan exclaims, pointing at you, "you must like cute guys- y'know they're s-"

"cute?" Soonyoung interrupts.

"cute?"

They all fall silent. The laughs and giggles that erupted from all over suddenly ceased to exist.

"if you think what you've seen of me so far is 'cute' I'd better straighten up. seems like I've been too nice all this while."

His voice is dangerously low. The stares he shoots at the younger boy are nothing short of menacing. If you didn't know any better, you'd think there were literal daggers shooting out from his eyes.

"Hoshi let's calm do-" Dokyeom tries, only to find his voice shrinking back when your boyfriend turns to him.

"calm down? oh I'm calm. I'm very calm."

You feel his grasp on your stomach tighten, pulling you further into his lap.

"as glad as I am that you all like my girlfriend, I think it's time for you to go. getting kinda late, isn't it, Seungcheolie hyung?"

The older man jerks to his feet, agreeing embarrassingly quick.

"yeah we've overstayed, haven't we, guys? we should um, we should get going."

Like clockwork, the other men rise to their feet, mumbling pathetic little 'nice to meet you's before scurrying after Seungcheol, right out the door.

You scurry after them, holding the door open as you call out a quick "it was lovely meeting you! get home safe". It surprised you how easily Soonyoung got them to leave at his command.

There's a presence behind you, an arm stretching out to slam the door shut. You turn around to meet the gaze of your very angry boyfriend.

Like a deer, stupified under the watch of a tiger, you stood frozen under Soonyoung's glare. Behind his pupils danced a dangerous kind of rage- one that made your knees weak and your heart quicken.

"Hosh-"

"save it"

Biting your lip, you look away, feeling so incredibly small under him. Feeling so powerless. You're reminded that he's the one in control here and nobody could even begin to compare. Not Seungcheol, not Mingyu, not even Jeonghan. With the way they all ran off at his command, it was evident who really sat at the top of the food chain.

He leans in, lips ghosting over yours.

You were trapped.

"thought they were funny, did you?" he seethes, pushing his hips flush against yours, "hm? smiling away when they touched you, when they stared at what's mine-"

A soft whimper is all you can manage, chasing his lips as he pulls away just a little.

"no, Hosh-"

"I said. save it."

A familiar heat pools between your legs at his commanding tone. God he was so sexy like this- all angry and rough.

"I think you've forgotten, pretty girl" he rasps with a condescending furrow in his brow, "forgotten who you belong to."

Oh you were in for a long night.

"n-no Soonie m'yours- only yours"

"yeah?"

"mhm"

A hand works its way up to your chin, digits cradling the tip, tilting your head up. Your eyes flutter closed.

"mm, so eager for me" he coos, inching forward. You move to pull him closer, but he catches your wrists with his other hand, yanking them above your head, pinning them against the door.

You gasp, now completely at his mercy. He grins.

"patience, baby"

He closes in, lips finally meeting yours in a sloppy kiss. It's a mess of teeth and tongue and desperation, but you love it. There's a fire, a passion, when he kisses you- one you've seen when he dances. His body rolls into yours, hips pushing hard against you, and you moan.

His tongue shoves its way into your mouth, licking over the surface of your palate like he'd go crazy if he didn't.

It's dizzying how intense he is. His presence is overwhelming- he's all over- and you're helpless to it all.

Your lungs scream for respite, begging you to pull away, to breathe. Like a fire alarm, your heart thuds in your ears, almost in warning, as if to say- 'breathe! breathe before you lose consciousness!'

Hesitantly, you listen to your panicked heart, pulling away with a gasp. Your chest heaves under him, filling you up with sweet, sweet oxygen.

"can they get you all worked up like this? hm?" he mumbles, trailing his fingertips from your chin to the divot of your collarbones.

You shake your head.

His voice drops to a whisper,

"can they touch you the way I do?"

The solid muscle of his thigh parts your legs, bullying it's way in between. He pushes up, right against your sex, and you whimper at the contact.

"tell me."

"nobody t-touches me like you do Soonyoung- please," you breathe, head tipping back, giving him complete access to your throat in silent submission.

He trails hot kisses along your jaw, down your throat, sucking purple stains into your skin- so harsh and opaque, you wouldn't be able to hide them from the world.

"what will Seuncheollie hyung think, hm? what will he think when he sees how you let me mark you like this for everyone to see?"

You moan, the thought of his friends seeing the hickeys he left only adding to your arousal. The heat between your legs, the wetness, is unbearable. Your body yearns for Soonyoung, aches for him. There's a feeling only he can give you and you both know it. You need him now.

Picking up on your desperation, your boyfriend decides to move on. After all, he can't keep his pretty girl waiting, can he?

Firm hands grip your thighs, and a single command is uttered- "jump."

Instantly, your legs wrap around his waist and he hoists you into his strong arms, lips clashing in a messy kiss as he carries you to the bedroom.

Soonyoung lowers you onto the bed, pressing you into the mattress with his weight. His arms cage you in, his hips roll into yours, his eyes- now narrowed at you in the way a predator would look at its prey- held a fire that made your skin grow hot.

"you need me to make you feel good, don't you, baby?" he grins wickedly, breath fanning across your face.

You nod, pathetically.

"say it"

He pauses, leaning closer- so close, his lips touch yours as he speaks- "tell me you need me,"

Tears prick your eyes- a mix of desperation and overwhelm taking over your senses completely.

"only you Hosh, I need you- I need you so please-"

"I know, pretty, I know" he interrupts, mumbling against your lips.

"please,"

And with that, Hoshi's all over you like a storm. Feverish hands grip and twist at your dress, yanking it off carelessly. He didn't care if it tore. He didn't care one bit. He'd just buy you five more tomorrow.

What he saw underneath was worth every penny he'd spend on your dresses.

A matching pale pink lingerie set. All for him to see.

"fuck baby, you're- you're killing me" he groans, shoving his face into your covered breasts. He pulls away, taking you in for a moment, before his hands tug eagerly at the fabric, leaving your chest bare.

"so fuckin' pretty, y'know that? y'know how goddamn pretty you are, baby?"

Bashfully, you turn away, biting your lip with a stifled grin.

"I mean it- god, if you could see yourself right now"

"stopp" you whine, covering your face.

He grins before his lips move back to your breasts, swirling his tongue over each nipple, pressing kisses, sucking bruises into the tender flesh.

With every flick of his tongue, you arch off the bed, pressing yourself further into him with a lewd moan. It was true, what he said. Only he can make you feel like this.

Soonyoung travels further south, tracing a path down your breasts to the hem of your panties. He places gentle kisses on your tummy, while his hands move swiftly to reveal what he considers heaven.

Feeling the wetness soaking through the pretty pink fabric, he can't control the groan forcing its way out his throat.

"so wet-" he says, almost frustrated by how perfect you are, "all this for me, baby?"

"mhm- all for y-you Soonie"

You squirm under his touch, feeling particularly ticklish with every soft kiss he places on your skin. That gentle manner is long gone, however, once you're left completely bare. It's as though the sight of your bare cunt flips a switch in his head- turning him into an animal; rough, messy, greedy.

His voice takes on a raspier quality, his breaths turn shallow, his arms tremble as he lowers himself to face your heat.

"oh, you're dripping"

You whine, wiggling your hips to get him to touch you, and he smirks. Large hands splay you open and yank you down by your thighs, straight onto his tongue.

There's no controlling the noises you make now.

You yelp when his tongue makes contact with your clit, toying with it so effortlessly tears well in your eyes. Every flick, every roll of his tongue has shivers running along your skin, with goosebumps all over your body.

"Soonie please- please, please, please-" you moan, unsure of what you're even asking for.

He responds with quicker motions around your clit, slurping loudly at your cunt. A knot builds in your tummy, tightening, tightening, until it's ready to snap.

His lips cradle your clit and provide just a little more stimulation as they suck around you, drawing the sensitive nerves out of hiding.

"d-don't stop fuck- m'gonna,"

All you hear is a hum, muffled by your cunt, shooting vibrations right through you. The added stimulation is exactly what you need, sending you over the edge in record time.

The knot in your stomach snaps, and you moan his name as you come, chanting it like it's all you know- 'Soonyoung, Soonyoung, Soonyoung'

He slips a finger into you, wanting to feel your orgasm. The way you tighten around his digit sends blood rushing to his dick. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel your walls tighten around him, to feel how eagerly you'd keep pulling him back in for more.

"that's it, baby- fuck," he drawls, licking his hands clean, "taste so fucking good"

Rising back to his feet, Soonyoung glances down at you, lips curling at the corners. He unbuttons his shirt, popping each disk off meticulously as he stares down at you.

What a tease.

Your breath hitches when he slips off the fabric, revealing his shockingly sculpted torso. While your boyfriend did appear less muscular than most- owing this to his cute baby face- he was easily one of the most chiseled men you'd seen.

He moves to his jeans next- unbuckling his belt with such dexterity you find yourself even more aroused than before. The button comes undone, zip tugged down, and he steps out of his pants, leaving him in his black boxers as he makes his way back to you.

Firm pectorals greet your eager hands, delicious striations, and defined ridges make your mouth water- god, you could just eat him alive.

"you're staring again" he mumbles, now hovering above you.

"am not" you grin.

"are too"

"am no-"

"shut up," he breathes before pulling you into a messy kiss. It's a clash of tongue and teeth but lord it feels better than anything you've done with anyone else.

Your eyes widen when you feel his cock rubbing up against your folds- when did he lose the boxers?

Before you can even process his speedy undressing, Soonyoung shoves his length into you, earning a particularly loud moan on your part.

He grins against your lips at the sound, and moves back to kiss you properly, now swallowing your whimpers and cries. His hips roll into you, driving his cock further into your cunt and back, repeating the process over and over again.

There's an ease with which he moves into you, like liquid metal. His movements are powerful and fluid, giving you so much pleasure you feel like you're losing your mind.

Sweat collects at his temples as he pounds into you, clumps of hair sticking to his forehead- nothing, no one, could even begin to compare to how gorgeous he is.

He throws your leg over his waist, angling himself deeper, just enough to kiss that spot no one else can. Your head tips back into the pillows, chest heaving as you moan helplessly under him.

"can they make you feel like this?" he rasps, picking up his pace, "can they even come close to how good I'm fucking you?"

"no- no one but you- fuck Soonie don't stop"

Sliding a hand down your torso, Soonyoung rubs tight circles into your clit, sending waves of pleasure rippling over your body. You cry out, back arching off the bed as tears spill from your eyes, staining your rosy cheeks.

"so pretty like this," he grits, "taking me so fucking good-"

You feel yourself right on the edge of pleasure, waiting, anticipating, until you finally fall. A wave of relief washes over you, muscles twitching as you let go. Soonyoung follows right after, gritting his teeth as your walls tighten around him, greedily coaxing out every bit of his release.

"fuck," he breathes, his thrusts growing slower before he stills in you.

He leans his forehead against yours, mumbling "I love you" over and over until you calm down.

"m'gonna run us a bath, kay?"

"mhm"

Lifting himself off of you, Soonyoung heads to the bathroom, to set up. In a couple of minutes, he comes back out with a warm, damp towel in hand, crawling between your legs to gently wipe off the mess you've made.

He cradles your thigh so gently, it makes your heart swell. Each swipe is tender and soft, making sure he doesn't touch you when you're this sensitive.

"thank you," you mumble, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

He looks up at you, cupping your face right away with concern painted all over his features.

"baby what's wrong? did I do something? did I hurt you?"

"no I just- I just really love you. And I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have you with me"

His face lights up, little crescents forming in his eyes.

"I love you" he grins, "I love you and you're gonna be mine forever"

He pauses to kiss the tip of your nose-

"now c'mere lemme clean you up"

[radioisntdead]

Too sweet

Alastor x gn reader,

Warnings!!

Mild ooc, reader is dessert themed also kinda imagining they have eyes that resemble 1930's animation but that's just me, casual backstory drop in the middle that's just never brought up again, death, pacing is a little off, Alastor is prepared with angelic steel this time! It does not help whatsoever!

Song: Too sweet

It wasn't a secret that Alastor strongly disliked sweet things, it wasn't a complete hatred but he wouldn't willingly eat any, he preferred bitter things.

It can't be said I'm an early bird

You were as sweet as pure sugar, with that oh so charming smile of yours, your big ol' cartoony eyes, eccentric and positive attitude, not to mention you were quite literally dessert themed, Cake themed outfits, frosted purses, phone case adorned with spackled frosting, sprinkles and charms.

It's ten o'clock before I say a word

You were the most recent addition to the hotel, a few of the hotel's residents didn't quite understand how someone as sweet as you could've ended up in hell, it was theorized that maybe it was an act, a honey coated trap that would lead to the hotel demise or something.

Baby, I can never tell

That was thrown out rather quickly when you kept the same sweetheart persona even when alone, it was just how you were.

How do you sleep so well?

It was concerning to a certain few hotel residents when it was discovered that you had a thing for the Radio demon,

The way your eyes would linger on him for a moment too long, the way you would gaze at him love evident in your eyes.

You keep telling me to live right

Husk gave you a warning one night at the bar, you were sipping on a drink that had more sugar then any drink should, he was cleaning up the bar.

"Look kid, Alastor is a bad decision, this won't end well for you."

"I know." You had responded, twirling around that sickly sweet drink of yours

You weren't naive like your personality seemed to make people think, you knew Alastor was a bad idea, bad news, he was a cannibalistic murderer for heaven's sake!

To go to bed before the daylight

But it was alright to have a small crush that you wouldn't act on, it'd pass eventually but for now it wasn't bad to fantasize about dancing with him, cooking together or about doing something unholy like handholding! Nothing would become of it, you didn't have a good history with relationships anyways.

But then you wake up for the sunrise

Charlie was supportive of your little crush, she had found out about it after accidentally overhearing you drunkenly tell Angel Dust about it, that sugary little drink really did a number on you.

She decided she would try to push you and Alastor together, gently, She was such a great wingman!

After all Alastor tolerated you more than anyone else in the hotel so that's a indication that you might have a chance right? A truly slim one but a chance nonetheless!

You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then

When Alastor began enjoying your company a little too much for his liking it was like he, from his prospective had been thrown into a horror movie and trapped with little to no way out.

He enjoyed some of your antics and reactions.

Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake?

You were helpful around the hotel, helping out with advertising, you'd proofread scripts he had written for his radio broadcast, every time you went out for a treat you brought back some type of pastry or snack for the hotel residents, in particular you'd travel all the way to cannibal town to pick up something for Alastor, you didn't have too, but you did.

Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

As time went on the feelings didn't fade, especially since Charlie heavily suggested that the two of you should work together on hotel related things, and that pinwheeled into the two of you spending more time together, getting closer, and eventually you began to avoid Alastor, you had a tendency to ditch the people you were fond of in a way usually in a cruel fashion, you didn't mean too, truly! But you did and you didn't want to risk it with Alastor for his sake and yours.

If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great

You were a known partier back in your day, you died back in the heights of the roaring twenties where you had the money and privileges to go to lavish parties where anyone who was anyone could attend much like the parties Gatsby held in the great Gatsby, you lived what some folks thought the roaring twenties were all about, Flappers, speakeasies, parties and short-lived prosperity.

You were in your twenties, rebellious and reckless, drinking any drink given to you, playing around with people's emotions with those sickly sweet words of yours, taking whatever substance you were given, and a year before the stock market crash, you were found dead on the dancefloor poisoned by a former darling of yours who didn't like that you had left them because things were getting 'too serious' for you.

You didn't handle death well, and in order to keep at least some of your sanity you went to hurling yourself onto the hellish party scene, frequenting speakeasies, trying to keep some sense of what you knew, repeating harmful cycles, but you couldn't do it forever.

And so you gave up the party scene around the mid 40's, burning bridges and leaving behind many scorned people behind.

You were more unstable back then, but you had improved, at least you thought you did taking up the sweet attitude by a couple notches, switching from drinking alcohol each day to drinking sweet smoothies or milkshakes.

You cleaned up your act and you were continuing to keep it clean especially as you checked into the hotel.

No one there knew about your track record and you would like to keep it that way.

But while in this world

The avoidance didn't last long since Alastor cornered you asking why and you blabbered out your feelings in one big ramble.

And that was that.

I think I'll take my whiskey neat

Charlie was ecstatic to learn that you and Alastor had gotten together, Others were concerned particularly Husk, his bets were that either Alastor would end up owning your soul, you'd become just as twisted as Al or you'd end up dead.

None of them would end well for you.

My coffee black and my bed at three

The two of you were opposites, while he took his coffee black and bitter you loaded yours up with milk, sugar and whatever other toppings you wished, when he stayed awake for multiple days in end you snoozed away at night, when he was threatening someone who was messing with the hotel you were trying to defuse the situation with sweet words.

You're too sweet for me

Alastor didn't like sweet things, but he didn't mind you and your sugary sweetness, infact you could say he was growing a little bit of a sweet tooth.

Just the sight of your sweet little smile was enough to cause a slight ache in his heart and that fact that you could be called his now was just wonderful!

You're too sweet for me

He could see himself getting used to all this sweetness, he just needed to make sure no one knew that.

I take my whiskey neat

You smiled, listening intently and sipping on your sweet alcoholic drink while Alastor recounted an encounter he had, a glass of whiskey in his hand whooshing around as he spoke.

My coffee black and my bed at three

It was after a hotel game night mixed with alcohol, the two of you were tired and intoxicated, you were a giggly drunk, laughing at the most mundane things, Alastor was escorting you to your room and much to his surprise it was a challenge as you would stop every few steps to laugh at how the crack in the wall looked like a giraffe or how that stain on the carpet looked like a birthday cake!

You're too sweet for me

By the time he had finally gotten you to your room he was exhausted, you kicked off your shoes leaving them on your floor as you dived into your bed, reveling in the comfortable blankets.

Alastor rolled his eyes as he entered your room leaning down to pick up your discarded shoes to properly put them away in your woredrob, he intended to leave to his own room but you reached out your arms to him making grabby hands, he walked over and leaned in to see what you wanted only for you to suddenly grab him, pulling him down and covering him in the blankets before promptly passing out with your arm wrapped around one of his.

You're too sweet for me

He was going to get up, he truly was but he hadn't slept in hell knows how many days now, and the bed was warm, before he knew it his eyelids were drooped. His shadow thankfully decided to close the door to your room.

I aim low, I aim true and the ground's where I go

The next morning he was greeted by you humming while gently petting his fluffy ears, he wasn't sure you knew he was awake at that point, but he rather liked having his ears petted, at least by you and it wouldn't hurt to savor this moment for just a few more minutes before the two of you would have to deal with the duties that the day held for you.

I work late where I'm free from the phone, and the job gets done

Alastor preferred to have his radio broadcast aired in the morning but sometimes he wouldn't get the chance too, [Maybe he indulged a little too much in his morning time with you]

He would air around eight pm and sometimes you would hang around his tower, doing whatever activity you had brought along until he was done and the two of you would walk back to the hotel, maybe grabbing a bite to eat.

But you worry some, I know

Other nights you would turn on the radio in his room and curl up in a blanket on the leather chair he had, closing your eyes and listening to his oddly soothing voice.

But who wants to live forever, babe?

Alastor didn't particularly believe that heavens gates would accept sinners even if they were redeemed, but nothing is impossible and he, although he doubted it, could be wrong and the Hazbin hotel could be a success in redeeming sinners left and right and you were one of the residents checked in for redemption.

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate

Alastor moved a piece of your hair away from your face, careful not to disturb your sleeping position on his chair, he could admit to himself that he had gotten attached to you, and he couldn't just have his darling little partner leave him behind to fraternize with the winners above now could he?

The rest of you like you're the TSA

He picked you up from the chair and moved you over to his bed, tucking you in.

If anyone in this damned place could get redeemed it was you.

I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong

And Alastor, well he wasn't the type to be looking for redemption or redeemed, he was even less of the type to blindly follow someone somewhere even if it was you.

He did wish he could see his mother who obviously was in heaven but that simply just wasn't in the cards for him, it was tragic but he did murder people, he died while burying a body after all!

You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

Alastor cut into the dead deer he had just sat on his table, he was about to take a bite when he caught a glimpse of you shooting up from his bed looking around in hasty panic before you visibly calmed at the sight of him, with one of your signature surgery sweet smiles that caused swirls in his heart you bid him a good morning.

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

Alastor strolled into the hotel after a day of errands, only to see everyone cluttered together looking at something you were holding that he couldn't see, you noticed him and waved him over, grinning as you held the red creature in your arms that looked strikingly like Alastor, you went on a small tangent about how you had found the little guy while taking a stroll around the hotel.

If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait

In all honesty he wanted to hurl the creature out the window but you were stubborn in saying that the two of you should keep the catlike creature immediately dubbing it as your son much to Alastor's displeasure.

Until that day

He and the little creature begun a little rivalry, whenever he had his arm around you that thing would try and headbutt it off.

On the plus side you had taken to dressing the little one up in ridiculous little outfits, usually to match you or Alastor, from dessert themed outfits to Alastor's signature suit.

The creature did not like being dressed the majority of the time as the little thing felt it was taken less seriously thanks to the outfits.

It was right, when the little one would strut around the hotel he was usually awe'd over by Charlie and Sir Pentious.

I'd rather take my whiskey neat

Time flew by as extermination day drew closer, preparing became the focus in the hotel, coating weapons in angelic steel, in particular you had a axe that you covered with dessert themed charms finding it funny, because imagine getting taken out with a dessert themed axe of all things!

My coffee black and my bed at three

You had just barely convinced Alastor to prepare to use an angelic weapon, borderline begging him to do so, you didn't know what you'd do if he got taken out or injured because he was too prideful and foolish to use angelic steel in some way.

You're too sweet for me

He just couldn't say no to you when you looked at him with those cartoonish eyes that reminded him of 1930's animation and surgery sweet smile!

You're too sweet for me

It was the night before extermination, everyone was ready, living this night as if they were going to die tomorrow, which they probably will but they had something to fight for! You indulged on the classic surgery sweet drink that you always got, sipping on it as Niffty declared Alastor king roach leading to you chuckling.

I take my whiskey neat

It was the time where everyone retired, laying in bed you gently brushed a hand through his awful haircut, the two of you chatted about what could happen tomorrow and what the two of you would do afterwards because obviously the two of you didn't intend on dying.

You let out a yawn, deciding to call it a night you gave Alastor a light peck before laying your head on your pillow.

My coffee black and my bed at three

Alastor channeled his inner Edward Cullen and watched you sleep, blanket curled around you, that little creature was snoozing by you, dressed in a onesie that you had obviously put on him.

He didn't say it often, or at all honesty but he adored you, the only sweet thing he would willingly indulge in.

He would do anything to protect you, you would survive the extermination, he would make sure of it.

You're too sweet for me

He, infact did not make sure of it.

It was during his little encounter with Adam, the first man had gone to attack him but you had ran in, taking the hit for Alastor.

Resulting in a large gash in your stomach, blood pooled around you as Alastor got a few hits on Adam before turning to you, clutching your body as shadows overtook the two of you, taking you to his radio tower.

You're too sweet for me

Alastor scrambled, his usual composed self gone as you were actively bleeding out, he tried to stop the bleeding but you had already lost too much.

I take my whiskey neat

He held you as he demanded to know why the hell you would jump Infront of him.

You simply smiled, lifting your hand to touch his face, you said three simple words that would be your last, the last thing you saw was Alastor's strained smile.

My coffee black and my bed at three

Husk was right, it would end one of three ways, either Alastor ended up with your soul, you became just as twisted or you died.

And many died that day, the hazbin hotel lost two of its residents, Sir Pentious and you.

Sir Pentious had died for his friends and you had died for the person you loved, sacrifices that landed the two of you into heaven.

You're too sweet for me

Alastor sat in his newly built radio tower, that damned creature that you had brought by his side.

He had managed to survive the hotel collapsing, good for him, unfortunately the person that brought him there didn't survive, and now he was stuck with Alastor, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing anymore.

You're too sweet for me

Alastor despised sweet things, they were filled with sickly sweet sugar that would leave cavities behind in it's wake, even after being brushed away it would still leave some damage like you did, you left him like you had left others before only this time it was unwillingly, you were the sweetest thing he'd ever known, he made a unfortunately decision to get attached to you and now he paid the consequences, he would be unintentionally haunted by you, reminded of you every time he saw the portrait they hung of you in the hotel along with Sir Pentious or even with the cat that looked like him.

He wouldn't be making the mistake of falling for someone again that was for sure.

It's not like he could if he wanted to anyways.

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed this! I wrote it all in one day, I didn't write it because I got tired but the reader is totally fighting people to go back to Alastor, just "I JUST DIED AFTER TELLING HIM I LOVED HIM, THAT IS TRAUMATIZING"

[mercuriians]

hello!!! I saw that your requests were open, can I request some drabbles with Welt and Jing Yuan with an overly cautious s/o, discovering them wearing something of theirs as comfort? (ex. They catch reader out and about calmer then usual, and the after a bit realize reader is wearing an article of their clothing? (Maybe for Welt, one of his old scarves, wrapped around their neck, covering half of their face. For Jing Yuan an old long sleeve turtlekneck, that's so loose on reader that it looks like a dress)

Thank youu

✒️

breathe me in

content info — gn! reader, fluffy drabbles w/ the lovely mr. yang & jing yuan (separate!!), reader is mentioned to be a cloud knight in jing yuan's part, & a morsel of hurt/comfort if you squint.

word count — 0.9k words.

author's note — mm i liked writing this a lot! welt's been one of my favs since the start and i've grown fond of jing yuan too. i love them. thank you for being my first requester, anon!! <3

WELT YANG.

seeing as your boyfriend is, hands down, one of the most observant people you've ever come across, it's only inevitable for him to notice one particular change in your appearance. he's barely entered the parlor car when he spots some sort of brown fabric comfortably stretched across the width of your neck. the realization dawns not even a second later—that's his scarf, one of the several that have grown weathered over the limitless journeys.

still, once welt sees the serene, relaxed expression on your face, and how the stiff vigilance in your eyes has melted—that alone brings out a tiny smile from him—he comes to the conclusion that you pay no attention to the scarf's loose threads and holes. or, that you do, but you don't care about them.

finally, your eyes meet his, your lips curving into a familiar little smile of your own. he walks over to where you're sitting before taking his place next to you. "hey, baby." you greet him tenderly.

"hi, dear," welt hums. with no one else—besides pom pom of course—in the parlor car at the moment, he reaches for your hand without any trace of hesitation. his fingers, calloused yet warm, envelop yours. "i see you've found one of my old scarves. i'd honestly almost forgotten that they were still in my drawer."

"yeah, you caught me.." vaguely, you start to look bashful, your gaze drifting elsewhere, your teeth nibbling softly on your lower lip.

however, he's quick to appease your diffidence. the man says his next words with the kind of adoration that can never be faked. "it looks far better on you than it could have ever been on me."

wide with surprise, your eyes find his. "you.. you mean that?" you whisper, but your heart is already swelling with joy.

welt leans down to place a careful, meaningful kiss on your forehead. "forever and always, my love."

JING YUAN.

the present moment was likely the worst time for your clumsiness to show. just a second ago, your foot had slipped on the loose material of jing yuan's burgundy turtleneck. barely managing not to fall on your face, you stumble into your shared chambers. what really makes your cheeks burn in humiliation, however, is what happens next.

without a warning, the general of the xianzhou luofu bursts into laughter.

it's not his usual kind of laugh, either; instead of being brief, restrained, and courteous, it's prolonged, loud, and unbridled. one would almost think that he's cackling, if not for the respectable kind of individual that he happens to be.

"do my actions entertain you that much, general?" you grumble with your arms crossed, a forced, but mild anger lacing your tone.

once he hears your words, jing yuan ceases his hysterics. "why do you address me so formally, darling?" he asks, clearing his throat despite the remnants of mirth still lingering within his aureate eyes.

"maybe because you seemed unable to control your emotions a second ago," you retort. your answer doesn't even fully make sense, you're well aware, but by now the shame covers you from head to toe. you can't exactly find the effort needed to care.

still, the general maintains his appropriately perceptive nature. sensing your change in mood, he quickly and efficiently dispels all traces of amusement. he pats the vacant spot next to him. "come, sit with me."

you move to sit down next to him, your movements completely quiet except for your breathing. this time you make sure that you don't trip on your boyfriend's annoyingly long turtleneck. to jing yuan's surprise, you speak first. "i'm sure you've noticed what i'm wearing," you start, and he nods affirmatively. "i found it while i was cleaning your closet."

you look down, nervously pulling on the sleeve. "it reminded me of you, so i put it on. it.. it helps me feel normal, i guess, like i don't have to constantly put my guard up."

there's a stubborn beat of silence that ensues, and with your unease growing, you lift your head to meet jing yuan's eyes. however, your worries are futile; the look on his face tells you that he understands completely.

of course he does.

"i'm sorry for laughing earlier, my beloved." the man says earnestly. "i was just taken by surprise, especially since your steadfast caution is of another level. to put it into other words, i suppose.." jing yuan trails off, taking a moment to properly articulate his thoughts. "it makes me glad that even a strict, unwavering lieutenant of the cloud knights has their moments of humanity."

with the way your boyfriend gazes into your eyes, you're unable to do anything else but let your embarrassment slip away, subdued by what you know to be jing yuan's love. "and it makes me glad that even a general of the xianzhou has their moments of immaturity," you giggle softly. the man shakes his head, amused once again.

"i'll offer you a deal, darling. if i kiss you, perhaps, will you promise to forgive me?" jing yuan hums, his large hands already reaching out to trace the familiar hem of the turtleneck.

"i already have," you smile, but nonetheless you lean in, taking in his placating scent of cedarwood, fresh ink, and earthy leather. your eyes slide shut, lithe arms circling around your boyfriend's strong neck as your lips meet his. his fingers dip underneath your clothing, tenderly ghosting over your skin as he kisses you more deeply.

neither of you pull away for a long while.

[miheartsedthings]

NEW NSFW Alphabet ~ Headcanon~ Billy Hargrove

Minors DNI

SO, I've taken the liberty of changing this up a bit. I've redesignated some of these letters because I think we've all seen the old ones so many times. Also, I think these changes could be more interesting for Billy in particular. Mind you not All of these are different, just some.

Enjoy

A- Aftercare (What is he like right after sex?)

Billy is attentive. He knows how rough he can be so after he's calmed down, he takes care to make sure you're okay. This can look like verbal check ins or bringing you water and towels. He'll make sure you're safe and comfortable.

B- Body Count

Billy gets around. He stopped counting after 30.

C- Cum

Billy likes it inside you. Rather that be your mouth or elsewhere, he likes the idea of the essence of himself being in you. On your chest is a close second.

D- Dirty Talk

Billy is big on dirty talk. He gets really into it and can't help telling you how good you feel and giving orders (stroke that c*ck, baby). He has no problem telling you what he plans to do to you.

E- Easy (Does he play hard to get?)

Billy is usually easy. The only exception is if you're desperate. Then, he'll tease you, making you beg and tell him how badly you want him.

F- Fight

Arguments with Billy don't typically turn into sex, believe it or not. When he's actually angry, Billy doesn't feel safe, and if he doesn't feel safe he's not getting aroused. He's much more likely to say something to embarrass you and then storm off.

G- "Good Girl"

Sex being one of the few times he can be openly affectionate, Billy showers you with praise. He's a big fan of telling you what you're good at, how nice you taste, how good you're doing. Etc.

He likes when you tell him how he's making you feel, and he LOVES to hear you say you're all his.

H- Hickey

YES, he loves giving you hickeys, all over your body but especially in places where people can see them. When you give him a hickey he wears it like a badge of honor. (Side note, this just gave me an idea for a story 😘)

I- Intimacy

Billy really enjoys intimacy and feeling loved by you, he just has trouble verbalizing it. He expresses love physically, he wants to touch and kiss and fondle you to show his affections. He's also slower to anger with you and will show up around you.

You know how cats pretend they don't care about you and then just "happen" to be in the same room as you all the time? Yeah, that's Billy. He just happens to show up to parties you're attending, even parties you're throwing that he wasn't invited to.

He crashed a wedding you attended because he heard you didn't have a plus one.

J- Jealous

Does it even need to be said? Billy will get jealous if your gaze lingers on a poster too long. He's a walking nightmare to any guy who looks your way. He's your scary dog privilege.

When he gets jealous there's a 50/50 chance that he's just as mad at you as the other person. Sometimes he views you as too innocent to notice other people lusting after you. At other times he accuses you of having a wandering eye.

It takes a long time to talk him out of his jealousy, but it always comes back to reminding him that he's good enough and you aren't going anywhere. After a jealous episode he's usually feeling vulnerable. Kisses help.

K- Kick (Something he's always kicking himself for)

Billy regrets the times you've seen him lose control of his anger. He wishes he could've been better when you met so you didn't have to see any of that and he could've avoided hurting you. Now that he's growing he just wishes he could've been a better man for you in the beginning.

L- Location

Billy is fond of car sex. He likes to get you in the backseat and put down a towel to protect the seats. He also likes to get you alone at a party with the music to cover the sounds.

M- Motivation

Billy gets turned on easily. He loves when you try to flirt with him, even if you're bad at it. If you're bad at it then he just teases you about your crumby game and watches you get flustered which he finds extremely cute.

He loves you in skirts and halter tops. He loves seeing you naked in his leather jacket. He'll pretty much f*ck you at the drop of a hat.

N- No

No scat, no golden showers, no sounding.

O- Oral

Billy is a big fan. BIG BIG fan of oral, both giving and receiving. In a way he's more proud of his skills with his tongue than with his stick. In a way it feels like more of an accomplishment to know how to use just your mouth and fingers to get someone off.

P- Position

His favorite position is cowgirl, believe it or not. (More on this later) A close second is having you flat on your stomach. He likes to have you like that with an arm around your neck, mostly because it quickly overwhelms you and he loves seeing you like that.

Q- Quickie

Billy is down for a quickie in theory. In practice he's more likely to just make you late to wherever you're supposed to be.

R- Risk

Billy likes a healthy level of risk. Like I mentioned he likes having sex at parties, but he'll also sneak into a bar or restaurant bathroom with you. Back row at a movie theater is a fun one.

S- Sloppy

Billy gets sloppy sometimes, maybe if he's drunk. He likes fingering you when you're really wet.

T- Time

Billy likes sex pretty much whenever, but his FAVORITE time is the middle of the night. If you find yourself up late with him you're going to get your cheeks clapped. This is also true if he wakes up in the middle of the night. And don't let there be a thunderstorm, Lord help you.

U- Unfair

Billy likes to tease you, fluster you, overwhelm you, make you say please, make you say exactly what you want before he gives it to you. Jerk.

V- Volume

Billy isn't shy about his sounds, he'll let you and the people next door know how he's feeling.

W- Weakness

When you ride him he falls to pieces, (see, told you we'd come back to it.) particularly when you get up on your feet and squat down on him. Combine that with a hand around his throat and he's done for.

X- Xenial (Is he hospitable?)

Billy wants you to feel safe and comfortable when you're with him. At first, he doesn't know how to go about it besides having stereotypical "girl" stuff around.

He also mistakes looking out for you and "keeping you safe" for being bossy. He'll try to tell you who to hang out with, how much to drink, and where to go because he wants to take care of you. Needless to say this causes problems.

At the end of the day, if you need anything all you have to do is ask.

Y- Yearning

Billy has a high sex drive, but it doesn't have to be penetration every time. He likes all kinds of sexual behavior and will thoroughly enjoy it every time.

Z- Zone

Billy wants above all else to just share space with you. It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, as long as you're safe and happy it's the perfect place for him.

Thanks for reading 😘

[osleeplessflowero]

//fitting that the textbox slightly messed up, huh?

Error belongs to @/loverofpiggies. Y/N uses they/them when referred to. 💙Patience Soul! Might not be fully canon accurate, this is for the simps!

------📄Messages + Confessions📄-------

It's a peaceful day in the Anti-Void. Error sits on a beanbag chair, watching a particular universe he likes progressing and eating some popcorn out of a tin that he totally didn't steal from an AU where it's wintertime and they're finally on sale.

He simply smiles as he watches it, relaxing. It's always good for him to have some time to himself. Even if that's most of the time.

Opening the tin, he reaches for some caramel popcorn before something hits the back of his skull. He turns his head in annoyance before seeing a small piece of paper has landed behind him. He picks it up, unfolding it.

'You accepting visitors today? :)'

He pauses a moment, trying to remember whose handwriting that is, before he realizes. It's yours. That one anomaly he refuses to admit he's fond of. Very fond of, actually.

He sees you peek your head in through a glitchy space, grinning before hiding again. Rolling his eyelights as he finds a pen, writing a reply on a small notepad and tossing it your way.

You open it giddily, a wide smile on your face. You'd liked the universe-destroying skeleton for a while now, the more talks you'd had making you find more things to love about him. But you've always felt too shy to say it to him..and you can't exactly show it through actions considering he doesn't like touch. BUUT you're finding more creative ways to do it! 'why are you here?'

You toss a note back.

'to see you duh why else? :]'

He huffs, a small smile crossing his face as he rolls his eyelights. 'you saw me yesterday. why do you always wanna see me so bad?'

'it's a secret. can't tell.' 'why not?'

'can't say, it's a secret. ;)'

'just tell me already damn >:('

You chuckle at this, writing again.

'if i tell you you have to promise not to laugh at me' 'i can't promise that.' 'error!! >:0'

He looks back at you, a smug grin on his face. You smile the same way in return, gaining a flustered look in response before he turns to look away from you. Almost too easy..

You take a bit more time with this next note, Error's curiosity piqued. What could you have to say? What's this little game of yours about?

You toss a paper airplane at him, letting it land just beside his legs. He holds it up, carefully unfolding it. You feel your heart pound louder and louder in your chest, becoming the only sound you can hear. And then that sound is interrupted by a quiet gasp.. his skull flushing bright as he looks to you, silently questioning.

'I love you.' was all it said. Little cartoony hearts all around it and everything.

You nod, answering him. You feel your own face heating up, burning hot. He puts his hands over his face, trying to hide his blush to no avail. You slowly slide into the Anti Void, sitting a comfortable distance next to him with a warm smile. He looks shyly over to you before averting his gaze.

"Are you sure? Do you really mean that?" "I do. If it's okay." "It is, it's just.." He turns to you. "I can't..provide things for you that..a partner typically would. I'm- I'm not ready for that yet." "That's okay. I'm patient. ..We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, and if you want to try anything someday then..we'll take it one step at a time. Not being physical doesn't mean I'd..love you any less."

Your face burns again, his does the same. Dorks.

"So..I take it this means you like me too?" You smile smugly, a sudden shift in your demeanor. "What do you think?" He deadpans, before cracking a smile.

"I think we're datemates now. Is that how that works?" "..I'd assume it does." "How about that.." You smile, turning to whatever universe is being shown now. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, before he turns in the same direction.

.

.

.

Some blue strings pick up some stray pieces of paper, keeping them together in a corner of the Anti-Void. A sign that says "DO NOT TOUCH" is seen in front of them.

Error smiles as he looks over them again, before hearing a familiar voice calling out to him, and walking over.

[ariadne-mouse]

For a prompt from @lakrisrot

a tell-tale mark of happiness

(848 words, rated G, Shadowgast)

The sound of talk and laughter greeted Caleb from behind the door ahead, heralding the merry-making Nein within. It was the third such of these monthly get-togethers, and Caleb was very pleased with himself for starting the tradition. He was also pleased tonight in particular because he had arrived here by way of other welcome company — a certain Essek Thelyss, who had lingered in the foyer of Caleb’s new cottage when it was time to say farewell.

“Until we meet again, Caleb Widogast.  What is it you say?  Don’t be a stranger.”  A quirk of his lips — which were subtly painted today, a new and intriguing look for his friend. “I cannot promise the same, for I may be resorting to some disguises in the near future.  But…  I will return, if you will have me.”

“You need only send word ahead,” Caleb had replied. “I will be here.”

And with a flash of nightshade-colored spellwork, Essek had vanished, wearing a smile like the seal on a secret letter.

(Essek had also kissed him on the cheek, which thrilled him perhaps a disproportionate amount for such a small thing.)

(Still, it was the first time Essek had chosen to do so.)

(It had been soft)

(and nice) 

(and over much too quickly.)

With a creak of hinges, Caleb stepped into light and warmth. "This little room is so stuffy with all of you carrying on," he complained, and was immediately swept into a crushing hug by Jester.

"Cay-leb!" His back popped as Jester squeezed him and then set him on his feet, then held him at arm's length to look him over. Something in his expression must have given his joy away, because her jaw dropped and her grin grew sharp with mischief. "You seem very happy, Caleb.  Did something nice happen to you?  Something very nice?"  She waggled her eyebrows.

"Something nice happened to him," agreed Yasha, her chin on Beau’s shoulder where they were sprawled on the couch.  Yasha’s smiles were small, but precious, like the yellow button-flowers tucked into the edges of the Zemnian countryside, and it gladdened Caleb to see one now. “Or someone.”

"Yeah, definitely.  It's written all over his face," Beau drawled. An unopened bottle of Lionet wine sat on the floor nearby her.  For all that Caleb did his best to replicate good wines in the tower, she insisted on bringing a bottle of her own choice vintage each time.  (“Can’t show up empty-handed to a party,” she had grunted once. “S’rude.”)

"Written?" Fjord quirked his head to the side.  When Jester flounced back onto the bed next to him and leaned her head on his chest, he automatically began fiddling with curls of her hair.  "Would we say written?  More like… stamped.  Branded.  Emblazoned?"

Caleb could not help but smile back at them, his cheeks feeling warm. Was it so obvious? He rubbed the back of his neck. “You are all very astute.  I have just seen our friend Essek.”

"Well I'm happy for you Caleb," Veth announced, hands on her hips. Then, more critically, her eyes narrowed: "Was he any good?" 

Caleb coughed. "Please, Veth, it was only tea.”

"Yeah, Caleb," Kingsley grinned, long booted legs propped up against the wall. "Was he any good?" 

Caduceus, his long lines draped over an armchair, craned his neck up and squinted. "Can you really tell from—? Never mind, I don't want to know."

"We did not— that is not— we had tea. And worked on a spell for a short time." Caleb waited a beat, then could not help but add, slyly, “...Which he was very good at, of course.”

"Wizard sex," Kingsley shook his head. "Veth, you were right."

"I will cast the tower now,” Caleb said, face afire, feeling desperately fond of his friends. He needed to redirect them or he might combust.  "You are all clearly in need of a drink. I need to hear what you have been up to!"

Like this monthly reunion, his meetings with Essek were a new tradition, and Caleb was still finding his footing.  They were still finding their footing.  It was good.  Terrifying, and complicated, but good.  His embarrassment at being so transparent aside, he was touched by his friends’ notice and interest in his happiness — a feeling to stow away in his pocket like pinstriped candies in winter.

“Come in, come in,” he ushered them into the stained glass atrium a minute later.

The cats brought them all their favorite foods, and they drank Beau’s wine, and more than once someone commented again (always with that air of wickedness) at how happy and pleased Caleb looked.  He endured their teasing with a little chagrin and a great deal of love.

It was only at the end of the evening when they had all wound their way to bed, that Caleb happened to glance in the mirror before washing his face.  There, stark against his freckled cheekbone, was a lip print in dark plum.

He had been wearing Essek’s kiss all evening.

Caleb covered his face with his hands.

“Ah, shiesse.”

[onyourowndaisymae]

obey me brothers as taylor swift fans pt. 1

what's their favorite album? their favorite songs? are they a vocal fan or is taylor a guilty pleasure of theirs?

characters included: Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan

i have. so many thoughts on this. i had to expel this from my brain before it drove me nuts. part 2 will include the younger brothers. i will probably make a part 3 with the dateables once i think on it a little longer. my credentials: i've been a swiftie since the debut/fearless era, so i know my shit. obey me swifties rise up

content warning: very brief discussions of death

Lucifer: The Evermore Fan

let it be known that this is not his fault.

lucifer really only listens to his beloved classical vinyl records. he's not one to keep up with musicians, especially not musicians from the human world.

he spent one afternoon retrieving asmodeus from a coffee shop in town. it was a quaint little establishment known for incorporating touches from both the human and celestial realms into its theming. the cozy, bookish sitting area wasn't exactly where he expected his flamboyant younger brother to be, but to each their own.

an unfamiliar song from the human world played over the speakers of the coffee house. a low, pleasant female voice drifted through the murmurs of the coffee shop. lucifer didn't stick around for very long-- he only a small snippet of the music that day. then why was he still thinking about it more than a week later?

he couldn't get that damn song. out. of. his. head.

he's tapping his pen against his desk to the rhythm. the snippet of the lyrics he caught is playing on repeat while he does the laundry. it's driving him absolutely fucking nuts.

through a few nonchalant questions and some digging in his free time, he finally got the name of the song and the artist (note: it was willow). with a bit more finagling, he finally got his hands on a vinyl for the deluxe version of evermore.

he finds an evening where all of his brothers are out of the house, pours himself a glass of demonus, and puts the vinyl on. at the very least, even if he hates it, he can at least purge the song from his head that'd been lingering for the past few weeks.

... it's a much better record than he expected.

something about the combination of the earthy instrumentals and the artist's heavenly alto really soothes the soul.

the evermore vinyl becomes one of his favorites-- one that he keeps stashed at the back of a cabinet, of course. he had no interest in hearing any questions his brothers might have if they happened to find it in his office.

the complexities of the melodies and the poetic lyrics speak to him. he has a particular fondness for marjorie-- a song about losing a loved one and carrying them with you as you continue on in life. i don't feel the need to spell out why he likes this one in particular.

evermore is an album lucifer never thought he'd find, nor did he believe he'd enjoy. but now it's become a good record to turn to when he's alone and has a free night to himself. he might not know much about the artist (she is a human world musician, after all, and he's much too busy to keep up with human culture), but he holds such fondness for this soothing autumn-y record.

favorite songs: champagne problems, marjorie, evermore (feat. bon iver)

Mammon: The Reputation Fan

mammon, like his brother asmo, prides himself on keeping in touch with all the latest trends that pass through the devildom. after the exchange program began, a renewed interest in human pop culture took roots in RAD.

very few pieces actually stuck, but mammon took it upon himself to get cozy with all that lame human stuff. he has a lame human back at home, y'know? what kind of friend would he be if he didn't at least know a little about what's popular up above? so he spends a free afternoon digging through the newspaper's recent post on devilgram about what humans supposedly like.

... taylor swift, huh? well, mammon isn't going to deny that she's hot. especially in that sparkly black leotard on stage... what, is that like, a tour or something? is she popular enough to tour? this is... the reputation tour. huh. seems interesting enough.

what started as interest through thirst quickly became interest in earnest as he watched some of the tour performances. he's like a crow, drawn in by flashy lights and sparkles. this little endeavor, originally meant to take no more than an hour or two, ate up the rest of his night.

suddenly it's 2am on a thursday night-- he's supposed to be asleep, yet here he is, deeply entrenched in the reputation lore. what a jerk that kanye guy is, interrupting her on stage like that! then to lie about her on social media with that fake phone call-- oohh! he's pissed! mammon ends up more mad about the taylor drama than taylor herself. it's been years. people have moved on (another day, another drama, drama). not him, though (all he thinks about is karma).

we all know that mammon, despite all appearances, is a massive simp. so it makes sense that he would really like an album full of love songs. reputation is an album about falling in love at your lowest, about someone finding you broken and loving you through it all. he's a sucker for that sort of messaging.

this obsession-- stanship, fan behavior, whatever you'd like to call it-- is, of course, private. he's a cool, slick casanova. unfortunately for taylor, she doesn't quite mesh with that image. no worries, though. their connection is strong, even if it is kept just between them. (she's his ruri-chan)

reputation holds a special place in his heart because it's the moment when taylor finally finds her one true love (which he found through his intensive research) and accepts being the fear and happiness that comes along with it-- what? no! he's not crying! there's just... dust in his eye! yeah! dust in his eye, and new year's day just happens to be playing, coincidentally, totally unrelated--

so his interest might have started out surface-level. he might have been drawn in by flashing lights and glitter (plus the appeal of understand the human's culture better than his brothers), but by the end of it all, mammon is a certified swiftie. not that he'd ever admit it, though.

favorite songs: don't blame me, king of my heart, call it what you want

Leviathan: The Fearless Fan

... hear me out. i'm well aware this is sort of an odd choice, but i stand by it.

leviathan doesn't really... date. like at all. he's very content fixating on his 2D waifus and distancing himself from normie stuff. and that's all fine and good. but those times when he lifts his head up from his game to see his brothers getting close with others, while he locks himself in his room and shuts everyone out? it stings a little.

you remember that old rudolph movie, the one with the little blonde elf dentist? specifically, his line "you can't fire me, i quit!" in one of the songs? i promise i have a point here

i feel like levi has that sort of complex about love. i think there's a hopeless romantic somewhere deep in there, buried under all the layers of deflection he uses to keep everyone out.

all of this to say: he loves old taylor swift music.

taylor's early works revolve around the highs and lows of young love, woven together in fantastical stories that cast a rose-colored light. levi lives vicariously through this music.

it actually fits him well because he can experience the complex emotions of love packed into a three minute song, all from the comfort of his room and without fear of rejection!

that being said: if anyone were to catch him jamming out to taylor swift in his bedroom, he'd end it all right then and there.

he's very careful to hide this interest from his brothers. anime? video games? sure, they can understand that. but girly, lovey-dovey taylor swift? they'd never let him hear the end of it!

make no mistake, though-- he is a diehard fan. he watches her live performances on deviltube. he knows all her biggest hits. he'd have merch if any of it was subtle.

fearless is his favorite album because it throws itself into being hopelessly, passionately, clumsily in love. he admires how unashamed it is to be so, y'know... normie. cringe, in his eyes. vulnerability? yikes!

he likes the love songs best. sure, there are plenty of good breakup songs on fearless, but he's here to imagine himself lost in young love, not getting dumped. he likes the idea of romantic tension, of dancing in the rain, of friends finally becoming lovers after secretly pining for one another for ages-- especially that last one. he hopes one day he might get caught in a friends-to-lovers plot and fall in love with someone he knows like the back of his hand.

levi knows he is a simple hopeless romantic. but when he plugs his headphones in and turns on taylor's music, he feels, just for a moment, like maybe the pursuit of romance isn't so hopeless after all.

favorite songs: fearless, love story, you belong with me

[psst... yeah, you. did you want a link to the spotify playlist? here it is. it already has the songs for part 2 on there, so beware of spoilers for the next post!]

[the-house-of-auditore-frye]

Scrooge x FortuneTeller!reader headcanons

So I was originally going to just put this on my concept list but my friend @redlotus98 encouraged me to give writing a go so here it is! (Sorry, not proof read)

Also while, there is no explicit description of the reader, it is slightly implied POC!reader. By the way, I feel I should mention that I don't know how to read fortunes so please forgive me if you do know, and I've written something wrong!

Oh and it's not good. I can't write. Don't judge.😘

Let's begin!

So, you came to London to make a new life for yourself. Your parents back home were very worried about what you would do but you had a plan: fortune telling! On your mother's side, you had learnt the art of it and were prepared to make it your trade!

When you got to London, you were lucky to become friends with a woman called Hela Huffman. She understood the struggle of being so far away from home and offered to take care of you with her husband, Harry. The couple became very fond of you and helped spread word of your business. And soon, your business took off!

Now one particular man was not impressed with your fortune telling: Ebenezer Scrooge. Scrooge had tried everything he could think of to get rid of you - the beautifully exotic fortune teller whom he couldn't get out of his mind all the time! He even tried calling the police on you but that didn't go very far when you predicted the officer was due for a promotion. The worst part was that you had a reputation of always getting fortunes right so he couldn't call you a fraud. You would have picked a fight with Scrooge if he weren't so handsome...

One day, when you had made a quite a bit of extra money, you had been lucky to see Scrooge walking past so you called out to him "MR SCROOGE, CARE TO TRY YOUR LUCK WITH LADY FORTUNE?!" Scrooge scoffed but before he had the chance to reject you, you had an idea: "TELL YOU WHAT MR SCROOGE! I MADE A BIT OF EXTRA COIN TODAY SO HOW ABOUT A DEAL: I WILL GIVE YOU ONE GOLD SOVEREIGN... if you let me tell your fortune..." The crowd that formed around you started to gasp and say "ooooh"

Never saying no to money, Scrooge begrudgingly agreed. When you asked for his pocket watch as an object to read, Scrooge refuses. However, Beryl - your ever helpful assistant- managed to nick his watch to hand it to you. You held it in your hands with eyes closed and started to list off what you saw "Hmmm... I see three singing children, usually meaning a new beginning of sorts and major change in your perception of life... looks like you will turn over a new leaf..." this caused the surrounding crowd to start laughing and Scrooge to growl even more. "The first child looks like a young girl holding a candle stick, the second is a jolly looking boy in a green coat and the third child... is hiding in the shadows. Let me know how your fortune treats you, Mr Scrooge..." you said to him as you placed the pocketwatch in his hand. Luckily, everyone was so distracted by the bizarre prediction that nobody noticed your hands lingering in Scrooge's... After an awkward pause, Scrooge ran off, not wanting to endure this embarrassment any longer.

But a funny thing happened the next night, Scrooge was visited by three ghosts... And the following morning, as he rejoiced for the life he had, he realised that you were right about his fortune and decided to pay you a visit...

Promptly, he found you and started to cheer "Ah my dear, there you are! I feel like a new man on this glorious morning!" You laughed seeing Ebenezer so happy like that, "haha I am glad you are pleased with your fortune Mr Scrooge!" "My dear, please call me Ebenezer! And while I have you here, I was wondering if you would be willing to give me another fortune?" He handed you a small pouch containing what you suspected to be quite a sum of money...

Curious to see his future, you sat him down in front of you and asked for his pocket watch. Once again, you held it but saw something very different...

"Alright... I see you in an arm chair infront of a fire place... with three young girls, the oldest only four years and one is a bab- OH THEY HAVE DAISIES IN THEIR HAIR! THEY ARE YOUR DAUGHTERS! Congratulations! And that is a mighty fine wedding ring on your finger!" Beryl, who was stood next to Scrooge, nudged him with a wink before you continued:

"How sweet... OH and there is Mrs Scrooge! I can't see her face though... wait she is about to turn around! Ready to find out who your future wife is? It is-" Suddenly you stop. You opened your eyes to see everyone, most notably Ebenezer, staring at you with expectation. "Well, my dear... do you know who she is?" After finally snapping out of your frozen trance, you hurried to collect your things "NO, I DO NOT! MY APOLOGISES EBENEZER - GOODBYE" You ran off, leaving everyone lost.

Nobody saw you the next day and Ebenezer started to get very concerned. Knowing you and Beryl are close, he asks the sweet street urchin if she knew why you reacted so suddenly. Beryl admitted that while she didn't know for sure, she had a guess as to why you freaked out and agreed to bring you to Ebenezer's home.

Not two hours later, you stepped into Ebenezer's living room where he immediately started to apologise: "My dear, I am extremely apologetic if I made you feel uncomfortable with my fort-" but you cut him off "No, it was not you. I just... knowing my feelings are unrequited, I did not know how I could face you!" "What do you mean, my dear? What fee-" "IT WAS ME! IN YOUR FUTURE! I AM YOUR FUTURE WIFE! And I know you do not return my lo-" Ebenezer cut you off with a very gentle and slow kiss. "My dear... I have always cared for you. Perhaps in ways I was not aware of but I do return your feelings of love. You are my stroke of good fortune... now about our future wedding and children..."

[thegreatstrongbow]

Thinking about Beleg and Mablung re: the Quenya ban & politics.

Beleg knows very little Quenya to begin with so it's a moot point for him - he also does not deal with elves outside of Doriath very often, especially not in a political capacity, usually he is on the marches or in the wilds, so I don't think he is ever really presented with a situation where he would have to make the choice.

I don't think he really has thoughts on it way or another - he obeys it because he trusts and loves Thingol, but wouldn't feel any particular guilt over breaking it. He generally (and incorrectly) considers himself apart from Beleriand politics. He's just Beleg, who lives in the forest and protects his people. I think he is largely in denial about the amount of influence he could exert in Doriath and outside of it as a representative of Thingol.

This is reflected in his stance on the Noldor in general & Fëanorions, which is generally a slightly wary curiosity, coupled with respect for the renowned warriors among them.

Mablung on the other hand plays a much more obvious role in Doriath's politics. He's Thingol's ambassador, he's got much more outright authority and sway in Doriath than Beleg. He and Daeron are sent to the Mereth Aderthad, he's the one present at many important events where Beleg seems to be absent. He has a much keener sense of the politics of Beleriand and more of a natural inclination towards politics in general. He understands people and how to deal with them. And he is well aware of how he can influence politics within Doriath - which is why he often says very little on important matters, as he would not want to undermine Thingol, who is both his king and his friend.

He also is fluent in Quenya, as one might expect of an ambassador. After the Ban, he never speaks a word of it again. In his position, he has no real choice: it would be a bad look for Thingol if his own ambassador didn't listen to his law. More than that though, I think Mablung is angry - his parents were among the Teleri, for all he knows, these kin-slayers killed his kin in the most literal sense.

He doesn't hate the Noldor - he would get along perfectly civilly with any of them, as long as they were civil with him in return. He doesn't think they are particularly different to the Sindar at all. But there is a lingering bitterness in him, who never got to see the Trees, who at heart longs for the peace of Valinor, the peace of past Beleriand. To Mablung, the coming of the Noldor represents a moment when his life became so much harder and more complicated and dangerous. It is hard for him to disentangle that from the fact that most of them have not wronged him personally. As for the Fëanorions - he is not fond of them at all. He respects Maedhros and Maglor the most, because they turned up to the Mereth Aderthad, so he considers they at least tried to make alliances and forge relationships. The others he views with wariness at best, and outright dislike at worst depending on the sibling and the point in the timeline.

[amazingmsme]

As You Were Saying?

AN: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all! I think this is the most fun I’ve had with a Squealing Santa fic! @wordstrings this one’s for you! Fjord & Jester are a kilLER tag team (see what I did there?) A huge thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting this year! I hope you all enjoy Kingsley getting wrecked, I know I do.  @squealing-santa

Fjord would never say it out loud, but Kingsley was getting on his last damn nerve. Ever since setting out to sea, their new friend formerly known as Mollymauk was practically glued to his side any given minute of the day. At first Fjord welcomed the company, was even flattered by it. But it seemed every time he tried to have an important conversation with someone other than the purple tiefling, he would interrupt or insert himself into the discussion. Fjord knew he was just trying to be helpful, but he needed to realize not every problem concerned him.

He had been discussing the trajectory of their current course with Orly when Kingsley walked up, absorbing every word exchanged. Fjord was already self conscious about his knowledge on the open seas, so he really didn't need an extra pair of ears listening to his stutter through and second guess himself. It eventually got so distracting, Fjord interrupted himself in the middle of a sentence.

"I'm sorry, but is there anything in particular you need?" he asked, cocking his head. He made sure to keep his tone light so Kingsley wouldn't think he was upset with him.

He hummed as he thought to himself for a moment, shaking his head. "No, but you looked like you could use the company," he quipped. Fjord had to chuckle at that, shaking his head out of fond annoyance.

"I appreciate the concern, but Orly and I can handle this." When Kingsley still lingered, Fjord took it as a sign that he needed a more direct hint. "Why don't you help Marius clan the canons? I'm sure he'd appreciate the company," he offered.

Kingsley let out an annoyed sigh and turned to leave. "Sure thing captain."

Fjord took a deep breath, rubbing at his temple. Orly watched the tiefling walk down the stair before looking back at Fjord.

"Don't worry Cap'n. Once he settles in he won't be this clingy," he spoke in his gruff, slow manner of speech that Fjord was accustomed to. His gaze was locked on Kingsley as he slipped through the door that lead below deck.

"I hope so."

Either Orly had been wrong, or Kingsley still wasn't fully settled. The thought upset Fjord; he tried to do everything he could to make him feel accepted and comfortable on the ship. He knew the other man appreciated his efforts, but he could tell something was missing. He couldn't imagine how he must feel, so he extended as much of his patience as possible.

Kingsley must have caught on, because he'd been testing said patience at any given opportunity. He especially loved interrupting any intimate moment between Fjord and Jester. Ever time, it seems, that the two of them were able to whisk themselves away, Kingsley would find them minutes later and wedge himself into the conversation. Jester was more than welcoming, but Fjord just wanted some alone time with his girlfriend.

They were in his quarters, laying on his bed facing each other. Even though they were alone, they spoke in hushed voices, all whispers and giggles like lovesick teens. They were huddled close to one another, Fjord's arm draped over her shoulder as she rested her head on his expansive chest.

She was in the middle of recounting her trip to shore, describing the mural she saw in vivid detail. "Oh, you should have seen it Fjord! Someone painted the cover of Tusk Love on the back of the book store, and it was stunning! Guinevere's dress was all ripped and flowing in the wind, and Oskar's muscles were huge! The attention to detail was, like, super good, I could literally see the sweat on his chest and everything," she gushed, appreciating both the artistry and her beloved characters.

Fjord smiled at her endearing enthusiasm, rubbing a hand up and down her arm comfortingly. "In that case I'm glad I stayed on the ship. But I'm glad you got to see it," he said softly. She grinned up at him, snuggling closer.

"Who know who Oskar really looks like?" she asked in a teasy voice. Fjord hummed in thought, scratching the stubble on his chin.

"I'm not really sure. Is it Veth?" he asked in mock ignorance. She giggled and shook her head.

"What? No!"

"Hm. Caleb then?"

She tossed her head back with a laugh, smacking his shoulder playfully. "Nooo, guess for real!"

"I'm just joking, I know it's me," he relented, pulling her close and burying his face in the crook of her neck. She squealed and laughed as he growled and planted sloppy kisses, slowly working his way up to her lips.

Neither of them really heard the quick knock on the door before it creaked open.

"Hey Captain, you care if I- oh. Am I interrupting something?" Kingsley asked from the doorway, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Fjord was about to say that yes he was interrupting something very important, but Jester beat him to the punch.

"No not at all! Come in," she invited, waving him over. Fjord managed to contain his annoyed groan as Kingsley waltzed in like he owned the joint. He hopped up on the bed, wedging himself right between the two of them.

"Sooo what're we talking about?" he drawled, fangs peaking out from behind his grin.

"I thought you came in here to ask me something," Fjord interjected. Kingsley waved his hand in dismissal.

"Forgot what I was gonna say. Honestly, I just want the company."

"Aw Kingsley, that's so sweet of you!" Jester cooed, scooting over to make room for him on the bed. Kingsley wedged himself between the two of them, wiggling around until he was comfortable.

"I know, I'm just the sweetest," he agreed with a smirk. "So, how was town?" he asked, resting his hands behind his head to cushion his neck.

"It was so much fun, you really need to come with me next time!"

"Oh yeah? Tell me about it," he said and Jester launched into her rambling from the top. Fjord had heard this already, so he focused more on Jester's excitement and wild gestures rather than what she was actually saying. As endearing as the sight was, Fjord really had been looking forward to some alone time with Jester, and their friend needed to learn a thing or two about boundaries.

Fjord remembered what he used to do when Molly wouldn't stop pestering him when they had to room together, and he had a hunch the same method of punishment would work now.

His hand inched closer and closer until he reached the soft curve of Kingsley's waist, scratching blunt nails against the fabric of his shirt. He jerked under the touch and sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. He cast a nervous look at Fjord, and the sly smirk on his face proved his eminent doom.

"Are you okay?" Jester asked, brows furrowed in concern.

"He's fine, just getting comfortable. Go on," Fjord answered on Kingsley's behalf. Jester eyed them both skeptically before continuing. Fjord applied more pressure, wiggling his fingers just under his ribcage. Kingsley snorted and twisted away from his hand with a stifled laugh.

"Jester's trying to tell you about her day and you're not even listening," he teased, pinching up and down his ribcage. "Pretty rude, don't you think?" he asked in a teasing tone.

"Ihi'm listening," Kingsley insisted, scooting closer to Jester in an attempt to get away. She seemed to catch on to what was happening, her mischievous grin only growing.

"Okay good, 'cause I'll quiz you afterwards," she said, poking his stomach before jumping back into her story.

"So like I was saying, there was this really rude lady at the market who was chewing out this little kid for stepping on her skirt-"

As she was busy talking, Fjord resumed his slow torture. He slipped his hand beneath Kingsley's shirt to get at bare skin and he immediately burst into giggles. Fjord gave a mock gasp at the outburst.

"Kingsley, I can't believe you! You think yelling at poor innocent children is funny?" he asked, pinching up and down his ribs. The tiefling curled in on himself, hiding his face in Jester's pillow as he shook his head. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight and play along.

"That's not very nice you know," she teased, leaning down to speak directly in his ear.

"And here I thought he was good with kids," Fjord said, his hand climbing higher and higher until he reached his armpit. Kingsley let out a giggly yelp and clamped his arms against his sides.

"I know, right? He's so good with Luke, but maybe it's all an act," she taunted, slipping a hand underneath his arm and copying Fjord.

"Nohoho it's nohot!" Kingsley managed to insist through his laughter. His tail wagged about as he thrashed on the bed, trapped between the devious couple.

"Anyway, I followed her around the market until she went inside of this shady store. She like, looked around to make sure no one was watching but she didn't see me, don't worry," she waved a hand flippantly, ignoring his growing hysterics. "But you guys aren't going to be-lieve what kind of store it was."

"What kind?" Fjord asked as he traced circles on the delicate skin.

"I want Kingsley to guess," she chirped, raking her manicured nails all the way down his ribs. His entire body spasmed from the conflicting touches and his laughter rose in pitch.

"W-whahahat?"

Jester's tongue peaked out from behind her teeth as she grinned, shaking her head. "Nu uh, I want a real guess," she said, using her tail to swipe along the soles of his feet.

"Ohoho fuck mehehe," he whined, though he didn't sound too upset about his predicament. "Ihihi dohohon't knohohow!"

"It was a sex shop you guys! I was so shocked, I couldn't stop laughing! But I grabbed this huge wooden dick and slipped it into her pocket to make it look like she was trying to steal it. He caught her with it and she was so embarrassed!"

Fjord used the comedic moment in her story as en excuse to double his efforts, drilling his thumbs in the divots of his hips. Kingsley bucked like a bull, cackling loud and free.

"Kingsley would you mind keeping it down? I'm trying to listen," Fjord said, as if he wasn't the very cause of his hysterics. He folded in on himself, latching onto his wrists, but not bothering to push them away.

"Nohoho you aharen't! You're tohohorturing mehe!" he cried.

"Me? Torturing you? Pft, as if," Fjord teased, forming a claw with his hand and hovering it above his stomach. Kingsley yelped and sucked in his stomach, nervous giggles bubbling up his throat.

"He would never do such a thing," Jester insisted, scribbling her fingers against his neck. He squealed in surprise, scrunching his neck for protection. "I think you're just trying to get out of listening to my story," she fake pouted.

"Then act like it," she teased, grabbing his tail and scratching just under the spaded tip. Kingsley was sent into a new wave of hysteria, writhing on the bed as bright laughter flowed freely from his mouth. Fjord decided that would be the perfect time to launch his own attack, vibrating his hand into the soft muscle of his belly.

Jester carried on the conversation as if it were entirely normal to tear him apart by the seams. And there was something about it that seemed so normal, so natural for the three of them. Kingsley liked to think it was a part of Molly shining through.

"After that I stopped by to see Mama, and Nugget is huge now! He's literally half my size! He comes up to my waist, right here," she demonstrated by squeezing Kingsley's sides. He threw his head back as his laughter rang throughout the small cabin.

"Wow, he's already that tall? I remember when I could hold him in one arm. Not that he'd stay there for very long," Fjord said casually, reaching down to squeeze his knee. He jerked his leg away, kicking in a futile attempt at warding his friends off.

The fact that they were shredding the last pieces of his sanity so casually drove him insane. How could they be tickling him half to death and ignoring him at the same time? It made his nerves short circuit even more than they already were.

"Plehehease!" he pleaded, gripping Fjord's shirt tightly. He smirked and patted the back of his hand.

"Please continue? I agree, do go on Jester," he said, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

"Nohoho!" Kingsley whined through an endless stream of giggles. "Hahave mehehercy!"

"Oh but this is what you wanted though, isn't it? Both of our undivided attention, including you in our conversations, is it more than you bargained for?" he asked in a taunting voice.

"Yehehes, Ihihi'm sohohorry!"

"Oh Kingsley, there's no need to apologize. We're actually having a lot of fun right now, aren't we Fjord?"

"I for one at having a blast! Aren't you?" he asked, tweaking his hips.

"Ohohokahahay I get ihihit!" he cried out, and they finally took pity on him. He laid there, chest heaving as he regained his breath. "You guys are fuckin' ruthless." They answered in unison.

"Thanks!"

"And don't you forget it."

Kingsley chuckled, rubbing a hand over his blushing face. "Guess I have been kinda clingy these past few days..."

Fjord made a strangled squeaking noise, shifting his hand back and forth in an "eh" sort of motion. "Just a little. We really do enjoy your company, but we also enjoy our privacy."

"And the rest of the crew is really nice, even if they aren't as fun and cool as us," Jester added.

"I know, but I guess I just have my favorites. But I think it's safe to say I learned my lesson," Kingsley said, nodding slightly. Fjord snorted.

"I bet that in 2 weeks you'll need a refresher course," he teased, shooting him a wink. Despite his growing blush, he was quick to shoot back with a smart retort.

"I won't be such an easy catch next time."

"Ah, so there will be a next time."

Kingsley opened his mouth to argue, but promptly shut his mouth upon seeing the matching set of evil grins.

"Shut up," he snapped, shoving Fjord away from him playfully. He crawled off the bed, walking to the door. He turned to them with a bow, "Your privacy," he announced before slipping out of the room. Fjord and Jester stared at each other before a fit of giggles overtook them.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Different Jervises : he finds a song that he liked when he was younger on the phone and plays it with lyrics trying to sing. While doing it he slowly realizes "Wait… this is sex song."

"This is a sex song?" Hatter Party Ask

I hear you and I'm going to raise you specific sex songs for each Hatter. Fun fact: one of these I actually didn't realize it was a sex song until I was well into adulthood. You can have fun guessing which one.

TW: explicit lyrics, Suggestive

BTAS

"Afternoon Delight" By Starland Vocal Band

This Jervis is one for the classics. 60's and 70's songs really hit that sweet spot for him because it's things he remembers well from canonical childhood years.

"Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite

Looking forward to a little afternoon delight

Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite

And the thought of lovin' you is getting so exciting"

This song is pleasant, it's something that played a lot and it's not overtly sexual. Just subtle and veiled enough that if you don't pay attention, it can be easy to miss. You can rather just put it on and sing along.

Which is exactly what Jervis was doing while he was sewing. You see, his darling f/o taught him how to use Spotify (I know the time frame is loopy, just go with it), and now he has a lot of his favorites ready to play whenever he wants! You would think it would be simple for him given his work but applications are not his strong suit.

Afternoon Delight comes on and he sings. It's around halfway through the song that he's mouthing the words and has the epiphany.

"Oh." A slight blush. It's still a fantastic song, he's just a little flustered now as he's rediscovering it in a new light.

He might need to show this to his f/o... It's giving him ideas :)

Arkham

"Come on Eileen" By Dexy Midnight Runners

This song is one filled with joy and bouncy vibes. It's a song to dance to! It's genuinely difficult to hear it and not feel a little happy/pumped up... So of course it's one he's exceptionally fond of.

"Come on, Eileen

Oh, I swear (what he means)

Ah, come on, let's

Take off everything

That pretty red dress

Eileen (tell him yes)"

Between the accents and the fast beat, it's easy to miss the words. Plus it's not graphic at all- More about seeing someone you haven't in a while and realizing oh wow they're... very hot now. Having dirty thoughts about them...

It suits his coy nature in a way, actually. Yet he has no idea of this until it's playing on the radio. Someone in the room mentions the song being about sex. At first he pays no mind. He has other things to focus on!

Yet, as with most random tangents he comes back to, it lingers as an itching thought in his brain. Several days later he'll find himself looking it up to satisfy his own curiosity. Really, he probably bothers someone else to look it up, but the result is the same.

He's got this goofy sort of delight singing it after that, thinking about his Eileen "Alice" being sung to.

Gotham

"lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off" By Panic! At the Disco

In my opinion, the idea of Gotham Jervis Tetch being a little emo youngster just tickles me. No, it's not based on anything in particular other than that. Emo pop bands like Panic! At the Disco were a staple.

"I've got more wit, a better kiss

A hotter touch, a better fuck

Than any boy you'll ever meet

Sweetie, you had me

Girl, I was it, look past the sweat

A better love deserving of

Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat"

It's one of those songs that when you're young it's cheeky because there's CURSING and you kind of vaguely know what it's about but you know you're not really listening to the words as much as the music. Or you weren't paying much attention and thought to it.

Picture Jervis putting the song on, sort of half singing while he's doing something- He pauses. Wait. It all sort of hits him at once- The song, what it means, how obvious it is and him not realizing until just this now.

No one else can know about this. Certain parties (Jerome, Edward) would never let him live this down.

It strikes him as particularly crass now as an adult but of course that's the sort of thing he wanted to listen to as a teen. He had things he needed to be angsty about! And this was it!

[fragileizywriting]

i adore the idea that gabriel actually genuinely likes marinette (kitty) as adrien's girlfriend. there's something about her that screams that she's smarter than she lets on.

"i've heard that you like the super heros of paris," he tries, when the two of them wait for adrien to change into the new clothes that he's helping his father tailor. marinette sits on the couch rather close by, legs crossed one over the other; when he talks, she listens, and that's instantly a plus in his favor.

her smile is genuine, black inkspill tucked into a braid that falls over her shoulder. "i used to be head over heals for mister bug." then, with a look back to the door that adrien had disappeared to: "of course, that was before adrien and i started dating."

"you and the entire city of paris. i don't think i've ever met a girl who wasn't obsessed with him."

"you sound annoyed by that."

hm.

"i never got the appeal." he continues to scroll through his designs, wondering if there's anything else he can add to the pants that won't be too hard to design. "of course, i'm not the 'target audience'. they're teenage heart-throbs, so they're very much not of any interest."

the quietness follows. normally, gabriel is content to be the last one to talk, but there's something about adrien's girlfriend in particular that makes him wary of leaving the silence linger. ironically, it feels as if the more he keeps quiet, the more marinette can read him.

interesting.

and yet she breaks the pause with nothing but an oh! and an unwillingness to see anything wrong in his expression as she turns back to him. "have you ever thought about doing a collaboration with them? or are they too far below the fashion industry's radar to even consider it?"

"i've thought about it before. they're the heroes, aren't they? they deserve it. between the two of them, i was always more fond of lady noire. i'm sure i could design her a dress that the city would be proud of."

adrien is back before marinette's able to reply again.

[marshmallowprotection]

Okay so akdha, I wanted to ramble about this. I tend to think about the past a lot but not particularly the bad memories, I often linger and think about so many things that happened around me when I was younger and how much has changed now.

I really really REALLY miss some emotions that I felt or some things that I can't really do anymore but did back then. Even thinking about it for a while makes me somewhat tear up SJDBSH

But God.. I really really wanna show Saeyoung everything that I remember or even narrate to him about so many things from my childhood. I would end up a crying mess but honestly? I really want to show him how I used to live or even feel back then when everything seemed to be at least brighter.

I have even kept some old stuff/dragon/dinosaur toys/other stuff I used to have during my childhood that I would carry around and have them near me all the time.

I have kept memories of games or even old TV shows that I used to watch whenever they appeared in a kids channel on TV. I could show him so many videos or we could even look it up together and I would ramble about memories I had with them.

I could even watch a video from like 6+ years ago and still feel so nostalgic seeing how the quality of videos where back then. Brings me back to those days and it makes me feel nice, because I know it was posted from when I felt like everything was brighter back then. I feel like I'm a little kid once again. It can be even songs that have a special childhood vibe for me as well or any old song.

One thing I would love to show him is how to make this chocolate milk that I still make to this day and have for breakfast. It's so sweet and just the perfect amount of warmth to make you feel relaxed. It doesn't even take long to make as well. I really wanna see the look of his face as he gives it a try.

I'd even get him to try snacks that we have here in Greece and especially show him around the many places I used to go when I was younger or whenever we had a school trip and I had nice memories. I'd hold his hand and gently drag him to them all, I'd tell him so many stories and my thoughts back then when I used to go there.

I'm very fond of this particular park, actually. It used to have these swings that I would ALWAYS go to but sadly they removed them recently and the park has been pretty much empty now. It used to be full of people back then and it would be so much fun. I'd watch my old classmates and even new kids play with their toys or kick around a soccer ball while I just played with the swing. The little competitive matches they had would always make me watch while I flew up high in the air, holding onto the chains from the swing tightly.

I would probably linger to that park the most, I'd like to walk with him through the whole place. I went there with my ex for our first date so getting to do this with Saeyoung instead would help me heal from those bad memories. Saeyoung has actually been helping me heal a lot from my previous relationship, he makes me feel so safe and happy.

This park and so many other places or even the places I used to go to school.. I wanna show and tell him everything. Tell him how I felt and how nostalgic I feel whenever I think about everything. I'd tell him even the tiniest things, anything I can remember.

And don't even get me started on my grandma's place, especially the beaches we went!! I'm happy to say that I will probably be going there this summer and since I'm into Mystic Messenger now, I can't wait to see what memories I will make this year there. I have years to go there, actually.

I can't wait to show Saeyoung how I used to live there when I went during the many summers when I was a kid. The other kids in the neighborhood don't really come there anymore so I'm basically the only one left but I loved this memory where we all used to play together or even go around the area with our bikes. I will always remember this one moment where EVERYONE was out with their bikes and it was such a beautiful night. I remember being so so happy back then.

And how I can't wait to show him our chickens and especially cats!! We have like.. 10-13 cats there!! And like more than 50 chickens!! We used to have goats and dogs but we don't have them anymore. I'd love to see Saeyoung holding food for the chickens and just walk across the whole field while the chickens chase after him to eat, he'd be the king of them, haha!

For my old memories, I always feel like.. this feeling of warmness, it could be because it was summer and it was sunny and beautiful outside but i think it applies to most of my old memories. I'm not sure how to explain this but it seemed more.. brighter? If that makes sense?

And I wanted to save this for last. I will always remember the first time I saw the Mystic Messenger teaser/trailer back then when it came out and I was at my grandma's. I always thought about how I might see what it was later and years later, I'm obsessed with it and especially a certain redhead. So he is even more special to me and even the whole RFA and everyone else as well. They will always be in my good old memories.

I love how it's an old game and it came out when my life was brighter so getting to experience all the content makes me feel that warmth I felt back then since I'm aware it's an old game. I don't know if this makes sense.^^

I never thought seeing Saeyoung back then for the first time would make me feel so nice whenever I think about it now. The outfit he wears to the trailer will always be a really special one for me. Just him wearing his headphones as he looks surprised at the camera always makes me feel weak.

I definitely have more to say but I think I definitely have said enough. I will also stop here because I feel the tears slowly building up, haha, but I'm just very happy about a lot of my old memories, even if I can't experience them anymore.

If you have read this far, thank you so much and I'm sorry for the so much rambling, I don't know what got over me. I cant stop thinking about my old memories these days, it's way, way more intense now.

Have a nice day, thank you again. <3

The way your smile curves the corners of your face isn't lost on him. You list all the ways your past meant something to you, small and big stories encapsulating your very experience as a human. These things humble him, and show him that you've lived the life he wanted for a person like you. You've had so many good things in your life, and he knows he wants more for you. That's why he doesn't hesitate to take your hand and pull you into his embrace from the blanket you placed on the grass.

"S—Saeyoung!"

His voice caressed your cheek as you met his golden eyes. "Listen, I know you hesitate to tell me about your childhood because you don't want me to feel bad. But, Anna... I want to know. I want to know your life. I want to be a part of it. Forever. So, your sharing these moments with me... helps me. I don't feel envy. I feel a yearning to have special moments with you and to have a place with the rest of your fondest times alive. After all, I can't leave evidence of my existence until I'm right there in your thoughts."

"...Oh, Saeyoung. You've got a memory box of your own," you rest your hand against his shoulder and chuckle. "I have to put you in your own box because my memories with you... even this moment... are always growing."

His bemused smile taunted you, "I can't help myself... I always want to spill over into your heart. You know I'm greedy these days... I want to be everywhere with you."

"You always will, lover boy. Now, are you going to push me on these new swings you installed for the neighborhood kids or am I testing them alone?"

[charnauk]

[Just thought I'd post this little fanfic snippet of some Ultimate Fantastic Four stuff I'm working on. This particular fic isn't my main priority at the moment, but I did like how this excerpt turned out, so I decided to post it to motivate myself a bit. Currently I have an earth 616 Fantastic Four fic that's near completion that I will be posting soon.]

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"How are you?" Reed asked. "Everything functioning alright?"

The former doombug buzzed its wings in reply, its spidery legs clacking against the table. Reed extended a finger and gingerly tapped its metal casing, checking for any additional fractures he might've missed.

The bug rotated its egg-shaped head like an owl, revealing the word FANT4STIC scrawled across it in bright blue paint. Johnny had made a point of complaining profusely about this addition whenever he saw it.

"As if the Fantasti-Car wasn't bad enough," he'd said. "Now you're ruining these cool robots by writing fan-four-STICK on them? You're the worst at naming stuff!"

"I didn't have enough room to write Fantastic Four," Reed had protested in exasperation. "Anyway, I just put it there as a middle finger to Victor. No need to make a big deal out of it."

"Dude, no way, I have to fix this. You could've made the words fit if your handwriting didn't suck."

He'd then proceeded to try and etch their team name onto the robot with fire. It was a delicate process that Johnny hadn't quite mastered, and quickly resulted in a lot of white-hot flames flying everywhere. After much cursing and complaining, Reed managed to wrestle the robot away from him, but not before Johnny's disastrous effort had left its hide half-melted and dotted with scorch marks.

Reed could've just scrapped it—he'd already figured out how to replicate and improve on Victor's design after all, and the bugs were easy enough to replace. However, he couldn’t help feeling some fondness towards the little robot.

All throughout his lonely childhood, robots had been his constant companions. Of course, back then they'd been crudely built from whatever scraps he could salvage, but they'd been no less loyal. Reed supposed it was just in his nature to anthropomorphize the little beings.

So he'd taken the time to repair it, and despite his lingering guilt over the unnecessary addition to the team's tight budget, he'd been pleased with the result. Sure, it wasn't a perfect fix, but the robot functioned just fine, and Reed thought the burn scars added a nice touch of character.

"This is your first major assignment as part of the Fantastic Four," Reed said, "so don't screw it up, buddy. Granted, cleaning up after a disastrous kaiju fight isn't the most exciting of jobs..."

[ohpollenpowder]

I'm gonna go with 2, 7 and 15 for Elspeth and another sylvari of your choice!

Hilariously, when I randomized...it chose her birthday neighbor. I made Lovel before Elspeth.

2] How much do they remember from the Dream? Did they have any particular experience in it before awakening?

Elspeth - Her Dream spoke of fire and ash, explosions going off everywhere and the ground shaking in response. For her it was a blur of noise and smells, the majority of it covered in smoke and punctuated by flashes of gunfire. Ignoring the fact thaaaaaaat they don't actually flash. And the screams. She can never forget the screams; screams of the injured and dying, the roars from those still attacking, the groans… Elspeth chooses not to recall those memories of her Dream—it was bad enough to relive it when it actually happened.

Lovel - Dream… Lovel can't say that he can recall his with much accuracy. Like Elspeth it was a more of the other senses that were bombarded. But thankfully, he never faced the scenes he saw in his own. When he finally Awoke and wandered into that area, all he felt was familiarity in a ruined Caer. The one thing that did stand out for Lovel strong enough that he could remember it is often folks would be wary about him.

5] Are they from the first batch of Secondborn or did they awaken at some later point? What's their opinion on the Firstborn?

Elspeth - She's a late Secondborn, right on the cusp, so depending on who you talk to in the Grove, they'll say she's Secondborn or one of the later blossoms. Honestly, Elspeth couldn't care less what they consider her. She's here to do a job and that's that. As such, she hasn't really interacted with any of the Firstborn herself. Caithe seems like she's carrying the world on her shoulders, Trahearne did too. Elspeth doesn't really see the need to bother her older siblings, especially when most times she can solve it herself. Or with the aid of the other Pale Reavers.

Lovel - Lovel is one of the early Secondborns; yet for a while he lingered within the Grove, coming to terms with his countenance—he was spooky, especially with the glow. Thankfully, being so early, there weren't many Sylvari to scare by accident. Also—with the blessings that is the magic of GW2 armor—a helmet with face-guard let him help those he came across swiftly. Kinda hard to help when they're screaming and pushing you away like you're the enemy too. But…relationships! So Trahearne is the one he had the most contact with, mostly because of the location Lovel first chose to patrol was much closer to Orr than most of the Forest. He holds massive respect for the Firstborn and doesn't at all regret introducing him and Oighrig, despite all the sorrows that have happened.

7] What was their first experience with other races? How did it impact them?

Elspeth - Her first experience with other (playable) races ended up being a Charr cub that got separated from a merchant wagon-train. She honestly mistook them for a mutated Jungle Stalker at first, she wouldn't have put it past the horror stories she'd heard of Asura from the others. Elspeth still ends up seeing that cub from time to time, they're now a young soldier in the Vigil, inspired by her experiences. They always passed stories back and forth with one another when they met up, except for when the Call had gone out and Sylvari were mistrusted (yet again) by others. She's fond of her Charr comrades from the Vigil, and they of her.

Lovel - Asura. He wasn't one of the ones taken, thank goodness, though he did help those that had and were rescued. Even went with several teams to do so. So his trust with Asura is…very limited. Not to say it's as far as he could throw them, since as a Warrior he can throw even a stocky Asura pretty far. But slowly he's gotten to the point where he will turn his back on them if he actually trusts them, and that's on an individual basis.