#that's why she always wears colorful clothes and has her best smile in her lips

[vicciouxs]

strawberry blond 🍓

[helluvapoison]

Possessive

how the overlords would put a claim on you

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˚✧₊⁎ Carmilla Carmine ⁎⁺˳✧༚

As much as she loves spending her mornings in bed with you, wishfully thinking she could stay there all day, she can only give you 3 more minutes at best. Being an Overlord and a CEO keeps her rather busy. You’re grown, you can handle yourself (you have to in this world) she’s not keeping tabs on your whereabouts. Carmilla isn’t itching for a fight like these new “up and comers”. Giving you something to protect you when she’s not around simultaneously puts a target on your back. A simple ring with her name inscribed would suffice, satisfying any possessive vices she may or may not have

˚✧₊⁎ Zestial ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Abhorrent is jealousy, driving the younger generations to filth like, ugh, hickeys. Although, on a certain level he does understand. Being in Hell for as long as he has and alone the same amount, he knows all too well the primal need to claim what other’s might steal. One must leave their mark as a warning sign for others. Zestial’s exceptionally charming when he wants something, notably not asking when he presents you with the crisply wrapped gifts. There’s no less than twenty. Boxes upon boxes of accessories and clothes that suit you but hold his color palette, spider and web details to boot. He’s utterly thrilled when you wear them, showering you in compliments and declaring himself the luckiest soul in Hell

˚✧₊⁎ Rosie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Goodness, have you seen how sinners nowadays go about the whole ordeal? What happened to romance!? Call her old fashioned, but Rosie likes a smidge of glamour in her techniques! She’ll walk shoulder to shoulder with you, holding her parasail over the both of you. She’ll accidentally press her painted lips on your cheek and forget, quickly getting swept up into conversation with someone or the other. It’s fine, no one would question her! Not if they wanted to live anyways. Butterflies swarm her stomach when she notices you haven’t wiped her imprint away, a proud smile spreading across her face. It becomes purposeful as the days go on

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

While happy to broadcast newsworthy exploits, sharing his private affairs with the world is out of the question. Of course the appeal of it all isn’t lost on him, he merely doesn’t see the point. Why broaden your horizons of potential dangers by claiming you publicly? To calm that unruly, covetous alien in the pit of his chest? He’s not that selfish! Besides, nothing less than something permanent could truly satisfy him anyhow

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

If he doesn’t have eyes on you, he’s working. Those measley hours apart won’t stop him from reminding all of Hell you still belong to him. He doesn’t trust anyone down here. He’ll convince you it’s for your safety that he tightens the collar around your neck. With a hum of approval, Val’s long and slender fingers twist the tag with his name on it. Heart shaped, of course, he loves you after all!

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Only the insecure need to put a claim on their person. That’s not Vox, no way! You’re never really out of his sights anyways, what with today’s power of technology and all! The need to brand you goes a different route. He wants everyone to know you’re spoken for, pulling you on camera every chance he gets. He wants them to stare in awe and envy but cast their eyes down when you walk by in public. A slight on you would be a slight on him personally and no one messes with The Vees

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Truthfully, there isn’t much she wouldn’t do. You’re all over her Sinstagram and that says it all. Every runway show, every red carpet walk, every paparazzi shot you’re always beside her. Vel dresses you left and right to match her OOTD somehow. She snaps a pic every single day (sometimes more) to show her followers their favorite couple is thriving and stylish as always! The description never fails to scream how your all hers

[lxstfathier]

Hi could you please do sex pollen with bass or Alejandro Vargas or both with an inexperienced female reader please

Anon? anon who is bass?? i couldn’t figure out who you meant so, here it is, i did it with ale ;)

Flowers

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, sex pollen, squirting, age-gap, another fic of Ale taking our virginity cuz we love that shit!

A/N: i actually loved writing this lol, it was fun. you know english is not my first language, so there might be some errors, but i hope y’all like it 💗

You don’t remember exactly what happened. The mission went wrong, and you followed colonel Vargas into the woods, trying to scape from enemy fire, accidentally running into some bushes full of strange colorful flowers that you had never seen before. Then it all went blurry.

Now, two hours later, you’re on base again, feeling really weird. Your whole body is sensitive, as if it has been set on fire, heavy breaths escape your lips and a thin layer of sweat starts to appear on your skin. How are you supposed to deal with it? you don’t even know what is going on, but you try your best to stay quiet while a nurse examines all your vital signs.

“You’re fine” she says after making sure that you don’t have anything that could possibly affect your health. “But it seems that you’re under the influence of some… natural aphrodisiac. So i’d suggest you to, y’know, relieve all that sexual energy, it will make you feel way better.”

Natural aphrodisiac? oh, so now you finally understand why your poor pussy is so wet, clenching around nothing and practically begging to be fucked. It makes sense. However, you don’t have a problem with masturbating a few times until the effects wear off. So you thank her, and then make your way out of the medical bay, walking straight to your own room.

But you didn’t expected to run into you colonel again. Those flowers should have affected him the same way as you, that’s for sure, what is he doing in the hallway? he should be inside his room, doing god knows what to help himself with that issue.

“Sargento” Alejandro calls you, forcing you to stop dead on your tracks, even though both of you are not in the mood for talking. “What did the nurse told you?”

“She said i’m fine. It’s just the effects of a natural aphrodisiac what’s making me feel so weird.” you answer, smiling at him, trying to play it cool. “Why? do you have the same?.”

“Si” he nods, but you don’t hear the rest, all of your concentration is now looking at his pretty brown eyes, his lips, his stubbly jaw, his broad shoulders, his strong arms in that tight shirt, and that obvious bulge inside his cargo pants.

He’s always been a good looking man, you won’t deny it, but right now? he’s fucking sexy, radiating a strong masculine essence that makes your knees go weak and the heat in your belly grow more intense. Almost as if you were a bitch in heat.

All of your shyness is gone, and before you know it, you’re grabbing his hand to guide him into your room, not even caring that he’s way older than you, a colonel who is supposed to be your superior. The arousal clouds your mind, not being able to think about anything else than getting pounded by him all night until you can’t remember your own name.

And Alejandro knows he shouldn’t be so eager to fuck his sergeant, but how can he tell you no when you look so pretty and so damn needy?

Once you’re both inside, with the door locked and the lights on, he pins you to the wall, kissing you passionately as his big hands roam your clothed body. Something new to you, considering the fact that you had never been touched by a man before this.

Should you tell him that he’s about to be the your first sexual experience? maybe, but you don’t wanna ruin the mood, so you just let go, feeling your tongues dancing with each other, running your hands over his strong chest.

But, as much as you’d love to keep kissing, the heat caused by the aphrodisiac is now unbearable, forcing both of you to pull apart and take your clothes off. And it could be part of the effect of those annoying flowers, but when you finally see his muscles, his tan skin covered in sweat, and that big veiny cock springing free, your mouth waters and your pussy throbs, clearly enjoying the view.

“Like what you see, mi amor?” he asks teasingly, and you just nod. “Cause i really do, who would have known my sergeant had such a pretty body? huh?”.

Now that Alejandro sees you all exposed for him, admiring every detail of your being, he’s sure that you’re the most beautiful girl he has ever met. If he had known what was he missing on, he would have pushed you into those bushes way earlier.

You don’t really know what to do next, you’re flustered and too inexperienced, so when he notices your hesitance, he gently guides you to the bed, telling you to lay on your back and relax.

Alejandro kisses your neck, and then slowly goes down to your tits, playing with your nipples between his teeth. It’s almost like a torture, you want more than that, involuntarily bucking your hips to get at least a little friction, anything.

“Just fuck me already, please” you beg in a high pitched voice, desperate to feel him inside you.

“Such a needy little whore” Alejandro says, mocking your pathetic cries. But you don’t care, even less when he drops to his knees, prying your legs apart to have a good look at your perfect pussy before devouring it like a starving man.

He licks and bites at your slick folds, savoring the sweet taste, dives his tongue into your hole and goes up to your clit, sucking hard. It feels really nice, better than any of those times where you played with yourself at night, and it’s not long until you’re moaning, feeling that familiar knot in your lower belly while tugging at his dark hair.

You cum easily, arching your back off the bed, almost crushing his head between your trembling legs. But that doesn’t stop him, he keeps eating you sloppily until you ride out that first orgasm.

When you come down from the high, Alejandro is already on top of you, holding your legs on his shoulders, guiding his cock to your tiny wet hole. And, without a warning, he slides inside on a singular hard thrust, making you scream at the new sensation.

He’s big, so the sudden stretch is a bit painful, but once you get adjusted to his girth and he starts moving slowly, your pained cries turn into whimpers filled with pleasure.

“F-faster Ale, please, ah- god-“ you moan into his ear, going literally stupid on his cock that you can’t even say a simple sentence.

“Yeah? you want me to destroy this pretty little pussy?”

He starts thrusting harder, pounding your tight heat in the most delicious way, hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over. It’s good, way too good actually, and you can’t help but writhe under him, digging your nails on the nape of his neck.

Another orgasm is near, you know it, and he can feel it too by the way you’re clenching around his cock.

“That’s it, preciosa, you’re taking me so well” Alejandro growls, one of his large hands going down to find your clit, rubbing it fast in circular motions. “Cum for me again, come on.”

His words, mixed with the stimulation and the way he’s ramming into you, is just what you need to see stars. You come undone once more, feeling the intense pleasure in every inch of your body, moaning so loud that probably the whole base heard.

“Fuck, look at the mess you made” he says, looking at how your sweet juices are coating his abs and pubes. Did you just squirted? hell, that’s new, you didn’t knew you could do that.

Alejandro doesn’t take long to reach his own orgasm, thrusting a few more times until he’s cumming inside, filling that pretty pussy of yours with his thick seed as he bites your neck, letting out an animalistic grunt.

You both stay like that for a minute, too fucked out to move, catching your breath. And you’re feeling better, but the effects are still not gone at all.

“That was amazing” you say, stroking his beard, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Can we do it again?.”

“As many times as you want, preciosa.”

[jinnieboosworld]

L.J.- Glitter and Rhinestones 18+

!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings- Smut, Fem Reader

Reading Time- 11 Min

Word Count- 2,617

Series Masterlist

Synopsis- Lee Juyeon a bassist in a band sees a very sparkly girl in the audience of his band’s concert. At the end of the show he invites her and her friends backstage. Little does he know y/n hates him and his band.

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OH MY GOSH! THIS IS NOT REAL! IT CANT BE! IM GONNA……..OH MY GOSH!

Ji, your friend is a huge fan of the band Crimson Heartbreak. For her birthday you gifted her pit tickets to their concerts

“Oh my gosh how did you get these.” She said screeching.“I preordered them, I was planning on getting you some anyway but it happened that one of the dates was on your birthday.”

You said smiling.“And you got two. So that means you’re coming right?” Ji said still calming down from her excitement.

“Uh No.” See even though you’re best friends with Ji who’s probably the bands biggest fan, you don’t really like them in fact you hate them.

Why?

Because they have a reputation for being fboys and womanizers. It even shows in their song lyrics. And to you men with that kind of personality is just disgusting. You’ve told Ji about your dislike towards the group and about their behavior, but she always says “It’s okay because they’re Crimson Heartbreak.”

“Come on y/n it would actually be criminal for me to go to my favorite band’s concert without my favorite person.” She said shaking me.“No I don’t want to, you know I can’t stand them.” You said whining.

“Please y/n. Please.” You simply rolled your eyes and shook your head.

Suddenly Ji gasped. “What?” You asked frightened from the sudden sound.“You remember that dress, the glitter one you bought last year?” She said excitedly

“Yes,and…..” You responded confused.“You can finally wear it!” “Huh?” You said still not catching on to what she was saying.Ji groaned.

“ You said that you would never wear the dress unless you went to some crazy concert or something.” She said smirking as if she just knew you would agree. You sat for a moment thinking.

“I did really want to wear that outfit.” You thought to yourself. “Fine” you said reluctantly.Ji squealed. “But I won’t enjoy it.” You said standing firm in your stance of the group.

“Yeah right, you’ll be their biggest fan by the end of the night.” She said scoffing.

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“OH. MY. GOSH.” Ji said dramatically as she stood in front of the cheval mirror in your apartments living corridor.

Ji’s sense of style was completely different than yours. Contrast her bright and bubbly personality her clothing was almost always dark color shades if not black.

For the concert she decided to wear a dark green distressed mini dress, with chunky black pumps. Her makeup was a messy but uniformed Smokey eye with a dark red lip. Her dyed red hair cut into a shaggy wolf cut.She looked gorgeous and perfect for an alternative band concert.

You start to question if your outfit fits the vibe or not. You’re wearing a mesh dress with silver glitter in the pattern of stars. Your high heels covered in silver glitter. Your makeup pink and glittery, your lips glossy. Polar opposite from Ji’s matte and mature look

“Ji are you sure this is fine to wear?” You say looking at yourself in the mirror. “Of course, you look amazing!” She says exaggerating her facial expressions.“You sure it fits the genre?” You respond furrowing your eyebrows.

“Girl what genre? It’s a concert not the met gala.” She said chuckling.You smile. “You’re right.”“Oh, Ji, check and see how far away our Uber is.”

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“You ready Juyeon.” Said Eric has he was getting his makeup retouched.

“Yup.” Juyeon responded taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Alright, let’s go then!” Said Eric clapping his hands together as he walked away from his stylist.

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The group stood in front of the crowd greeting them and hyping them up.

Juyeon strummed the cords of his bass to the chords of their opening song.He looks up and scans the crowd with his eyes, nodding his head along to the music, and smirking.As he looks around his eyes land on a girl in the crowd.

At first her outfit caught his attention, but as he squinted and focused his eyes on her features he became entranced. Through out the entire concert he tried to drag his eyes away from her seemingly enormous presence but no matter what they always fell back on to her.

He noticed how her face just seemed so utterly uninterested. Like she just didn’t want to be there.

It had gotten to the point of the concert where they were interacting with the crowd. They’d always done a segment where they would invite people on stage to sing along to their songs. The members all got to choose a person to come up, so Juyeon chose you.

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Through out the entire concert you were completely miserable. Although you are a hater of the group you aren’t a lier. So you had to admit that the music was pretty good, But you still couldn’t get over the groups bad reputation.

You noticed that the group’s bassist kept looking at you. It weirded you out. You crossed your arms and pouted because the concert just seemed to go on and on. You saw the group start to pull screeching fans out of the crowd and onto the stage.

The bassist walks up to you and reaches out his hand. “Come on.” He said smiling. You point to yourself and mouth “me”. Ji screams and says “Of course you. Go.” She said pushing you towards him and smiling. Reluctantly you climb onto stage.

You put on a fake smile and shyly dance along to the song. While other real fans jump and shout like it’s the best day of their lives. Once the song ends the members ask the fans to introduce themselves and take pictures.

The bassist walks up to you and puts his arm around your shoulder. “What’s your name.” He speaks smirking charmingly while looking directly in your eyes. “Y/n” you reply blankly. “Cool, and are you from here.” He says. “Yes.” You say with still no emotion. “Ok. Well let’s take a picture then.”

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Juyeon was confused by her. She was at their concert but didn’t know any lyrics. She wasn’t even fazed by the fact that she was talking to him.Maybe she was just shy. But she didn’t seem scared of being in front of a crowd. Just uninterested.

“Ok. Well let’s take a picture then.” He said hoping that she’d perk up then.“Actually can you just take a picture with my friend Ji instead.” She said smiling at him. “Oh…ok yeah sure.” He responded awkwardly as he grabbed her phone in confusion.

She walked to the end of the stage and helped her extremely excited friend up the stage, and then got down herself.He took a few pictures with Ji who had an entirely different energy than her friend. Before she left the stage he whispered something in her ear.

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“Eeeeeeeeh” Ji screeched as we were walking out the auditorium.

“What?” You said looking at her.

"He said they’re having an after-party and he wants us to come!" Ji squealed, practically jumping with excitement.You rolled your eyes, a mix of disbelief and annoyance washing over you.

"Great, just what I need. More time with Crimson Heartbreak."

"Come on, y/n, it could be fun! Besides, when’s the next time we’ll get invited to a party like this?" Ji said, practically begging.Sighing, you rubbed your temples.

"Fine, but only for a little while."Ji grabbed your arm, her excitement contagious despite your reluctance. "This is going to be amazing, I promise!"

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The after-party was being held at an exclusive club not far from the concert venue. As you and Ji arrived, the energy was electric. The bass from the music pulsed through the floor, and the room was filled with a mix of celebrities, fans, and the band members themselves.

Juyeon spotted you both as soon as you walked in, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. He made his way through the crowd, a confident smirk on his face. "Glad you could make it," he said, his voice smooth and enticing.Ji immediately jumped into conversation with him, leaving you standing awkwardly to the side.

You scanned the room, feeling out of place amidst the glamour and chaos."Not a fan of parties?" a voice said from behind you.

You turned to see Eric, one of the band's guitarists, leaning casually against a table. He had a playful grin on his face. "Let me guess, Ji dragged you here?"

"How’d you know?" you replied dryly."Just a hunch," he said with a chuckle. "She seems like the type to pull a friend along for the ride."

You smiled despite yourself. "Yeah, that’s Ji."As the night went on, you found yourself surprisingly enjoying Eric's company. He was charming and funny, and he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you. Juyeon, however, kept glancing your way, his eyes dark with an emotion you couldn't quite place.

"Want to dance?" Eric asked, holding out his hand.You hesitated for a moment before shaking your head. "No, thanks. I'm not really in the mood."Eric nodded understandingly. "Fair enough. If you change your mind, let me know.

"You spent the rest of the evening nursing a drink and watching Ji have the time of her life. Juyeon’s gaze seemed to find you frequently, a mix of curiosity and frustration in his eyes. He was used to getting attention, and your disinterest was clearly throwing him off.

As the party began to wind down, Juyeon approached you again. "Hey, can we talk?" he asked, his tone more serious than before.You sighed, glancing at Ji, who was still engrossed in conversation with other fans. "Sure, I guess."He led you to a quieter corner of the club. "I noticed you didn’t really enjoy the concert," he said, looking genuinely concerned.You crossed your arms. "Yeah, I’m not a fan of your band. I only came because Ji begged me to."Juyeon raised an eyebrow.

"Any particular reason why?"You hesitated, unsure if you should be honest. "Your reputation," you finally said. "I don't like how you treat women in your lyrics and your behavior offstage."Juyeon seemed taken aback. "We’re not all like that, you know. Some of it is just for show.“Maybe," you replied, unconvinced. "But it’s hard to see past it."He nodded slowly.

"I get that. But maybe you could give us a chance? Not all of us are as bad as you think."You looked at him, his sincerity surprising you. "Maybe. But it’s going to take a lot more than a few conversations to change my mind."Juyeon smiled, a hint of challenge in his eyes. "I’m up for it."

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The following weeks were filled with small, unexpected encounters. Juyeon made a point to talk to you whenever he saw you with Ji. He'd text Ji, suggesting hangouts that included you, making it hard to avoid him.

He showed you glimpses of a different side: his genuine passion for music, his dedication to the band, and his loyalty to his friends. Slowly, your initial annoyance began to soften, though you still held onto your reservations.

One evening, after a particularly fun outing where Juyeon had been surprisingly considerate and kind, Ji nudged you. "You’re starting to warm up to him, aren’t you?"You rolled your eyes, though your smile betrayed you. "Maybe a little. But don’t tell him that."Ji laughed. "Your secret’s safe with me. But honestly, y/n, he seems really into you."You glanced at Juyeon, who was laughing with Eric across the room. "Yeah, I’m starting to see that. But I’m not making it easy for him.""And that’s exactly why he’s so intrigued," Ji said, grinning. "Just give it time.

"As weeks turned into months, Juyeon goal of making you like him didn’t waver. He was persistent, showing you that there was more to him and the band than you initially thought. And slowly, against your stubborn resolve, you began to see him for who he really was.

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One evening, Juyeon invited you to his apartment for a small get-together. Ji was busy, so it ended up being just the two of you. You hesitated but decided to go, curious to see where this would lead.Juyeon greeted you at the door with a warm smile."Glad you could make it," he said, ushering you inside.His apartment was surprisingly cozy, a mix of modern and personal touches.

"You have a nice home," you commented, looking around."Thanks," he said, leading you to the living room. "I thought we could just relax, maybe watch a movie."You nodded, feeling a bit nervous. The atmosphere was intimate, and you couldn't ignore the growing tension between you.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself getting more comfortable. Juyeon was a gracious host, and his charm was undeniable. After a couple of drinks, you both settled on the couch, a movie playing in the background.

"So, do you still hate my band?" Juyeon asked with a teasing smile.

You laughed softly. "I don't hate you guys as much anymore. You've been working hard to change my mind

."He moved a bit closer, his eyes locking onto yours."And have I succeeded?"You bit your lip, feeling the heat between you intensify.

"Maybe a little."Juyeon leaned in, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

“I'll take that as a win."His lips met yours in a slow, passionate kiss. You felt a rush of emotions, your initial resistance melting away. The kiss deepened, and before you knew it, you were straddling his lap, your hands tangled in his hair.Juyeon's hands roamed over your body, his touch igniting a fire within you.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered against your lips.You nodded, breathless."Yes."He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to his bedroom.The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on everything.

He laid you gently on the bed, his eyes filled with desire and affection.As he undressed you slowly, you felt a mix of anticipation and excitement. His hands and lips explored your body, every touch sending shivers down your spine. You reciprocated, eager to feel him, to know him in a way you hadn't before.Juyeon's movements were deliberate and gentle, yet filled with a raw passion that took your breath away.

He made you feel cherished, every kiss and caress telling you how much he wanted you.When he finally entered you, it was slow and tender, his eyes never leaving yours.The connection between you was intense, a culmination of all the tension and chemistry that had been building for months.Your bodies moved in sync, the rhythm building steadily.Juyeon's whispered words of praise and affection heightened your pleasure, making you feel desired and appreciated in ways you hadn't expected.As you both reached the peak of your pleasure, you clung to each other, the intensity of the moment overwhelming.

When it was over, you lay in each other's arms, the silence filled with a sense of fulfillment and connection.Juyeon brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes soft. "Thank you for giving me a chance," he said quietly.You smiled, your heart full.

"Thank you for proving me wrong."

- Fin

A.N.- Thanks for reading my fic, I can’t tell if I like it or not but if you enjoyed it please let me know and if you have any criticisms let me know as well. If you especially loved it and want a part two comment “✨”. Again thanks for reading.

Taglist- @deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @blue-rainydays

[abbyromanoff]

Hey! If your requests are open maybe a Serial Killer! Agatha Harkness who falls for R 🙈

HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER

PAIRINGS: Agatha Harkness x reader

WORD COUNT: 2440

WARNINGS: veryyyyy dark fic, serial killer!agatha, mentions of smut, shower sex, mentions of cunnilingus, thigh riding, Agatha kinda has like BPD tbh, death, character death, angst, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS YOUR OWN!!

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to be roaming the Earth and she wasn’t meant to let that happen. You weren’t meant to lie in her bed, sleeping peacefully beside her after a night out. Your body was tangled in the sheet, your bare skin glowing under the bright light shining through the window. You looked entirely ethereal, but she couldn’t think that. No, not when you were meant to be dead. Not when you were meant to bleed out in her arms as she watched life slowly fade from your eyes. But there was so much behind them, how could she lose that?

“Good morning.” You turned on your side to face the older woman, greeting her with a small grin as she continued to stare into the ceiling. You joined her, trying to find what she was so enthralled by but coming up empty.

“What’s so interesting about the ceiling?” You chuckled, placing your elbow on the bed and leaning on your hand. Your arm loosely hung around the blanket over your chest, securing the fabric in place even though she had just seen your naked body only hours ago.

“Nothing, just thinking.” She turned to share a glance at you and couldn’t stop the smile wanting to form. She cleared her throat and turned back on her side, tossing the comforter off of her and quickly standing.

“I’m taking a shower. Join me if you’d like.”

Only moments later you were behind her under the cold water, your eyes trailing over her body. She had occasional wrinkles or cuts, but your gaze was stuck on one in particular.

“How’d you get that?” You pointed to the ripped skin with furrowed brows, her eyesight soon landing exactly where you wanted it. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing followed.

“Uhm, I, uh, I- I don’t know. Most likely from a drunken incident or something.” You nodded slowly, still unable to believe her words but choosing to act like you did. She let out a deep breath, one you didn’t know was full of relief.

You weren’t meant to be here. She wasn’t meant to be washing your back, listening to your moans as she massaged each tender muscle. She wasn’t meant to have confessed her feelings deep into the night, her lips landing on yours as she slowly removed your clothing. She wasn’t meant to love, especially not someone like you. Someone so innocent, so wholesome and pure, someone she could ruin.

She didn’t trust herself near you. She was scared her feelings would get in the way and she’d hurt you out of fear, causing you to either leave her or leave this Earth. But she wanted to be near you, she wanted to hold you in her arms while you’d wear a ring on your finger signaling your shared love. Why couldn’t she just be normal? Why was pain always in her mind? Why did she instantly dream about dragging her knife through any person that came near? Her breath warm against their freezing body that slowly turned the color of her bruises.

“Agatha? Hey, you okay?” You put your arms on her shoulders as she finally woke from her muse. She blinked twice before giving a fake smile, trying her best to calm your nerves but once again failing.

“You’ve been zoning off all morning, what’s going on?” You questioned with a soft tone, nearly sending her into a panic. Most would warm at heart, but she only found it worrying to love you. She knew she did, and that was the main problem. If she let you see the true side of her, how would you react?

“And please don’t deflect it because I know you will. Look, maybe it’s best if I head out and give you some space, yeah? So you can have some alone time to think.” She wanted you to leave, but she wanted you to stay. Everything was so conflicting. God, why did she have to love you? Why did you have to be so precious? And why did you have to have the most adorable face? And the body of a goddess, the eyes of Cupid, and a heart the size of hers, one where she could perfectly fit. Your hands interlaced as if they were meant to do so, as if the purpose of them ever being developed was so she could hold yours in hers someday. Your lips felt soft against hers, as if the lipstick you constantly wore was meant to stain her neck. Your body felt so warm, as if a reminder of the coldness that was her soul. Your skin was soft, as if the lotion you lathered on daily held the scent of her, leading you to become purely addicted.

“No. No, I- I don’t want you to leave.” She spoke, and you couldn’t see a single ounce of emotion hidden beneath her dark eyes. But somehow, that thought thrilled you. You wanted to get below that layer, you wanted to see the side of her you knew could come out.

“I want you to be sure of your answer, my love.” You felt the cold tiles collide with your back in a hurried motion. Her lips were instantly on yours, moving with a passion, and gracing you with the fragile texture of her skin. They were cracked, but it felt as though you were repairing them with the way you sunk into her. She pulled back when it became a struggle to breathe, panting before she eyed your neck. There were already hickeys covering every inch of your skin, but she wanted more. She wanted everyone to know you were taken, and she’d kill anyone who tried to show they didn’t believe that.

“I’m sure,” She started. “I’m sure, baby. I’m so fucking sure.”

The water came to a stop as she guided you out of the shower, your legs shaky from your previous orgasm. You were still processing all that happened but she was ready for more, pushing you down on the hotel bed and climbing over you. You grinned softly and pulled her in for a small peck that quickly adjusted into a deep, meaningful kiss. You felt the water droplets dripping onto your skin and shivered. Her hands came to your waist as her fingernails drew lines against you. Her mouth came to your breasts as she suckled gently. Her knee found place between your legs as you instantly started a slow motion. Everything. She was doing everything possible. She knew how to make you fall apart and she was using that against you.

“So… good!” You let out through small pants, your chest heaving softly as her thumb came to your swollen clit. She rubbed small circles across the area gently, trying to ease you into your next release.

You shuddered, pulling her mouth away from your chest and looking deep into her eyes. The action made it seem as though there was more to this. You felt as though she just wanted your body, only being able to confess her love in a drunken slur while pressing herself deep into you. But this, this felt like it meant something. It seemed as though she was able to last a quick moment, allowing her feelings to step forward and take the lead, until she snapped. In an instant, you weren’t you. You were the man she killed only days ago. He was under her, bleeding out as she watched in amusement. He returned her look in horror, pleading for forgiveness with all of his will, insisting he had a family. But she didn’t care. She was a monster. She was as sick as a virus, spreading throughout your body until you became used to it. She didn’t want you to get used to this. This wasn’t fair. She wasn’t being fair to you.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” You sensed her still movements and shallow breaths, tears starting to prick at the side of her eyes. You pressed your hand against the back of her neck, giving her some sort of reassurance or reminder that you were still there. She could see you again, not him. But the love was no longer there. You were still once the man she killed for no reason besides the fact that she wanted to have fun. She was stressed, angry even. She wanted an escape and came to the only place she knew, that deep, dark section of her mind that held her fantasies. She blamed that part of her for the deaths of many, but she didn’t blame herself. She didn’t think it was right, but in those moments it seemed to take over her. She lost all control and gave in, letting her manic thoughts take action and cause blood behind every step she made.

“Agatha! It’s just me, alright? Breathe for me, love.” You guided her to lie down and tried mending to whatever it was she was feeling, but that side of her didn’t want you. Agatha wanted you, but her second wanted you dead. She couldn’t be near you and promise you’d be safe, she had to leave.

“Where are you going?” She refused to give a response, instead grabbing the tossed clothing on the ground and racing to get them on. The water adorning her skin made it more difficult, but she was persistent. Her legs moved faster than her mind when she ran to the door, leaving you sat on the bed with tears. You thought she left you for good this time, like she always does. You were flings beforehand, but you thought it would be different after her confession. But she was the same as always. Always running away from her problems instead of facing them. Only you didn’t know what she was running towards, and you definitely didn’t expect it to be the bodies that had been flooding the streets.

Your phone rang violently and you took a moment before looking at the contact, rolling your eyes as you saw the name that greeted you. It was Agatha, she was most likely calling you in hopes you’d pick her up from the bar after another fight. You knew she had violent tendencies, but what could you do? You were only one human trying to get by, how could you handle another person to take care of?

“Please, I-I’m sorry,” You were both crying when the voice came through. You decided to take the call in fear she may be hurt, but it only hurt you more. She was hoping you’d pick her up, just like you guessed. Only this time she was hiding in an alleyway, a knife in her hand as a body laid next to her. The woman was dead with a written apology carved in her skin. It was only an ‘I’m sorry’, but it wasn’t meant for her, it was meant for you.

“I-I was scared, and- and I didn’t know what to do-“

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll pick you up. Get warm, I’ll be there in twenty-ish minutes.” You hung up without a goodbye. You were truly sick of this. All you wanted was her but it seemed as though there was something else occupying her mind. You’d never be able to be a priority if she couldn’t even be in the same room as you for too long.

She nearly cried with joy when seeing you, but her smile started to fade when she noticed you didn’t copy her. She gulped out of fear as you continued to drive without facing her once, you didn’t even notice her presence. Agatha started to truly believe she was a ghost, that she finally was paying for her crimes in the realm of death.

“Are you mad at me?” Silence.

“Y/N?” Silence.

“Please talk to me, baby. Please, I- I’m sorry, I really am.” Silence. Only a sniffle could be heard.

“I never wanted to upset you. I’m sorry…I mean it.” You gave a short nod, forcing her to take notice of the crack in her voice.

“We’re heading to the hotel, I’m leaving in the morning.” She sunk her head low and choked up a sob, knowing that if she let you leave tomorrow then that’d be the last time she’d ever see you. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye. She wasn’t going to say goodbye.

You slept with your back facing her that night, listening to her tossing and turning before she tried to reach out for you. You ignored her, refusing to pay her any mind as you didn’t believe she deserved it. This was the last time, however, so you eventually gave in and let her place a singular arm around your waist. That alone was enough to calm her down and ease her racing mind.

And when she woke, her earlier thoughts returned. She didn’t know why, and she didn’t know how to turn it off. There wasn’t a switch, but if there was then someone else was controlling it.

She gazed over your sleeping body, tears softly rolling down her cheeks as she eyed the knife in hand. She ran it across your side, leading it to the place in which your heart was stored. Your broken heart.

“I’m sorry, my love, I’m so sorry.” The sharp object plunged into your body in a rush, your gasp being heard as you were instantly awoken. Now you were forced to stare into your lover's eyes as she drove the knife deeper inside of you. You were supposed to go instantly, but she must’ve hit the wrong spot as you had a minute to suffer until the life inside of you completely faded.

“A-Agatha?” She squeezed her eyes shut before the knife was finally removed, only to quickly be joined by her own blood. She shared your reaction and gasped, looking down to where her weapon was lodged in her stomach. She wouldn’t die quicker than you, but she believed she deserved to watch you die as she bled out. This was her fault, just like everything else was.

“W-we’ll…we’ll be together again s-soon, I promise.” Her life was taken soon after yours. She laid next to you in her final moments, taking your warm hand that would soon turn cold in her hold. She tried to have a firm grip, but that soon became too difficult for her to withstand.

She’d see you in another life, whether she was meant for hell and you were destined for heaven, she’d find a way to be with you.

She always did…

[ronance4everbrainrot]

What I wanted to happen before the girls went back to their time. Part 2

(For little context part 1 here)

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Red was anxious.

Something was up with Bridget.

She doesn't want to bring it up. Chloe would normally do that. At least she nudges her to say it.

But Chloe is having the time of her life looking through Bridget's closet. Not noticing that Bridget's normally bright smile- which creeped Red out at first but she's grown used to it -wasn't reaching her eyes.

Red normally wouldn't notice stuff like that. I mean she always watches her mother's reaction and mood and expression. But her mother is hard to read. Chloe on the other hand was easier to read, also easy to know which buttons you can push.

Red chuckles to herself. Not now.

But with Bridget? It may be the fact that Red got creeped out by the- apparently -genuine smile, that it haunted her. So she immediately noticed the difference. But who knows..

Anyway

Something is wrong with Bridget and it needs to be talked about...

Uuuggh

Fiiine

"Um.. Br-" her voice definitely didn't crack. She clears her throat. "Bridget?" She tried to say it as quiet as possible so Chloe wouldn't hear..why doesn't she want Chloe to know? She doesn't know.

Bridget looks up, a smile gracing her face, again. But not reaching the eyes, again.

"Yes, sweeti- I mean Red" she giggles at her own slip up. Bridget loves to give petnames to her friends, but she noticed Red got uncomfortable by it, so she tries not to with her.

"What's up?" She locks eyes with Red, curious about what Red wants to say.

Red opens her mouth and closes it again "I-.." she stops and sighs "Are-" she stops and sighs "Did-.." she stops again and growls in frustration. "Why is it so difficult" she mutters to herself angrily. "I wish Chloe were here. She'd be so much better at this" she sighs quietly.

Meanwhile

Chloe was still in the walk in closet. She's surprised a school dorm room has this.

But wow. Brigdet got so many beautiful dresses and even suits! Most are sadly pink or red, which aren't really Chloe's colors.

However, Bridget did tell her she had something that fit her perfectly and Chloe believes her.

Chloe was stunned by what she found. Hidden behind the Red and Pink were Blue clothes. Well more specifically a blue dress AND a blue suit.

It didn't really surprise her that Bridget had blue clothes. even tho it kinda did lol.

But what surprised her more was when she walked closer.

Her eyes scanning over the suit

It was perfect.

(I'll just say the colors. Can be changed tho. Imagine yourself again.)

It was a deep blue, with one sleeve of the jacket fading from blue to purple to red. A dark red wine color.

(that's it lol. Idk)

Chloe normally would wear a lighter blue dress or suit. And if she would have gone shopping she probably would have bought a light blue suit.

But this was the best she could get right now and it's amazing.

She thinks about just taking it and shoving Bridget and Red. But she hesitates and thinks. Then a blush comes creeping on her cheeks at the same time with a cheeky yet nervous smile.

She wants to surprise Red with it. So she can't see the suit before.. maybe Red would think she'd be in a dress? And then boom. Charmed.

Chloe shakes her head.

What the fuck?

What the fuck.

Shit.

She sighs, after she went through all the 5 stages in 5 seconds.

She thinks about all the times she checked Red out or looked at her lips, as she comes out of the closet (;3) with a burning red face and a natural expression.

She tries to calm her nerves before she talks to Bridget..or Red...

But suddenly she feels a hand on both her shoulders and she comes to a stop, face panicked as she looks up and the panicking almost gets worse when she sees it's Red that's standing in front of her, with a goddamn smile. A smile!?

"Chloe! Great! I really need you right now! Perfect timing!" Red was acting weird. But before Chloe can ask, Red suddenly leans closer to her and Chloe thought she died right there and went to heaven.

'stoop. I'm not that far gone' Chloe thinks to herself.

Tho, it really feels like it when she hears Red's whispers in her ear. "Something is up with Bridget and I need you to ask her about it."

Red went straight to the point and that was like a well needed cold shower for Chloe, once she progressed what was said.

Red's expression shows concern and impatience, as she moves next to Chloe and nudges her to Bridget.

Bridget was confused, about why they are whispering. And amused, about their closeness.

She gave them a curious mischievous grin and she raises one eyebrow as they both turn to her and Red nudges Chloe.

She's happy she met those two. They are a helpful distraction. But also just fun company, if weird sometimes. But hey! Who isn't weird?

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Why is Red so anxious? What is going on with Bridget? Is Chloe really so far gone?

Two of them are actually already answered I think.

...

Some things were maybe too much and or don't make sense.

I'm not in the mood to read over it and check if things are ok. Maybe some day lol.

Hope you liked it tho!

Byeee

To @corgiplays

Hello again Amore.

Me has once more question.

If you have the time and motivation to do it. I'd adore if your beautiful creative mind for fashion would help again. If not, that's okay! I adore you either way <3 Love you 😙

Sincerely,

Your loving idiot

[woneuntonzz]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ reflections

📞 ; “maybe it's a blessing in disguise, i see my reflection in your eyes.”

𖹭 : sungchan x afab!reader

💭 love can be a possession, and like everything owned, it can be easily lost... “we were too close to the stars.”

⤷ contains: angst, pining, cussing, mentions of other idol names for

world building

⤷ warnings: none (?)

⤷ wc: 4.2k (not proofread :>)

🎧 a songfic, inspired by The Neighbourhood's Reflections

-ˋˏ under the cut .ᐟ ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Perfect does not exist, maybe that’s true for you, but I’ve seen perfection, I’ve felt perfection. The thought seems superficial, I know, but to be in my place —I’ve had to endure years of sorrow because of this said perfection. 

And perfection was in the form of Jung Sungchan. 

On the surface, it might take a few blinks for one to understand. But it wasn’t solely your visage that has led me to this wistful void. 

I loved to draw, just as much as I loved you, maybe a little less —but you get the point. You’ve been the subject of my illustrations, from the moment I saw you, till I couldn’t physically see you anymore. 

“Is that me?” I didn’t get why you’d still ask, of course it’s you, it’ll always be you. 

The outline of your profile provokes daydreams, oh how I wish I was the only one. When I saw you for the first time I instantly knew, everyone had their eyes on you, it was only a matter of time till the attraction came pouring in. 

Still, you stood your ground like everyone else, just trying to live your life, and everyday I wished I could be part of it. 

I draw the lines, and you paint it with colors, colors I had never seen before, colors that could’ve been the manifestation of your reciprocation. 

“Good morning, I’m Jung Sungchan, I was wondering if I’m in the right place, senior Kim sent me here to fetch the package from, Y/n?” you were quite unsure of my name, I’m pretty sure you had it written on the tiny piece of paper you held in between two of your fingers. 

“That’s me. Department?” I didn’t even know why I still asked, I knew well where you were situated. 

“Film.” I felt as if I was going to combust, I could’ve sworn I saw you held back a laugh, the slight hum of your bass voice almost had me stumbling back. “You?”

“Arts.” Now I almost laughed at myself.

But never did I think that our talk would last for a longer while. “Sophomore, right?”

I tried my best to exude a hum as a response, before asking you back why, “Why’d you ask?”

“I see you around a lot, but I just wasn’t sure if you were older or younger. I also confused you with someone else I knew multiple times before.” —someone else?

I was thinking maybe I should be more open to variety, to not wear the same hairstyle, similar set of clothes, and one color pallette everyday. Maybe then you wouldn’t confuse me for someone else. Maybe then you’d see me and think, that’s Y/n from the Arts Dep. She's really pretty.

“Who did you confuse me for? maybe I know who they are.”

“Actually…” actually what Sungchan? “She’s your friend.”

I don’t exactly have loads of friends, but I couldn’t help but ask, “Which one?”

“Minjeong.” 

I had no idea of what expression you had painted on my face with all the things you had just said, but Minjeong? to confuse me with her might be too remote from the reality I lived. And because I was talking to a guy, I remembered when she told me, “Can you believe it? I’m being pursued by a guy!” —I never thought that guy would be you. Why you? or rather, why not me?

It wasn’t hard to tell whether my assumptions are true or not, because the way you bit your lip after her name fell from your mouth, suppressing a smile I could only assume was one only she could elicit from you.

I was right. 

And I was in pain. I felt like nothing but an excuse for you to see her, always seeming to have packages to retrieve for your senior, and coming back to return things to me, then all I hear is she, she, she, Minjeong where, Minjeong when —I wanted to rid of my hearing, besides it already felt like bleeding to the point where clotted blood would just block my auditory. 

But my pain only leads to my deception. I hate that I had to smile through whatever you had to say, congratulate you even when you gushed about her smiling back at you, or talking to you all evening through messages. 

“That’s cute, happy there’s some progress.” I spoke through a pretentious smile. 

“Thank you Y/n, I really don’t think it’ll be possible if I hadn’t met you.”

Perfection is truly just anguish behind a polished glass case, and at that moment I faced you, I wished I hadn’t met you at all. 

My pain and deception, tomorrow I would keep the frame of your smile in my memories, and I just had to pick up a pencil. I’ve always loved to draw things, but through an artist’s honesty, I only draw the things I find beautiful, the things worth the graphite imprinted at the side of my hand. You were beauty and agony, and as much as I wanted to say I hated you, I loved you more than my best creations.

“You drew me? That’s really awesome, I don’t know how artists manage to create such images." Did you never think of how I did it? that maybe I stared at you for too long that I could draw you at every angle, with any expression —I had memorized every line on your face, the curve from the tip of your nose, to your philtrum, and to your lips. Whenever I drew your lips I would touch my own, feeling for its cushions whilst wondering how yours would feel. I reckon it must’ve been softer, more delicate, it always looked so velvet that for a while it was the only thing that occupied my mind. 

So shameful of me to be fantasizing about a guy my friend liked and a guy who liked my friend. But I loved you first, it could’ve been me. I always stuck around so that maybe one day you’d choose me. 

“She said yes!” —of course she would. 

Anyone in her place would, and anyone who wouldn’t would be lying to themselves. 

That smile you wore when you exclaimed so blissfully, it’s engraved in my mind, and then I knew I would never have that smile for myself. 

My mind is clouded, and my heart is aching and cracking, and whenever I felt it I just wished you could feel it too, just how much you’ve ruined my life. 

“Your work is honestly flawless, maybe Min could use some lessons from you.” your quip was followed by a playful hit on your shoulder, then a chorus of laughter.

“Yeah, Y/n is probably the best artist in our department, but I’m not that bad!” it hurt to watch you wrap an arm around her waist as her sweet voice so vexingly amplified in my ears.

You looked at me then, as if you were telling me to laugh. There was nothing for me to laugh at, it would be a pity to laugh at myself, and at what cost? Still, I had to force a smile, just for feeling sorry that I had let myself fall into your abyss. 

Avoiding you could’ve tended my wounds, but it wasn’t that easy when you were dating my friend. My friend who I had known longer than you, my friend who was a lot less selfish than me, who likely had thought about me more than I have with her. How could I when you were occupying a very gross space in my mind. I’m disgusting for still yearning for you, all when we had nothing, no foreground. You had never looked at me like you looked at her, I have never felt the skin underneath your ironed dress shirt, I have never felt the heat of your breath against my neck, and never have I felt your tender grip clasped around my hands. I was all desire and no fulfillment, and it had to be that way, not for your sake nor hers, but for mine. 

If I gave in, I wouldn’t be alive for you, her, and everyone looking down on me with ire. 

I would only grow to hate myself even more, I love you, but I could only see the antithesis of your motivations. 

“I owe you one too, Min and I wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for you.” and I didn’t even have a choice. 

I saw you to be a bit too brazen to continue to treat me like a friend, yet I never saw you as one of mine. 

“You don’t owe me one.” you owe me everything. 

“That’s not true, hey, how about this, I have a friend who wants to meet you, remember the drawing that I stole from you? Well, he saw it and he said he wanted to meet the artist.” you seemed so eager to push me away. 

“Oh really? Who's he?” to raise such a painful question, that day I truly was not myself.

You introduced me to a guy, and I could tell it took him great effort to be as expressive as you, not that he was aware that I had my eyes on you the whole time. It was no question that I would never see him the same way I did you, even if I tried, he isn’t Jung Sungchan, he isn’t you. 

“So, how’d you find Eunseok?” you asked me when you accompanied me back to my building. 

“He’s nice, but I’m not really looking for a date right now.” —I am only looking at you.

“Hmm, but try, yeah? maybe not date, but befriend him. Try to see him for who he is.” I chuckled at your careful pick of words, befriend, in what world did you think I was going to befriend a guy closely involved with you?

And for what? just so it would only be harder for me to escape myself? 

It’s already a torturous endeavor to keep up with your beaming face, walking up to me like an old friend you’ve been longing to see after some time. Friend, is all I’ll ever be. 

With the passing time, I figured, it was better than being nothing with you, right? I would rather have you just close enough, than not at all. I know it’s wrong for me to look at you that way, but it would only be me who knew, I’m sure. I see it in your eyes, how dismissive they are of the light that resides in mine, the light you ignited. You could so easily keep your eyes on me without a stagger, unlike me, fighting all my demons and being very easily lost in a reverie under your unsuspecting gaze. 

“You’re really pretty, you know that, right?” sadly it wasn’t your voice I would hear it from. 

“Eunseok, I already like someone else, I’ve told you.” 

“Yeah, I know that, and I know who. It was a compliment.” 

I had dared him to tell me who if he really knew, and he got it, slipped right off his tongue. Jung Sungchan, three syllables that provoked the fires of my hell. 

But was I really pretty? apparently, not pretty enough for you. 

“I mean, Eunseok wasn’t wrong, you are fairly pretty —but he did tell me you already like someone, do I know him?” you have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you to shut up, to tell you that it’s you, I like you. 

“That’s easy to say isn't it?”

“What?”

“To call someone pretty, and it doesn’t even have to be true.” It’s true, isn’t it? It's so easy to leave those words without a second thought, because they're all words, and deceit is inevitable. Your face molded into a dumbfounded expression, and it scared me. I might’ve sounded my hatred with those few words and so I said, “I’m kidding, and you don’t have to know who I like. It’s none of your concern.” 

I tried masking my regret with jest, but it was all true, I am not your concern. You shouldn’t care, especially when I’m not the one your heart beats for. 

I was a witness of the highs and lows of your relationship, how both of you seemed to lack something in each other’s eyes. At that point, all I could do was look away. I was afraid, so I distanced myself. The blame, the misery, I had not shown intentions out of the ordinary, but my brain ached and quaked from the what ifs and hows, and the whens.

“Y/n? Are you avoiding me?” my breath hitched, and I halted my steps. 

“No?—”

“No? why are you saying it as if you’re asking me?” I gulped, your eyes weren’t as spirited as they’d usually be, and your voice was demanding an answer out of me. 

“No. I’m really busy with my workload, Sungchan.” 

I wanted to yell at you, I’m in love with you, you and the way you cared, just stop caring, how hard could it be? stop caring so I could finally step away without looking back, so you could live a placid life without my trouble.  

I never thought I’d witness you chase after her in our building for the last time, pretty cheek bruised red from a hit you took from her. Was it over? and was it your fault?

“We broke up.” to me, your words sounded tantalizing.

I had no idea what you expected me to do, or say, or react. “Why?” and I had no idea I shouldn’t have asked. 

“I don’t know if I’m being honest with myself.” I didn’t want to believe what I was hearing, and I wish that would be the end of it. “Minjeong is a great person, I know I’m not. I wished I could’ve spared her the time, and returned her love the same way she gave it to me, but she’s not the one. I fell out, Y/n, I’m sorry.”

I shook my head, your sorry stinging my mind. “Why are you apologizing to me?”

You looked down for a while, eyeing the textures of the granite flooring. And I caught it, a single tear dropping down and landing in between your feet. “She’s your friend.”

I looked away from your swollen eyes, allowing the breeze to softly glide over the wisps of my lashes as I desperately searched for anything to reply, “You’re my friend too.” It would only pain me more when you kept apologizing, mumbling through your sobs. “Sungchan, stop apologizing.”

I was bewildered with the continuous apology, and why you chose to be this restless with me. But I guess you got me, even if I was tired, drained to the very bottom, I was still willing to catch the tears that swelled from your eyes with my shoulders. 

Well of course, it was easy for others to see it as something else, and I had to remember I had a friend, a friend that wasn’t you. 

“Minjeong, please, let’s talk—”

“I don’t want to fucking talk Y/n, there’s nothing for us to talk about.” 

Did she think it was my fault? Was it my fault? Are there things I’m failing to see?

But I'm just a girl, Sungchan, I failed to push you away. I felt temporary, replaceable, but you needed someone by your side. 

“Eunseok and I aren’t on good terms right now. He found out the truth.” I searched for it through your glossed eyes. 

Was there, perhaps, some other truth? “Truth?”

“I don’t know what to do.” but I was in no place to tell you what to do either. 

You were dodging bullets, but at that moment I was too preoccupied with swallowing the lump in my throat, trying to lure myself out of your poise. 

I forgot what I had told you, but all I know is that I was seeing you more often than the times you used to retrieve packages for senior Kim, and senior Kim has been away for two years, graduated. Now we’re the seniors, a pair with a piteous reputation to those who have known us throughout our college years. 

“We should make a movie together, you know.” you seemed too enthusiastic for your own good, but still, I chuckled. 

“What are you thinking?” 

“I mean, like an animation since you can draw, and you seem great with storytelling.” 

Storytelling? never even gave it a thought. “Interesting. Let me think about it, I might just consider it.”

“Take your time.”

I never knew just how serious you were. I ended up taking my time too well, with you.

To look back at it, it isn’t too bad of a decision to create something I could look back on and carry for the rest of my life. You were my serendipity, it would only lead me to fall deeper, and I know how much it’ll hurt when it’s finally time for us to part. 

So I guess, thank you, and fuck you for being so good to me, for leaving scars that would only burn when you were no longer in my reach. Your touch was my kryptonite, and your voice was my reason to force myself out of slumber. I’m so in love with you, but my pride would not allow me to. 

A part of me still bathes in guilt. I lost friends for you, for a future I could only dream about. 

“Where are you off to after college?” I tried to calm my pounding heart from the way your hand toyed with mine. 

You spread out my fingers, your thumb softly rubbing against them, “Still thinking about our movie.”

Our movie, that’s funny. “How about a little life plan?”

“You go first, then I’ll tell you mine.”

What was the point, Sungchan? “I have two paths laid out for me, one’s for character design, and the other’s free-lance, you know it.” your fingers glide against the skin at the back of my hand, and in a blink the warmth of your palm spreads throughout my body as it rests on my skin. 

“My turn, right?” you really had to pose it as a question, tilting your head at me, so obviously expecting an answer. I could only, and very languidly nod for I was getting myself drunk with your burning touch. “You know, I really want to work closer with you, so any decision I make, you’d probably see me at work.”

Perfection is a fucking lie. 

Again I’d find myself slumping on my bed, thinking about how easy it was for you to run past me. Now you had all these opportunities waiting in line for you. 

“They want me to act, do you think I’m fit for it? Do you think I can do it?”

If it’s that easy for you to leave, “Of course you can.”

It would’ve been nice if you were more honest, cause for a while you were drawing an outline of possibilities, possibilities of you and I, and not just me, me, me.

Until seeing you was barely a chance, I continued to refuse seeing through your honeyed gaze, afterall, I chose to love you too much, because either way, I had no choice but to let you go. 

Now I sit alone, writing books about the love I never had. Such a pitiful soul I am. I was even oblivious of the many details of this story, because we never talked beyond the trivial things, never about how our eyes longed for each other, or how our hands found each other’s skin that would sear from the sensation, the friction. 

You had moved out of town. I couldn’t bring myself to meet you at the train station for, possibly, the last time. I could only wish you luck through a poorly composed text message, three sentences long. 

the lovers by rené magritte 💌

sorry i couldn’t meet you today, but i wish you all luck in the world. you deserve whatever you have going for you. i’m gonna miss you.

my robbie 🥀

thank you y/n

i have a feeling i’m gonna miss you more hahaha

I had to leave you on read. This time I choose to just not look back. 

And it was for the better. It sure hurts to see you on Tv, to see you deny your dating history, “I’ve dated before, but I’ve never dated ‘the one’, needless to say, I wish I could meet her right now.” —I’ve read all the articles about that interview, that very statement of yours. How fascinating. Acting truly was for you. I could no longer see where we met in your eyes. 

I wonder if you’ve read any of my books, if you had wondered if I ever did pursue a career where I could make use of my illustrative talents —it got me nowhere, but you were right, I can tell a heck of a story, and so I told the world hundreds of them. 

Your foreshadowing of my future was a big stain I had to carry, and hide as an author. But I would keep writing without breaking even in the slightest bit. 

Because I only loved you. I only wished, but never fully hoped, never really tried. 

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“Hmm, are you sure you want this published?” 

“I’m not gonna have it out as is, of course I have to build characters. I just wanted your thoughts. It would make for a good novel, right?” 

You sat face to face with your publisher, Song Eunseok, to ask for his thoughts on this draft you made six years ago. 

“It would —but you know, I’m quite surprised.” Eunseok wore a smirk on his face, one you couldn’t quite read through. 

“Really? surprised?” a low chuckle escapes his mouth, very subtly shaking his head.

He had briefly glanced on the floor beside him, and when he looked back, almost all emotions he displayed were erased. “It wasn’t hard to tell you liked Sungchan, I knew, Minjeong knew.”

“Minjeong knew?” you almost lost your breath, heart racing from the tone of his voice alone. 

“Well, not until she was convinced. She’s just as stupid as you were —I mean, no offense, you’re great, but you’re also quite self-absorbed. Take it with a grain of salt, but it’s the truth if you ask me.” you watched him pour himself a glass of whiskey, and he’d pour you one too knowing you’d need it. “They broke up because of you.”

He’d repeat the same motion, shaking his head and humming when the lines on your face started to show more. “Didn’t any of them tell you?”

“Tell me what, Eunseok?”

“Sungchan liked you too.” and there you would take your first sip of liquor. “You truly were too lost, weren’t you? you didn’t even notice the way he looked at you, and how he talked about you. Just a shame he didn’t tell you after the storm died down.”

The storm, their break up, the demise of your dignity. “Why didn’t he tell me?”

“I don’t know what he had in mind, why don’t you ask ‘your Robbie’.?” you rolled your eyes at his laughter that followed. “Cute nickname, where did ‘The Lovers by René Magritte’ come from?”

Pouring yourself more of the liquor, you’d softly laugh at yourself, looking back at that bitter memory. “I showed him my favorite artworks, ‘The Lovers’ happened to be one of them, and he said it’s so beautifully made, like me.”

“That sucks.”

“I know.”

You both laughed over your wretched past, how pathetic and wrong you were. You were glad you could now see through more than your own lens, it's a whole other journey to discover and open yourself up to empathy, and it felt like contentment to finally reach it.

“You received it, right?” 

You looked him right in the eyes, smiling as you asked back, “The wedding invitation?” he hummed and nodded as an answer, “Of course. It’s what led me to finding that draft.”

He hummed again, head propped on his hands as he caught sight of your gaze, “We should go together, maybe we can ask Sungchan if he’s okay with the story.”

“And maybe we can get him to act for it when it’s turned into a movie.” his laughter grew louder, making you lightly hit his shoulder. 

“Well, at least he could fulfill his wish of making a movie with you.”

“Oh shut up.”

He was quite… the experience. A love that was pure misery. If he wanted to, he would’ve, right? So does it truly matter if he likes you then? 

You looked again at your draft, ink at certain spots were smudged, you remember being all tears as you wrote. 

Sungchan was not your greatest love, but you’ve got to admit he’d led you to a place where your passion could only grow stronger. You could say that sometimes you missed the way he felt on your skin, but it would be just the memories itself, and not him, not anymore. 

Perfection does not exist, and you had to go through all that trouble to convince yourself that it was him. 

Who could blame you? you’ve never met anyone like him, and you never will again. 

End.

just something very short and sweet for u :)) short question, is this a happy ending or not?

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How I Met Your Father. Epilogue [Appleradio, Radioapple]

Epilogue

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Lucifer finished applying make up exactly how he liked it and came out the bathroom, giggling. Alastor was already bathed, dressed and ready to come out at any moment, waiting for him as he read a book on his favorite seat near the chimney. Upon the twitching of his ears, he lifted his gaze and watched as Lucifer showed off the new dress he had conjured around himself.

A slutty tight blue one that looked almost black, with a wide boob windows to show off his cleavage at all times. To finalize the outfit, a purple boa over his shoulder. His pink hair was arranged on a tall ponytail that brushed against his small bat wings. He smiled with his newly finished black shiny lips.

"What do you think?" asked, making his voice come out high pitch one, almost like a chipmunk. "I saw it the other day online and thought, hey, Honey could wear that! It's exactly her style!"

"I can't deny that" Alastor send one of his tentacles to put the book back to it's place on the library and walked to Lucifer, taking one of his hands as he made him twirl, seeing every portion of his new chubby hot pink body. "Isn't a little too on the nose, my love?"

"That is the idea!" Lucifer locked his fingers with the hand of his husband, tiltind his head. "You said you felt like having her today."

"I did say that" said Alastor, holding up his hand and inclining a bit to kiss the backside. His thumb ran over the tiny delicate hand. Lucifer noticed the finger running over the absent wedding ring and almost bite his lip not to say anything about it. If he did, it could potentially ruin the entire night and that was the last he wanted. "I was just thinking of all the men I will have to punish for thinking you would look better without it."

"Oh?" Lucifer arched an eyebrow, taking his hand back to cup the cheek of Alastor. His tail swished behind him. "Would you be one of those men to think that way, babe?"

"Well, no" Alastor said simply, both his hand rubbing his sides. His forearm merely brushed against the considerable breast of Honey and Lucifer had a slight shiver down his spine. Oh, it had been too long since he took this form out to play, way too long. "If I want to see such a vision, I only have to ask nicely and hope my Honey feels generous that night. I don't have to waste my time in fantasies when I already have the real thing. Clothes or no clothes, it's always a pleasure to see her."

"That is right" Lucifer nodded, locking his arms around the neck of the radio demon. "And Honey doesn't want anyone else to see her like that anyway. She dress like it, but in reality she only wants to catch the eye of one single demon. A big tall handsome one obssesed with the color red."

Alastor, dressed up on a new red shirt over a different shade of red pants, chuckled at that.

"What if she already has his eyes, dear?" asked, his hand falling easily into the chubby waist of his other form. Everything about Honey was soft and cushy, inviting, like the best pillow anyone could ever dream to sleep on. "What would Honey do then?"

"Mmm. I guess she will have to test it out then" Lucifer kissed the corner of his smile and slipped his tongue over the lip until finding the center of his mouth and gave him a chaste kiss. "Make sure that it stays that way. Keep it interesting so he doesn't get bored."

"You offend me, my love" purred Alastor, kissing his forehead and brushing his bangs back. Lucifer had the sudden urge to take those fingers into his mouth and suck them up, just to see the look of surprise on Alastor. "I would never get bored of this."

Lucifer made a little whiny noise. Why did he have to look so good on a ponytail? So composed, so well put together? It made him want to make a mess out of him, but it was too early on the night for that.

"Okay, enough playing around" decided, breaking character and slipping into his real voice. He took one of the hands of Alastor and hold it on his, closing his eyes a moment to get into it. Plastering a happy smile, he spoke again. "Alastor, you look positively gorgeous tonight. Where do you plan to take to take me, sweetheart?"

Alastor took the cue, straighten up his jacket and offering his arm for Honey to cling to, which of course she did with a little giggle. The small gestures of old fashioned gentleman manners from Alastor got Honey in the moon, they were her favorite thing about dating the dangerous radio demon. One of the many that Lucifer had included on her profile.

"I was thinking on that place called Pitball near the center of the city. Do you remember it, doll?"

"The one that is really, really tall?" asked Honey, his eyes twinkling. It was always fun to see Alastor throwing guys out of the balcony, mostly because Alastor could see the fall and laugh when they inevitable splashed against the concrete.

"That one exactly" Alastor flashed a big smile as one of his tentacles open up the door.

On the two months since Alastor had returned to hell, his room had adquired a lot more color since then. Not only the chimney with a perpetual green fire, but the bayou where they usually took breakfast and many of their family pictures decorated the walls along with his own sketches for future duckies or toys to make. Finally the place wasn't looking so deserted and abandoned, even if, ironically enough, they were spending a lot less time on it. Who knew that actually helping out with an hotel could take work sometimes?

"Oh, I like the drinks there!" commented Honey, grinning with a double meaning. The bar being close to the center of the City meant that it gathered a lot of wealthy clients. People were used to get their way one way or another, no matter how much someone said no. A perfect recipe for a good time if one counted with the right companion. "And the music is usually nice to dance too!"

"Indeed, I thought so too" Alastor kept the door of the elevator open for him and close it once they were inside.

Honey clinged to his arm, making a not so subtle motion of rubbing his tits against the arm.

"Love" warned Alastor, but there was a note of humor in his voice. "Don't get greedy."

"It's your fault, you know" pouted Honey, puckering out his full lips. "You have been dating too much with that blue handsome demon and leaving me to wait your call. I missed you too, sweetie. I missed your touch."

Alastor arched an eyebrow. Lucifer was really hoping he wouldn't go for the easy "are you jelous about yourself" reply. That would ruin the immersion and although it wouldn't break it, it was always more fun when both players knew their rules without being told to.

"We only went on a pair of dates" pointed out Alastor. His claws brushed against the curvature of his chest, ever so slightly gracing the nipple underneath because Honey didn't even thought of wearing bra. Lucifer had actually tried to buy ones and none of them fit him or were comfortable enough to bother. "Hardly I would qualify that as too much, dear."

No, it wasn't. Usually he wouldn't ever bring up the dates with his other forms on any of their nights together, but the last two had been more annoying that he had ever cared to admit. Not the dates themselves, but how Alastor had taken to keep making him believe that was the night of his proposal. On the first one since he came back, Alastor had gone to his knees on their private corner and Alejando was ready to say yes on the spot. Only to turn out that he was picking up his monocle from the floor. Alastor had noticed everything and asked teasingly if he was expecting for something else. The second date, suddenly turn out that Alastor had some dirt on his shoe that he absolutely had to take care of by kneeling and then stand up as if nothing happened.

It wasn't limited to those dates either, that would have been too merciful. Time and time again, whenever Lucifer thought he would make the question, Alastor kept turning it around so it was nothing and every time Lucifer had to pretend he didn't care. Bury the dissapointment and the yes he wanted to scream from deep within his chest.

A part of him almost admired the hilarity of the situation. They have been married already, so one would think that the possibility of marrying again would be nothing but a mere formality, something esy to take care of and move on. And yet, he kept waiting for Alastor to take that step as if something terribly important depended on it. What exactly, he had no clue.

It was a stupid idea, but a idea that kept coming back to him and no doubt Alastor was perfectly aware of to keep using against him. The worst part was that, intentionally or not, the continuos prank was making him wait for the next day with a new excitement he didn't had in what seemed a long time. Maybe that day would be the one. The one where Alastor would have his whole speech prepared, present him with a temporary ring and put it on his finger with a promise that added to the many others they kept. If it wasn't, then there was always another tomorrow to look forward to. It was easier to get out of bed if he thought that Alastor wouldn't propose him if he stayed there.

That night, though, he didn't want to think of that. Alastor had wanted to take out Honey and Honey would be with him. Honey was a single mom of a beautiful baby girl she loved to gush to whoever would hear her, but marriage wasn't even a thought on her mind. To her just being around someone she liked was more than enough, without any other expectation but having a good time together. She had been hurt before so she knew what a bad partner was, making her ever the more grateful when she found one that treated her as she deserved.

"I still waited" said, squeezing the arm between his tits. Playing up the clingy side a little, but not too much, always played straight into Alastor's need to be the center of the universe. A small treat he didn't mind giving him. "I wanted to go out too, you meanie. I have been so lonely without your smile around."

"You did? Poor thing" Alastor chuckled and kissed his cheek, patting the hand gripping him. "Well, tonight is all yours, darling, and I don't plan to make you even think about nothing else but us."

Honey giggled and kept close, breathing the cologne Alastor was wearing for tonight. A delicate one that reminded him to a fire in a forest that rain couldn't keep quiet. Honey was just enjoying the attention however she could get it. Honey was a nice simple succubus with nice simple desires. A joy to be around with and be. He would get into his role and just let the night happen however it had to happen. If it happened, great, but if not, then that was okay too. That sounded like a feasible thing to do.

When the doors of the elevator opened up and they walked to the lobby, locking hand, Charlie had just entered with a tray full of snacks. She offered it first to Vaggie, who was making sure everyone had their own cup to drink, and then to Emily sat at the couch, scrolling away on her new obtained phone.

Lucifer had been frankly impressed with how well she was adapting to her life in hell. She still got shocked and disgusted by something or someone whenever she came out of the hotel, but everyday was a little bit less. The expected attacks of homesickness for heaven were becoming all the more rare.

Ever since finding out there was a library financed by the Goetia, she returned from there with a new book to devour and learn more about her new home almost everyday. Lucifer was almost sure that at that point she probably knew as much as he did, if not more, about the realm.

Learning something new seemed to be her cup of tea, so of course he encouraged it even more by giving her all the books she could want. More so after showing her the official adoption papers that would make her a recognizable Morningstar for the rest of hell. They were mostly a safety precaution so other demons wouldn't even dare to mess with her for fear of having the royal family against them. The sins had welcomed her to the family with the same warmth as they would have for any other hellborn, not minding at all where she came from.

Despite Emily being much older, Charlie took on her role as a big sister seriously by helping her out as much she could and Vaggie didn't took long either to accept her as a friend she could talk to on the regular. It wasn't all that easy all the time and Lucifer would have never expected that. But for whatever memory of Heavne that sometimes plagued her or any residual feeling of guilt or shame, there was more often than not someone willing to take her mind out of thing and get her back on her cheery disposition.

That night the bonding activity for the residents that Charlie had cooked up was a sleepover, which explained why everyone was on their pajamas and there was so many pillows and blankets around the couch area. A pile of boardgames was nearby waiting to be used as Husk prepared the white screen for them to project a movie.

"Hot, hot, hot!" announced Sir Pentious, bringing another tray with small bites of pizza to grab.

He reserved a especially cheesy one, slapping away the hand of anyone who tried to take it, to offer it to Cherri working on the projector.

Charlie put the tray on a small table and lifted her head, just in time to seeing her parents descend from it. Way too many times she had seen Honey already to be in any shock from that. To her not even the revealing clothing was an issue anymore because it was all part of the same disguise.

It wasn't the same for the other residents who haven't seen him like that before. Sir Pentious instantly averted his eyes as his boob window was going to shoot lasers anytime. Angel whistled appreciatevely.

"Oh, papa, are you going out already?" asked Charlie, after glaring at him. "The driver was waiting outside."

"Yep!" said Lucifer, regaining his natural voice for his daughter. It was just second nature to do it. "I will still have my phone on me, duckling, so if you need anything…"

"I will call you" finalized Charlie and gave him a squeeze when Lucifer reached to hug her. "Have fun, okay? But not too much fun."

They never shared the details of their dates. Charlie never asked either, and yet, she still was compelled to give them the same request. Whatever she didn't know couldn't hurt her, had decided Lucifer time ago.

Emily gasped and went out to see them go. Her own pajama was the duckie filled one that Lucifer had bough for her and he couldn't help to beam with pride at how unquestionable adorable she looked on it. Alastor had gotten her a deer themed one too, but that one was a little too warm for that night.

"You both look amazing" she commented, smiling up to Alastor. At the small nod of Alastor's head, granting her permission, Emily hugged him. They both had gotten better at the physical contact, receiving it or giving it, even if Emily still couldn't quite address them as parents yet. She never had parents before so it was hard get used to the mere concept. "In case I don't see you later. I have never been to a sleepover before, I am so excited!"

"The idea is that you stay up all night, sweetie" commented Lucifer, extending his arms with a pout that only Emily's hug could cure. He squeezed her some more until she started laughing softly and only then let go, addressing everyone else. "Everyone be nice to my little girls and don't do any pranks tonight, alright? I am looking at you, Angel!"

"Me? I wasn't planning to do anything" Angel smirked, popping up another snack into his mouth, sitting with Fat Nuggets on his lap. "But if I did, that would only be because that is what you are supposed to do in sleepovers. And Emily here surely would want the full experience, don't you, Sunshine?"

"Well, if it's part of the tradition on these events…" said Emily with a shrug and half smile, but Lucifer wasn't going to have it.

"No, nope. Everyone play nice!" insisted, putting his hand on his new hips. "Vaggie, you are in charge of keeping everything in order here."

"Sí, señor" accepted Vaggie, saluting.

The serious tone of her voice was quickly diminished by her amused smile. They had progressed from her calling him sir to señor now. Lucifer had no idea if that was truly progress or her just finding another title to avoid using his name, but dedicated her a small pout all the same. Someday she would get her.

"We are not teenagers, papa" said Charlie with a slight blush. "It will be fine."

"You could be a thousand years old and you are still going to be my duckling" declared Lucifer like it was the only truth worth knowing in the universe. He flapped his bat wings to kiss her cheek. "You too have a good time, sweetie."

Charlie nodded and giggled when Alastor gave her a kiss on her other cheek, giving her arm a squeeze before he followed Lucifer. Their driver was waiting for them in a white limo, which was their usual one but turned white to appear different, parked in front of the hotel. After presenting himself and indicating their destination, Alastor went on to hold the door open for Honey to slide in, only to traslate to Alastor's lap when the demon sat himself.

"Comfortable, dear?" asked Alastor as soon they started moving.

"Not yet" said Lucifer, turning around to straddle Alastor and then plop against him, nuzzling his face against the chest fluff through the fabric. Only then he exhaled heavily, relaxing. "Now we are talking."

Alastor wrapped his arms lazily around him. Lucifer's tail swinged content when he could feel the sharp claws of his husband move slowly on the space between his wings, that twitched ever so slightly. The backless area of his dress finished right at the point his tail started, giving Alastor plenty liberty to touch his skin up and down with no rush at all, enjoying of the tiny responses that could get out of him.

Lucifer kissed his clavicle, exposed barely by one button left open, but didn't went any further. Alastor let his chin rest on top of his head, between the small black horns of Honey, without looking more either. They had all night to do everything they wanted. The whole eternity actually. There was time to just enjoy the warm of his body against his, even though the fabric, the smell of his skin and the gentle, soft grumbling of white noise coming out of his center. All so distinctively, irrevocably Alastor with all the safety and comfort that it entailed, that he almost regretted when the limo stopped.

"Are you sure we can't just stay here?" asked, curling his tail around Alastor's wrist, knowing full well that wasn't the plan.

Alastor smirked, taking the extreme of the thin tail to brush his lips against the heart at the center.

"Nope" said simply, patting his back.

Lucifer sighed and cleared his throat, getting his Honey voice back. He kissed Alastor briefly and exhibited his pointy fangs in a wide smile.

"Showtime, sweetie!" He winked an eye as one black tentacle open up the door and Alastor came out first, taking his hand out to help him out.

The entrance of the club was heavily guarded with a large line of demons waiting to enter. Alastor just had to flash a smile to the bouncer for him immediately let them in.

"Oh, so impressive" cooed Honey, hanging from his arm. The few other people that were coming inside with them stepped aside, making sure to keep a considerable distance. Honey could feel their looks over her body, but they were quick and guilty ones, nothing worth noting. When they came into the elevator, they were the only ones there despite having the capacity for an entire group of 8. "Nobody messed with the radio demon before, but now no one even wants to try with the new King of Overlords. I feel so honoured that someone of your position decided to take along little old me" added with a chuckle.

"The pleasure is all mine, dear" Alastor beemed, not bothering to hide how much he liked the live terror that his mere presence caused now.

If Lucifer had known how much fun it could be, he would have proposed the new role ages ago, but he was aware that Alastor would have never accepted it if not for his own strenght. That was part of the reason why nobody was supposed to know about their real relationship, the one neither of them said outloud. Being defended by his husband in times of crisis could be alluring sometimes, but relying on it exclusively to gain respect was humilliating. Alastor now had earned command the attention he always wanted and Honey thought he looked all the more adorable for it.

"So" started Honey, purring against him "how it's going to be tonight, love? Am I going to be the helpless drunk Honey, the flirty Honey or maybe just want to dance to see what happens?"

"I feel on the mood to improvise" Alastor tilted his head, his smile flashing a dangerous tone for a second. Honey never missed those, they all stayed intrinstically tied on her memory as a reminder for what would come. "Considering the line outside, tonight seems it's going to be a busy one, darling. We will have no shortage of options to go through."

Lucifer relaxed a bit with that. If Alastor really only wanted to play, then he didn't have to concern himself with the possibility of a proposal or not. He could just play with his role. Honey was just a fun girl anyway, not really wife material for a man such as Alastor.

"If that is what my Overlord King wants" cooed Honey.

"You misunderstood, love" Alastor elevated her chin gently, so she would look into his red eyes. "It's what we want. The date of a king should indulge on her own desires as well. What is the point of dating a king then?"

"Mmm, I feel you wouldn't need dating any king to just do whatever you want" pointed out Honey with a little bit of Lucifer on her smile. Alastor arched an eyebrow, not disagreeing. She giggled with a shrug. "But if you said so, sweetheart."

Alastor perked up more when the elevator finally stopped and the doors opened up automatically. He walked inside and as soon as he did, every security camera exploded from the inside all at once. If anyone was casually taking pictures on any vecinity to their direction, their phones now were going to be completely useless.

Honey appreciated that the cameras themselves haven't exploded in such a way that caught fire and activated any potential smoke alarm, like on the first date when Alastor returned home. Now, instead, they just exhaled a little line of smoke from it's circuts getting instantly fried. A subtle work, but effective.

"Good job" murmured Lucifer, giving him a subtle nudge with his hips.

"Did you say anything, Honey?" Alastor smiled bigger, returning the movement on his direction, emphasizing the name. "I couldn't hear you because of the music."

"I said you look cute" pouted Honey, floating to kiss his cheek and grab his hand, taking him to the dance floor. "How did you know that cute men are my weakness?"

"Not a word people often associate with me" commented Alastor, following her along as most club goes made way for them as soon they recognized him.

That happened a lot more frequently after Vox had made his announcement with images of him taken by his drone, associating him with the nervous manic energy of the man as he relied everything Alastor had told him. He would hate to admit it, which is why he was never going to plan to do it, but letting the picture box show present him to the rest of hell had a much bigger and quick impact that he would have if he had stuck to radio only to start his broadcast like nothing happened. Ever since then, he did got a tone of new listeners too. Souls that were too curious to know more about him, aspiring to be overlord or overlords themselves wanting to know the competition.

Those that had a immediate rejection to his self acclaimed position had already being dealt with and their deaths transmitted for everyone to hear. It was almost like good old times before TV became so popular in Hell and Alastor was absolutely radiant about it. With such a beeming aura about him, it made it all the more easier to take all the looks and attention over her body without becoming self conscious about it. That is what they were supposed to be doing anyway. First look at the dangerous man she was with and then the literal eye candy with him. Neither of them could even hope to defeat the King of Overlords in a battle, but maybe their own insignificance could make them feel compelled to try to win over his date. At least, that is what they were counting for.

"Well, I have better eyes than everyone else then" commented Honey with a giggle, landing on the floor, balancing their hands joined together. "Show me a good time, darling" added with a wink.

Alastor grinned and tilted his head to the left. The music that was sounding on the speakers let out a brief record scratching noise, completely digitally, and changed into another song. Lucifer laughed out loud at recognizing it. One of the very first songs they ever danced together after marrying, when Alastor prepared a whole club on his palace because he found it impossible to get out, but still very much wanted the experience of dating like any normal couple.

"Oh, did you know this one, love?" asked Alastor, moving his feet and going forward as Honey adapted, swinging her hips. "I didn't know that your tastes were so diverse. Color me surprised."

"Oh, my grandpa used to listen to it" teased Honey with a toothy smile. "I guess that is what I get for going out with an older gentleman."

"Good taste is timeless, my dear" Alastor lifted her off the floor, bringing her with him as they turn in a circle and then pull her out to the full extend of his arm. "I even sometimes like things from before my time as testament of it. From way before I was born in Earth. Things so old they have been practically forgotten, with a golden shine that never dies."

"Oh, yeah?" Honey arched an eyebrow and Alastor chuckled, kissing it.

"I almost prefer it that way" commented, twirling her around and bring her over again against his chest. "Not everyone can appreciate a true classic."

Honey laughed at that, her blush turning her cheek on a darker pink than they were. The ability of Alastor to say an insult like a compliment and compliments like insults was something to admire.

"You do have such good eye, my sweet king" smiled Honey and hang from his neck as they twirled, talking to his ear, where no one could her. "What would you do if someone else happened to appreciate the same old things as you?"

"Rip their eyes out, of course" laughed Alastor. Still dancing, Honey knew he was taking notice of who was looking at him and who looked at his date, but his sight always returned at her. "And then fed them to my love."

Honey squealed, her feet light and the flapping of her wings too happy to care about the looks over her short skirt, the following of her curves, the thoughts that came accompanied with them. When the song finalized, Alastor let it come back to the previous selection with a simple head gesture and kissed the hand of a seemingly breathless Honey. She casually pushed the skirt of her dress down her thigh, even though it had stayed at the same level the entire time. Just in case someone else still haven't noticed.

"Something to refresh your throat, darling?"

"Oh, yes" said Honey, when suddenly a high pitch voice could be heard over the music.

"Is that you, Honey? Baby girl, where you have been? I haven't seen you in ages!"

Lucifer took a deep breath as another tall succubus came to them, with her own drink on hand. Honey regarded her with a smile.

"Alastor, nice to see you too" greeted the succubus, trying to give him a kiss on the cheek, but Alastor was faster on taking her hand and leaving a quicker one there. "Oh, come on, I wasn't going to feed off that!" She laughed, making a dismissive hand wave with a shrug. "Still so old fashioned! How is the King life treating you?"

"Wonderfully, dear. Never been better" Alastor's smile was as polite as ever, as he turned to Honey. "My love, you two can catch up while I go bring us some drinks."

"Oh, totally. Honey, baby, you have to come with us!"

That was the bad thing of choosing a succubus as another form, a detail that Lucifer didn't remember until it was too late. Succubus were naturally sociable with each other and it was weird not seeing them in big groups of friends. So whenever Honey came out, there was that exact risk of another one either recognizing her or wanting to talk with her. Not out of a desire to feed, but just to be among their own. They were usually nice and charming, as they had to be for their job, but Lucifer really would have chosen to not deal with socialization he wasn't prepared for beforehand.

As the tall succubus took his arm toward the other side of the club, where another bunch were talking and laughing on a couch, Lucifer tried to keep the smile up and not show his dissapointment. He was hoping this was going to be a thing between himself and Alastor, no one else.

"Hey, bitches, look who I just saw dancing to whatever that music was!"

The other succubus greeted Honey with kisses on the cheek and pats on the back, inviting her to sit with them.

"What the hell kind of music was that?" said another succubus. "Don't tell me that was Alastor?"

"Of course it was, who else?"

"I didn't know he could do that now! Hey, Honey, how strong he has become now? You certainly must know it."

When Lucifer had five pairs of eyes waiting for his response, he swallowed and threw a glance to the bar. He could barely make up the tip of Alastor's ears at the distance. Just because he had gotten better at worrying he was going to die again if he didn't saw him, didn't mean that having him close wasn't still his first choice.

"Oh, yeah, is incredible" said Honey, crossing her legs and pulling on her skirt down again. "You know, he was so strong already, but ever since coming back from the death is like nothing else can compare. He gets so cute when he takes his time too! One time he pulled out the guts of this guy and made him jump on it before choking him with one finger" She giggled, remembering the maniacal laughter of Alastor as he saw the life dissapear from that overlord.

The other succubus looked a bit weirded out, but what else could they expect from someone willing to date the radio demon?

"Yeah, real cute" said the first succubus, reclining over her. "So you don't know either how the whole resurrection happened?"

"Nope" said Honey with ease, shrugging. "He never told me a word. I don't really care either. I am just relieved that he is back. I… I really missed him when he wasn't here."

"You poor thing" offered the succubus at his side, patting her knee. "We didn't see you for so long, we were worried. How are you?"

"Oh, you know, I had my baby to distract me so it wasn't all that bad" Honey saw her hand trembling on her lap and she forced a bigger smiled on her face, hiding it under her leg. If he started talking about those horrible five months, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to stop himself. "But look, it doesn't matter now. He is back and better than ever! We are recuperating the lost time now. My baby girl was so happy to see him too!"

"Am I crazy or he has gotten hotter too?" asked another succubus, also looking in Alastor's direction. "Like, I don't know, more daddy than usual."

This was another thing about succubus finding each other. To them, just talking about how hot the partner of others were was the same as talking about a painting on the wall. Normally he would understand that and let it go, but tonight that comment was doing something else.

"What do you mean?" asked Honey innocently, burying her manicured nails on the couch.

"No, no, I get it" laughed the tall succubus. "The new title really suits him. I bet he has also changed in bed, hasn't he, sweetie? With all that new power, he must be an entire feast now. Are you sure he still is a big no on the threesome idea?"

"On fourthsome" added another succubus.

"Or… whatever the word is for five" said another.

"Did you all saw his giant demonic form? Now that is a true monster I would like to tackle."

All of them laughed and they weren't being mean, they were just joking around, and Honey would know that and laugh along. She just had to say that no, Alastor haven't changed his mind about that or that she didn't want that and they would let it go for the rest of the night, as easy as that. But Honey wasn't the one who raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

The music on the club stopped. All the music stopped. Mouth stayed still on the middle of phrases. The group of succubus were equally paralyzed, like someone had made a photograph of that moment. Lucifer covered his eyes with his hands and groaned loudly.

"Dear?" asked Alastor, materializing in front of him. "Are you okay?"

"I just need a second" said, taking a deep breath. After a bit, he exhaled again and looked at Alastor, making a hand gesture to the other succubus. "They were talking about fucking you. Again."

"They always do that, love."

"I know" grunted Lucifer, squeezing his brow. "I just don't want to hear it tonight. I don't want to share you. I told them thousands of times already."

Alastor chuckled.

"Did you get jelous for that, my darling?"

"And what if I did?" Lucifer lifted his gaze with a glare and blushed when realizing that Alastor was absolutely delighted with his response. Looking to a side, he sighed again. "I will send them away. Go back where you were."

"Are you sure?" Alastor, still with the same pleased smile, reached out to caress his cheek. Lucifer leaned towards the warm touch. "We could also go home if you don't feel up to it."

"No!" said Lucifer, a bit too quickly. That was exactly the last thing he wanted. He took the hand of Alastor with his and nuzzled his knuckles. "No, babe, I want to stay. I do. Just not with this on top."

"Very well" Alastor inclined to kiss his forehead. He stayed there to add: "I heard some demons in suits talking about you already. You certainly attracted a lot of looks."

"Yeah?" Lucifer grinned. "Should I go to them or wait for them to come for me?"

"They will go to you if they think I am not around" Alastor smiled, lifting his chin. "They might offer you a drink. You know what to do, don't you, darling?"

Lucifer nodded, more calmed down now.

"I got this" said, patting his thighs. "Now move that ass, babe, and let me do my magic."

Alastor laughed, ruffling his pink hair before he summerged into his shadows. Lucifer followed the direction of the black spot. When Alastor appeared again at the bar, on the exact same spot he was before, he send him a thumb up and Lucifer chuckled, sending him a playful wave.

"Alright. I am sorry, girls, today is not your tonight but mine" said, standing up and touching the forehead of every one of the succubus, drawing a golden sigil that quickly got absorbed in their heads. "You are all tired of this club and want to go to the next, to later go home safely in taxis with the money you forgot you had in your pocket. You had a good talk with Honey and have nothing to worry about her. Also, Alastor still wants nothing to do with any of you and only likes Honey. Understood?"

The group of succubus nodded their head slowly in unison. He did feel a bit bad for cutting their fun shortly, but they weren't going to be fans anyway of what Alastor wanted to do. Lucifer lowered his hand, making all of them blink at once, and snapped his finger. Immediately the club regained it's previous life and the tall succubus groaned.

"I am done with this place" commented, finishing her drink and leaving the glass on a table nearby. "What do you all say?

"Yeah, I think I had enough too."

"Totally, there is no good food here."

They all agreed and gave Honey a quick hug, kissing her cheek and wishing her a good night. Honey lamented that they couldn't talk some more. Lucifer conjured up money that almost bursted out of their pockets as he let them go, waving them as she decided to wait.

Once they were all gone, Honey relaxed on the couch, playing with her hair until a demon sat to her side with two glasses. He had a suit, but who knew if it was the same demon Alastor was talking about or another different entirely. Either way, she looked at him up and down with the same welcoming smile. He had already two glasses full on his hands.

"Hey" said the demon.

"Hey" greeted, twirling a strand of hair. "I am sorry, sweetheart, I didn't came alone tonight. Is that glass for me?"

"Oh, I saw" The bird demon grinned. "You looked thirsty and I didn't see your date anywhere, so I thought I could give you a hand. You are too hot to be on your own."

"Oh, I can take care of myself" Honey pouted, putting her hands to a side, in such a way that she squeezed her chest together. The demon wasn't even attempting to be subtle as he stared, licking his beak. "But thank you. You seem like a good catch too. Did you came alone?"

"With some friends. They are there" The demon pointed his chin to another point of the club, a group of demons that were trying and failing to keep tabs on them. When they realized she was staring back, they all smiled and waved on her direction, something that Honey returned with a wink. "Aren't you going to drink? It's going to get warm later."

Lucifer almost rolled his eyes at the total lack of subtly. At least try to make it look more legit, play a little, make it more interesting. But this guy reeked to rich guy used to get everything served on his hand barely doing anything for it, so probably he would see it as a waste of time.

"Oh, I don't know" said Honey, throwing a glance to Alastor that was still at the bar, his back turned to her. "Are you sure you don't prefer to give it to another girl?" offered, even though he wasn't actually going to let him do it. If he did moved on, Lucifer would make him trip to throw whatever he was carrying and later point him for Alastor to find anyway. "I don't know if my date would like it."

"Well, that guy isn't here" The demon bird also looked back for a second before turning with a slightly more tense smile. Honey's jaw squeezed tight. Guy your ass, jackass. That is a king you are talking about. "That is why you should drink it before he comes back. Live a little, baby, there is nothing wrong with that."

"Mmmm" Honey pouted, thinking about it for an entire second before she smiled again. "Okay! I am thirsty. One drink can't hurt, right?"

"Yeah, exactly, cutie" He put the drink on her small hand and didn't drink from his, waiting for her.

Good grief, was he terrible at this. Was this his first time or he had done it so much that he didn't even bother with a good script anymore? Either way, Lucifer wasn't going to feel bad for what happened to him after. Honey drank the entire glass, feeling that distinctive flavor that didn't correspond to the drink alone. She licked her lips and smiled sweetly to him, reaching a hand to caress the feathers that surrounded his face.

"Pretty birdy" cooed.

Only then did the jackass drank his own glass and accomodated expanding his legs.

"Yeah, you liked that, baby? Why don't you come closer so I can hear you better?"

"Oh? Sure, why not" Honey giggled, trusting, sweet Honey as she crawled closer and pressed her breast against his arm. "Oh, you are so strong" She giggled, giving his arm-wing a little squeeze. He wasn't going to have not even the dream of a chance with arms like those. Did his stupid friends put him up to this? Lucifer had to imagine that. That or he was just that stupid. Not that it was going to make any difference anyway. "Would you fly me away if I asked you to with those arms?"

"Babe, I can do so much more for you" The demon chuckled and reached forward to kiss Honey's neck, as she let out small giggles. "Come closer."

"I am close…" said Honey and was surprised when the guy actually lifted her up from the couch to sit on his lap. "Oh" said, as if impressed with his strenght. She smiled, putting her arms around his neck. "Like what? What else can you do for me?" She smiled wider against his shoulder. "Are you going to scream for me? I love it when they scream."

"What did you say?" The jackass must had assume he heard badly, but in any case his hands didn't stopped. From the top of his back went down his spine, but those fucking feathered hands were greedy and quickly went to his ass, squeezing it like there was nothing stopping him from it.

The moment he did that, Lucifer was not surprised when he heard the violent noise of feedback coming from every speaker on the club and the sudden explosion of multiples phones. Honey turned around to see Alastor standing there, his antlers big and his face turning large in mid transformation, mouth drooling with hunger.

"Hey, sweetheart" greeted Honey, smiling sincerely now. "I missed you. He gave me a drink that tasted funny. You were taking long."

"Apologies, dear" The radio dials on Alastor didn't lose sight of the bird demon.

A couple of tentacles coming out from shadows at each side lifted Honey and sat her gently a little away on the couch, patting her head. Honey giggled and gave a kiss to one of the tentacles before they dissapeared again.

"He has his friends there, sweetie" added Honey, pointing at the group with her head.

They all looked paralyzed in place. Two of them moved away from their table and tried to run to the elevator. Without even turning his head, Alastor send tentacles to grab them by their ankles and hang them in the air. The others followed the same fate.

"Thank you, darling" said Alastor, towering over the bird demon as he puts his claws at each side of his feathered head, cracking on the wall behind him. The whole club seemed to be containing their breath all together, as the radio static grew stronger like the growl of a beast at the distance. "Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

"He-e-hey, man, it's okay" said the bird demon, lifting his arm. Everything on him was shacking like a leaf on a storm, even his voice. "She was the one coming on to me, okay? She was begging me for that drink. Maybe you should look at your date first instead of looking at others. I didn't do anything."

"Nuh uh" said Honey, reclining on the sofa.

"Yes, you did, don't you remember? I was just passing along and you begged me to come here" the voice of the demon was turning high pitch as he spoke quicker, like that was going to slip his words faster into Honey's brain to become the absolutely truth.

If that stupid drink had any effect on her, that could have worked. They were, after all, created to make people susceptible to almost any suggestion.

"Nope, I don't remember that" Honey giggled. "You are such a bad liar."

"She started it all, man, look at her."

"He called you guy" added Honey with a pout and this time Alastor did look at her, twisting his neck. "You are not only guy. You are my big bad radio demon and a king. Not guy. He is guy, not you."

A second of silence passed as Alastor looked at her and Lucifer smiled back, pressing his lips together as if to send him a kiss. The static noise became even louder than it was for a instant. Many people covered their ears or their whole heads to try to defend themselves of it, without any result. A few started scurring away to the elevator. On the blink of an eye, Alastor grabbed the demon bird from the neck.

"My little queen has spoken."

That was the start of the massacrer. Honey at first stayed at the couch as she saw it all, conjuring some snacks for herself. Nobody was paying any attention to ask themselves from where she took the snacks anyway, trying to run away from the splashes of blood or viscera that were flying everywhere. The bird demon and his friends begged the entire time, but all of their words and crying fell to deaf ears.

When she finished with the bag of snacks, Honey walked calmly to a nearby trash bag and found a table nearby to sit at, conjuring a sweet drink on a newly made glass to see the whole show.

"Hey" called a demon, who somehow had escaped from the blood, slipping on the seat at her side. "I can bring you a new drink if you want, cutie."

"That is my boyfriend and if you touch me or anyone without consent after tonight, you will be next" having said that, Honey grabbed his tie and brought him down to barely brush her lips against his cheek. A tentacle instantly took the demon away and she waved him goodbye. "He will find you if you respawn and do that shit again!"

Honey took out the little bag with pills she had stolen from the guy and the bird demon, putting them all on his glass to let them melt until they were nothing but black stains at the bottom. At least those weren't going to hurt anyone anymore.

"Hey."

Honey just had time to stare at the new guy for a second before he was also dragged, joining the little espectacle of Alastor. She chuckled to herself. Maybe that one didn't even had pills with him, it didn't mattered to Alastor anymore.

"You look so hot, baby!" encouraged Honey, the static becoming distorted in response. "I love you too!"

She kicked her feet under the table, sighing content as Alastor was finishing to decorate the walls with was left of those guys, as a warning for no one to forget what happened for the rest of the night. Once the static calm down and the music slowly came back, Alastor went back to his original form, fixing his tie. He made his way towards the table of Honey and reached over it to kiss her cheek. He was spotless, except for the traces of blood all over his face.

"Let me" said Honey, pulling up a napkin from her purse to clean him up. Alastor did let her, sitting at the tall chair at her side. "There we go, that is the face I like to see" cooed, taking her chance to kiss him again. Her wings fluttered behind her when he looked back at her with a softer smile. This was the part that she liked the most out of these dates. Not the blood and violence itself, but this, seeing Alastor so relaxed and pleased like a cat under the sun. No matter what he said about how other people percieved her, he looked cute like that. Adorable even. Something she wanted to see the rest of her life in hell. "Did you had fun, sweetie?"

Alastor nodded, lifting up his other hand.

"Can you open this one for me, dear?" said, leaving a severed head on the table. "I think he was hiding another one of those pills, but something got stuck and it won't open."

"Aw, baby, got tired already?" said Honey, incapable of not slipping some teasing note there. She still did opened up the mouth of the head as Alastor was making a gesture for a waiter to come bring him a drink.

One did came rushing to attend him and just as quickly she came, she was away for Alastor to see Honey staring down. The jaw of the deceased gave away easily.

Honey lifted her eyes to him for a second before returning where they were. Not the head, the mouth or the tongue, but specifically the golden ring that was left at the center of the tongue. Honey picked it up with a trembling hand and gasped when realizing that it was definitely real, too solid for it to be her imagination.

"You…" Lucifer looked at Alastor and started laughing, a few tears running down his cheek. "You are so fucking gross."

Alastor grinned wider, taking the ring from her fingers to take her hand, kissing her finger.

"Honey, would you…"

"Yes" said Lucifer and blinked. "Oh, wait, did that ruin that? Sorry, didn't mean to. Try again."

Alastor laughed crinkling his eyes, soft and sincere. Lucifer grabbed to his chair to stop the impulse of jump at him right there. Alastor squeezed her hand between his and did try again.

"Honey, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Lucifer smiled, so big that he could swear it was going to split his face in half, and only after a second did he realized he still haven't said anything.

"Yes" said again. He saw through some new tears Alastor put on the new ring on him. On his favor, the ring wasn't wet with saliva, blood or anything. Alastor must have taken care of completely drying the mouth before pulling that manuever. It was pristine gold with engravings of antlers surrounding an apple that could look as a heart for the majority of peple. "Oh, Alastor" sighed with his Honey voice, now floating from his chair to the other to hug him tighter, pespering kisses all over his face. "I was so nervous. You dick."

"I know" Alastor hugged him back, accomodating him better.

"Asshole" Honey found his mouth and kissed it over and over, running her fingers through his hair. "I love you."

"I love you too" Alastor whispered on her ear and she perked up.

The small gathering of people around that were close enough to see what happened applauded. Alastor growled at them, but that didn't stopped the staring. Lucifer grabbed to his shirt with tense hands, suddenly way too aware of all the eyes on them.

"Congratulations, sir! Here is your drink, courtesy of the…" said the waiter, not even finishing the sentence before one of the tentacles grabbed the drink before darnkness pulled them away from them.

When he saw light again, Lucifer realized they were at the superior level of the club, on a couch. Up there the majority of people were minding their own business, either fucking on the side or high enough to reach Heaven on their own.

"Thank you" murmured, relaxing again.

"No problem" Alastor kissed his temple.

Lucifer breathed in and out a couple of times to clear his mind. He contemplated his hand, the one with the ring that wasn't really his.

"Wait, I am confused" said, lifting up his eyes. "Why did you wait until I was Honey?"

"Because Honey is untraceable" Alastor explained, brushing his pink hair gently. "I can talk about my wife all day long and they could never use her against me, because they don't know who she is. Don't get me wrong, darling. I still think the secret is important" added, taking the pink hand to kiss it the ring. "But I really liked to say my husband outloud without concerning myself with who could be hearing. I can even talk about my beautiful little fawn and people won't think of Charlie thanks to your backstory."

"But I am your wife" pointed out Lucifer.

"And husband" added Alastor. "I am marrying Alejando too. And Lucifer" said, looking to kiss his lips before he could make any more questions. "And every other facet of you you ever want to make. I want everyone to know they are all mine, every single one of them. There is no rules against polygamy here in hell so nobody will care."

"But we are having one wedding, right?" Lucifer tigthen up his lips when Alastor just looked at him with a half lid blank stare as a response. "You are the one who is talking about marrying multiple people, it's a valid question!"

Alastor sighed.

"Yes, one wedding is enough, love" said with the same tone he would have for a not so brilliant child.

"Dick" Lucifer huffed as he laid against Alastor. A smile spread across his face as he saw the ring. His hand finally felt complete again..

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When they returned to the hotel, everyone had already succumbed to slumber on top of the bunch of mattress they had prepared around the couch. Only Niffty was sleeping on top of that one, turning and rolling in her sleep as she muttered about stabbing things. Alastor put her weighed blanket on top of her, that had slipped to the floor, and that seemed to finally calm her down.

"Aww, so cute" commented Lucifer, back on his original form, floating above everyone to cover them up with their respective blankets as well. When he came to Charlie and Emily, he smiled at seeing the duckie hairclip still on their heads. They still weren't trending in Hell, but someday perhaps, if they kept using them. He took them out carefully to put them on the table.

"Mmm" came out a soft murmur as Emily opened up an eye, feeling the movement between her hair. "Lucifer? Alastor?"

"Yes, dear?" asked Alastor, lifting her blanket with tnetacles until under her chin.

"I was just resting my eyes a little" said Emily, moving her head lazily to change position, eyes closed again. Lucifer took her phone laying at her side to put it on the table, next to the duckies. "I was the last to sleep… Did I win the sleepover?"

"Yes, of course" said Lucifer, inclining to kiss her forehead. "Tomorrow you can have anything you want for breakfast as a reward."

"Yay…" Emily yawned, curling up around herself. "Good night, you two."

"Good night, dear" Alastor turned off the last lights that were on in the lobby and Lucifer disconnected the projector, leaving them in total darkness.

They still made their way back to their room. Tomorrow they could announce the proposal properly.

[xxsycamore]

One Hot Love

╰┈➤ 📸 Because we're not ready to let go of summer just yet.

Fenrir Godspeed x Main Character + Fenrir/Alice/Ray/Sirius/Luka/Seth • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Polyamory; they're all dating; but focus is on fen/alice; Beach Sex; Road Trips; modern elements; i gave them cars and car radios basically; Skinny Dipping; Water Sex; Vaginal Sex; getting caught; Outdoor Sex; Banter; Black Army polycule • wordcount: 1,780 • masterlist

a/n: That was me paying homage to the passing summer WHAT HAPPENED, WHY COUDN'T I POST THIS ANY SOONER? Anyway, One Hot Love by Makoto Matsushita was THE summer song for me this year, and at one point it aligned with my ikerev nostalgia so here we are... always wanted to write a black army polycule <3

"Man, that song is stuck in my head now. Putting the only CD we could find on repeat was no doubt better than going the whole drive without any music on, but…"

"What are you talking about, you could have listened to Seth's melodic voice instead~!" Alice gawks, a hand over her heart in a display of affection that seems to be aimed at riling Fenrir up. Though, knowing how the 10 of Spades has her head over heels for him, Fenrir won't be surprised if that's her genuine reaction to listening to the man's monologues for four hours straight. And despite that they all love Seth, Fenrir is sure that in this aspect Alice is alone.

They came here with the rest of the officers and the King to check out what was reported to be a group of disciples from the Magic Tower disrupting the peace around the coast. Ray insisted on checking it out personally and the others kind of tagged along and from there it turned into a (work) road trip.

"Uhuh. Either way, boss looked like he's seconds away from taking the gun from my holster and aiming it at the car radio."

"He wasn't even the one driving, though… Was he too sleepy or something? We did get here only after it got dark yesterday but I thought it wasn't past his bedtime…"

"Pfft, sounds like him! But no. I know what got him so worked up but I won't tell ya~"

"Feeeeen! C'mon!"

Stopping in her tracks for a second, Alice lets out a deep sigh when the Ace just keeps taking long strides across the sandy path, refusing to satiate her curiosity. Letting out a loud "Hmph!" that falls on deaf ears due to the sea breeze surrounding them, Alice dashes forward to join Fenrir's side again, and keeps the pace until he's the one walking behind her instead.

A harsh and sudden gust of wind blows by, and Alice all but feels her uniform skirt flying upwards.

"Eeek!"

"Ohh, so you're wearing the pink ones! Nice!"

Putting her hands protectively on her rear as if they aren't the only two people on this beach to begin with, and as if Fenrir didn't just see everything there is to see, Alice throws him the best mean look she can muster before slowing her step so they're side by side again.

"Sorry for teasing ya. I promise I won't cheat if you want to play guess the panty color with the others tonight."

"It's really not about that!!" The focus of Alice's bewilderment quickly shifts from his ridiculous logic to the way he stops her right there and then for a kiss, full on the lips and tasting like the minty ice cream they shared awhile ago. She finds herself savoring his sweet lips, feeling the sun's warmth engulf them fully now that they stopped in their tracks.

"Ya know, I could really go for a swim right now."

Seems like he's not the only one feeling hot now.

"Just like that? Isn't the water cold…"

"One way to find out." Fenrir grins boyishly, the same smile she once fell for, and then kept falling for every day since then. Before she can even blink, Fenrir is already pulling his hoodie over his head and walking in the direction of the shore. Following the rush of wildness, Alice is no different as she gives into the moment, stripping down to her underwear. At least she diligently folds her clothes before putting them down on top of one of the nearby rocks, even if it means Fenrir would beat her at getting to the water first.

"Woohoo! Alice, come here! The water is perfect!"

Losing no more time to join Fenrir, Alice gives up on her cautious approach and lets the waves splash against her as she runs towards them, even when they make her squeal.

"Liar! It certainly is at least a little bit cold…"

"I gotcha."

Before she can complain more, Fenrir enfolds Alice in his toned arms from behind, acting like a big blanket.

"Fen… you're not wearing any underwear…"

"Yeah? Are you?"

Alice shivers as he runs one hand down to check, but the touch is more than welcomed, to her own surprise. She turns around in his arms and places hers around his neck, looking at his deep magenta eyes.

"Remember what you promised me a few months ago? About the next time we go to the beach together?"

"That I'm gonna finally have my way with you in the water like I always fantasized about? Why are you smirking at me like that now?"

Being called out on it, Alice's grin only transforms into a series of chuckles that she tries to hide against Fenrir's broad chest, hoping that he'd get the idea already.

"Alice, mind if I check once more if ya still wearing those pink panties? Just to make sure."

"F-Fen-!"

Receiving her affirmation in the form of her arms tightening their hold around his shoulders, Fenrir's calloused fingers find their way down the curve of her ass and between her legs. They slip under the thin material, crawling inside to find her dripping sex.

"Haah-"

"Still making sure, hold on."

His touch ghosts over her folds, his other hand joining on her front to stroke her clit inside her panties.

"What were ya asking about my promise to you?"

"Do you…think us coming here today counts? Ahh-"

Rubbing on her aroused nub with no remorse as if determined to make her explode on his fingers in mere seconds, Fenrir uses the proximity to the fullest as he nibs Alice's earlobe playfully.

"Do ya want it to count, Alice?"

It's a silly question, with how far they've already gotten. When they're together, it's always hard to say who started things first. The firm erection pressing flush against Alice's belly tells her they're not leaving the water without one last unforgettable summer memory.

"Make it count. I want you so bad."

"Hah! You finally said it." Fenrir chuckles, leaving a trail of wet kisses across her nape all the way to her lips, capturing them with his.

It serves as a distraction as he picks her up, making her instinctively wrap her legs around his torso.

"Hold on tight, Alice. I'm not stopping 'till you're seeing stars."

Running her fingers through the unruly locks at the base of his neck, Alice groans as she feels him guide the tip in, letting gravity do the rest as she sinks down on his girthy length with delight.

"Gods- Why haven't we done this before-"

"That's what I was asking! Ahhh- Fuck, Alice. I want you everywhere, all the time, what are you doing to me?"

Alice's hearty laughter is interrupted by the erratic moans ripped out of her throat by Fenrir's deep thrusts, and she knows perfectly how he feels.

"You can have all of me, Fen! I want you so bad! Ahhh-"

Moving her body up and down on his length at a rapid pace, Fenrir kisses every part of Alice he can put his lips on, her sun-kissed shoulders, her arms sprinkled with small seawater drops that are salty on his tongue, her nape with the sweet strawberry scent of her shampoo mixing with the sea breeze.

Alice sinks her nails into his shoulder blades, knowing how much he loves it when she does that, and lets herself go; the orgasm rushes through her body like a lightning strike, pleasure spreading hotly from deep inside her and making her whole body glow in ecstasy. She opens her eyes while throwing her head back, and takes in the endless blue sky above.

Fenrir keeps thrusting into her, making water splash around them as he whispers how close he is, how good she feels around him - and then he brings her down on him hard one last time, keeping her flush to him before filling her with his warmth.

With the cease of movement, they can finally enjoy the kisses they can't hold back from giving each other, the rustling of the sea drowning the little moans of afterglow that escape their thirsty lips. Suddenly feeling giddy again, Fenrir holds her up a little more and makes a little spin in the water, enjoying the girly squeal she lets out. It's only when she is turned to face the shore that she notices.

"Oh my god, that's Sirius and the guys!!"

"Huh?" Fenrir looks over his shoulder and indeed, he can see the figures of one man with his arms crossed on his chest and another three standing not far behind him. "Should we wave at them?"

"Hell no! C'mon, let's go!"

***

"We already ate without you, by the way."

"What?! Noooo! I'm never going patrolling with Fenrir again!"

While Alice laments the loss of her lunch, Seth is already there to squeeze himself between her and Fenrir the very second Alice lets go of Fenrir's hand.

"But Alice!~ Your knight in shining armor is here to save you from the brute, and he even packed you leftovers! I'm not letting my Alice die from hunger like that. Oh my, your face is so hot! Why haven't you put sunscreen on?"

"There he goes again…" Fenrir frowns, resorting to joining Ray's side instead, the latter patting his shoulder sympathetically. Returning the gesture by bringing his arm around Ray's shoulders in turn, Fenrir notices the label sticking out of Rey's uniform shirt.

"Oh? What do we have here?"

Upon tucking it back for him, Fenrir sees something curious and pulls a little more on the fabric, leaving a confused Ray as the group stops in their tracks.

"Hey Boss, since when are your initials S.O.?"

Seth is the first to grin knowingly, chiming in. "And aren't your sleeves a little too long?"

Luka inspects the truth of those remarks, blinking in question. "A mishap with the laundry?"

Seth trades his dear Alice's presence for that of Luka's, just so he can lean down and whisper something in his ear, shielding it with his hand while looking directly at Ray.

"That's- Hey. You two better keep your mouths shut, or- And Fenrir, we haven't finished with you yet. We talked about this."

"What? Fucking on the clock? Like hell we're the only ones doing that. Besides,"

Fenrir arrives at Alice's side again, wrapping an arm around her waist for emphasis."…That's what summer's for. Having fun."

Alice blushes, attempting to make things better even if she's just as guilty.

"Fen, it's hardly summer anymore. But… I think you can blame our love for that.

"That's one hot love, then!"

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[slinket]

Smutmas Day 8

Prompt: Touch me and you lose

NSFW

MC wanted the world to be fair, as much as it could be, which is why she was alway so upset with Professor Sharp and his treatment of Ominis.  It was ok to have high expectations despite the disability, but it was not ok to have those expectations if you as a teacher are unwilling to adapt your teaching to better help the student.

Ominis couldn't see the ingredients or read the labels.  Nothing was written in braille.  While Ominis was able to identify some things by their smell or feel, it was often dangerous to sniff or touch several ingredients, which left him at a huge disadvantage.  Ominis couldn’t compare to a regular sighted student because he wasn’t being given a way to learn that ‘overrode’ his inability to see.  

He should have been assigned something like an interpreter.  This person would not be able to help Ominis in any way, just level the playing field.  The assigned person could be expected to read labels, just the names, no information about what the item did (unless other students were also given that information.)  This helper would be able to make a statement regarding the color of the potion - ‘the potion has become purple’ - Ominis would still be expected to know what the purple color meant, but he had to know first that it had become purple.  

Basically, Ominis was being screwed out of his education, and possible future opportunities because his Professor refused to accommodate him.  It really pissed MC off.  She knew Ominis didn’t like talking about his disability, or even admitting that his blindness did cause him some problems.  MC thought he should talk about it more though.  There was nothing wrong with him intellectually due to the blindness, and it was unfair that some of his grades may have reflected as though he was ‘slow.’  No, she wasn’t going to stand for it anymore.  He worked his ass off, was a great friend and person, and she would do what she needed to do to make sure he was treated fairly.  

MC gave a few impassioned speeches to Ominis’s professors, several of them agreeing with her, and would look into adapting the material so he had better access.  The one person who refused to bend though, was Sharp.  Potions was already a hard subject for Ominis, but it being so reliant on sight really made it nearly impossible for him to compete academically.

She scheduled another appointment to speak with Sharp again, this time making it late at night.  It was time to put her plan into action.  She arrived a bit early for the appointment, wearing her tightest clothing under her robe.  If she couldn’t Sharp to agree to treat Ominis better, she would blackmail him into it.

When Sharp arrived, he found her sitting on his desk awaiting him.  Rather than unsettle her, he sat down in the chair the student would usually take.  He looked up at her, forcing a smile.

“Another meeting, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Oh Professor Sharp, I am here to speak to you about Ominis again.”

“MC, I already told you, I will not be allowing any advantages in this classroom.”

“It wouldn’t be an advantage - you would be making things fair and possible for him.”

“My answer is still no.”

MC furrowed her lips.  She shifted on the desk, removing her robe, and showing off her tight clothing.  Watching Sharp follow her movements with his eyes, she brought her feet up onto the desk, and spread her legs apart.  Sharp’s eyes dipped down quickly to see her exposed pussy.  MC saw his eyes go wide, and he looked up at her before turning away.

“Oh, you can look, Professor Sharp.  I want you to look.  I am here, specifically for you to look.”  MC slid her hand over to her leg, running her finger over her thigh before tracing it down to her lower lips.  

Sharp turned back to look at her, his eyes falling directly at her open legs.  He swallowed hard.  “Why are you doing this?”

“See, Ominis is my best friend, and I would do anything to make sure he is treated fairly.  I love him dearly.  If I can use my body to help him live a better life, I will do so willingly.”

She took two fingers and ran them up and down her pussy lips.  She then opened her lips apart with the fingers, allowing Sharp to see inside of her.  The glistening skin, pink and warm, her opening being visibly small, letting him know how tight she would be, should he ever be lucky enough to get inside.

“I am going to let you watch while I touch myself.  You are welcome to pleasure yourself as well, but touch me and you lose.  In response to this gift, you will start treating Ominis and his education in the way that I demand.  If you don’t, I will go straight to the headmaster and tell him all about how you took advantage of me.”  She dipped a finger inside of herself, pumping it in and out slowly, listening to Sharp’s breathing change.  

“We both know that while you may have some misgivings about this - Black won’t, so if I offer him the same deal - fire you and he can watch me - he will take the win.  So, I suggest you just enjoy yourself.”  

Sharp nodded, his eyes never leaving her pussy.  He reached down to his pants, pulling his already pulsing cock out, and wrapping his hand around the base.

“Oh, look at that, how large you are Professor.  You see my tight little hole?”  She pulled her finger out, letting him look inside of her once again, “I think that as long as you uphold your part of the deal, I may let you slip that monster inside of me.  You would stretch me so well, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, I would shove myself completely inside of you, I would tear you apart, and you would love it.”  His hand started pumping, and at each upstroke Sharp would run a finger across the head, pulling his dripping pre cum down over his shaft.

They continued this way for a bit, MC playing with herself, even allowing Sharp to guide her motions.  He really loved watching her play with her clit, running her finger over it in circles and then watching her core clench over nothing, like it was begging him to fill it.

He kept his hands to himself, never touching her, just stroking himself, thrusting into his hand as he brought himself closer to explosion.

“Professor - You’re going to start treating my Ominis better now, yes?”  MC asked him once again, knowing that he was reaching his height of pleasure.

“He will be given anything that will help him in passing.”

“Ohh, good boy.  Come here.  You still can’t put your hands on me, but I want you to press the tip of your cock right here.”  She pushed her finger into her core.  “Don’t push inside, but I will allow you to cum right on my hole.”

Sharp was standing in front of her within seconds, his cock pressed right up against her, making sure his slit was covered so his seed would flow into her.  MC rubbed her clit again, Sharp now able to feel the liquid heat spill onto him, and finally was able to feel her core pulse, grasping onto the little bit of his cock that it could.  That moment was all he needed, his body shattered as he started to cum, shooting inside of her before it would pool and start seeping out.  When he pulled away, he watched as his seed puddled at her opening, some of it slowly dripping down the remainder of her slit, pooling once again at her ass.

The next time MC and Ominis had Potions, he found that the bottles holding ingredients had braille on them.  Ominis was also surprised that Sharp was allowing MC to tell him when his potion had shifted color.  As class was ending, Ominis leaned over to his friend, kissing her cheek as she grabbed his hand.

“I don’t know what you did, but I know this change is because of you, thank you, my darling.” His whisper flowed through her ears, bringing joy to her face.  

She returned the kiss, while looking at Sharp.  “Anything for you, Ominis.”

[gloryhrs]

˖ . ⁺ ˳ ⟡ 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄!

「 𝐅𝐓 — Orihime Inoue & Retsu Unohana! ♡ 」

female reader. ʚɞ happy lesbian visibility week! ✩°｡ ♡ °｡✩

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐄! ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 — 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐏 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 you were in middle school people would question you on how did you get started on making clothing, how did you keep going, or who was your inspiration for your remarkable designs.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 response to each of these questions remained the same, it was Orihime Inoue. Your girlfriend and #1 supporter. You'd never be able to do it without her.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 has always encouraged you and made sure that you carry on with your passion. Which is why she was your muse in the first place. Its luminous and colorful aura was the reason why your designs were so multicoloured and radiant.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 absolutely worships your creations, she felt special knowing that she was the one who inspired you to create these masterpieces and let her be the first one to wear them around.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 are so cute! I love the flowers!" Orihime squawked at the bright orange tropical two-piece. You chuckled lightly at your excessively eager girlfriend and took the clothing off the rack. "Go try it on for me, baby." You handed the garments to her as she kissed your cheek and ran to your bedroom.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 loves bragging about you to everyone! Every time she goes out, she makes sure to mention your name when somebody asks her where her clothes/accessories are from.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐌𝐘 outfit? My girlfriend made it for me! Isn't it adorable?" Tatsuki and Ichigo looked at her squealing and spinning around in the bright outfit. "That's the sixth time she's spoken about L/n’s name." Tatsuki deadpanned at her best friend who was fangirling to herself, but as long as Orihime was happy, she was happy as well.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 best model you’ve ever had! She cherished the way you set her up for your at home photoshoots, from makeup to shoes. Sometimes she can't contain her excitement and almost stumble upon herself.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 that pose for me, baby." You called out to your cheerful girlfriend who nodded cutely and then stood completely still. Once she heard the click of the camera she quickly formed another pose with this same lovely smile on her lips.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 becoming a famous designer, you’ve decided to take her (your future wife) and travel the world with her by your side. After signing a modeling contract herself, Orihime became a model and opened for every one of your runways shows and star in all of your photoshoots.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐌𝐑𝐒. L/n! May I ask what inspired you? Your designs are beautiful!" The interviewer asked with her head resting on her chin. "I'm inspired by my wife, Orihime L/n. Since middle school, she was my muse." You waved at your extroverted wife who blew a kiss back at you as she sat in the front row of the crowd. You saw the interviewer's eyes go out of orbit based on the new information. "Your wife is the well-known Orihime L/n? You guys are meant for one another! I understand why she is your muse." The women laughed at Orihime who covered her reddish cheeks.

Once the interview ended, Orihime went into your dressing room. She did have to admit, the way you looked/winked at her made a lower area heat up slightly. She peaked her head through the door before making her way in the room. "Darling, where do you want to go out to eat at tonight?" You took off the golden bracelets as she sat on your lap. "We have plenty to eat at home." She took your hands and lead them against her lower backside. From the look in her eyes you could tell what she meant, you smirked and dragged your thumb across her pink tinted lips. You would be lying if you said you wasn’t eyeing her in that tight black dress, it perfectly hugged her curves and made it impossible for you to focus. "Say no more, my love."

𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀! ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎 — 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 married to the Fourth Division captain Retsu Unohana was the biggest blessing you’ve ever received. She was the most captivating and kindest woman you’ve every seen. She was completely flawless.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 were one of the oldest members of Soul Society and was famous for your breathtaking paintings, which were seen in every hall where you walked. How dark colors and unique textures came together on your paintings could put anyone into a trance. Including Head Captain Yamamoto, of course.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 you picked up that brush at dawn and got started, you didn’t move until midnight.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 would be times where unohana had to force you from your spot so you came to bed. She always seemed to have a habit to worry about you when your dark circles start to become visible.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, please come to bed." Your wife took the paint brush from your charcoal covered hands, she frowned at the dark circles under your eyes. This wasn’t your first time pulling an all nighter and from the look on her face you could tell she wasn’t certainly pleased. "Fine."

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 valued being your muse. She was passionate about the fact that all your paintings were inspired by + dedicated to her. Not to mention you had an album that only had photos, small drawings and poems about her.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐌𝐑𝐒. L/n, where do you get inspiration for your paintings?" Isane brushed her fingers against the charcoal dust on the painting by helping you hang the canvas. "Ahh that’s a good question, it’s from my wife, Retsu. It is through her that I continue to paint, even after all these years." A sweet smile came across your lips in memory of your wife praising you every time you painted something.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 She oversleeps sometimes you just look at her and gape at her magnificence, there was no way you could describe her, even if you tried.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 alone she leaves you to make her makeup! Each time you placed the dark lipstick on her lips, she would erase it by kissing your lips and kissing your face. Which left your darkened skin covered with lipstick.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 only thing you truly needed was her. And she didn't need anyone but you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 watched the rain continue to fall as you tried to focus on the canvas on your lap. The sound of footsteps made you lose concentration once again and turn to your wife who had two cups of tea in his hand. "Here you go, darling. This should clear your throat up." Unohana placed the cup in your hands and sat down next to you, her gaze turning to the rain in front of her. Unohana put the cup in your hands and sat next to you, looking at the rain before her. Today was one of those days when she wasn't busy and could spend time with you, which you really appreciated. "Thank you, my love." Your hoarse voice made your drink hot tea, after you coughed Unohana immediately pressed her hand over your back.

"I'm fine, no worries." You tried to reassure your worried wife that she didn't believe what you said, she didn't remember the last time you got sick. So when you started coughing and having stomach pains out of the blue, she had to take it seriously. "Absolutely no, let's get to bed." She held your hand to help you get up, you couldn't fight her even if you tried so you decided to let her bring you to bed. After putting the slipcover on you, she left before returning a few seconds later with a cold washcloth in her hands. When the coldness struck your head a wave of relief washed over you. "Thank you, my love." You hummed softly as Unohana kissed your forehead in return.

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[ennoshitas-princess]

That Flower in the Field

Chikara Ennoshita x fem! reader

Warning: some angst at first, moving on to more fluff later

Synopsis: You are a florist in a flower shop and Enno visits to get flowers for his mom and has turned into a regular

Word Count: 1,509

This is held post time skip and manga spoilers aren't included. I will include an OC that belongs to me.

The bell sang as the door opened by your favorite customer. He became a regular that by now you knew some things about him. Like, how his hairstyle is always neat, his dark sleepy eyes that you love to stare at, where he worked, that he had an interesting hobby in directing, how he played volleyball in high school.

You sat on your stool with the bouquet of colorful flora ready to hand to him, only to see him enter with a little boy holding his hand.

Your little heart shattered into quadrillion pieces. Of course he would have a beautiful wife and a child. He indeed is charming in his own way. He also had a good paying job. You felt so dumb for falling head over heels with this man.

“Hello Ennoshita-kun, here to pick up these flowers?” You smile sadly.

“Oh, yes. I need them for tonight. Today is a very special day and they are needed.” He smiled softly at you, cheeks dusting pink.

Your e/c eyes started to water. You found it hard to breathe and the back of your throat started to tighten up. Your blood started to boil in jealousy. Whoever the woman is, she must be very happy.

“I see.” You try to comprehend what just happened.

“Hey, you are the florist that my brother talks about. He says that-”

The little boy was interrupted by his brother's hand covering his lips.

“That is enough that came out of your little mouth. I am so sorry about him.” He bowed.

“It's fine.” You smile a little.

So, the little boy is Ennoshita-kun’s brother. You thought.

He picked up the sweet scented flowers from the counter gently.

“Oh, by the way. I wanted to invite you to a party. That’s if you are possibly free tonight?” He rubbed the back of his head.

Your face lit up at the invitation, but you hid how awful you felt if you showed up. His wife could end up saying. She might think you are a girl trying to hit on her husband. You wanted to decline.

“Sure, I would love to come!” You cheerfully open your mouth without a clue what you were saying.

“Great! I will come and get you from the flower shop at six.” He waved at you, holding his little brother's tiny hand.

The bell rang as you were in your train of thoughts. What should I wear?

Meanwhile, Ennoshita got bombed with a TON of questions from his tiny brother.

“Why didn't you ask her out?” His voice whispered.

“Huh?”

“You like her, don't you?” He looked up at Ennoshita’s dark eyes.

“No!” He blushed.

“She knows about mommy's birthday, right?”

“I hope so.” Was all that came out of Ennoshita’s lips.

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“Oooh, this is exciting! He finally asked you out.” The blonde girl shreaked.

“Emiko, he didn't ask me out. He only invited me to a party, nothing else. We are only friends.”

You rummaged in the bag your best friend brought you with clothes for the party.

You found a pretty breath of spring dress in there, plus a pair of tan colored flats to wear along with the light green dress.

“But, you like him.” She frowned.

“Well, he doesn't. He got a bouquet of flowers from my shop, and let's just say he said they were for a special occasion, which is today.” You look at her warm brown eyes.

“Come on, y/n. Let's be optimistic about the situation. I am pretty sure he doesn't have a wife.” She placed her soft hands on your shoulders.

“I wish I could.” You look down at the tiles of the flower shop.

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“Do I look good?” Ennoshita frantically asked as he looked at himself up and down in the mirror.

“Sweetheart, I am pretty sure you do look great! You have already asked me and your baby brother twenty hundred times.”

“I know, I know. I just want to look great tonight. I mean I want to impress her and she is quite a charm just with casual clothing on.” He kept staring at himself.

“Dear, I am sure you will impress her. You two seem pretty in love with each other.”

His mother sat down in a soft chair with a lace texture. The cushions are a delicate lavender color.

She was sitting up nice and straight, head held up high.

Her pearl necklace was a charm to all the men out there, but Ennoshita’s father was the chosen one since they were very young, before they entered high school.

“I hope she does love me back.” He looked down at the wooden floor.

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The nice cool breeze blew right through his neatly placed hair, but not messing it up. The setting sun kissed his skin delicately as he walked towards the little shop filled with the most gorgeous scented flowers ever.

He opened the little red door to be welcomed in by the little chime of the golden bell.

“L/n-san, I am here.” He walked in quietly.You rush out of the back to see him in a white cardigan. A light sage colored polo matching his eyes wonderfully. Khakis make him look simply charming. Oh, why did you fall for this married man?

“You look like a prince.”

You held your mouth agape, mesmerized by his way of charming people without even trying. Well, you were the only one in this world.

“Really? Thanks, I guess. Ready to go?” He reached for your hand.

“Yes, I am.” You move your hand quickly away from his.

You didn't want to let his wife know you were some side chick of his or something of the sort.

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The two of you made it to a nice outside reception. The place is decorated with floral decorations with all the colors of the spectrum. The trees swayed in the wind, making emerald leaves come falling to the green blanket on the ground.

“Oh, Ennoshita-kun, this place is lovely! I bet your wife is in love with this party as much as she is with you.” You clasped your hands together.

“Huh? L/n-san, I don't have a wife at all.” His face flushed a tiny hue.

“Wait, you don't have a wife?”

Your face scrunched up in confusion. He would always have a ring on his ring finger with some initials carved into it. He had pictures of a woman in his wallet. You didn't know what else to think.

“Then, who is in the pictures in-”

“Those are of my mom and dad when they were around our age.” He showed them to you.

“Then, what about the ring you-”

“This is my dad's ring and he gave it to me as a gift for my fifteenth birthday.” He took it off.

“But, the flowers must be for-”

“I don't have a girlfriend either. These flowers are for my mom because it's my mother's birthday.” He extended the flowers out.

Your face turned a bright magenta on the spot. You had no words left in your brain. This whole time your blood boiled over a woman that never existed.

“I have one question still on my mind.” You step closer to him.

“Oh, umm yeah. What is it?” He looked away from you.

“Why would you invite me to your mom's birthday party?” You twist your foot around on the green blanket beneath your feet.

“Well, you are a very close friend of mine, so I decided-”

“Oh dear, stop with the lying already. You are indeed in love with the beautiful lady that stands right in front of you. Just stop and confess to her.” Ennoshita's mother walked into the scene.

“Mom! I- well- I…. Umm…. I don't want to make your birthday party all about me.” He looked at her.

“Come on, Chikara! I have been waiting for this moment. Make it as another birthday present for me.” She fixed her son's hair.

Ennoshita gave her a look that he gave at his mother's request.

He knelt down on one knee and held your warm hands into his. Your cheeks flushed a rosy tint before he could say a word.

“L/n-san, since I entered the flower shop to pick up a bouquet for my mother, you were the most beautiful flower in that whole garden. Your eyes gleamed like twinkling diamonds in the night sky. Your hair perfectly framed your face as I kept looking at you, examining every little detail. What I am trying to say is…” He looked down, cheeks as a crimson rose. “Ln-san, will you go out with me?”

Everything in that moment stopped or turned completely white out of the picture. Only you and Ennoshita are in the spotlight and everyone is a side character just like in the movies you watched in high school.

“Oh, Ennoshita-kun. I- yes!”

You jumped into a tight hug, almost making him collapse on the grass.

This marked the last time you doubted his love towards you.

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Ok… brainrot… but….

Yor in a wedding dress…. But because it’s her wedding she’s worried it’ll be attacked.

And also Yor is very traditional, in some traditions (I actually genuinely don’t know which… probably Christianity????) The white dress means purity.

Yor has a hard time believing she’s pure, or good. So she wouldn’t think she deserves the white dress. And add on her worrying about an attack? She’d much prefer a black dress like she usually wears.

I think Loid would except it on the wedding day…. But if he was allowed to pick outfits for the honeymoon? (Let’s be honest he always is dressing up his ladies in the best of the best. It’s his favorite pastime aside from staring at them lovingly) He would probably find all kinds of white, or pastel color things for Yor to wear. Probably two or three dresses even.

And I can only imagine the conversation.

Yor: LOID! Not another dress!

Loid: It was on clearance. Don’t worry. (And this is all on Wise’s check)

Yor: You got so many new clothes… they’re so lovely, but I’ll never be able to wear them all. (They’re all so light. They’d show so many stains… I could never wash them out)

Loid: Well, you can trade wearing your favorites like you do at home. And then when we get home, you might add some to your favorites. *smile spreads across his face*

Yor: *can’t say no when he smiles at her, so hangs her head and concedes*

Yor: I’ll go make coffee.

Loid: Not before you pick out one of the new sweaters I got you to try on!

Yor: Loid I- *sigh*

Yor: *selects a light blue one, pastel robin’s egg, then turns to leave*

Yor: You spoil me too much

Loid: *only smiles that infuriating smile*

Later they’re sitting on the couch of the hotel they’ve rented talking and sipping the still warm coffee

Yor: And then Anya said she would protect me from all the aliens and in the world, if they ever tried to steal my cabbages.

Loid: *laughs and wipes a tear from his eye*

Loid: That sounds like out Anya alright.

Yor: *warmth fills her chest as she hears his laugh. She wants to hear it more. And forever.*

Yor: She raised her arms up like this too and then- OH NO THE COFFEE!!

Loid: *rushes over in an instant and catches the cup and saucer before it can fall to pieces, but the same can’t be said for Yor*

Loid: Yor! Are you ok?! I’ll get towels, but it didn’t burn you right?

Yor: *quietly crying, shakes her head*

Loid: *comes back with the towels and does what he can*

Loid: I think it’s ok Yor, this couch is leather so it won’t be stained. We won’t have to pay any fees or- are you sure you’re ok?!

Yor: *starts sobbing loudly*

Loid: Yor?!

Yor: You got me so many pretty things, and I can’t even keep them nice around the house!

Loid: I- What?!

Yor: *looks down at her sweater and the brown stain seeping through it and cries harder*

Yor: You deserve someone who won’t make messes. I can’t clean all these up! I can’t fix this! Oh Loid! Why on earth did you have to be stuck with me!

Loid: *takes her head in his hands*

Loid: Hey, hey, Yor. Listen to me. Breathe. It’s ok. You’re going to be ok. I’m not mad. Nothing is wrong. Just breathe in and out. Like this. 1..2..3..4..1..2..3..4.. there’s my girl, there you go. It’s ok.

Loid: *as he gently strokes her hair until her hiccups calm enough for them to talk, Loid assesses the damage*

Yor faintly: I’m so sorry, L-

Loid: Don’t be.

Yor: *bottom lip quivering anew*

Loid: *turns her head up to look at him directly. And kisses her*

Loid: There is no other woman I would have. Period.

Yor: *stares astonishedly*

Loid: You work so hard to clean, and cook, and provide for Anya and myself. You are allowed to fall short, or have skills you need help with. Or frankly… to be human.

Yor: *blinks*

Loid: I wasn’t going to expect you to clean this up. At least not without help. And yes I knew the light clothes would stain and it would be hard to get that out. I still think you look good on them, and deserve to let yourself feel pretty.

Yor: But… it’s new, Loid.

Yor: *tearing up with the weight of everything*

Yor: It’s brand new, and you have it to me, and now it’s stained.

Loid: Yes. So now it’s yours.

Yor: What?

Loid: Every new thing wears down eventually. Everything in peak condition will eventually have a couple bumps and ruts. If you were the one that put them there, you know how to work around them, or might find them to add beauty to a plain sweater.

Yor: *giggles despite herself*

Yor: How can coffee stains make something prettier?

Loid: Human brains tend to find patterns, so it will link memories to images. You were telling me about a memory with Anya, we were spending time, we are now. All of those are now linked to that stain when we see it.

Yor: And also me crying…

Loid: … ok and that. But focus on the positives.

Yor: *snickers*

Loid: And you don’t have to keep it if you don’t want it. I can always go get a new one for you.

Yor: … Loid?

Loid: Yes?

Yor: All that stuff, you said about leaving marks? You were talking about us… weren’t you. Leaving marks on each other’s lives.

Loid: …

Yor: *cuddles into his chest*

Yor: Anya made a mark too, didn’t she?

Loid: I would rather die, than not have your love stains on my heart.

OH MY WORD WHEN DID I WRITE THIS I LOOKED UP AND ITS BEEN LIKE 30 MINUTES WHAT!?! Ahem….

Idk if this is pre or post reveal. Honestly I think you could tweak this whichever way you wanted hehe. But uhhhh. Yeah. (Btw no I’m not still salty the only good line from Cars two was that one about dents what gave you that idea >:P)

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𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter Twenty-Six

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Language, Dubious Sexual Advances, Attempt Manipulation, Nudity (Which Morpheus is Def Appreciating Silently)(He’ll Never Admit Tho).

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’, Reader now has long-ish hair for plot reasons (Just so Morpheus can tug on it later). 

Word Count: ~3.9k

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Fingers were once again brushing across your cheek in gentle strokes that stroked your skin in a repetitive motion that made you sigh and snuggle towards the warmth you could feel next to you. Now those fingers were brushing against your neck, leading towards a more seductive touch, one that twisted and spun your mind up in a tizzy. You would love to get lost in that desirable touch. One that brought out both the best and the worst in you. But you were supposed to be in the bath, alone. Your eyes flew open and with a startled gasp, you jerked yourself away from Desire, once again, and put as much distance between them as you could.

“What the bloody hell, Desire!?” You exclaimed, your cheeks rushing with embarrassed warmth. Desire just grinned at you like they always do and curled their nails. 

“Oh come now, Y/N,” They purred out, gold eyes glittering seductively. “You know I would never hurt you, certainly not when you’re looking so delicious.”

Horror seeped into your veins and you quivered in place, now feeling just how much clothing you were wearing. Or lack thereof. Your eyes slowly looked down at your body and you were pretty sure if you could shift into a tomato, you would. At the very least, you weren’t entirely naked… but just about. Desire had pulled you into their realm and stuck you into a lingerie that was almost one hundred percent see-through and full of delicate lace. One takeaway was that it was your favorite color… but that didn’t make up for the fact that the Endless could see your fucking nipples. You crossed your arms over your chest and gave Desire one of your best bitch faces. They gave you another grin. 

“I just want to eat you up!” 

“I’m not a piece of meat!!” You barked back at them before trying to focus on the mental connection you spent so much time trying to block. 

Morpheus? Morpheus if you can hear me I really need your help. Your psycho little sibling ran off with me again and I really don’t want to deal with their sexual advances.

Nothing. You pursed your lips and tried again, and again. 

Morpheus!

Then once more because perhaps you weren’t doing it right. 

MORPHEUS, I SWEAR TO GOD, GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE!!

Still nothing. What use was being bonded to an Endless if you couldn’t even bloody contact them when you really needed them!?

“I can see you trying to call for him,” Desire purred their Cheshire smile widening. A flash of pristine white teeth and a laugh. “He won’t hear you, I didn’t bring you here in body this time, my little starlight. You’re still fast asleep in that lovely bathwater like a siren calling out. You’re entirely… irresistible.” 

You scowled at Desire, trying your hardest to look entirely displeased by their actions. Morpheus had been ever so enraged with you the last time you crossed paths, all over a mark his younger sibling had left. Desire would no doubt tempt more if you let them. Morpheus surely would feel something was amiss… right? Or at least the twins would try to wake you up at the very least. You just had to stall them long enough for someone to catch on that you had been yanked from your body… or whatever this was. 

“Why must you tease him so?” You questioned, trying to get to a topic that didn’t make you feel like melting into an embarrassed puddle. “Or do you like picking fights with your siblings?” 

Desire aired out a chuckle and rolled over, then stretched their limbs like a cat would after a nap. They stretched out every finger and toe they possessed before gracefully rising from their red lounge. Now they were prowling towards you. You backed up in time with their steps. 

“Oh my darling little starlight, how else am I meant to entertain myself?” They drew out with a whimsical chuckle. “It’s all fun and games. What’s the harm?”

“What’s the harm?” You repeated incredulously. “Desire your fun and games are— do you have any idea what I have to put up with being bonded to a territorial Endless who gets pissy every time I try to get some sort of comfort or affection from someone else!?”

“Of course, that’s the game is it not?” Desire continued to prowl forward and you backed yourself up into a wall, wobbling when your hands tried to steady yourself, only to find that the wall seemed to be, well, beating. Bloody hell, what have you done, Y/N! This is precisely what you wanted to avoid! Desire stepped right up into your personal space, the frills from their outfit brushing against your bare skin and making you shiver. You tried pressing further back into that beating wall, they pushed forwards. You then let out a whimper. Desire was quick to shush you, their hand coming up to stroke the side of your face. “You shine so brightly, Y/N. Wouldn’t you rather have someone who actually desires you? All he is doing is snuffing out your bright light so no one can see you. Do you not deserve to be loved by someone who actually appreciates you? I can’t image how lonely you must feel.”

Was Desire insinuating what you think they were? Most likely. 

You shook your head in defiance. No, no, the mere thought of being with someone other than Morpheus pushed daggers into your heart, flayed your nerves, and even the idea of loving someone other than him felt life-destroying. 

“No, no I can’t. That would destroy me.” You whispered, already feeling a pang of emotional betrayal at the thought. “I am his and he is mine, that’s how it works does it not? What do you suggest… I— no, I am the bonded of Morpheus, Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares. That is all I will ever be.“

“Would it be so painful to be with the one who actually loves you, worships you as you deserve…” Desire reached forward and brushed their fingers beneath the little slip of sheer fabric covering your abdomen. Their fingers pressed against your hip and ever so gently pushed upwards, caressing every inch they found in a way that had you sinking your teeth into your lip to stop the sounds that wanted to come forth. Desire’s eyes bored into yours until all you saw was gold. 

Your body fell into a state of in-between, transfixed by Desire’s eyes and lethargic to his touch. All thoughts of Morpheus went out the window and that panicked thought and feeling of loving someone else, faded from your mind. Your arms dropped to your sides and you swayed. 

A pleased smile crossed Desire’s lips and their touch brushed up your ribs, drawing shivers from you that pushed your body into theirs. Lips then brushed across your cheeks and you heard a chuckle. 

“Don’t you want to be loved, my little starlight?” You wanted to be loved, you wanted to be loved so much. You would give anything to be loved. You would give anything to stop feeling so alone and hurt. Your hypnotized eyes, mirroring the gold you stared into, flickered in hesitancy. Desire pressed their lips against your neck, slowly traveling upwards with little kisses and bites that made it hard to think straight. “Give in to me, darling, you’ll feel so much better.” 

Would you?

A finger traced the curve of your hipbone, sneaking its way down to the narrow lace string that held the thong you wore around your hips. Then a lusty feeling of warmth followed and your back arched, wanting more of that warmth. You felt powerless to the charm and hypnotism that enraptured your mind, your only thought being that you just wanted to be loved. Desire pushed their thumb beneath the little lace string and dipped the digit inward, tracing more skin, closer to their desired destination. Little you longed for what they offered so much that you fell far too easily beneath their spell. Your body was theirs to manipulate, and you felt that you would let them do anything to you. Just to have that little feeling of being wanted, of being loved. You would let—

An electric shock zapped its way up your spine and your back arched from the uncomfortable feeling. That haze of lust and want rippled and faded. Then a deep, agonizing pain scorched your heart. Loneliness. Hurt. Longing. Melancholy. Agony. Despair. You broke free and let out a gasp. Your vision then flickered and you felt a tugging sensation harshly rip at your limbs. Scorching pain filled your body. Desire’s golden eyes tightened, but they still held that teasing, a noxious smirk on their lips. 

“It seems that you’ve been found, my little starlight, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” They purred, shortly before the fingers slipped into your hair and dragged your head back. You choked on a gasp when your body felt like it was being ripped between worlds like something was fighting over your mental form. But before that feeling took over, Desire managed to have the last laugh. “Enjoy one more gift from me, my precious kitten!” Their lips landed on yours in a demanding kiss, but one that felt forbidden and wrong. Surprise and alarm exploded in your chest, your arms weakly pushing against smooth skin. Feeling like your heart was being ripped in two, you nearly let out a scream… but then you were harshly yanked away from Desire’s noxious embrace and unwanted advances. Tumbling around in what felt like a tornado whipping your body every which way, you felt something ripping into your mind. Your mind folded in on itself. 

You surfaced from the water with a wheeze and a violent cough, feeling water pour from your mouth as your body harshly expelled it. But water in your lungs was the least of your concerns at the moment. A heart-splitting pain was ripping your chest apart to the point where you were writhing in place, your hands and nails clawing at whatever they could reach. In your thrashing, coughing panic, you could barely feel that someone was holding your body close to theirs and trying to get you to look at them. You were too overwhelmed by pain and panic to do anything other than flail and hyperventilate. Those strong arms were quickly rectifying your flailing, trapping your wet body against another in a steel grip. Then a hand was forcing your head to turn so you were looking into starry eyes. Morpheus. What was he doing here? And why were you in so much pain right now?

“Y/N, you’re alright, you are safe,” Morpheus spoke, his voice only did so much to quell the rippling pain. You physically jerked in his arms once more, fighting to get away from… something. He didn’t let you, holding your struggling limbs tighter. Another surge of nausea hit you and your body shuddered as you coughed up a few more drops of water.Head turning away, you heaved over and over, throwing up nothing despite your body’s attempts. It was trying to get rid of something. Morpheus stroked his fingers along your shoulder, trying to provide what comfort he could. 

“Hurt, why does it hurt?” You sputtered out in-between rapid breaths. Your right hand clapped to your bare chest and your nails sunk into your skin. You felt like clawing your heart from your chest. You damn near bloody well tried. A violent whimper slipped from your trembling lips. Morpheus was forcing your hand away from your skin, stopping you from ripping your skin bloody. Marks were already forming on your precious skin. You tried fighting against his hold and he had to tighten his grasp. 

“Y/N stop, you’re going to hurt yourself!” He replied, his voice rising. You still struggled against him, your legs kicking out and splashing the bathwater. Morpheus grabbed your other hand and pulled it to his chest, placing it over where his heart would lay while leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours with a soft hush. You froze in place, your chest heaving in exertion and stabbing pain, but your mind hyper-fixing on the hum of connection beneath your fingers. “You are safe, my dream, you are safe.” He whispered, his fingers pushing your wet hair plastered to your face, to the side. Your wide, pain and fear-filled eyes, could not break eye contact. Your lips trembled as you tried to form words. Morpheus brushed his thumb over your lower lip. “Focus on your breathing.” He coaxed.

Clear and concise orders from him helped to quell the panic racing through your veins, and squeezing your eyes shut, you felt hot tears run down the sides of your cheeks as you struggled to control your breathing so you weren’t hyperventilating anymore. Feeling that you weren’t trying to fight him anymore, he relaxed his hold on your limbs. Between concentrating on your breathing and feeling the steady hum of life beneath your palm, your violent shudders quelled and your fingers moved to grip his shirt. Appeased that you were no longer shaking and hyperventilating in terror, Morpheus gathered you within his arms and carried you from the cold water of your bath. 

 It was only then that your fractured mind vaguely recognized that you were shivering. But you weren’t shivering from being cold, you were shivering from being terrified. Confusion raced through your brain, Morpheus had just brought you out of the bath. What the bloody hell had just happened? You had no idea and that put fear within your bones like nothing before. 

Wrapped up in Morpheus’s long black coat, which magically hadn’t gotten wet despite his venture into the cold bathwater, you sat on your bed and tried not to flinch every time someone moved even a centimeter. Hemponia and Lantana were hovering in the background worried out of their minds and yet not wanting to set you off, while Lucienne and Morpheus quietly spoke. You weren’t paying any attention to their words, your mind focusing on the heart-shattering ache you still felt in your chest. Even your fingers were still itching to claw at your skin, wanting to claw out your agonized heart for relief. It took everything you had to keep your fingers sunk into the black material around your shoulders. The pain you felt… it was the worst kind of heartbreak pain, one you hadn’t felt before, but definitely knew what it was. Out of the corner of your eye, Lucienne bowed her head and went to speak with Hemponia and Lantana. The three of them departed your bedroom, leaving you alone with Morpheus. 

You couldn’t help the flinch when he approached you. A surge of anger flooded Morpheus’s veins. He didn’t like that you had flinched away from him. He didn’t like that at all. What reason should you, his beloved dream, ever have to flinch away from him?

“Y/N, may I look through your memories?” He gently asked, dropping down on one knee in front of you so you were at eye level. You found that you couldn’t maintain eye contact with him, guilt was eating away at you like acid. Your hands tightened their grip. You then glanced at him for a moment before reluctantly giving him a meager nod. 

You couldn’t remember what had happened, or what had caused this type of agonizing pain, Morpheus was your best chance at finding out. Ever so slowly, Morpheus held out his hand, signaling that you would be the one to initiate it. Clenching the jacket in one hand, you lifted a trembling hand and ever so slowly placed it in his. He was careful to maintain slow action and gently wrapped his fingers around your hand. A wave of calm gently lapped at your worry, easing some of the nervous energy that still had you wired. You let out a shuddering breath and felt the flair of connection between you. Feeling the soft connection, you closed your eyes for a moment and relaxed a little. Then you felt Morpheus’s displeasure and frustration. Opening your eyes, you looked at him. 

“What is it?” You softly croaked out, your voice on the verge of cracking as one of your bare legs nervously bounced in rapid motion. It was a tick that didn’t go unnoticed. Morpheus placed his hand on your knee to stop its tick, his warm and soft touch soothing. Despite not wanting to be touched, this was one touch you didn’t want to see go. Eyes lifting from his gentle touch on your knee, you looked up into his gaze.

“Your memories are barred from me, I cannot access them.” He explained, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. This complicated things, for there were very few capable of doing so.

“I’m not doing it, at least not on purpose.” Your whispered words had Morpheus briefly shaking his head and rubbing his thumb over the crest of your knee in reassurance. 

“No, it is not your doing. Whoever did this to you had intentions to ensure I wouldn’t find out exactly what they did.” Morpheus said, his eyes clouding in thought. Even Morpheus didn’t know what happened? That was not good. You retracted your hand from his, trying not to think about the way your fingers slipped from his, he hadn’t fully loosened his grip. It was almost like he hadn’t wanted to let go. Your gaze dropped back to your thigh and the slivers of skin revealed from where the long coat didn’t cover your skin. Then you looked at the lingering touch on your knee. “You should get some rest.”

You said nothing to his words. You didn’t need or want rest, you wanted freedom from the taxing emotional pain that had picked you up, spun you around, shaken you about, and then dropped you back to your very unsteady feet. You felt like you were going drown in them. Your shoulders dropped and your hands loosened their grip. Morpheus’s coat slipped down your left shoulder to reveal a generous amount of skin, and the part of your chest you had clawed. Morpheus seethed on the inside at the idea that something had put such fear in you that you had clawed yourself to injury. You didn’t bother recovering yourself, your eyes set in an empty stare that focused on nothing. 

“Y/N,” Your eyes lifted back up to his. “Do you require assistance?”

Oh, how you wanted to say yes. You wanted every chance to tease and torment him with your body. To draw out some sort of reaction in retaliation for his indecisive treatment of you. Be spiteful. Be mean. Be tempting. Be something other than this numb state of pain and anguish that held an unknown origin. 

“I think I should like to be alone.” You finally spoke, your voice devoid of emotion and your eyes focusing on your feet in refusal to meet his eyes once more. You could feel the trickles of dissatisfaction with your words, but he didn’t air out how he felt. It was agony for both of you when he retracted his hand from your knee. Morpheus rose to his full height and for a brief moment, reached out to brush the clump of hair you had been using to hide behind, out of your face. You trembled beneath his touch.

“If you need me, you only have to call for me,” Morpheus said, his words washing over your skin like a warm blanket. You squeezed your eyes shut. Given the raging feeling of guilt you felt, you hardly believed you were deserving of calling upon him. So you let him stride from the room without another word or look. Left to yourself and your corrosive thoughts, you finally took stock of your body. You had not one mark on you, save for the ones from your own nails, so nothing bad happened… right? Your soul had left your body, you hadn’t physically been moved. So what had happened that you felt like you had betrayed the one being you could no longer live without?

You didn’t feel worthy of being wrapped up in his coat, and you quickly stood up and flung it from your body, watching as it fluttered through the air until it landed near the balcony doors. It had landed so the inner part of the jacket was lying up, and you could see the vast starry skies imprinted within the material, glittering and sparkling. Not only did Morpheus have stars in his eyes but he wore the galaxy around his shoulders. Was there a more perfect and ethereal being in the universe? No. Never. 

Feeling drained and inadequate, you wandered over to where your clothes were neatly folded and put away. You then changed into a soft tank top and equally soft shorts. You didn’t feel better, and you were both physically and mentally exhausted. How long would it take for these crippling emotions to fade? You didn’t know. You climbed into your soft bed and wiggled around until you were cocooned by pillows and blankets. A wall of feathered protection, it wouldn’t keep out the haunting thoughts and feelings, but it did provide a fortress of comfort. Rolling onto your side, you made the lights in your room go dark, the only light coming from the nearby hall. You focused on your breathing, trying to will that hurt and discomfort away like it would just magically disappear. 

A tingle of energy buzzed lightly through your veins and you looked closer at the entryway, wondering who was about to come walking through. No one appeared, but then you heard the soft sounds of nails clicking on the marble floor. A feline shadow appeared shortly before a large black cat softly padded his way into your room and made a beeline for your bed. It was larger than any house cat you had ever seen before, but the moment you saw sparkling blue eyes you knew who it was. Following his movement, you watched him effortlessly jump up onto the bed and easily climb over your wall of comfort. 

“I thought I told you that I wished to be alone.” You whispered, your eyes gazing into Morpheus’ bright blues ones. Could a cat raise their eyebrow? You were sure Morpheus was doing so shortly before he stepped right up next to you and plopped himself down against your chest, curling his paws in and blinking at you as if to say ‘I dare you to tell me to leave’. He was just as vexing in feline form as he was in human form. “I do not wish to speak about how I currently feel, Morpheus.” 

He blinked at you once more. He wasn’t going to ask you, you knew that much. But… he wasn’t going to leave, was he… If anything it was like he had come to stand guard over you while you slept. He had. Who knew what would happen to you the next time you fell into your dreams and he was taking no chances with your safety. The Endless had figured you would feel most comfortable with him in this form watching over you. Your eyelids fluttered.

“You’re not going to leave, are you?” You weakly commented. Morpheus began purring, the low rumble filling the silent room. You softly sighed and sagged back against the feathers cradling your body. Unable to help yourself and looking for something to distract your mind, you began running your fingers down his silky back. The purring got louder as Morpheus lavished beneath your precious touch. It was divine. As you drifted to sleep your mind vaguely realized something: he was purring so loudly, it was all you could think about. 

Date Published: 11/11/22

Last Edit: 8/20/23

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[warofchanges]

Hail to the King

[ Drabble requested by @gameswillbeplayed . Medieval AU/Arranged marriage/Fantasy ]

"His Majesty has come to the wrong room, perhaps."

A sharp scent of incent welcomed Light, embosoming him in opulent fumes that caressed his eyelids and led his golden heels to rest upon a set of oriental-patterned pillows. His shallow breath echoed through the velvety vault of stars, where a solitary opalescent figure lurked unnoticed.

Light sprawled across the cushions, considering for a moment to doze away in kaleidoscopic dreams in the Room of Justice.

Complex engravings of an electric blue Scorpio fighting a rainbow Pisces emerged from a red cup adorned the center of the floor ─ an admonishment for future generations.

"I am marrying Amane, tomorrow." Light stared up at the floating figure above, drinking in the unreadable expression of the ghost of King L. "An arranged marriage our families deci..."

"A scheme in Kira's dreams," L concluded, biting on the nail of his right thumb. Even if ghosts made no sound, Light remembered how torturing it was when the man was alive. "First, the kingdom. Then, the progeny."

"Sulking doesn't suit the incredible deeds of our dear defunct King, L," Light smirked, eyes red as vivid as the color painting the cup. "Or are you envious as you never savored the pleasure of marriage?"

"Above all the women in the reign, I wonder why you chose her, His Majesty."

In response to L's observation, the center of the floor trembled. The engraving crumbled down, surrendering to an obscure wave of bubbles emerging from the core of Earth. Even the vault screamed in silence, and stars hid away their light, letting a corpse ascend from the putrid ocean.

It was the dead body of L as the ghost could shockingly tell ─ wrapped in candid clothing and wearing such a lucent skin hard to tell it was dead.

But before the ghost could even process his shock, the vision molded into the petite frame of a woman with long blond hair.

Amane Misa.

"My Light!" She squealed in a high-pitched tone as the dark bubbles retracted while she happily hopped toward her soon-to-be husband. "I know where you were hiding! Nervous about tomorrow?" She sat on the pillows beside Light,  who let her crawl in his arms as soon as he opened them.

"Nervous? How could I be?" He smiled his fakest smile, the vanilla scent of the future bride canceling the leftovers of the incense. "Fate chose us to be united in one body, soon. Our family's decision was for the best."

L watched the couple with the same expression he wore on his last breath ─ the culmination of victory.

No one could enter the Room of Justice aside from Light and L. The vault of stars would immediately neglect the entrance to those whose skins weren't the elected ones. But the woman just crossed the line wearing his dead identity.

Amane Misa was a shapeshifter, so... She probably had a role in the conspiracy against him, that saw him dying in the embrace of Kira and proclaiming Light as the new King.

"Even if you don't love me now, my love would be enough for us." Misa said, unable to see the translucent form descending from the vault to look closely at the couple. "My body will always be yours and will carry your heirs, my Kira, my Light."

The new King's eyes narrowed to slit as his gaze wandered from L to Misa, smirking. The last finishing touch of his plans would be complete as soon as Misa became the new Queen.

Then, softly kissing the girl's lips he whispered, "I will give you the life of your dreams, Amane, my Queen.".

"Long live the King." L murmured with bemused skepticism before disappearing into tiny stars. Ready to witness the legendary deeds of Kira from the AfterLife and his fights against those who will soon come to hinder his path. "Kira."

[derekdoingparkour]

“I know baby” | on my ao3

|| Melissa McCall & Scott McCall

a/n: I’m only on season 1 so if this is ooc sry

tags: trans Scott McCall, trans fem!Scott, supportive Melissa, slight angst but mostly fluff

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Scott’s never been the most masculine person, Melissa’s always known that, she’s never felt the need to make Scott pretend to be something he wasn’t.

And maybe that’s why she leaves the box of clothes set in front of Scott’s room for an extra day or two. She had found it while cleaning out the attic, there were actually a few boxes of old clothes from when Melissa was younger herself but she chose this one in particular. It’s filled with things that look like they could fit Scott now, tank tops, long sleeves, a few t-shirts, and a plethora of skirts.

There was a phase in Melissa’s life where she only would wear skirts, there has to be one of every kind in that box, but if she remembers there’s the most skater skirts. She always adored how they moved with her body, not staying pressed to her legs like a pencil skirt or too long like the ones that almost touched the ground. She always loved those skirts, and Scott’s a lot like her, so she leaves him the box.

After three days and a noticeable difference in the amount of clothes in the box, she tells Scott she’ll drop it off at the donation center after her shift at the hospital. One more chance to grab whatever it is he wants.

Scott of course nods and pretends like he’s not glancing at the box every few seconds, Melissa lets it slide. Her sons love of feminine things has always been something he’s tried to hide away, tuck under the bed and leave it there to collect dust. But he starts his sophomore year soon and he hasn’t seemed excited, if anything Scott seems to be dreading it, eyes dropping anytime Melissa mentions him going back; she hates seeing that look on Scotts face.

She’s hoping the clothes will help. Maybe Scott will even notice that Melissa left them there purposely, maybe he’ll finally tell her whatever it is that goes on in his mind. She can see how the gears turn anytime they pass by a woman’s clothing shop, or how he’s started to watch Melissa do her makeup in the bathroom the same way he did as a child. Back when his cheeks were chubby and his hair was a tousled mess of curls, he’d lean his elbow against the bathroom counter, pressing his face into his hand and staring in a daze as Melissa applied each product.

He has to know her whole makeup routine by now, and she can say with certainty that he’s tried at least her lipstick. The balled up dry tissues of red smears in the trash can and the red stain on Scott’s lips that night is all the evidence she needs. She wishes he’d come to her with it, open up and ask questions, she tries her best to show that she’s supportive of whatever Scott does but this will take time and all she can do is wait.

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Though a warm smile instantly makes its way onto Melissa’s face when she creaks the front door. She was able to come home early today, she didn’t tell Scott and figured she’d get them some takeout and surprise him. Though the sight in front of her is quite a surprise, one that she loves to see.

Scott has some of Melissa’s old clothes on, a long sleeve stripped black and gray shirt, a red colored skirt that pops against his tan legs, and a pair of tall black socks. He spins around the kitchen floor, the skirt flowing with his movements. Loud music blares from Scott’s speaker set on the counter, he holds a spatula as a microphone and hasn’t noticed Melissa’s entry as he’s too busy singing the lyrics.

‘Uptown Girl’, Melissa recognizes, it makes her grin wider, this was no doubt stolen straight off her playlist.

She slowly makes her way more into the house, sliding the bags of takeout onto the kitchen island as she sits in one of the stools. Scott’s has his eyes closed and keeps spinning in circles so he’s oblivious, honestly Melissa is glad, she wants to cherish this moment of seeing her baby act like his pure self.

“My uptown girl—.” Suddenly Scott stops in one full motion, nearly falling into the counter as his socked feet slip on the wooden floor.

“Mom!? I- I didn’t think you’d be home…” His cheeks turn red in seconds, quickly reaching to click his speaker off and then dropping his hands in front of the skirt, a desperate attempt at hiding what he’s wearing that they both know isn’t working.

“I got off early, figured I’d bring us some takeout for dinner.” She smiles, patting the still warm box of Chinese food through its plastic bag. Scott’s staring too hard to nod along, his eyes are wide and mouth moving silently.

“Scott, it’s okay, you can go back to singing if you want to.” He has always loved to sing along in the car, that goes all the way back to when he was still sitting in booster seats with a lisp that slurred each lyric he sang out.

“Oh baby-.” Melissa jumps off her chair the moment she hears Scott sniffle, she can’t pull him into her arms any quicker. Her heart aches hearing him cry, clinging his hands to her pink scrub shirt and nuzzling his face into her chest.

“It’s okay Scotty, you look beautiful baby. Shh, it’s okay.” The words repeat too many times to count as Melissa tries to calm Scott down, rubbing her hand down his back in time with the shushing she says softly.

“Mama I- I- .” She cuts him off, pulling his face into her hands and brushing the tears off his cheeks with her thumbs.

“You don’t need to say anything baby, I know, I already know.” Scott’s bottom lip wobbles, as it did when Melissa would pick him up after he scraped his knees falling off his bike on the weekends, holding him to her waist and running her hand through his unruly hair with a kiss to his forehead and promise to fix his knees up. She wishes this was as easy, this can’t be fixed with a Disney princess themed bandaid, all she can do is hold her child close to her and tell him it’ll all be okay, that she’ll always be here for him.