#this is my offering to the t&b fandom

[drakepadreal]

"You talk too much, old man."

[saturnsorbits]

Always a Groomsman

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warning: Angst (A Touch), Smut, Exhibitionism, Reader Smokes, Kaminari isn't a Hero Anymore, Brief Mention of Addiction etc. Word Counts: 5.4k.

Summary: A wedding, what a wonderful place to reunite with the one that fucked you and ran all those years ago.

The light is already dying by the time you finally manage to slip away from the reception and make a B-line to the back of the tent. Your feet are killing. The whiskey helps the pain, but even whiskey can't numb everything.

'Oi.' Bakugo catches your elbow, stopping you just short of freedom.

'Where are you going?'

'Need some air.'

Flicking up his eyebrows, he offers you a smirk that tells you he's not buying your bullshit. 'So it's got nothing to do with that then?' He hooks a thumb towards the dance floor and the drunken silhouette of Kaminari Denki He's curled himself around a bridesmaid, hand pinching the silk over her hip, lips hovering barely an inch above her neck as she threads her hand through his hair.

You chew your lip and lie. 'No.'

'C'mon... Just talk to him, you know you want to.' Bakugo's eyes widen suggestively.

'I think he's too pre-occupied to talk.' Something bubbles in your stomach as you watch Kaminari whisper in the woman's ear and you quietly shift your gaze so you don't see what happens next.

'You know he's only over there because he thinks you're mad at him, right?'

'I am mad at him.'

'It's been years.'

'He fucked me over, Kat...'

Bakugo's gaze hits the floor. It's not like he's forgotten what happened. 'I'm not taking his side but -.'

'No.' You raise your hands, palms flat in the air to stop him. You know what he's about to say. You've heard it all before. 'You've got guests to entertain and I am literally going to explode if I don't get some air in the next minute.'

Rolling his eyes, he plants a kiss on your cheek and uses his new proximity to whisper in your ear. 'He'd make a pretty groom, that's all I'm saying.'

'Oh, fuck off.' You manage to swat his shoulder only once before he's turned on his heel and returned to the mess of wedding guests that whoop and roar when he re-emerges into the fray.

The cold hits you as soon as you duck under the edge of the tent and step out onto the small deck. Instantly, you pull at your shoes and hiss as your feet are forced to straighten against the wooden floor. Before the throbbing in your soles has settled, you stagger off, limping towards the tall rail separating the deck from the field beyond.

It's a nice night, cold, but nice. In the sky, stars burn on a back-drop of navy, their blanket only broken by the soft, red blinking of the odd satellite or plane. The music from the tent floats out and lingers in the air, leaving you with enough space to actually think for a second.

You'd been overjoyed to watch Bakugo finally get hitched to Kirishima, but almost all of that excitement had died when you saw Kaminari. It had been almost ten years since the night he'd kissed you outside of UA, since you'd stumbled up the stairs to his dorm and let him be the first to touch you. He'd pretended as if it had never happened afterwards and you'd taken the hint.

A few months later, you'd moved south and he had stayed. He hadn't even shown up to your leaving party, despite both Sero and Kirishima telling you he'd be there.

But, all of that was in the past, or at least you'd thought it was until your eyes had grazed his as he stood beside the alter as Kirishima's best man and you'd felt a forgotten affection swell in your stomach. Sighing, you fiddle with your clutch bag and remove a half-full packet of cigarettes from within. You flip open the box, pluck one from inside and pop it in-between your lips before diving back into the clutch to search for a lighter. Rummaging for a second, you come up empty.

'Shit.'

'Need a light?'

The voice makes you shriek. You jump, stumble over your shoes and just about manage to catch yourself on the rail. Hand falling to your chest, you can feel the hammering of your heart through your skin.

'Am I that scary?' He snickers.

You squint, trying to make out his edges in the low light. Your eyebrows furrow, then lift as you focus on the man in front of you. He looks good, better than the last time you'd seen him: A scrawny shadow of himself pictured in a double page spread of a gossip magazine, something about heroism, drugs and a sex scandal printed in bright ink above it.

Flicking your eyes up to his, you're glad to see the spark has returned to his eyes. An old, but familiar shiver runs the length of your spine and suddenly, your stomach fills with motion. 'You... You look good.'

'Yeah?' He holds open his blazer, allowing you to get a full look as he slowly spins on the balls of his shoes and pinches at the skin of his stomach. 'Hero weekly says I'm chubby now.'

You're tempted to lie, to tell him that he's looked better, but you don't. 'No, you look good, healthy. It suits you.'

Something in Kaminari's chest stutters and he has to swallow the spit pooling in his mouth before he speaks again. 'Light?'

You pause. 'You don't mind?'

His face breaks into a smile, perfect and shining. 'Nah, don't even crave the things any more.' He misses out the bit about having enough nicotine patches on his chest and arms to stop a bull.

You concede. There's a comfort that comes back almost too easily, like the past finally catches up with you. It dampens the fire in your stomach, leaving you clutching at the anger that had grown inside of you since that night. You lean forward, letting him cup his hands around the end of your cigarette.

His hands shake when he tries to make a spark. It takes one, two, three times of his thumb coming down on the wheel before it finally catches a light and he can step back to a safer distance.

'It's still the same one, doesn't work as well now though.' He mumbles flicking the cap of the lighter. It's silver, with a chipped yellow lightning bolt painted on the front of it.

If you looked close enough, you're sure you'd be able to find the rough scratching of your entwined initials, engraved by his shaking hands at fifteen.

You breathe in, savour the burning of smoke as it infests your lungs and exhale. Turning, you rest against the rail and look back out over the field.

'So – you're -.'

'Sero said -.'

You both start up at the same time, the constriction of the silence around you forcing you both to attempt to fill it.

'You first -.'

'No, you – go on.' You encourage, arching an eyebrow.

Kaminari swallows. His heart thrums violently, threatening to deafen him, but he's just hoping that you can't see how bad his hands are shaking, how he can feel sweat beginning to bead his forehead. He's not an idiot. He knows how he left it, what you must think. As soon as Kirishima had asked him to be best man he’d felt his guts begin to twist and turn. The idea of seeing you again set his veins on fire. You cough and pull him back from the edge of his thoughts.

'I – uh...' He can't think. You're too close, too real and suddenly, his tongue seizes in his mouth.

Another beat of silence nestles its way into the conversation and you can't take it. You switch the conversation. 'Ei said you're going to work with Aizawa.'

He takes a deep breath and prepares himself to look at you, but it still doesn't stop the air being stolen from his lungs when he finally does. There's a flourish of nostalgia in his stomach and he swallows a grin. 'Yeah. He, uh, he sought me out. After all the – the, y'know, rehab and all that, he thought I'd be a good fit.'

'Yeah?' You raise your eyebrows. Kaminari's fall from grace had been far from undocumented. There had been barely a week that he hadn't appeared in some sort of magazine, his eyes dull and another questionable entourage in toe. Another one night stand, a model spotted having cocaine snorted off her tits; wherever there was chaos, Kaminari had followed.

'Yeah... We're, uhm, we're already working with a group of kids in UA. They got caught up in that villain attack down town. We do these workshops were we like pretend to be pro-hero's...'

Smiling, you raise your eyebrows. There's light in his voice, something you've missed and something you're keen to hold onto.

He snorts. 'No, I know, I know, but we pretend to be...' He shoots you a cheeky glance. '… Current... Pro-hero's doing interviews and talking about our experiences and stuff, y'know like it's miles away. Helps to sort it all out in your head, picture a future were it isn't all still hanging over you. There's this one kid, absolute firecracker... He stopped the whole fucking building collapsing before they could get everyone out, has a pretty nasty scar to thank for it too, but he does the most flawless impression of Bakugo it's almost scary.'

You bat at his arm instinctively and freeze as your hand wraps his bicep. For a second it's all too easy to forget you're not still teenagers clinging onto youth with both hands. 'That looks good on you too.'

'Huh?' He swallows before moving his hand to cover yours on his arm. His skin prickles when you don't pull away. It's hard to forget how it all ended. How he'd been too naïve to tell you how he felt, how he'd bit his tongue for months after he'd summoned the courage to finally kiss you and how he'd tried everything he could to run from the violent storm of emotions that had been released in his stomach that night.

It hadn't worked.

Avoiding you hadn't worked, neither had sleeping with other women or pretending it had never happened.

You lean into him, tightening your grip and the warmth of your skin reminds him that he's not the scared teenager he used to be.

'Helping kids, working with Aizawa...' You giggle, relaxing into his presence at last. 'It looks good on you. You light up when you talk about it... It's nice. Haven't seen you look like that since...' You chew your lip. 'Listen...' It's impossible to read him. His jaw is set, eyes facing forward as the cold begins to chap and redden his cheeks and you have to fight to push away the thought of how beautiful he still looks. 'I know you're only out here because Bakugo told you to be.' The accusation slips off your tongue too easily as the past rears it's head.

'I'm not – it's -.'

'You don't have to lie to me.' You offer him a broken smile, a truce of sorts.

'I really screwed up, didn't I?' He chuckles, letting smoke drift from his nose and mouth before turning to you.

'You did.'

There's a lapse in the conversation and he takes his chance. You're peering up at him, your eyes filled with the embers of something he hopes is affection and he dives in. 'Do you remember that night... Outside the school when... When, we -.' He feels stupid. The words lodge in his throat and refuse to move, forcing him to stop and haul in a breath. You'd think after all the talking therapy he'd be better at it by now.

He battles through, after all – he doesn't know when he'll get the chance to see you again.

If he doesn't do it now, he never will.

'When we slept together?' You sigh then tilt your head and finally give in, resting your head against his shoulder. Part of you wonders why he's brought it up, the other part isn't sure you care. Right now, you're just happy to bask in him. You've missed it: him. Even with the history between you. 'You don't have to apologise. I get it.'

'What do you mean?' Kaminari stammers.

'Well, It was a mistake, right?' It's a question disguised as a statement, but you don't give him time to answer before you're already trying to soften the blow yourself. 'We were young and people sleep together all the time, it's not a big deal. I just -.' You puff out your cheeks, finish your cigarette and drop it to the floor, letting Kaminari crush it with his dress shoe. 'I – I guess I just expected us to... It doesn't matter, you didn't want it and I respect that, just, it was just a hard pill to swallow, I think.

He takes another lungful of cold air, hoping the shock will calm him. It does, but only until he cranes his neck to look at you again. You're looking back up at him, your eyes wide and questioning, pupils blown out through darkness and alcohol. His gaze lingers on the soft pump of your lip and he's almost knocked over by the rush of memory that reminds him you used to taste like strawberries and smoke.

He wonders if you still do.

'It's not like that...'

You swallow. 'What was it like then?'

His voice is a whisper when he finally admits what he came out her to tell you. 'I was scared...' His thumb ghosts the back of your hand. 'I'm still scared.'

'Denki...'

'Yeah?' He's vaguely aware of the fact that he's unable to tear his eyes away from your face, but he's too caught up in the feel of you pressed to his side, where you belong, to care.

'Don't start saying things like that.'

'Why -.'

You lick at your back teeth, fighting annoyance. 'Not now. Especially not when there's a bridesmaid wondering where you've got to in there.' You hook a thumb back towards the tent.

'I'm not – we're not, we're not together or anything...' He's stumbling, making a mess as usual.

You roll your eyes. 'You don't have to lie.'

'I'm not lying.'

'I saw you all over her.'

'Dancing – we were -.'

Chewing at your lip, you sigh. 'It doesn't matter.'

'No.' He takes hold of your hand, squashes his own on top of yours and pins you as best as he can without forcing your fingers to entwine. 'It does.'

You swallow. 'Why now?'

'I – uh -.'

'Why not then?'

'I was scared.'

'You know...' You slip your hand from under his and fold your arms across your chest. 'It hurt when I realised that I was just another fuck for you, but it wasn't as bad as loosing a friend Denki – We were friends and you just fucking ghosted me. No explanation, no apology, you could have just fucking ignored it and I would have let things go back to normal, I would have just -.' You're crying, kind of. Tears well in your eyes, but you're refusing to let them fall. You've spent too many tears on him already and your make-up took almost an hour to do.

'I was a fucking idiot, I was scared and – and -.'

'I think I'm going to go...' You nod, swatting away his hand when he reaches for you. 'It was nice seeing you.' Turning, you're ready to make a short dash through the tent, ready to be as far away from the constricting air of the deck.

'No. Please. Please, don't go – not again, I just. Fuck.'

A hand wraps your wrist, pulling you back just enough that he can slip in front of you blocking your escape. 'Den - Kaminari.'

'Just let me, let me get this out. Okay.' He's pleading when he looks up at you, but he can't let you leave, not without at least trying. 'I was a fucking idiot. I was so scared that you'd hate me, that, that I'd be a bad boyfriend, or you'd move away and I wouldn't be enough, that I'd be too busy with work, or it'd be too much and I – I let that get the better of me. I was already falling apart, even back then and I didn't – I didn't want you to have to see it, to put up with it. You, fuck, you deserve so much and... That night...' He hauls in a breath. 'That night was one of the best nights of my life, not, not just the sex – just being with you and I – Well I did fuck it all up, didn't I... Look at the state of me - I couldn't, I couldn't have dragged you through all that.'

'Oi.' You fix him with a stare. 'Don't go blaming yourself, not for what you've been through - or how you've dealt with it. Never, okay... And for what it's worth, I would have gone to Hell and back if you'd asked.'

His jaw ticks, but when he turns to face you there's something almost thankful in the shine of his eyes. 'I'd never ask.'

You chuckle. 'I know. You wouldn't have had to. I've have done it anyway.'

He swallows.

You roll your lip between your teeth and bite down. 'So you liked me... Back then, I mean. When we – I wasn't just, just another girl that you...

'We both know I did.' He licks his lips. 'I was a fucking idiot, I -.' His eyes widen as he struggles to find a word to summarise the years that have elapsed between you and leaves him out on a limb.

'Do you still...'

He nods.

'And if, if it were to happen again, you'd want that?'

'More than anything.'

'And you wouldn't run away?'

'Only if I was chasing you.'

You smile, straighten and curl your body into his. 'Then...' You whisper. 'Kiss me.'

He does. Wrapping a hand around your neck, he lets his thumb rub at the softness behind your ear as your lips meet again for the first time in years.

Things go quickly from there...

It's overdue. A coming together that both of your bodies have longed for, for far too long. He kisses the same, with lips that are a touch too dry and a hunger no-one else has ever been able to match.

You have a mind to stop him, have a mind to stall his hands as they press to your chest and seek out the stiff peaks of your nipples, but you don't. Instead, you let yourself be overcome. Your hands find his belt. It's almost too easy to do, to unclasp the buckle and yank it clear of his suit pants. You cast it aside and are surprised when he doesn't seem to care where it lands.

He pushes you back, urging you further and further away from the wedding still raging inside and towards the scant privacy the deck can offer.

Although, it's more than obvious that neither of you care.

Each touch is electric. A build of emotion that had crystallised, now dissolving into your hands and dripping through your fingers. It's rough and needy, desperate, but more than that, it feels right.

'Here, quick.' You pull at the lapel of his suit jacket, yanking him impossibly closer.

He misreads the signs, twisting and turning as he attempts to wriggle from his jacket and slip it from his shoulders.

Tugging it back into place, you shake your head. 'No time, just...' You let your hand slide down his chest, feeling your way across the expanse of him before slipping your fingers into the waist of his suit pants. '… Come here.'

Kaminari moans as you make quick work of his pants, shoving them eagerly half way to his thigh. 'Don't need to tell me twice.' He chuckles, using what little air remains in his lungs to whine as your fingers graze over his hardening cock.

You tease for barely a second longer before taking hold of him and squeezing.

'Fuck.' His head rocks back on his shoulders, eyes rolling to the skies as he sinks into the feeling of having you again. 'I've missed you. Shit.'

You chuckle and lean in close, pressing your chest to his as you lick at the shell of his ear. 'Have you missed me or just my hand?'

Immediately, he pulls back. His hands wrap around your elbows as he holds you at arms length. He looks comical, with his pants clinging to the thin at the end of his thighs and his grey boxers almost dyed black, stained with pre-cum as his cock pulses in its confines, spilling more desperation onto the fabric. 'I really have missed you...'

Stooping to catch your eye, he raises his eyebrows and offers you a smile. 'You. Not the sex, not anything else. Yo -.'

You barely let him finish his sentence before you're breaking from his constriction and pressing back into him. 'I've missed you too...' Biting his lip, you ease the sting with a kiss. 'But, we really don't have a lot of time and I'm so fucking wet I -.'

He whines against your mouth. 'Can – Fuck, let me taste.'

'Maybe later.'

The idea of later makes his blood sing, but the sound of the party still raging inside quickly refocuses him on the task at hand. 'Think I can make you cum in five minutes?'

'Oh.' You squeak when his hand pinches at your ass. 'I fucking hope so.'

'Challenge accepted.' Grinning from ear to ear, Kaminari presses back until you bump against the wooden railing of the deck. His hands roam across your body, squeezing and nipping at everything he can reach. Reaching up, he takes hold of the strap before pausing. 'Can I?' Or will this rip?'

'It'll be fine... Just -' You push your chest out, helping as best you can as Kaminari pulls down the front of your dress to expose you to the air.

The cold air forces your nipples to pebble immediately, the lip of your dress forcing your breasts to sit high and pretty and in perfect reach of Kaminari's wondering hands.

He cups your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples until you squirm. If he had time, he'd savour this. He'd crane his neck, bow to your beauty and take one of those hardened rose buds into his mouth. He'd taste your skin, savour the salt and lick effortlessly over you until your cries became the background noise to his dreams. Licking his teeth, he looses himself to the feeling of you filling his hand. The fat of your tit spills through his fingers as he squeezes, earning another breathy gasp from you before turning his attention to other areas.

'Denki...' You're breathing heavy already, your chest heaving as Kaminari takes his pleasures feeling every inch of you. His hands sink, exploring. He pinches at your ribs, skates over your ribs and grips your hips before landing a firm smack against your ass. 'Denki, please... Fuck, c'mon, I need -.'

'Yeah?' His pupils have blown when he looks at you. Rings of gold struggle to keep them in check as hunger threatens to swallow them whole.

You nod, helping him yank up your dress until it's bunched up around your hips. Shivering against the cold, your knees knock together as a wave of vulnerability suddenly washes over you. You're freezing. The arousal trapped in your underwear cooling by the second, even as your cunt burns to be touched.

'Fuck...' Kaminari's hand sinks into your underwear the second it can. His fingers brush across trimmed pubic hair before petting, gently, at your clit.

You moan, bucking into his hand as he slips further and brushes his fingertips across your entrance. Bringing his hand back up, he presents his hand to you in the air. Your arousal shines on his skin, the glittering light from tent making it shimmer as he widens his fingers, leaving sticky strings to hang between index and forefinger.

He admires the shine. 'You're so fucking wet.'

Nodding, you reach for his wrist to pull it to your mouth – tasting yourself and cleaning his skin, but before you can, his tongue darts out of his mouth. He collects your slick like a delicacy and moans as your sweetness hits the back of his throat.

'Denki, I can't wait anymore... Please -.'

Kaminari wastes no time. In a moment, he has himself freed from his boxers, his cock hard and twitching against your stomach and your leg hooked lazily over his arm.

You tug aside your underwear yourself, exposing your cunt to him fully. There's no time to waste. Something primal eats away at your insides, something you're sure will only subside once he's seated inside of you. Your fingers itch, one hand playing with the strays hairs at the base of his neck as you look down and watch as he guides himself into you.

The initial push makes him hiss. You're tight. Tighter than he remembers as your walls wrap around him and clench. Locking his jaw, he hauls in a breath through his teeth and wills himself away from embarrassment.

Feeling him twitch helplessly inside of you, you grasp him by the lapel and pull him close until your nose touches his. 'Don't you dare. Not...' He gives you another inch, making you gasp and roll your hips. 'Not yet, don't fucking -.'

'Don't worry, baby. 'm not, not gonna.' Holding onto his sanity with his fingernails, Kaminari pulls back his hips and grinds back into you. The rhythm he sets up is uneven at best, but still, each thrust causes his cock to rub directly across the sponge roof of your cunt making you whine and cling.

Lips finding his neck, you litter him with lust. Your teeth find purchase, biting down to stifle the moans bubbling in your chest as he continues to fuck you, bottoming out each time in an effort to give you everything he has.

'You're gonna leave a mark.' He speaks through gasps, his pace stuttering as he continues to try and please you. The muscle in his thighs shake, his hands struggling not to clamp down on your waist as he pushes through the pulsing of his balls that threatens an early end.

You chuckle, revelling in the goose-flesh your breath leaves in its wake. It's intimate, setting a fire in your stomach as you pull back enough to catch his eye once more. You smile. 'What? Don't want your cheeky bridesmaid side piece to see?'

His pace falters. 'I don't.'

'Denki, baby... I'm joking.'

The pet name hatches butterflies in his sternum. They bump against the bone, tickling his organs and making him feel like he could float six feet from the floor. Not for the first time, he curses his own previous cowardice for stealing away all the pet names the past could have gifted him.

Bringing your foreheads together, you pant, breathing in each others air for a moment.

It's always felt like a cop out to call him 'The one that got away'. The title had never fit, no matter how much you'd wanted it to – or wished at one point and yet, right here, now, you wonder how you'd ever even brought yourself to think of him like that. 'Denki... Denks.' He hums, transfixed by a look he'd only been able to imagine in your eyes. 'What – what do you need. Tell me.'

You chew your lip, muttering. 'I'm never going to cum like this.'

'Ah.' His eyes light up, a shock of understanding zipping through him.

It might have been years, but he remembers every second of that night you spent together. He remembers you quaking, remembers how you'd looked on your hands and knees, thighs shaking as your spine curved deliciously, your ass bouncing as you rocked yourself back on his cock desperately. How could he forget?

Slipping out of you, he pulls back only enough to lay his hands on your waist and spin you.

You twist, dizzy and grab hold of the railing to steady yourself. Instantly, you're up on your tip-toes, back curved as you wait, pretty and presented. Anticipation lances through your legs making holding yourself up difficult, but it's all worth it when you feel him stretch you open and slide home.

Not giving you a second to adjust, he sets a blinding pace, spurred on by the memory of what it had felt like to have you fall apart around him. The fingers of his right hand dig into the flesh of your hip as the other slides up your back and takes hold of your neck. He grips, leaning over you to whisper, hoarse, in your ear. 'Touch yourself... Touch yourself for me, show me how good you feel, baby.'

You obey. Slipping a hand between your legs, you spread your fingers to feel him rutting into you for a moment. The skin of his cock is silk soft and slippery with your arousal, grazing the sides of your fingers as you shift and finally, begin to rub at your clit.

'Fuck...' Kaminari's grip on your hip stutters, growing light as he feels you tighten up around him. 'Go – Good girl. Shit. I'm not – not gonna last, I -.'

You don't need him too. In a few moments, you feel the telltale rush. Your cunt aches, clit pulsing as your orgasm threatens to reduce you to your knees. With your eyes rolling back into your head, you struggle to keep circling your clit, but Kaminari's fingers replace yours without you asking.

His movement is clumsy, but he manages to fuck you through your high either way. 'Holy, holy fuck... You feel, feels so – fucking Hell.' Stuttering, he struggles through, pouring his focus into you as you milk him relentlessly, bringing him closer and closer to his own end. With a tight chest, you reel back, glancing over your shoulder.

Kaminari's face is flushed, his cheek bones brushed with a pink that makes him look boyish and young. The edge of his mouth is twisted, a cause of his teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek and his jaw is clenched, bringing out the cut line of his jaw.

He's close. You can tell. The thought thrills you, your cunt tightening on impulse as you await your prize.

'Where, fuck, fuck... I can't cum on your dress, you're – you're gonna have to move, or, or -.'

Reaching back, you grab at the edge of his suit jacket and pull at him, forcing his hips against your ass. 'Inside.'

He doesn't get a chance to think, his body makes the decision for him. His balls tighten, pulsing as he cums, emptying himself inside of you. Curling over, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, teeth scraping against the exposed skin as he pours himself into you, pumping you full.

With your stomach full and his lips grazing the base of your neck, you relax into a bone-deep kind of satiation you'd not felt since that night. It's surreal. Absurd as you come crashing back to reality as realise that the party has begun to quieten inside of the tent.

He's still dripping out of you when you hear the high pitched whistle cut through the air.

Kamiari turns. Tearing his suit jacket from his shoulders, he drapes it over your hips, covering his own mess.

'You two made up then?' Sero's smile is blinding. His hands are dug into his pockets, thumbs poking out over the material as he shrugs himself into his shoulders. He's plastered, his hair mattered and a mess as it falls from its bun, but even the alcohol making him stagger doesn't put a stop to his mischief.

Kaminari panics. His voice is still breathless, shaking slightly from the force of the orgasm that had almost had him seeing static. He should have made you cum quicker, shouldn't have slowed down the way he did. Fuck, he should have asked you to come back to his hotel. You deserve better than a quick, forgive me fuck outside of a tent in almost freezing temperature. He curses himself and cringes. 'How long have you been stood there?'

'Long enough to be pitching a tent, you guys don't fuck around huh...' He chuckles to himself. 'Well, I guess you do but -.'

Struggling with your dress, you can't help the smile that breaks your lips when Kaminari shields you and helps get your tits situated and hidden once more. Stepping from behind him, you slide a hand down his arm and twist your fingers in his. Hoping this time he won't run away. 'What do you want Hanta? We're just about to get out of here.'

Even if you had been trying to miss the smile that brightens Kaminari's face, you wouldn't have been able to. He re-adjusts his jacket, now slung over your shoulders and squeezes your hand tight.

Sero chuffs. Still too drunk to know better. 'When I first came out here I just wanted to smoke, but now I'm thinking of asking to watch.'

Reaching down, you pluck one of your heels from the floor before turning and throwing it headlong at Sero's head.

He ducks, laughing as the shoe goes wide. 'That a maybe then?'

'Hanta...' Kaminari whines, but Sero is already backing away holding his hands up in a mock surrender.

'Woah, woah...' A cheeky smile tugs at his lip, bringing his left dimple out in a way that only happens when there's real mischief up his sleeve. 'I guess now would be a bad time to tell you that the lights out here cause a pretty solid shadow to be cast on the side of that tent then, huh?'

The colour drains from both of your faces. 'No...'

Sero's eyes shine as he reaches into his pocket and removes his phone. 'I've got a video of it if you don't believe me...'

-> Masterlist

[tarithenurse]

The roommate

Fandom: MCU. Pairing/starring: Bucky Barnes & fem!reader. Word count: 1059. Content: Angst, slight pining, weapons, [Y/N], unbetaed as usual. A/N: Got an idea. Got to writing. Thinking of maybe making a second chapter...we’ll see if it makes sense. Please reblog and comment – it’s fuel!

The roommate

Somehow, it had all gone wrong.

You had just wanted to be helpful and dump the laundry in his room for him so you could wash your own load.

No scratch that, that’s not where it started fucking up.

You hadn’t known he was home. If you had, you’d have knocked. If you’d had knocked, you would have waited with entering until he called out ‘yes’.

If you just had done all that, then you wouldn’t now be faced with a gun.

You still have his laundry in your arms as your mind does loops to figure out how this could all happen to you of all people.

“James?” you manage to eek out.

You like your roommate. Quiet and polite, it had taken a long time before you two became friendly enough to hang out for fun. Then you’d learned that he was good at a lot of things: puzzles and quizzes – he always did the Sunday’s difficult crossword in record time while you struggled with the easy one, he’d sorted the lock on the storage unit in the basement when you lost the key – thus revealing that he liked picking locks, what was most telling right now that there was more to the man was the fact that he had you at gunpoint and only looked mildly apologetic.

“I didn’t think you were home,” he says as if that explains everything. It doesn’t.

“Likewise,” you stammer, eyes fixed on the weapon.

Stepping back, he motions you to drop the laundry on the bed. “You shouldn’t have come in here.”

It’s the first time you’re in the room since you rented it out to him. Now you see how spartan he lives...and you see a desk covered in an arsenal of weapons and passports and stacks of money and...nothing makes sense.

“I’m not...I won’t...” you offer tamely, hoping he believes you.

He sighs. Then he lowers the gun, clicking on the safety.

“Sit.”

Of course you obey, plopping down next to the pile of t-shirts, socks, and boxer shorts that you had tried not to think of him in.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, a nagging voice tells you that him lying like this about his identity probably is a breach of the rental agreement so you can keep the deposit. Another voice is trying to draw your attention to the fact that he’s only wearing grey sweatpants – his perfect chest is bare and not even the scar by the stump of a shoulder is enough to make him ugly.

“I know you won’t tell anyone,” he finally says, “because no one would believe you.”

He’s right. No one would. A one armed man would not be a logical criminal...or whatever he is. You glance to the table again. Spy? Assassin?

Following your line of sight, James nods. “Yeah...I guess you’re wondering what that’s for.”

He steps over, places the gun down and picks up a passport that he tosses to you. Fumbling, you catch it and flip it open.

Well, at least he gave you the right first name...it’s the other two that makes it all make sense, though: James Buchanan Barnes.

While you study the picture, you’re vaguely aware that he slides open the closet and pulls something out. It’s only as the whirring sound breaks the silence that you look up and see the infamous prosthetic that turns him into everyone’s nightmare or hot dream: the Winter Soldier.

“I’ll be gone in 20 minutes,” he says flatly.

“Why?” you blurt out, surprising yourself just as much as him.

James narrows his eyes at you. “I figured you wouldn’t want me and my...gear around.”

“I...don’t think I mind...I mean...you’re one of the good guys, yeah?”

You’ve seen the news: Falcon is the new Captain America. The Winter Soldier is his menacing sidekick.

Maybe James haven’t watched the same shows as you though, because he cocks his head with a bemused smile. “I’m sure there are differing opinions on that.”

“I’m sure there are people who hate me too but that doesn’t mean I’m bad,” you counter, now more sure of yourself. “I don’t mind you staying...kinda makes me feel even safer than it already did.”

“Technically it shouldn’t.”

“You can actually protect me if there’s a burglar or something,” you point out.

He lifts a finger and opens his mouth before lowering the digit again. “Okay. True.”

“Good. Then you stay,” you decide.

You glance at the picture in the passport one more time, realizing a bit too late that he might have scoped out the entire place – including your room – to feel safe here. And if he’s been to your room, then he might have found the pictures on your vanity...one of which is a young Bucky Barnes in uniform and looking cocky.

“If you’ll excuse me,” you mumble, tossing the passport back as you get up.

He doesn’t stop you but he does follow as you shuffle out of his room and head down the hall to yours. You’re loath to open the door with him there, knowing that the vanity will be in view, but you have to get to that picture and hide it just in case he hasn’t seen it yet.

“[Y/N]...” his voice is low. Humming. “Do you know why I took your offer even if the rent isn’t the lowest in the area?”

You’ve stopped with the hand on the door handle. “No?” You don’t dare to turn.

“Major in history, minor in politics...your thesis was on the impact of the serum in the arms’ race,” he quietly explains, “but you never lost sight of the person embodying it.” Cool fingertips land on your shoulder. “I’ve done my research...and I’ve gone through every nook and cranny of this place more than once.”

You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks. “Every nook and...?”

“Every surface.” Gently turning you, he has to lift your face up with a finger under your chin. “I’m surprised you didn’t realize earlier.”

“You look different with the hair and beard and...yeah...”

You can hear how lame it sounds. Sure, you’d liked that there were some similarities but you’d never allowed yourself to entertain the idea that he might be the very same guy.

“Let’s get takeout and find a bottle of wine or two and talk,” James, Bucky, offers.

“Sounds good.”

[p-redux]

Well, folks, the day has finally come, I'm so angry about something, I can barely speak, let alone write. But write I will...

Here goes. I, Purv, in NO WAY, approve of Bcac's blog or her. It has come to my attention that after Bcac's account was deactivated by Tumblr and then quickly reactivated, she made this mention of me. 👇

First of all, what I said I said privately in a DM. If I had wanted to offer public support, I would have. I thought my DM conversations were private, apparently not. The person I DMed with has already apologized to me for betraying my confidence. Secondly, just because I said Bcac shouldn't lose her account does NOT mean I'm cool with her or her blog. I said in DM that I didn't think Bcac should have lost her blog, but because I think everyone should have freedom of speech, in general. That's it.

But now Bcac has taken what I said privately and weaponized it to try to legitimize herself with those other than the Sam-haters and Purv-haters she surrounds herself with. And THAT I'm VERY upset about.

Bcac has toned down her blatant displays of Sam hate because she realizes she has a captive audience of Sam fans who are waiting on his every move. And she provides that for them. But let me be VERY CLEAR, Bcac has disdain for Sam Heughan. And, she welcomes people who have disdain for him on her blog. And people who have disdain for me. She regularly commiserates with and allows comments from KNOWN Sam haters. They have harassed and bullied Sam and talked sh*t about the women he dates for years.

Here's a quick sampling of MANY examples, showing Bcac talking badly about Sam and allowing others to. 👇

Aside from the Sam-haters that Bcac welcomes on her blog, she also welcomes those who have made MY life hell for years and years. I recognize so many names from the past. People who harassed me all day and even tried to dox me. That's who flocks to Bcac's blog. Sam-haters, Purv-haters, don't be fooled thinking that's not the case. I can name names if anyone is interested in DM.

Bcac herself has talked sh*t about me privately and publicly on her blog. Here's a quick example of her making fun of me and also putting Sam down in the process. 👇

Here she is continuing to put me down, even making fun of my eye issues! 👇

Like I said, this is only the tip of the iceberg of Bcac and her followers mocking me. And she's toned it down significantly because she knows many of my followers now look at her blog too.

So, yes, I don't think Bcac should have had her blog deactivated, but ONLY because I believe in freedom of speech. Even for b*tches who talk sh*t about Sam and about me. And make no mistake, Bcac and her minions are b*tches. They're just hiding it better these days. Except for the blogger who shared my DM, she's not a b*tch. But I will be parting ways since I can no longer trust her. Silly me, I thought it was possible for someone to be best friends with Bcac and also be friendly with me. I should know better after 10 years in this Godforsaken fandom.

Tumblr only lets you post 10 pics, but if anyone is interested in more crap Bcac has posted about me or Sam, hit me up in DM, and I'll show you.

So, today is the day I draw the line in the sand. I don't want to ever hear Bcac's name or anyone associated with her. Why would I want anything to do with someone who puts me down? I'm not going to tolerate that. No one should. Soooo, anyone who is chummy to me on my blog, but then I get wind you're also chummy with Bcac, will get blocked. I'm done with this bullsh*t. I get it, she finds out Sam's every move and people want that info. So, go ahead and get it from her. But, you won't ALSO be able to stay on my blog. Am I making people pick sides? Absofuckinglutely. If that means I lose a lot of followers. So be it. I've decided I'd rather have no followers than two-faced people. I like Sam and I like myself. She doesn't like Sam and she doesn't like me. You can't be okay with her and her sh*t talking of me, and be okay with me. It's impossible. Simple as that.

Those of the more reasonable calm, Switzerland type personalities may not understand my choice. Those of the passionate, take a stand, have your back no matter what persuasion, will understand. Maybe it's my Italian blood, maybe, I've put up with too much betrayal and bullsh*t in this fandom. It is what it is. And what it is...is that I'll leave this post up for a few days for people to read it, and then I'll start blocking people. So, if you find yourself not being able to see my blog, you'll know why.

Again, this is not me being upset over some minor disagreement or Bcac constantly accusing me of stealing her stuff (funny, how a few days ago, SHE stole two exclusive pics I got of the Outlander cast at the Taylor Swift concert, but whatever), THIS is because she has said and says horrible things about me and about Sam. Obviously, she does it more in private now since she wants to keep her Sam fan followers. And so many eat her info up, not knowing she's secretly laughing about you in DMs with the Sam haters. I'm done turning a blind eye to it. And I want people to know how toxic she is to Sam. And to me. And that she used what I said about her blog in a very misleading way to make herself look good. "Look, even Purv thought I should have my blog back, I must be okay." Nope, don't get it twisted, sister. And the industry people in L.A. I know who know Sam personally were made aware a long time ago about all the Sam hate blogs, which means Sam was too. Those liking, reblogging, or commenting on Bcac's posts are guilty by association. JS.

For those who have supported me all these years, you mean the world to me. Loyalty is everything, so thank you. ❤️

PS. So much for not writing a long ass post. 🤷‍♀️

[cosyvelvetorchid]

‘Death Becomes Them’ chapter 1 is up!

Read on ao3 or below

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Rated: E (not this chapter)

Words: 3,111

TW: death, homophobic language.

Summary:

A month after Tommy devastates Buck by breaking up with him, Tommy’s dad dies and he find himself at Bucks door searching for comfort.

Although Buck is still reeling (and baking) from the break up, he can’t find it in him to leave Tommy to deal with his grief alone and agrees to accompany Tommy back to his childhood home while he deals with the arrangements.

Spending a few days together, with Tommy finally opening up about his past, makes them both reevaluate things and share some truths.

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Buck stood staring at the inside of his full to the brim fridge wondering where hell he was going to put the latest offering, a six-layer chocolate cake.

It’s was fine. He’d take out the banana loaf and walnut cake and take them to the B-shift on his day off tomorrow. He was in the middle of trying to squeeze it into the fridge when a loud knock on the door came out of nowhere and he almost dropped it.

“God damnit!” He swore before putting it back down on the counter and walking to the door.

He opened it and every breath seemed to leave his body.

“T-Tommy.”

His heart swung like a pendulum between utter joy at seeing his face again and raging anger that he’d just shown up out of the blue.

He knew they’d run into each other eventually but figured it would be on the job. He thought he’d have more time to prepare for seeing those eyes again. Those same eyes that had looked into his whilst opening up his chest cavity and ripping out his heart by hand.

However, something was different about Tommy’s eyes. They weren’t the bright blue ones he was used to (and missed) seeing. They were dull and unfocused.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

Tommy’s eyes took a few seconds to focus on Buck before he spoke. His voice was not one Buck had ever heard from him before. It wasn’t the deep, confident one that comforted him after a bad call or whispered beautiful commands into his ear when naked and tangled up together in bed.

It was meek and fragile; his tone giving away that even he himself was surprised by what he was about to say:

“My dad died.”

The half of Buck heart that still existed solely for Tommy, cracked. He stepped aside to allow Tommy to enter and he took a few slow steps into Bucks apartment. He stood almost perfectly in between the door and the kitchen island just staring ahead.

Buck had the fight the instinct to wrap his arms around him. He couldn’t do that. Not now. He didn’t have the right—he wasn’t Tommy’s boyfriend anymore.

“Are.. are you okay?” He asked instead, rounding the island and standing at the other end. Tommys eyes continued to stare forward, not meeting his.

“I don’t.. I don’t know. We hadn’t talked in.. 10 years. I..”

Tommy had occasionally mentioned vaguely that he didn’t talk to his dad; compared him to Gerrard once, but that was about it. Buck hadn’t want to pry so didn’t asked about him.

Buck was uncertain about asking the question; terrified he’d scare Tommy away. But he’d never seen Tommy like this in the entire time they were together.

His shoulders were slumped; arms hanging loosely by his side—hands not on his hips or in his pockets like he’d usually stand. He was every bit not the Tommy he’d knew.

“Do you.. do you want to talk about it?”

Tommy’s eyes finally focused on Bucks and he could see the shiny emotion glazed across the surface that Tommy was trying to keep at bay.

Tommy nodded silently.

“Okay.” Buck said softly. “You go and sit on the couch and I’ll make us some tea.” Tommy didn’t respond but did as Buck asked and aimlessly walked over to the couch.

Buck opened a cabinet and slid a few things aside until the box of double bergamot tea came into view. It was Tommy’s favourite and Buck hadn’t thrown it away. Truthfully, he hadn’t gotten rid of anything that belonged to Tommy. Not his toothbrush, not his protein bars and not his pretentious tea.

Getting rid of Tommy’s things, even if they were just stupid unimportant things like his favourite snacks, meant getting rid of Tommy. Buck wasn’t ready for that. Instead he shoved Tommys toothbrush into the bathroom cabinet, hid the protein bars in the back of his pantry and his tea behind cans of soup.

He placed two mugs of steaming tea onto the coffee table and took at seat on the opposite side of the couch.

“Thanks.” Tommy said quietly.

“Can.. can I ask what happened?” Buck asked.

“Uh, doctors think it was a heart attack. The kid that delivered his newspaper every morning called the police when he hadn’t picked it up from the yard yesterday.” Tommy told him.

“How did he know something was wrong that soon?”

Tommy let out a small laugh but it was cold and empty. “Because he knew my dad wouldn’t leave it out longer than a few minutes. You so much as bend a blade of his grass in the wrong direction and you’d know about it.”

Resentment oozed from the word “his”. Along with the weight of a story Buck wasn’t privy to.

“He was.. he was particular about his front yard?”

“He was particular about everything. Everything had to be perfect. The perfect yard in front of the perfect house with the perfect family inside. Superficially anyway. But behind that front door..” he shook his head a swallowed. “..it was hell.”

There were a thousand questions Buck had in his desperation to know more about Tommy. But none he felt comfortable asking. He wasn’t talking about past relationships or old jobs—he was talking about his childhood. One that, judging by Tommy’s tone and his body language, wasn’t one he spoken about much before. If ever.

Buck was still struck by the difference in Tommy’s presence. He was sat on Bucks couch with his hands in his lap; fingers picking at his nails. His posture wasn’t upright and confident, instead he was almost curled down into himself.

Tommy reached forward and held the mug of tea in both hands without taking a sip, as though he were trying to preoccupy his hands.

“When I a kid, like 6 or something, my dad got a job in this warehouse doing night shifts. I’d help my mom cook dinner. Mostly by badly stirring stuff. But it was the only time it got to be just me and her.” A somber smile flashed across his face at the memory. “One night, my dad came home early; had a fight with the Forman and got fired. He was angry as hell when he walked in but when he saw me helping mom..” He blew out a breath. “He yanked me to him by my collar and screamed in my face that.. that only fags and women cook. I.. I was 6–I didn’t know what that word meant, but I knew it was a bad thing.”

Buck’s heart broke at Tommy’s confession. He had his own issues with his parents but at worst they were emotionally neglectful— they were never intentionally cruel or abusive. He couldn’t imagine being in an environment like Tommy’s.

“That was his go to insult for everything that was remotely feminine, or he thought was feminine. Unless you cried. That got you beaten into silence.”

Buck instinctively reached out and placed a hand on Tommy’s forearm.

“They need me to, uh.. identify is body formally tomorrow.” Tommy said stopping to take a breath. “I know that I don’t have the right to ask anything of you, but-“

“What time do we need to be there?” Buck interrupted. It was a no brainer to him to go with Tommy.

His feelings for the man—including the anger—were still deeply situated inside of him, and simply being in Tommy’s presence made it feel as though his heart was in a vice. But he’d take that pain for Tommy’s sake, if it could provide him even the smallest amount of comfort.

“Are you sure?” He asked finally looking at Buck. “I you don’t have to..”

Without thinking he reached up and held Tommy’s face with his hand. “I want to.” He said softly. Tommy closed his eyes for a second, tilting his head into Bucks hand.

For a fraction of a moment it felt like before. Like neither of them had had their hearts broken. The familiar feeling of Tommy’s unshaven jaw in Bucks hand, and the comforting feeling of Bucks palm on Tommy’s face.

Tommy pulled away from Bucks had with an awkward cough.

“I said I’d meet the coroner at the hospital at 1 o’clock. So, we should leave around 8am.” He said.

“Okay.”

Tommy put his half empty mug on the coffee table and stood up. “Thanks for the tea. I should go home.”

“No!” Buck replied louder and quicker than he had anticipated.

“Buck.” Tommy argued and Buck swallowed away the pain at hearing Tommy call him that. “That’s not-.”

“I mean you can stay on the couch.” Tommy opened his mouth to argue but Buck carried on. “I just.. I don’t think it’s safe for you to drive like this.”

Tommy looked as though he wanted to argue but didn’t.

“Okay.” He eventually conceded.

“I-I’ll get you a blanket.” Buck said leaving for his bedroom.

He opened his linen closet and stood behind it for a second to take a few breaths. His heart had been racing since the moment Tommy knocked on the door. So many conflicting feelings were bouncing around in his head and heart he was in danger of spinning out.

Torn between wanting to scream in Tommys face, letting him know in gory and intimate detail how he’d destroyed Bucks heart when he unceremoniously dumped him in the middle of his kitchen and walked out, and also wanting to tell Tommy he still loved him and beg him to take him back.

He blew out a last heavy breath and pulled out a blanket and pillow before walking back down the stairs.

Tommy took it from him and noticed the tag still attached at one of the corners. “New blanket?”

“Oh. Sorry.” Buck pulled off the tag. “Yeah I, uh.. bought it after you stayed on the couch when I dislocated my shoulder. That old one barely covered you.” He huffed a small laugh.

Tommy looked as though he wanted to say something and Buck looked back in anticipation. Instead Tommy turned away to lay the pillow on the other end of the couch.

“If you need anything I’ll be upstairs.” Buck walked to the stairs and climbed the first step.

“Thank you, Evan.”

His heart flickered at hearing his name spoken again from Tommy’s mouth. “You’re welcome, Tommy.”

*

Bucks sleep was patchy at best.

Tommy fucking Kinard, the man who helped to unlock the door to a hidden galaxy of feelings within himself; his ex boyfriend; the man who tore his heart to pieces ventricle by ventricle; the man who his ventricle-less heart still searched for to find its natural rhythm, was laying 6 feet beneath him.

How was he supposed to sleep soundly with that?!

Around 6:30am he got out of bed, bleary-eyed, and crept downstairs as quietly as possible to shower. He hoped that the steaming hot water that cascaded over his body would also wash away the apprehension he was feeling.

It did not.

After getting out and drying off he opened the cabinet under the sink to retrieve Tommy’s stupidly expensive (in Buck’s humble opinion) shower gel, along with his shampoo and put them both back in the shower, then put his toothbrush back into the holder in front of the mirror.

They looked like they belonged there. They did belong there. His bathroom had somehow looked entirely different for the last month having only a couple of things removed and hidden away. Every time Buck entered the room, a room he’d entered probably thousands of times in the years he’d lived there, without Tommy’s possessions dotted around, it looked empty.

As quietly as a he could he left the bathroom and put on the coffee. He was going to need caffeine today. And carbs. Lots of carbs. He eyed up the banana loaf that was still on the counter from last night and decided it was the perfect breakfast.

Buck walked over to the couch to wake up Tommy but stopped for a moment to look at him. He was lying on his back, one leg straight, the other bent with just a slither of his bare knee poking out of the side of the blanket.

His face was slack; calm and devoid of any of the grief.

Beautiful.

“Tommy?” He said tapping his leg. He shifted in his position but didn’t wake. “Tommy?” Buck said a little louder.

“Mmm five’more m’nits baby.” He mumbled and god did that shoot what felt like another lightning bolt directly to Bucks heart.

“Tommy.” He said louder and gave his knee a rougher shake. Tommy’s eyes shot open and he leaned up quickly scanning his surroundings before his eyes met Bucks. His body relaxed a little when he realised where he was.

“Sorry.” Buck said quietly. “It’s almost 7. I thought you might want to have a shower and some coffee before we left.”

Tommy rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times in an attempt to wake himself as he sat up.

“Uh, thanks.”

“There’s coffee in the kitchen and fresh towels in the bathroom. Help yourself.” He said. And god did it feel weird.

Informing him of fresh towels and beverages like it was a fucking hotel. He hadn’t had to do that in so long. From the moment they started dating Tommy had slid into place in Bucks apartment as though he’d always been there. They’d move in sync around the place whilst getting ready for the day or winding down for bedtime.

Tommy knew where the towels were kept and the wash cloths. He knew which shelf Buck preferred to keep his milk and where he’d keep his extra stack of dish sponges. Extra pillows, batteries for the TV remote and the secret stash of ice cream in the back of the freezer Buck always denied the existence of—Tommy knew it all.

And now Buck was forced to treat him like a temporary guest.

Tommy sat up fully and stretched before removing the blanket. Of course the first thing Buck noticed was Tommy was only wearing boxers on his lower half. He knew Tommy didn’t like wearing sweats or pyjamas to bed and yet he hadn’t prepared his eyes to catch sight of him like this again.

He bit back a sound and quickly turned on his heels and made for his bedroom closet returning a minute later with clothes in his arms and hoping Tommy had had the sense to put his sweats back on.

He had thankfully.

Buck placed the clothes on the table. “Some fresh clothes.”

“You didn’t have to-“

“They’re, uh, yours.” Buck said feeling a flush of embarrassment slither through him.

“Oh.” Tommy said looking at the washed out jeans and navy hoodie that he knew would have “LAFD Harbor Station” logo on its breast. “I thought you’d have thrown them out.” He sounded surprised.

“I wouldn’t just throw them away—they belonged to you.” He walked over to the coffee pot; a sudden need to turn away from Tommy’s face. “I wasn’t ready to get rid of them yet.”

If Tommy wanted to say something, he kept it hidden. Buck poured two mugs of coffee and turned back to hand one to Tommy.

Without thinking Tommy walked to the fridge—something he always did before—to retrieve the milk.

“Jesus.” He said being suddenly face to face with some serious competition to the Great British Bake Off.”

Buck flushed with embarrassment once more. “Yeah, I-I’ve been baking.”

“I can see that.” Tommy replied not being able to look away from the baked goods.

“Uh, here.” Buck moved a few things out of the way to get to the milk that had been pushed to back.

His shoulder brushed up against Tommy’s and his stomach twisted at the familiar touch. He ached to stand there body to body; basking in Tommy’s familiar smell and warmth. Instead he moved away to shove a mouthful of banana bread into his mouth to distract himself.

“I’m gonna take that shower.” Tommy told him and disappeared into the bathroom.

*

The drive up to Tommy’s old town was mostly quiet. Buck had tried arguing that Tommy didn’t have to drive but he insisted. He’d asked about the 118 and Buck had told him what they’d be up to (aside from Maddie being pregnant), and how Denny was recovering. Buck had asked about Lucy and Melton and the others at the Harbor and Tommy had filled him in about Meltons anniversary and Lucy’s latest dating debacle.

They didn’t talk about them—as an ex couple or individually. Neither asked what the other had been up to or how each of them was and both seemed to be content with that for now. Just driving the open road towards Tommy’s past.

Buck wasn’t new to seeing a dead body; the sad reality of his job. But there was something entirely different about peering through a window in a hospital corridor and seeing someone lying still and pale on a gurney with a sheet draped up to the chest.

The clinical nature of the moment gave Buck an uncomfortable feeling. His eyes took in Thomas Kinard Sr’s features and he tried to connect them to Thomas Jr’s. He definitely had his father’s nose and those cheek bones were definitely from the Kinard family gene pool. Everything else he must have gotten from his mother. Bucks mind drifted to what she would look like.

He was pulled back to reality when Tommys hand grabbed onto his for stability.

“Yeah. Yeah that’s him. Thomas Kinard.”

After signing a few forms, the hospital were happy with Tommy’s formal identification and sent him on his way with information about a local funeral home and a clear plastic bag with his fathers wallet and keys inside that had been on his body when he was brought into the hospital.

25 minutes. That’s how long it took to walk into a hospital, identity your father’s dead body, sign some forms and walk out.

They got back into Tommys truck and he blew out a deep breath.

“You okay? That.. that was hard, I know.”

“Yeah. I’m.. I’m okay.” Tommy answered. Buck wasn’t sure whether to believe him. He seemed okay but Buck was well aware how good Tommy was at keeping things to himself.

“What do you want to do now?” Buck asked.

“I think.. I think I want to go home.”

“Okay. But I’m driving this time. And no argument, Tommy, you-“

“No.” Tommy interrupted. “My dad’s house.”

[mydahliarose]

Looney in carnie town

Pairings: niiri x Michael/ Miiri

Tags: fluff, chaotic date night, implied death of a carnie worker, passionate makeout session at the middle end, mention of my other ocs the exorcists, no smut, Michael goes karen, niiris abilities are showcased.

Fandoms: what in hell is bad?

Synopsis: niiri wanted to go out in public to see the carnival its a risk there willing to take for date night on earth. However the moment they step foot in there chaos insues giving everyone hell.

Starlights twinkled in the comfort of the blue and pink pastel playroom of the dollhouse domain. Sounds of laughter, not a single sigh of woe insight. The couple where playing as usual, Michael wanted to play with his old childhood dolls so then niiri offered to play house parents in which Michael happily agreed to. Tea was served along with a plate of biscuits, treating the dolls as children of there own filled the doll demon with pure joy!, especially Michael,who was seen simply smiling everytime he pretended to feed them. They would take turns In bonding with them, for example niiri would bond with his toys by swinging with them while Michael pushed her. '' " look I'm flying! Hahaha!'' she looked like the definition of wonder everytime she swinged back and forth. '' oh my doll I think your finally growing your wings!''

Niiri makes a dramatic gasp '' I really am! Then we can finally be doves soaring in the sky together!'' both lovers laugh together. Despite this bieng a make belief playtime for them it felt real and that's what mattered to them.

the clock ticked every hour until finally it was getting late, they laid in there futon resting in each other's arms saying goodnight with every small kisses, ah today was fun indeed. Niiri's mind was filled with so much creativity on what to play next that it sometimes leaves her restless, and in todays thoughts she remembered the carnival was coming to town tomorrow and althou michael would prefer to keep bonding in there safe space she couldn't let this opportunity slide. How could she make themselves known to public that doesn't involve missions? Sure it was earth but regardless demons and angels could still roam without them knowing. When she let out a sigh of conflictness thats when she heard her beloveds grunts of tiresome state, Half awakened upon hearing her distress.

'' Darling what's the matter?'' he groggily asks in concern for her.

'' i-i didn't mean to wake you m sorry! I'll just go back to-'' Michael shooks his head then speaks up.

'' please don't be, otherwise what kind of angelic lover would I be if I do not listen to what's plaguing your mind?'' he shifts closer comforting her with gentle rubs on her back. She sighs. '' well... I've been thinking about this all day and I was wondering...c-can we go to the carnival tomorrow? I know we usually prefer it if its a extermination since well...there gonna die and not snitch! B-but! Maybe just once and just this once! We could get out of our comfort one and enjoy a once in a year opportunity...''

she waited for his response, she felt a little nervous but better to say it and possibly have a good outcome from it.

When Michael heard this he was a bit surprised but then again niiri was always full of surprises, but he was hesitant about it definitely out of his comfort zone

'' Dolly pie are you sure about this? I cant simply hold your sweet hands out in the outdoors let alone in a full crowed filled with obnoxious loudness...*sighs* cant we just kill everyone so that its more comfortable for us? ''

ah there he goes making that pretty please expression it made niiri smile but ultimately murder wasn't on her mind. No for once she wanted everything to go smoothly

'' as beautiful as the color red is my angel I would prefer if we keep our cool, but if a carnie dares to not give me the prize I want then give them hell~''

she cackles, as menacing as it sounded she sounded like sweet honey with a side of looney. Michael dramatically plops back down disappointed yet understanding of her decision

'' oh very well you party pooper!'' he laughs a bit. '' your lucky I cant stay mad at you, perhaps I should eat you up instead?'

' he morbidly jokes, niiri understands his dark humor very well althou he certainly is capable of doing so.

'' what's stopping you hm?'' she teases. '

' oh don't tempt me now deary~ but seriously my love do you have the faintest idea of a plan Incase somone suspects or relationship?''.

That's true how would they avoid suspicions?, she goes back to remember a time when they where almost caught Michael had to fake she was being held captive to kill later, wait that's it!.

'' I got a whimsical idea Angelica! ,Why don't I pretend to play captive like last time! ,Just say I kept bugging you to get some fresh air or something around that line and your keeping watch! How does that sound?''.

Michael smirks, the idea of keeping her watch like a guard makes him feel more like a guardian angel to him, a deranged one at that but loving.'' that sounds wonderful and fills me with relieved, then its settled.''

This was wonderful, finally something different and even more fun! Oh she had to think what they where going to do first, this was certainly going to be a sleepless night or so that wasn't until Michael placed a kiss onto her forehead making her stop all thoughts in his love.

'' rest my doll you need it, we can think all sorts of fun tomarrow ok?'' she nods, attempting to close her eyes '' goodnight my angelica.'' finally silence, soft mumbles and snores only filled the room for the rest of the night. If only they could stay this way forever but alas the clock in the dollhouse would ultimately ring indicating morning has arrived, the domain had to come to an end for at least today.

Carnival day

Before going to the land of fun they would spend the most of there mornings doing church prayers as well as teaching his beloved the angelic ways through reading verses so that she can somewhat withstand it little by little he wouldn't want the incident to occur again like last time.

Once all there daily dutys where done they walked out of there home and of they ventured towards the fair. The crowd was filled with the most joyful energy, even more so than niiri's dollhouse, the enthusiasm of family taking there children to go play while couples enjoy winning prize for each other all echoed in this area so niiri couldn't help it skip around and laugh . places like these where notrious for doll demons to come and hangout when they where bored. Michael knew this of her nature so he let her be. She was so darn cute...to bad he couldn't worship her like he'd want to at the moment instead he held the rope line that connect to niiri's tied hands. Honestly he didn't even try to make it look like she was tightly bound so that she would be able to let loose in order to play at the booth. Speaking of which it seems she found her first one to play.

'' Angelica! Angelica! That one!'' she shook him by the shoulder in hyperactivity. She pointed towards the game where you throw darts at the balloons, looking at the prizes on the one side there where plushies of stuffed animals. You'd think that's what niiri would want to collect more playthings for her domain until Michael turned to look the other side where instead there were caged rabbits then looked back to niiri making a face that said it all. ''NO! Absolutley not!'' Michael was never really fond of animals but that's never stopped niiri from convincing him to adopt one. '' please! Look he's looking at you! He's saying save me papa!'' . Michael facepalmed, biting the edge of his lips so that his laughter wouldn't come out. It's a shame his paranoia wouldn't let him do so. '' niiri...what happened last time when you came up to me with a ferret?'.'' oh right, she had forgotten about that. '' uhhh...he was so stinky that you nearly threw up on gods statue?. Michaels golden eye twitches of the memory then sighs,shaking his head in agreement '' exactly, I do not want another incident like that to occur ever again...''. Michael looks around to feel sure of himself, sure enough it felt safe, he pats niiri's head then kisses two fingers of his placing it on her lips. '' however, you can go ahead and win yourself a stuffed bunny that's hanging right up there.'' he points up to the plush. A sequel escapes from her. '' ahh thanks Angelica! Now cmon before any pesky human takes my spot!.'' she ran at full speed that poor Michael was dragged. This moment felt like trying to gain control of a leashed dog chasing a cat except worse.

'' mister carnie man! the darts now!'' if the reason why the poor man jolted back while screaming was because of her loud demanding demeanor you'd be wrong. the pink toy gun she pulled out of her bag to point at is head was the real culprit of it all. Do not be fooled, niiri's toys can be potentially deadly, which is why Michael had to step in and put down the item. '' excuse her wreckless behavior sir shes just excited to play. '' the man felt relieved upon hearing this from an angel, but that would take a different turn of events when he began to charge his light towards him , the scream once again commenced. '' now hand her the dart to play already pesky human.'' he glared. And so the man did, shakingly he handed them over. Michael untied the ropes immediately she took them from his hands. '' watch me Michael!''. Niiri aimed the balloon that was near the frightened workers face that his cheek got sliced, he couldn't take the petrification state of mind anymore ultimately he fainted all while niiri hit at every balloon. Once she completed it he gave herself a clap of bravo. '' I won! Did you see all that Michael?'' he looked over at the booth trying not to laugh '' oh i certainly saw.''

She looked over as well but unlike Michael she cackled. '' sorry sir! Unfortionatly I'm not a demon of insurance to pay for your medical bill sooo...'' she jumps onto the wooden table taking the stuffed rabbit with her. '' buh bye!.'' she waved. Michael turned to do the same. '' may God find your way!.'' so much for that promise of keeping it cool going down under the gutter. it was to be expected with these two dangerous couples, they could never have a day without causing fear and havoc, That's what made their relationship flourish. Their next destination was at the water shoot out, niiri spotted two swans kissing in plush form so she had to have it in her hands!. You could hear Michael huffing his way to catch up to her, she was so excited that she had forgotten to stay tied up. '' you were supposed to let me tie you up!''. Niiri only smirked. '' tsk tsk, be faster next time angel~.'' the nerve of this beautiful demon to tease him in public, The risk sometimes turned her on. '' oh enough of your teasing dolly...'' he rolls his eyes. Niiri grabbed him by his sleeve, moving him next to one of the water guns. '' play with me! Lets both win that swan!.'' she smiled at him. If the experience would be anything like the last carnie booth then consider him on board! '' alright demon I'll indulge.'' he positioned himself to properly know where to aim at, his fabricated eye truly was a gift to behold, he could adjust it perfectly to where exactly he needed to aim it at. It was no surprise that his bullseye was ahead of everyone else including niiri's.'' woah! You're really going to win Go Michael!'' her aim wasnt to bad, infact it was quite decent , the metal gun could be a hassle to work with in these types of games however she was so distracted at watching Michaels extreme concentration she had no clue she had begun to aim at the carnie.

The bell rang indicating the winner. and to no one's surprise it was Michael, so rightfully he won the lovers swan. '' that eye of yours worked out wondrous!'' Michael swallowed in all that pride from niiri's compliment.'' as painful as the memories are from this eye I always think of the positives, like this moment for example its proven to be helpful for many things.'' niiri nodded in agreement, wait...could this technically be considered cheating? Apperantly so because the carnie heard all that snatching the swan away. Irritated how the human was making him look inferior than him just because he was in charge of the booth, Michael nearly summoned his Lazer until niiri whispered something into his ear. Both smirking at each other before looking back to the guy. '' I apologize for my sudden arrogance though if we may settle something by talking behind your stall?'' Michael looked sencere. '' please Mr carnie man maybe we can work something out?''. Niiri begged. Ultimately he agreed to it, taking both of them in the back to talk. It was settled alright, the couple looked happier than before now with there stuffed swan with itty bitty stains of red.

Back to their date night, the deranged couple headed over to the strength tester, angels and demons are known for their enhanced strength. They looked up towards the bell, is it possible they'll accidentally break it to pieces? '' you first!'' niiri insisted '' oh please dolly you go first, take it as a reward for helping me bring back our swan.'' how sweet of him, she couldn't deny his offer so he grabbed the mallet and slammed it with all her muscles within her. Unsurprisingly she hit the bell, but niiri made a sour face feeling unsatisfied. '' boo! I didn't get any excitement from it!. She crossed her arms. '' and why is that dolly?'' he was curious. '' maybe because I don't know maybe somethings missing.?'' perhaps if Michael slammed on the tower maybe she'll full head over heels? When michael slammed on it he reached the bell for sure, its when he looked at niiri he noticed her face remained the same. he thought hat could possibly be missing? Then it came to him. ''ahh perhaps the game isn't to exciting is it? Maybe it needs a touch of something...?'' indeed that's what it was, this aim was to simple for her needed more than just slamming. '' your absolutely right Angelica! This game is usually an anger managment segment so I think we need to feel angry in order to feel it!.'' oh boy, this was certainly going to a direction of disaster '' now dolly....you and I both know exactly the things that would trigger all that out, just how exactly do we plan on doing so just think about it? I'm going to have a headache....''. his back felt a warmth touches, slowly being caressed in reassurance.'' no no I have an idea! One that doesn't require thinking!.'' he cocks down eyebrow. '' I'm listening?.'' niiri kneeled down closing both her hands on top of the base, she concentrated what she wanted to manifest within them, in a matter of seconds she slowly opened them to reveal something he did not expect.

'' oh my stars niiri you didnt...'' laughing from his comment she couldn't believe it herself.

'' oh but I did~, now unleash your inner war angel~.'' she handed him the mallet, steeping back up knowing what's about to happen. Michael only stared blankly at the doll, not just any doll it was. Blue horns with light blue hair and a scar was noted you could hear the sound of a breaking mallet as Michael gripped on it with all his strength lunging it forward with so much might that once it hit the middle an energy of shockwave blew away from there area, The feeling of bottled up rage all coming out of him in this moment. Some believed a hurricane was coming so many bailed back home. You couldn't even see the puck being lunged up it was a blink till you miss it moment that's how much strength he put into it. You could however hear the sound of the bell breaking into peaces, scattering everywhere like a hail storm. The dragon doll was officially nothing but left over cotton now, floating around in the hostile air. '' THATS FOR CORRUPTING MY BROTHER YOU VILE CREATURE!.'' Niiri 's hand rubbed his shoulders, now that the storm was over it was safe to say she could comfort him now to ease him.

'' wonderful my love that was the highlight of our date night!.'' his eyes shock wide but now that he could focus better he noticed a big change in there surrounding, almost everyone had left and thus he felt relieved to pull her face for a soft kiss.'' your so cruel~ .'' she smirked '' not as cruel as you my dear~,but how do you feel after all that?''.

he took a deep breath in and out, he did this until he felt his lungs relax heartbeat slowly regaining its normal pulse. Finally he felt calm to talk.

'' *sigh* I feel much better...'' the rage he let out felt like a tight muscled knot that no massage could ever untie but rather he needed to be pushed in order for all that to get out of his system. '' you needed that edge for quite some time now, I'm glad it's all out now,'' ruffling his hair before slithering her hands down to pull his edge of his lips to Create a smile. '' much better now don't you think?''. Michael always did look much better when his sunny smile popped up whenever he was happy. '' its even better considering you where the one to have done such miracle.'' as catastrophic as it was for the carnival attendes, all that mattered to these couple was they got an enjoyment out of that incident , to bad or the fewer left here things where not going to be normal still.

Niiri had planned to do her own splatter plush doll, but decided it would be better to cheer him up with some ice cream and hot dogs for a bit before getting back into there activities together. '' how about some vanilla ice cream and a hot dog? Even your belly needs to be happy dear.'' his stomach growled, good heavens had it been that long since he's eaten? Perhaps nows the best time. '' ah thank you niiri, i hadn't thought about that until now, thank you for caring.'' he takes her hand, heading towards the food section where they ordered one dessert for the two. '' god Angelica this has been going fun! Are you enjoying your time here as well?'' she said with a mouth full of her weenie. '' to be frank with you dolly did not expect to be enjoying such a loud obnoxious environment that wasn't until you scared that old geezer I began to see the fun in this place, then top it off with getting our swan back and smashing my nemesis to pieces? I want to be here forever.'' he let out a soft laugh that sounded like honey suckle to niiri's ears, when Michael enjoyed something it made her enjoy it more than she already did. She then looked upwards gazing at the ferris wheel so high yet far away from everyone else it made her feel close to heaven the more she thought about it. '' why dont we get on the ferris wheel as our last stop? We can focus on the skyview once we get on some rides hm?." rides? Michael wasn't one for such intense ones perhaps the more slower ones would do better for him. '' we can certainly go for a ride. on one condition...absolutely NO rollercoaster ride...'' a pout of disappointment came from niiri. '' Angelica just this once please!.'' ''no.'' and that was his final statement until. '' you know if you get scared you could just fly away from the seat and wait for me yeah?''

She had a point there and he couldn't deny it. '' I am not scared such childish ride niiri, the ride should be afraid of me since I can destroy it at any moment it rubs me the wrong way.'' he sighs '' ok fine if I ride it *once* I'll you stop being adorably nagging about it?''. That certainly put her in a good mood that she began hopping up and down. '' yes yes! But first I want to go ride the carousel with you! I know we've done so in our dollhouse but to do it outside of my world would be a memory I want to cherish!.'' Michael got up and twirled her around like a ballerina before holding her the feeling of joy kicking in even more now. '' then what are we waiting for Let's go then.'' before they leave niiri tugged him to grab his attention.'' wait Michael you got something on your lip! .'' he touches them to see what she's talking about. '' do I?'' then suddenly his eyes widen when her tongue licks up his mess. '' not anymore~.'' he was left speechless that instead of flirting back he held her hand and walked fast towards the carousal ride. Her unexpected tease always caught him off guard just like the time she surprised kissed him with a game of Patty cake as evident with how red his face Is now, he had to get back at her somehow perhaps during there time alone in the ferris wheel will do. He smirks at the thought of his own mischievousness.

There were a few people in line, mostly couples wrapped in each other's arms to ride with each other so the line shouldn't take so long. Niiri decided to mimick them, '' this line is taking to long...'' Michael grunted in impatience. ''Oh don't worry look! We should be next along with those three lovebirds!.'' the ride takes 20 minutes at tops to finish before the next attendes turn. The antique looking horses looking majestic with the bright yellow bulbs hitting there basswood material. using ones imagination it felt like watching a fairytale prince with there horse, oh my a scenario where the knight and shining armour comes to save the princess? Ah now niiri cant help but think such a daydreaming her head with Michael s her prince. Speaking of him, he nudged her back to reality the carnie worker had tried to get her attention but to no luck. '' now dolly don't doze of on me like that, your lucky to be clinging to me or youd get lost.'' oopsie daisies spoke loudly at her face.'' hehehe sorry!.'' they both hopped onto the tiny stairs, getting on one of the horses that was pastel white with blue linings and flower patterns of roses. Once the amount of people where counted he worker closed the gate, pressing the button and round and round it went. '' where going on an adventure Michael!.'' niiri said while standing up dramatically pointing feeling like a pirate out in the open sea. Michael chuckled, tugging her to sit back down before someone told her she was breaking saftey hazard. '' maybe try playing pretend while seated ok?'' wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her still. '' oh you know very will I cant stay put! And I know you want to play as well! Cmon looj around you! Dont miss this opportunity with me!. ''

Oh what the heck! Screw it if anyone said something they where just humans he'd put them in their place if they told them to keep it down. '' oh alright alright you got me! To what kind of game shall I participate with you?'' once again she re created her pose. '' where going north to where the princess his held captive!.'' feeling the same enthusiasm as herself he jumped up, holding the pole for balance hands gripped onto niiri's as well. '' with two knights wed be sure of save her back to her kingdom!.'' while they both laughed a each other's adorableness the rest of the riders couldn't agree. Two lovers that were behind them told them to be quiet that they were violating the safety rules, of course this was bound to happen anytime soon. Then others would begin shouting at them the same thing, everyone being annoyed at them. '' jeez where on date night people! Cant you all learn to have a little fun together!? you all are boring!.'' unfortunately for everyone on the ride, they were complaining at the wrong demon and angel thus it was no surprise what would happen next. Michael tugged her sleeve to lean her close to his lips in order to whisper something to her. '' my doll why don't you show everyone on here how to have some fun?.'' niiri grinned mischievously, there was a perfect amount of people to become potential playmates for her thus a change of plans. '' i hope your ready to do some laps around this ride.'' when she said that a symbol appeard at her right palm of her hand, it was a type of symbol that almost resembled a theatre mask something only familiar to her race of demons. She walked over to the rude couple that complained to them. '' hey I just came to say...'' *SMACK!* She Hit the man on his forehead, the sigil now transfered. '' TAG YOUR IT! RUN MICHAEL!.''

With her command he bolted, running away with niiri as the game of tag commenced. When niiri shouted those words back to the young man it had triggered his mood to shift of euphoric happiness thus shifting his brain to wanna play just as much as niiri and Michael where. Everyone looked in confusion and beyond concerned for them not knowing if they should stop this ride or not. As niiri caught up to the young mans girlfriend she grabbed her jacket, pulling her off the horse, causing her boyfriend to unintentionally smack her now tagged. '' you cant catch up with an Angel and demon!.'' Michael was covering his mouth not wanting to lose his air from laughing. '' I think more of these people should play along don't you agree niiri?'' it was as if she was waiting for his command to Create another theater mask symbol. '' say less Angelica! TAG YOUR IT!.'' she slapped a random women across her forehead then the next and the next then suddenly no one was on there horses anymore. The loud commotion of everyone running in circles to tackle each other to tag completely changed the atmosphere that finally the carnie worker had to intervene and as he did Michael and niiri crawled away to not get caught once he coast was cleared she snapped her fingers to finally put an end to there fun, crashing out due to how exhausted they where.

''Now *that's* fun!.'' said niiri. '' I couldn't agree more dolly.'' finally he let out all his laughter now that he wasn't running. '' oh my dear! Please do this in our next battle with a group of demons please! It would make it more entertaining.'' niiri grinned while flipping her hair back to walk towards another ride. '' oh believe me darling I plan to this event inspired me~'' she cackles.

There next stop was the rollercoaster ride, Michael was hesitant about it but he wanted to make niiri happy, plus screaming together didn't sound half bad. When they reached the line it was ten times fuller than the carousel. Michael scoffed in how ridiculous the wait was going to be. '' niiri can we kill in order to suffer here for hours? '' she shook her head. '' nuh uh at least not unless they give us a reason to like from hours ago~'' . Michael sighed but agreed. '' fine fine..''. the line moved very slowly, with every wait Michael felt as though his foot would blister with every hour he stood still. He constantly kept rubbing his calves from cramping up, he was about to loose it. '' dolly...'' niiri turned to his aide. '' yeah.?''. He slowly turned his head, his eyes looking bloodshot with the shadow hovering over them. He looked like a scene in a horror movie, hand him a knife and wala. '' I am going to obliterate them all..'' he was getting impatient and there's no stopping him so niiri had to step up to calm his massacre side. '' you know what? Let me carry you, will have a word to the coaster guy over there ok?''. He still looked like a bloody cold murderer but with her words he couldn't help but smile in relief of a possible solution. '' thank you my doll.'' niiri carried him over her shoulder making him feel like a prince. She walked over the front line, not caring of the peoples complaint what mattered to her was Michaels happiness and that was it. '' excuse me mam!, yeah sorry the angel here cant wait any longer, we wish to go in already!.'' the women only shook her head and said no to them already Michael was agitated enough so now he felt explosive. '' do you know who I am watched human!? I am not just any angel I am of the highest of ranks! if you make me wait longer while my delicate foot gets blisters and sores I will make it that todays your last!.''

Well this didn't help the situation at all the women felt threatened and was about to call security, that was until niiri placed her hand on her forehead. The mask symbol was different from last instead it was one that would alter her mind in playing make believe with them. '' I'm sorry mam what he meant to say is that he had a doctor's appointment last week and his doctor recommended that it be best if he didn't stand up to often which is why I'm carrying him and unfortunately my strength cant always hold poor him~ so please let us ride?''. with the mask sigil attached to the worker she believed every word thus letting them ride in the front seat. '' Aren't I a genius?'' she said with pride. '' in the most avant-garde way yes.'' he chuckled. The safety bars closed onto them getting ready to start it.'' *gulp*...'' a hand held close to his. '' you ok?''. She recalled back when he mentioned it was childish to be scared of such rides. There was a part of her that wondered if he was lying? '' just a scratchy throat is all nothing to worry...''. then suddenly he ride began moving both of there hands now clutching tighter. '' where gonna die..'' '' don't you start...'' ''already am sorry...'' the ride stopped but once they looked down they realized why, they where all the way up at the drop and it was about tilt foward. '' oh that's it I'm flying us out!''. But when he tried to budge he realized he safety bars where to tightly closed for him to even fly out.

'' oh so that was a lie...''

Michael didn't even scream because they dropped 418 feet up high, no rather because he was so pissed off that he thought he could just fly freely out of his seat. Hes screams where so loud everyone had to cover their ears from being ruptured, meanwhile niiri had her hands waved up the air while laughing manically. '' the loopdey loops Michaels I'm getting dizzy! Where all going to die hahahaha!!!.'' with how things where going that sounded very possible people could have sworn they heard the metal shake violently because of Michael's rage. '' Mikey calm down it's ok! Just breathe in and out like last time! If you need to hold my hand tighter then do so!.'' with the speed that it was going it took him a while to regain his composure, doing as he was told he tightened his grip onto her and took as many deep breaths as he needed to. All he had to do was not even think about his surroundings, just focus on gaining his composure and so when he opened his eyes the ride had finally stopped.

'' you did baby you where so brave!.'' the best to do in this situation was to pull him into her warmth he needed it most at this moment. '' t-thank you dolly...but I'm still disappointed by those safety bars...'' she giggled '' guess we gotta destroy them hm~?''. He smirked. '' one hundred percent niiri...''

finally the ferris wheel, their final stop before going home. It was getting late so a lot of people had left already thus they didn't have to wait in line at all. Michael had laid on niiri's lap, caressing is long silky hair while slowly moving upwards the night sky. '' I'm surprised you didn't barf after that.'' '' because sweet niiri even vomit is afraid of me...'' shed believe it. '' is there anything that's not afraid to be around you?'' he turns over facing straight up eye to eye now. '' you obviously, your the only one that constantly seeked my presence so much and now look how close we've become.'' he smiled, cupping her face in admiration of her bravery. No demon dared to be with an angel sure there where a few that did but most proffered not to engage such taboo. '' and then you weren't sure about me until you saw how loyal I was to you and your assigned exorcists at the church, you saw that I was an angel and no demon. that's what made you special to me you understood me..'' niiri leaned down, feeling the passion between the two slowly closing her eyes as she nearly placed her lips until. '' niiri...did your face crack from the speed of the coaster?.'' huh? What was he talking about? Concerned she felt her face to feel any signs of imperfection. '' do I really? I feel normal though?''. michael pointed to her lips. '' I see it there do you not feel it?''. She moved her fingers down there but again nothing. '' Michael I don't feel a-.'' Michael pulled her in his lips, positioning himself to sit across her lap back view, arms wrapped around her shoulder to pull her deeper in his divine lips.

Her sweet taste of honey and milk always made Michael crave for more. Meanwhile niiri had no time to react to his surprise no instead he slithers her arms around his waist and lets him have her all to himself. All day they hadn't spend much to be this deeply intimate together, she had desired so much to feel those Angelica flowers flavored lips the entire night. '' mmmf~ but I certainly do feel it~.'' what a tease he tricked her!. '' mmf~ you tricked me you beautiful bastard~''. They both chuckled in each other's lips. '' you do this to me all the time now its payback~ now sop talking~.'' he pressed her closer to him thee passionate kiss lasted until their ride stopped, they had finally reached the top of their destination.'' mmmf~ it seems we finally have our view now. '' Michael shifted himself to watch the view they had wanted to see all this time. '' wow, it's so sparkly today.'' it was the most midnight of all blues, the stars twinkling truly give it its goddess of the night beauty a perfect scenary for the carnival.

'' your right, if you were to switch our room in your domain into this I think I'd never want to leave...''. niiri turned to him. '' would you like that?''. His wing would twitch in joyfulness for how thoughtful she was. '' if you did , that would make me the happiest angel alive.'' she lifted her pinky up to him. " I promise you when we get back home I will do so.'' Michael smiled and lifted his pinky up to create the promise. '' ahh I cant stop looking at it...'' . there was a sense of somber in her words. Michael listened carefully. '' why is that dolly?''. If he knew better its most likely because seeing the sky she thinks of heaven, he knew it be impossible to get her real wings but he always tried to find a solution to make it happen one day, it just wasnt going to be an easy one. '' I wish i could fly up there in the clouds with you...I wish I could just live there with you...'' she sighed. They wished things could have been differently but they had to live with what they got for now. Regardless of the impossible, they where both happy with just being together more than anything. Even if heaven was far away from her grasp to him niiri was her heaven and for niiri he was her heaven as well. ''Like a blue rose niiri, its impossible to find but is possible to find it.'' nuzzling close to her face giving er an Eskimo kiss.'' you'll reach your goal one day just be patient and don't do anything wreckless ok? You have me to help...'' she sighed of relief feeling alot more better for a positive outcome. '' god truly gifted me into your life for a reason~.'' with there last talk the ride finally continued its way down and finally it was over. For the people it was a traumatic event but for them it was a memory to write down here journals and talk about in there next coming adventures together perhaps coming to the carnival often isn't to bad afterall.

End

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

I Still Hear You

Summary: Y/N can still hear Dean's voice echo around her. She doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Warnings: Dean's Death. Grief. Loss. Very brief mentions of sex. All angst.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 419

A/N: I was missing Dean today, and this sad thing came to into my head. I'm sorry. ❤️💔

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

I still hear you. 

I still hear your deep, honey gravel voice, the one that captivated me so easily when we first met. I hear the way your words turned silky when you offered to take me home, and then the shout that erupted from deep in your chest that first time I rode you to oblivion in the back seat of the Impala. I can still hear the sound of the wet, sticky leather as our sweaty skin moved against it. 

I still hear you.

I still hear the way it sounded when we argued, the way your voice would be a bit hard and demanding when you were sure you were right. And how defensive and choked it would become when you were scared you were wrong. 

I still hear you.

I still hear the sleepy way you'd growl into my ear when I'd try to pull myself out of your arms in the morning, and the gentle coaxing of your whispering lips against my skin as you persuaded me to stay near you just a little longer.

I still hear you.

I still hear your full, booming laugh and the way it would burst out of you sometimes, as though your happiness surprised you. Your laugh follows me down the bunker hallways some nights and every time it does, I'm sure you'll be around the next corner waiting with your bright, boyish smile, arms open, pulling me in, reassuring me it was all just a bad dream.

I still hear you.

I hear the way my name sounded on your lips for the last time. I hear the way your breath got slow and shallow near the end, the way your words struggled out of your throat. I hear your certainty that you were leaving for good and the way you begged me to stay safe and live my life. 

I still hear you.

I hear your goodbye. I hear the finality of it. The end of all things.

I still hear you.

I love and hate that your voice still rings through my mind. It's a ghost, and it only makes me ache for things that are no more. But it's also my safety net, a memory to wrap myself up in, a place to live where you still visit me.

I still hear you.

Will I always? Will I never be free from the beautiful torture of the memory of your voice? 

I still hear you.

I still hear you.

Even now…I hear you.

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[adminbryantsaki]

Star Anise

Alpha! Shouta Aizawa X Omega! Reader

(I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

(I was inspired for this story from this tiktok I saw: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8jqGh2D/ I don’t own it. the person who created it did.)

TW: A/B/O, Sex scene, biting.

WC: 2,037.

Fall Masquerade theme. A ball to welcome in the season at a nearby mansion. You wear a lovely dress made to look like the leaves changing color outside on the trees. The ballroom is decorated to look like an enchanted forest, having spooky shades of purple and blue. There is an alpha there that catches your eye as you get a refreshment of some hot spiced cider from the table laden with many wonderful fall treats. He sees you as well and approaches you at the refreshment table. He asks for you to go outside for some fresh air. The two of you walk along a lantern-lit path that has a bridge that goes over a river. When the two of you go back inside, the two of you manage to sneak away to one of the other vacant rooms in the mansion where the two of you make love.

You flattened out the skirt of your dress and adjusted the mask you wore on your face. You had been invited to a ball at a nearby mansion to welcome in the autumn season since you were one of the unmatched Omegas in a noble family that lived close to the mansion. One of your ladies in waiting helped tighten up the corset to your dress before looking at your appearance in the mirror. “You look lovely, my lady. I hope you will have a good time tonight. Maybe find yourself a dashing Alpha that would sweep you off your feet?” They suggested with a giggle. “You know very well, Sarah, that this is a ball to welcome in the autumn season and have a good time. But it would be nice to meet up with an Alpha that doesn’t treat me like an object or some prize to be won.” You responded while slipping your shoes on and grabbing your clutch before heading downstairs as your carriage had arrived.

You climbed in and watched as the carriage rolled on by down the road and up to the mansion, watching as the lights and decorations of the mansion came clearer into view, it seemed like the place had been enchanted to make it seem more magical. Your eyes widened at the amount of pumpkins and candles that had been placed around the gardens and courtyards to give the place a more spooky yet autumnal feel. Your carriage stopped and a footman helped you out of your carriage and wished you to have a nice evening as you followed the small crowd of young men and women who were making their way inside. You take in the environment, enjoying the enchanting, yet spooky vibe of the place. The scent of warmed apple cider wafted over to your nostrils, making you inhale the wonderous scent and you followed the smell to the refreshment table that was filled with many fall treats. You saw spiced apple cider, pumpkin hand pies, spice cake, pumpkin ale, pumpkin cider, and apple hand pies. You picked up a mug of spiced apple cider to your lips and took a sip of the warming drink. You let the drink warm you all throughout your body when you were approached by one of the Alphas that was attending the ball. You couldn’t tell who he was because of the mask he was wearing that had been adorned in leaves and bits of metal to accent it. All you could see was his dark brown eyes staring right into yours. “Hello there, my name is Shouta Aizawa, what’s your name?” He asked.

“Oh, hello, I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” You spoke as you sipped at the cider, draining the mug, and setting it back on the table. You finally Music in the hall began to pick up and Shouta looked to you and offered his hand. “May I have this dance, my lady?” He asked. You agreed and took his hand and followed him out onto the dance floor. He placed his hand on your waist and led you through a waltz to the beat of the music. You let him lead you throughout the dance while you kept eye contact with him. When the dance was over, Shouta led you off to the side, near one of the doors that would lead to the outside, over one of the various paths in the woods surrounding the mansion.

“Want to get out of here?” He asked, a smile playing across his lips as he held your hands in his. “Sure, but where would we go?” You asked. “Outside. I heard that many of the paths in the forest had been enchanted and decorated to match the theme here in the mansion.” He told you. “Let’s go then!” You told him and he led you out a pair of doors and onto a magnificent balcony where a few couples were also catching some fresh air. Shouta led you to the railing of the balcony and showed you the different entrances to the paths leading into the forest. “Pick one and we will go explore it.” He told you. You picked one that had lanterns and pointed to it. He took your hand and led you down a set of steps and up to the path.  He offered you his arm and you took it, walking together down the path, eventually approaching a bridge that the two of you walked over and stopped near the middle. You looked over into the lake and watched as some fish darted about under the surface of the water. You looked over at Shouta and he was watching you enjoy the creatures in the lake. You smiled and looked back at him. He held your hand and pulled you close. “I know that we just met, but I feel like I’ve known you for a long time.” He spoke.

“I’m one of the daughters of a nobleman that lives on the mansion owner’s land.  A lot of people know me. We might have met before at another one of these balls. But now that you know me, who are you?” You asked. “I’d rather not tell, but I will anyways. I’m the owner of the mansion and the one that threw this party. I love the fall season and I wanted to welcome it in with all the people around me. I also wanted the opportunity to find myself a mate as I do not have one yet. I’d prefer an Omega as I’m an Alpha but I’ll take what I can at this point.” He spoke Your eyes widened and you looked surprised. “You’re the mansion owner? I never would have thought so. I thought you to be a lord of one of the properties in the area.” You responded. “It is true. I don’t mean to seem forward, but what is your dynamic?” He asked. “Oh! I’m an Omega. Sorry I didn’t say so earlier.” You spoke, then you realized what you said.

“You’re looking for a mate and I’m here and I just told you that I’m an Omega. There’s about a hundred Omegas here that you could pick from, why pick me?” You asked as you paced the path on the bridge before looking at him. “You’re nice, you let me dance with you, and you didn’t judge me for being the owner of the mansion.” He spoke with a smile. “The question now is if you’re not already mated yourself. Are you mated to someone, Y/n?” “No, I’m not mated. I am looking, even though I didn’t plan on finding a mate tonight.” You told him. He took your hands in his and looked you in the eyes. “I’d like to make you my mate, if you’d allow me.” He spoke. “I’d love to be your mate. Where could we be alone so you could mark me?” You spoke. Shouta smirked and led you back into the mansion, sneaking in through a back door and up a couple flights of stairs until the two of you were in front of one of the bedrooms.

“This is my room. We can mark each other in here, how does that sound?” He asked. You nodded in response and he led you inside as you let out a giggle. He told you to be quiet and he began stripping out of his suit. You sat on the bed in awe. He let the fabric of his ivory-colored undershirt drop to the floor and he faced you, wearing only his dark brown pants that had been embroidered with a deep gold and orange in the shapes of leaves. The strong scent of star anise and cinnamon filled the air and you could only guess that the scent was coming from him. He walked closer to you and he bent over to give you a long, sweet kiss which made your insides melt.   

He moved closer and laid you back on the bed as he explored your neck and shoulders, pulling the fabric of your slip off your body in a rushed manner, as if he couldn’t wait any longer to claim you as his own. He tossed the slip of to one of the far corners of the room before kissing you deeply and pulling back to look into your eyes as you moved back up on the bed a bit farther so you wouldn’t hurt yourself while he fucked you senseless.

“Ready to be mine?” He asked. You nodded and watched as his mating fangs grew a bit longer and he went to your neck, biting down on your soft flesh and letting out a moan. You let him slide between your thighs and thrust into you, sinking his cock deep into your slick-ridden hole, letting the knot enter you with a wet ‘pop.’ You moaned out even more as you felt stretched out but in a good way. He was still for a moment to let the both of you adjust to the new sensation the both of you were feeling.  He began to thrust at an even pace, as the noise of skin slapping skin filled the room along with the moans coming from you and your new mate. He pulled away from marking you and watched as his mark formed in your neck, a crescent moon with some stars next to it all within a circle healing over in a type of scar.  He smirked and kept thrusting into you, getting closer and closer with each thrust. You held onto him and entangles your fingers into his dark locks, telling him to keep going as you were close as well. Soon, the two of you reached your climax and he released his seed deep into your womb, emptying his knot and waiting a moment before pulling out of you, and laying next to you. “I love you, Y/n. Thank you for being my mate.” He told you. “Thank you for picking me as your mate. You know that you could have picked any one of the other Omegas in the whole party.” “But I picked you. You caught my eye and you were also one of the only Omegas in the room that didn’t have an Alpha sticking close to them.” He told you and held your hand as he laid on his side looking at you.

“You’re right.” You responded. “Do you want to mark me? It’s okay if you want to.” He offered. You nodded and put your mark on his neck. Then the two of you crawled under the covers with a laugh and looked out the window at the stars twinkling above before falling asleep in each other's arms.

The end.

[thelustdevil]

Fueling those café au’s in my head... Part 2!

This time let’s look at what baked goods they would enjoy. 🫶🏼 (based on what I offer in shop & some new ideas!)

Part One: Drinkies!

Hitoshi S.

Will buy the cute seasonal sugar cookies, especially the cat themed ones during the spring & fall. Otherwise a blueberry muffin will suffice. If he’s really hungry a baked cheese & plant “sausage” turnover.

Denki K.

Frosted muffins, loaves & scones. The frosted matcha & vanilla crème Swiss roll is a favorite of his. But the frosted strawberry scone is a good second choice. Will be the one to order a breakfast bagel when super hungry.

Katsuki B.

He enjoys spice over sweet that much is true. He’s not one to order baked goods often, but there’s a hatch chili bread released during the later fall season that he will buy a slice or two of. If not, a savory maple sausage pull-apart roll every once in a while never hurt.

Izuku M.

Flaky pastries!! Always always. Chocolate croissant? Yes. Spinach feta croissant? Also yes. Spiced ham & pepper Jack cheese blossom? … yes. Quiches with buttery crust. Biggest yes. It’s used in so many dishes and so yummy in his opinion.

Shoto T.

Plain/simple flaky pastry or biscuit. Usually something to go along with his tea. There’s an orange blossom and currant biscotti that he’s grown fond of thanks to midoriya’s suggestion. Will have some quiche if offered. Not the meat heavy ones though.

Eijirou K.

Sweet boy loves some sweet loaf slices. He will indulge in pumpkin spice during the season. Otherwise the spiced loaf or apple crumble loaf are great choices. Will get the warm breakfast sandwiches on fresh bread.

Hanta S.

Contrast to his drinks and similar to bakugo, Sero likes the more savory pastries. The rosemary & tomato tart is the perfect snack. While the chili, egg & spinach blossom is a good breakfast option in his eyes.

Tenya I.

Cinnamon roll, no raisins but yes to cream cheese icing. Only once in a blue moon though. He allows himself to enjoy this with his classmates. Otherwise a buttery croissant will do, there’s no need for the excess sugar all the time.

Dabi

Again this mf doesn’t go to coffee shops… Will take warm bread, he likes the softness of it when it’s freshly baked. The topped toast options are usually what he goes for. The special spices Ogura jam with everything bagel seasoning is a go to.

Hawks

Learned to like the Ogura jam pastries because of Dabi. Will get the baked Ogura & sea salt stuffed rolls. There’s also a seaweed flakes croissant he enjoys with a sweet plum jam.

Mirio T.

Loves to try just the most American sounding baked goods. Apple strudel with cinnamon, strawberry & rhuebarb blossoms, Canadian bacon and cheddar boomerang? All yeses! Tamaki has told him countless times that two of those things are decidedly not American but Mirio is too busy ordering to hear him.

Tamaki A.

Is less shy when it comes to ordering pastries from his favorite bakery. Enjoys trying the new seasonal items. The sweet Sakura dango was a big hit with him. Will also get the milk bread toasted with a semi-runny egg & chives on top.

Shota A.

A bagel. He enjoys trying to different toppings but prefers having something easy to eat between classes and napping. Open to trying different kinds of bagels as well. Hizashi once bought him a breakfast bar and he enjoyed it. Still gets bagels though.

Hizashi Y.

Much like Tamaki, Hizashi likes trying the seasonal pastries. It only makes sense if he’s trying the seasonal drinks too! It’s the full experience. The toasted coconut & pineapple loaf was a surprising new favorite. So was the miso & cucumber tea sandwich.

*based on my view of them & their personalities*

Might do this for JJK or another fandom next. This has also given me new ideas for some trial goods in the bakery next week…

[pynkhues]

Have you seen the haunted plantation tour trainwreck on Twitter? The people involved run in the same circles as the kinktober mods, just to add context re. the anons that warned you about the fest a while back. If you haven’t seen, this thread gives a good overview of what went down:

https://x.com/loust4t/status/1851607062985183466?s=46&t=wEEyhyX9fIplMoT3Zo_5Tg

I hadn't seen that before you sent it to me, anon, no - I'm not on Twitter at all beyond what people send me asks about - and it's certainly pretty blatantly racist and lacking in empathy. Not knowing anyone involved, I guess all I can say is that I hope it comes from a place of ignorance as opposed to a place of malicious intent, if only because the former might mean this reckoning offers a chance for them to educate themselves, develop empathy and act better in the future, as opposed to being - - well. A full stop, I guess.

It feels kind of weird to bring this back to the kinktober stuff given the context of that, but I will given that's what you've sent me.

Look, to put it simply, I still don't even know who's running it since the event itself doesn't specify? I'm just here in my little corner of this fandom, and people keep alluding to things the organisers have done - and now people they're affiliated with - but a) I can't tell / nobody seems to want to tell me who's actually organising it, and b) I have some people telling me the organiser's been unfairly targeted / the victim of a smear campaign by others who I do know of and know have been posting things that are pretty divisive, while others are telling me the organisers are zionists and racists without evidence, or while sending me posts like this where - after searching those user accounts - I don't see any mention of or affiliation with the event at all?

Which isn't to say they're not running in the same circles, as you said, but I guess what I'm saying is that I don't know any of these people at all, and I don't know how they're connected or not connected, and while I appreciate that I think (hope!) people are being well-intentioned in sending me this sort of thing, it's still a little complicated to navigate for me given - - y'know. You're on anon. I can't exactly ask you follow-up questions or have a genuine and equal conversation with you about it. It puts me into a position where I'm being expected to make choices on information being drip fed to me, and the capacity to do my own research and make my own informed decisions about it is restricted because - again - I don't know how any of these people are connected to the organisers of this particular fandom event, nor even who the fandom event organisers are at all.

All that said, just to reiterate, I do think that behaviour at the plantation is obviously racist and unempathetic and, honestly, just pretty ridiculous in general (although the latter is my opinion on taking a Funkopop to any historic site, particularly a historic site that's a site of trauma [which with my history major hat on is lowkey most of them, so maybe just don't take toys on history tours]).

[asirensrage]

Current Anime Fandoms Masterlist

just because I want to see them all in one place... most are ocs, some are "x reader".

Tokyo Revengers

Hanma Shuji

Cursed (Explicit): Kanae hates clubs but a chance meeting on the patio might change her mind…or at least make up for the disaster the night is turning into.

Sano "Mikey" Manjiro

The Fall (Mature) - Dark!Fic. She was drowning before she even realized he had dragged her into waters she couldn’t survive in on her own. Based on the prompt: “Step away from the window. Come back to sleep. Don’t make me have to come get you.”

Unrepentant (Explicit) - Dark!Fic. The reason Mikey collared you and kept you chained tonight at his feet was a lesson in humiliation and obedience. (Mikey x Reader, Bonten x Reader)

Haitani Ran

Hindsight (Mature): Dark!Fic. You were always going to end up here. She was never going to be allowed to leave and you were just lucky that he saw you as more than just collateral. Based on the prompt: “It doesn’t matter what you think. You’re mine. You always have been.”

Hindsight 2.0 (Explicit): Dark!Fic. Smut rewrite of Hindsight (shown above)

Mitsuya Takashi

Profane (Mature) - You meet Mitsuya by accident. Mitsuya x reader.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

The Road to Hell (Explicit) - It’s pure luck that she stumbles across him alone in the middle of an overdose. He thinks it’s fate.

My Hero Academia

Dabi

Dark!Prompt: (M) “If they touch you, I’ll kill them. It’s that simple.”

Dark!Prompts (Explicit): “Do you know how long I’ve watched you? You’re perfect.” and “Are you really surprised to find out I’m the bad guy?”

Jujutsu Kaisen

Nanami Kento

Prompt: character A making it their absolute goal for character B to admit that the best sex they’ve ever had is w/ A, and they both are kinda surprised when it actually happens. (Mature)

Random sad/comfort scene between OC and Nanami…

waking up in bed (unnamed characters)

Gojo Satoru

Wanting More (PG) - Satoru doesn’t want her. He just doesn’t want anyone else to have her either…

Demanding It All (Explicit) - They’ve both finally had enough. Satoru does something about it. Sequel to Wanting More

Just a Dream (PG) - A request for fluff and kisses after the JJK 236 leaks. SPOILER WARNING

Prompt: “YOU SLEPT WITH [Your Choice]??? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING????” (PG) - sequel to Wanting More and Demanding It All.

Naruto

Hatake Kakashi

the weight of all my sins (snippets) - Kakashi x OC - AU. Kei has always held anyone outside of her team at a distance but Kakashi has a way of slipping in between the cracks. An exploration of grief, loss, sacrifice, murder, protection, acceptance and letting people in.

Uchiha Sasuke

Prompt: “Look what you do to me” (rating M)

Demon Slayer

Rengoku Kyojuro

An Offering (PG) - He didn’t expect what came after.

Song Prompt (M): Unholy by Hey Violet

Prompt (T): “When he touches you, is it his face you see or mine?” - sequel to Unholy.

Promises Unspoken (Explicit) - Kyojuro x OC - She survived. That’s enough. If only he would stop avoiding her.

Treating You Right (Explicit) - Tengen x you x Kyojuro - Modern!AU. “Come out with us, princess. It’ll be the flashiest night of your life.“

A Bet’s a Bet (Explicit) - Tengen x Kyojuro x you - Modern!AU. A night at Laser Tag goes from potential disaster to something incredible.

A kiss on the cheek

How the Hashira Help You Deal With Unwanted Attention

Until We Have More. - prompt: “can I touch you?” “you know we can’t.”

How the Hashira React to Your Blood Turning Demons Back to Human

How the Hashira React to Getting Caught Making Out With You

Uzui Tengen (and wives)

Catalyst (M) - You meet Makio first…

Treating You Right (Explicit) - Tengen x you x Kyojuro - Modern!AU. “Come out with us, princess. It’ll be the flashiest night of your life.“

A Bet’s a Bet (Explicit) - Tengen x Kyojuro x you - Modern!AU. A night at Laser Tag goes from potential disaster to something incredible.

"I wish I could touch you.” prompt. (Tengen x OC)

The Hashira

How the Hashira Help You Deal with Unwanted Attention

How the Hashira React to Your Blood Turning Demons Back to Human

How the Hashira React to Getting Caught Making Out With You

[drades-lair]

Murder Mystery Ball

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Striker/OC, Millie/Moxxie, Stolas/Blitzo

Note: This was a prompt from Twitter from the amazing @Mouse87Mouse

Striker basked in the rare serenity of an evening, leaning back on a pair of plush pillows against the head rest of the master bed he shared with Calus. The Dracony came striding into the room with a pair of mugs filled with coffee, passing one to Striker before joining him on the bed.

“So…when is that party…thing…happenin’ again?” Striker inquired after taking a sip of hot coffee.

“Hm? Oh, you mean the murder mystery ball being held by Stolas?” Calus questioned in turn.

“Yeah, that.” Striker confirmed.

“Um…in two days…why?” Calus confirmed in turn.

“Nothin’ I was just wonderin’ why Ya bother goin’ ta all this shit, I know it’s the bird but still…” Striker trailed off with an irritated expression on his features.

“It’s a formality mostly, often I get invited after doing jobs for my noble clients as a form of thank you. I decide to go because these parties are good places to round up new clients or at the least more jobs,” Calus explained.

“Humph, guess that makes sense…still Ya ever get tired of it?” Striker wondered.

“Sometimes, mostly I hate the attention I get at the damn things. I can’t exactly hide the fact that I’m a Dracony thus I attract a lot of unwanted attention,” Calus responded, sipping his own coffee.

“Guess I can relate ta that,” Striker chuckled softly.

“You know, if you don’t want to come you don’t have to,” Calus offered.

“Huh? W-well…I’m not excited about goin’ ta this blue-blooded hoe down but…I can’t very well let Ya go alone,” Striker smirked up at Calus.

“Alright, as long as you’re sure,” Calus chuckled in turn.

Two Days Later…

Calus pulled absently at his black button down’s sleeves, fiddling with the cufflinks before straightening his neck piece when Striker emerged from the on-suite bathroom. Striker’s fit was like his original out fit except it was black in color with red accents instantly drawing Calus’ eyes from Striker’s head all the way to his toes with a smirk that said they may need to either show up late or leave the party early.

“Mm, you look good,” Calus complimented.

“Thanks, we ready to go to this thing?” Striker retorted.

“Yeah, I think we should get going before I change my mind,” Calus confirmed looking Striker from head to toe one last time.

…

Upon arriving at Stolas’ palace, a crowd of people were already filing inside increasing Striker’s dislike of this whole thing. Calus nudged Striker along encouragingly with a gentle hand on the imp’s back, filing them inside with the other people till they got to the palace’s ball room where tables of food had been placed along every wall and a massive open bar at the far end which Striker was already making a B-line for much to Calus’ amusement. Music radiated through the theater style ball room to mingle with the various voices of nobility some of which Calus recognized from doing jobs for them in the past. After grabbing a glass of champagne Calus did his do diligence of mingling before returning to Striker’s side at the bar, leaning against the bar top when Stolas came into view casually mingling his way through the crowd with Blitz at his side. Nudging Striker with an elbow Calus gestured towards the duo prompting Striker slip from his bar stool and follow Calus over to the prince and crimson imp.

“Hey Stolas, Blitz,” Calus greeted cheerily.

“Oh, Calus, I’m glad you could make it,” Stolas greeted in turn, hugging Calus.

“Hey Bossman,” Striker greeted his crimson counter part.

“Hey yourself, cowboy,” Blitz returned, shaking Striker’s hand.

“Quite the turn out,” Calus commented gesturing to the busy ballroom.

“Yes, it’s been a success so far and the evening is just getting started,” Stolas confirmed.

“Don’t worry Stolas, if I know Moxxie, he’ll put on a fuck of a show,” Blitz confidently boasted.

“Humph, Ya got the pipsqueak ta do this bullshit,” Striker huffed, curling a lip in slight disgust towards the mention of Moxxie.

“It’s his specialty,” Stolas interjected with a smile.

Suddenly there was a dramatic gasp followed by an equally dramatic coughing fit in the middle of the ball room. Stolas excitedly clapped as the quadruplet group headed in that direction bringing Moxxie into view, slumped over with an empty champagne flute in hand.

“Oh…oh no…I’ve been poisoned…someone…I can’t…” Moxxie dramatically stammered, clutching his chest as he fell to his knees then fell forwards causing the flute to skitter across the marble floor.

“Moxxie…NO!” Millie exclaimed coming from the crowd to kneel dramatically next to Moxxie’s ‘dead’ body.

“Well, he definitely was the right pick for the part,” Calus whispered with a chuckle to Striker who rolled his eyes in response.

Just as the scene appeared to be preparing to change a series of screams resounded from an area just off the ballroom. Calus glanced to Stolas with a questioning gaze which was returned with confusion meaning this wasn’t part of the nights festivities, the group including Moxxie who’d broke character hurried into the small foyer off the main ballroom. Laying in the middle of the small room was the body of the imp butler who often held the phone for Stolas or Stella when she lived in the palace, a pool of blood surrounding him.

“What the fuck?” Striker questioned, furrowing his brow.

“This isn’t part of the murder ball, is it?” Calus inquired to Stolas.

“No, who would do this? Alfred doesn’t deserve this,” Stolas tentatively answered.

“I don’t know but whomever it was, they turned this murder mystery ball into the real deal,” Calus commented, moving to kneel by the imp’s body.

“At least we know the butler didn’t do it,” Blitz added earning a disapproving groan, eye roll combo from both Striker as well as Moxxie.

“Is it even worth looking for the culprit?” Moxxie wondered with a doubtful expression.

“Ya a coward? An imp is killed in a palace full of blue bloods and Yer not gonna help find his killer,” Striker stated earning him a growl from the smaller imp.

“I want to find who did this, after all they did it in my house, to someone I knew,” Stolas added, stern expression on his features.

“Well then, no one’s going anywhere till we get to the bottom of this,” Calus stated.

Once everyone was settled back into the ballroom Calus completed his look over the body, coming out while wiping his hands on a towel. The group had been hanging around the bar while Calus investigated the body only perking upon seeing the Dracony come back out into the ballroom.

“Whatchya find?” Striker inquired as Calus joined the group.

“He was killed by a long sharp object, a blade that could be easily concealed in a crowd like this one.” Calus explained simply, glancing around the ball room.

“Why would someone kill Alfred though?” Stolas wondered, voice breaking slightly in despair.

“Looks like he was serving food and beverage, walking in possibly on whatever he did before being silenced,” Calus responded, continuing his explanation.

“What’s that area back there?” Striker inquired of Stolas.

“It’s the lounge area, if people wish to have a more private discussion they can go back there or if they wish to get away from the overcrowded ball room, things like that,” Stolas explained.

“Should we fan out and ask who’s gone back there this evening?” Moxxie suggested.

“Nah, probably everyone at one point has been back there,” Striker retorted, eyeing everyone in the ballroom suspiciously.

“However, we can canvas the ballroom, mingle with the royals here to see if any act or say something shady,” Calus suggested in turn.

“Right!” Moxxie agreed enthusiastically earning him a small smile from Millie.

With that the group broke apart to move around the ball room, making small talk with various nobles while keeping their eyes peeled for anything that maybe a clue to who did this. Striker located a swipe of blood on the wall near the lounge at about hip height suggesting the culprit had blood on their outfit somewhere, facts he relayed to the others. IMP did their part although they were far less sleuth about it, but there was no doubt they got answers including nobles claiming they’d over heard conversations about possible robbery of the palace. Calus took the liberty to go investigate the rest of the palace in hopes of finding anything out of place and he found it, upon reaching Stolas’ office Calus found that the door had been broken open from something being shoved into the lock however when he investigated the room Calus didn’t find anything missing. Returning to the ball room Calus informed the group what he’d discovered prompting surprised faces all around.

“My office? Why would anyone…? Wait, could someone be looking for my Grimoire?” Stolas wondered, eyes growing wide in realization.

“Is that where you keep it?” Calus wondered.

“I used too, but now I keep it in my bedroom,” Stolas answered simply.

“Good bet then that’s what their after,” Striker agreed.

“Not like that helps us, it could be any one of these fuckers,” Blitz interjected.

“Maybe not, Calus, I found out from a couple of the nobility that upon the last meeting there’d been some discourse,” Moxxie added, puffing his chest out confidently as he presented the information he’d gathered.

“What sort of discourse? And between whom?” Calus inquired.

“Apparently several of the council got into a hefty argument with Andrealphus and Stella Goetia regarding rumors of sabotage,” Moxxie explained.

“Humph, great suspects…if they were here,” Striker huffed, crossing his arms in an unimpressed fashion.

“I know they’re not here! However, the single Goetia who stood up for them is, Aamon,” Moxxie barked back irritably.

 “Aamon? Are you certain about that?” Stolas inquired in surprise.

“Yes, apparently he was the only one to stand up for Stella and Andrealphus against the council,” Moxxie repeated in confirmation.

“Hmm, perhaps he’s on their payroll,” Calus guessed, rubbing his chin.

“Should we find him?” Millie inquired with a quick glance around the ball room.

“It’s the only lead we’ve got,” Calus agreed.

Once more the group scattered in search of Aamon once Stolas gave them a description, shuffling through the guests. After a moderate amount of time passed the group regrouped having not found any sign of Aamon even from asking the other guests. There was a possibility that Aamon had made his escape before they found the body of the butler however the palace was massive meaning there was a good chance he was still somewhere waiting for everything to die down so he could find Stolas’ grimoire again. Stolas was just beginning to put together a list of places the demon could be hiding when a tall female demon shrieked, her drink had been dumped down the front of her dress while Aamon was currently running full speed out of the ballroom.

“Well, that was easier then expected,” Millie stated with a shrug.

IMP, Striker and Calus took off after Aamon discovering him heading to the top of the spiral staircase in the main foyer. Millie vaulted using her axe to the top landing promptly stopping Aamon from going any further and allowing Calus along with the others to catch up. Striker’s keen eye caught sight of the blood stain on Aamon’s tailcoat, pointing it out to Calus who also spotted it afterwards. Drawing a blessed rope Striker lassoed the noble causing him to recoil in shocked surprise.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Fucking imps,” Aamon asked, irritation lacing his annoyed tone.

“The ones who are going to turn you in for murder,” Striker answered.

“Wait, you’re a Dracony!” Aamon exclaimed as Calus came up the stairs to stand beside Striker.

“I’m aware, so tell us why did you kill the butler?” Calus retorted with a heavy sigh, he hated when that was the first thing people noticed about him.

“N-No reason…I-I mean…who?” Aamon stammered.

“Stop playing stupid, we know you’ve been sniffing around the palace looking for Stolas’ grimoire and that Andrealphus and Stella Goetia are somehow involved, confess already!” Blitz barked irritably, getting into Aamon’s face with his pistol drawn.

“W-Wait, you know about all that?” Aamon asked nervously, recoiling from the barrel of Blitz’s pistol.  

“Fuck right we do!” Blitz declared again, acting as though he’d solved the whole thing on his own.  

“Shit!” Aamon cursed under his breath, averting his gaze to the side clearly seeking his mind for a way out of this.

“Why did you agree to this?” Calus persisted, leaning against the railing of the stairs.

“Ugh, fine. They paid me a shit tone of money to steal the grimoire of prince Stolas plus they’ve been helping me out with some other problems of mine,” Aamon finally confessed.

“Why do they want the grimoire?” Calus pressed.

“I don’t know, I swear!” Aamon insisted, fear flashing across his features.

“Alright, then why did you kill Alfred, the butler?” Calus continued to question.

“He…walked in on me snooping for the grimoire so I…silenced him,” Aamon continued to explain.

“Humph, another fuckin’ blue blood who thinks he can just do whatever he pleases because we’re imps,” Striker growled, yanking the blessed rope making it tighter causing Aamon to groan in pain.

“Easy Striker,” Calus whispered softly.  

“What do we do wit him now?” Millie inquired, eagerly holding her axe.  

“Easy, we cap him,” Blitz nonchalantly stated, pressing his flint Locke against Aamon’s temple.

“Whoa! Whoa! No, Blitz. We take him to Stolas,” Calus corrected, grabbing Blitz by the shoulder to stop him.

Begrudgingly Blitz withdrew allowing Calus to shove Aamon down the staircase, back towards the ballroom. Calus presented Aamon to Stolas with the full explanation of what had happened, Stolas glared angrily at Aamon with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I cannot believe you decided to work with my ex-wife and ex brother-in-law,” Stolas stated, irritation lacing his overly calm voice.

“Oh please, as if you’re going to be able to convince the entire council that imps can be our equals. We are demon royalty and what you and even the Dracony here are doing is unnatural, not to mention disgusting,” Aamon pompously declared in a venomous tone.

“I’ve heard enough from you, guards! Take him to the dungeons,” Stolas declared, waving his guard hell hounds over.

The hounds came over to take Aamon away as Stolas pinched the bridge of his beak with an exasperated sigh. Blitz had been scowling at Aamon however that changed upon seeing Stolas’ reaction, getting close to the prince as his tail entwined around Stolas’ thigh. Calus watched Aamon being hauled off before turning to Striker who was seething on a bar stool with a whiskey in hand. Gingerly taking a seat next to Striker, Calus gave a soft sigh as Striker swirled his whisky with a small snarl.

“Hey, Ya okay?” Calus inquired gently.

“Fine,” Striker simply replied, swigging his Whisky.

“You sure? I know how stuff like that bothers you,” Calus persisted, bracing his arms on the bar top to lean forwards slightly.

“I’ll be fine, just hate pricks like that. Another imp lost there life simply because some noble asshole thought it was their right ta take it,” Striker growled out, tail beginning to rattle irritably.

“I know…” Calus trailed off softly, looking to the bar top.

“Can we go home?” Striker whispered in turn.

“Yeah, let’s go home,” Calus agreed.

Downing the last of his drink Striker stood up with Calus, said a quick farewell to Stolas as well as Blitz, Millie and Moxxie then headed out the door. After arriving home, the duo got comfortable, laying in bed to unwind from the stressful evening that had transgressed however Calus noticed that Striker was being offish.

“You sure you’re, okay?” Calus inquired, trying to not pester Striker.

“I told Ya, I’m fine,” Striker reiterated keeping his eyes firmly glued to his phone screen.

“You’ve been offish since we got home,” Calus abscently commented.

“It’s…ugh…I just…I can’t help but feel like a hypocrite,” Striker caved with a heavy sigh, placing his phone on the bedside table.

“A hypocrite? Why?” Calus asked arching a brow in confusion.

“Because of you! I bitch about how nobles don’t give two shits about us imps and boast about how we need to stand up for ourselves against them…how they should all pay for their sins…yet I’m…” Striker ranted, gesturing to Calus in between promptly taking the Dracony off guard.

“Striker…look I understand what you’re saying, and you know that I agree with your opinion on the matter…that doesn’t make you a hypocrite, if anything it makes you revolutionary,” Calus said trying to make Striker feel better.

“How so?” Striker curiously asked, arching his own brow now in curious confusion.

“You, me, Blitz and Stolas, fuck! Even Fizz and Ozzy, we’re all proving those other nobles wrong. We’re all proving that no matter who you are, or your station love is love,” Calus explained.

Striker grew quiet for a bit clearly contemplating what Calus had told him when suddenly he started scooting towards Calus’ side of the bed. Gently raising his arm Calus allowed Striker to curl up to his side, embracing the imp around his shoulders as Striker laid his head on the Dracony’s chest and nuzzled into it.

[girl4music]

I am very excited to watch ‘Wynonna Earp: Vengeance’ but I won’t lie. I am concerned.

I know lots of free-to-stream services are around and are doing what Tubi’s doing but I feel like Tubi has hit the ground running on really making a statement of what it means to provide free streaming LGBTQ+ content that they’re taking a chance on because people love watching it and engaging with it as opposed to how they can use those people to only benefit themselves like Netflix. Emily Andras wouldn’t have signed on for ‘Vengeance’ and possibly rebooting the IP if she didn’t feel like they’re doing it the right way - the necessary way. So good on Tubi for that.

I genuinely hope they succeed and show the likes of Netflix and Hulu a thing or two about mutual respect. That you only get us as an engaging community or fandom if you respect us and involve us and engage with us. We’ll give you what you need. But in return we ask that we’re not just used and abused for that and then tossed aside because we’re not “big market” enough for your very unrealistic expectations and goals. Regard us as business partners and not just consumers because that is essentially what we are and what we do when you actually provide the content that we want to see and interact with and support.

But it goes both ways. It has to go both ways when it comes to the very niche market of LGBTQ+ content.

Tubi seem to understand that’s what we have to offer and they’re providing the content that shows they do.

‘Wynonna Earp’ as an IP has found the streaming service home it belongs in because Tubi have realized that taking a chance on LGBTQ+ content is worth it.

They’re doing it right and we’ll prove to them that they are because as an individual queer person that is an enthusiast of LGBTQ+ TV art/entertainment, I do and will not show up for what never shows up for me. And I’m sure many just like me will agree with me on this.

We are very powerful as a passionate fandom. As a community of people that take the bull by its horns and do everything we must to keep our beloved TV art/entertainment going. But we cannot do it on our own. They must meet us in the middle on this too.

If Tubi can consistently do this, then they have a real shot at beating out the juggernauts in the industry.

And we can put Netflix in its grave where it belongs.

They may have all the money and power now. But what they won’t have is an engaging fandom and that will be entirely their own fault for disrespecting us.

And that will thoroughly destroy them in the end because what the fuck is power without people?

Tubi are saying they need the views and we’ll do it. We’ll give them exactly what it is they need. But they better continue to show up for us too if we do because I am really not interested in a one-sided relationship.

It’s mutual respect and support and engagement for me or nothing. My relationship with Tubi must go both ways. That’s what I’m most concerned about with this. I don’t like streaming services for obvious reasons but I’ll show up and do what I can IF the effort is returned.

And as far as ‘Vengeance’ goes, I don’t think Andras will let it be any other way either. They know what she’s signed up for. They know what they must do and if they don’t keep up their end of the deal, then they lose us. Immediately. No excuses. No notice. Gone!

I think we really need to hold them to somewhat of a contract too because we’ve been screwed over so many times and I personally am not having that happen again. I’m not letting them treat us the way Netflix and Hulu have and continue to do so even though they know how much damage it causes us.

Free-to-stream is the way to go. They’ve caught on to that. But if the treatment remains the same, I’m out. It’s not about money with us and they know that. But just because something is free doesn’t guarantee that a fandom will stick around. They better tread carefully.

On the day ‘Vengeance’ releases, we all sign up for accounts but we monitor as a collective the service and we make sure they’re providing just as much. We check their social media feeds, their algorithms, we do a thorough research into what it is they’re doing and we make sure it’s a relationship of mutual respect.

As I keep saying. It goes both ways.

And we need to make sure that it does.

Friday 13th we all sign up for Tubi accounts and watch the special all at the same time. UKers, we will do the very same on the 25th. We need to show them that we mean business and they need to show they respect us.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hi BPP, I hope you´re having a good week.

Have you seen this yet ? https://twitter.com/SUGAJelly9339/status/1656520255135711232?s=20

it´s doing things to me LOL. I felt that in my...let´ s say ...bones.

I also really enjoyed all your recent posts about Yoongi, keep them coming please.

On Yoonmin: Jimin was my getaway drug into BTS. I will always adore him. But then I got to know Yoongi. Game OVER . I adore their interactions, the obvious love and respect they have for each other. Their bond IMHO is rather underappreciated in the fandom (and I dont mean shipping) I mean their connection, support and closeness. We hear a lot about how close JM is to Tae or Hobi, but for the longest time it has been my impression that after JK, Yoongi plays a rather significcant role in JM´ s life. And vice versa.

And while I am pretty sure that from Jimin, it is very much a big bro/mentor/best friend/familial type of love, I am less certain about Yoongi and that makes me sad. B/c I don´t want him to be IN love with one of his closest friends, who is very obviously in love and by all accounts in a commited long-time relationship with one his OTHER closest friends. That is heartbreaking.

well. I will stop there.

One other thing I wanted to mention was how Yoongi, very obviously puts himself into the role of the mentor to the younger artists. The txt guys on Suchwita, Hoshi from 17 too, the whole Snooze...Yoongi just has so much love to give, he wants to help them, he wants none of them to suffer if at all possible...it´s making me emotional just to think about it.

It is fascinating to me, Yoongi, after going through difficult childhood and adolescence, near on ten years of chronic shoulder pain, multiple hate campaigns and the shit industry throws at them on a daily basis and all he has to offer the world in return is Love and wisdom. It is really admirable.

wow this turned out long LOL

So once again, thanks, I really enjoy reading your posts

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Hi @atlantis315 !

Your link.

I understand why you might feel that way about Jimin and Yoongi’s relationship. In fact I think it’s a fairly common belief in the fandom, at least in shipping spaces, that Yoongi sort of pines after Jimin or did so at some point in the past. After all, Yoongi is believed to be queer, as is Jimin, and there’s no denying that Yoongi loves him and could possibly find him and/or men, attractive. Lol. But personally, with what I understand Yoongi’s personality to be, that’s not how I see them at all.

Long story short, I wouldn’t feel bad for Yoongi if I were you. He holds very deep affection for Jimin, that’s true, but not exactly in the way a lot of people think. And I have very little doubt that man is getting his ass ate and his marbles juggled. Not by Jimin, and not by Hobi. I don’t have any concrete evidence to back this up, (there was some news I peeked about Yoongi’s potential love interest some years ago that was leaked on a Korean forum, but it was never confirmed and fake rumours are common, plus I’ve seen nothing as of recent), but with what I understand of my bias, Yoongi is the last person in BTS whose love life I’d be concerned or sad about.

(You’re not the only person who feels some type of way hearing that man growl)

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The boys in general are no strangers to the toll this industry takes on the idols at the heart of it. They've seen their contemporaries, seniors and juniors toil for nothing, face so much shit, and succumb to vices and manipulation at all levels. The boys care a lot about their peers and the conditions they all work in, they talk about it often, in their magazine interviews, their documentaries, and even during the 2022 Festa dinner. Yoongi is a very empathetic person and often expresses his love and concern for his peers and his fans in his songwriting. It warms my heart to see you recognize so much of that in him too.

[laurelsofhighever]

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins Characters/pairings: Alistair x Cousland Chapter: 3/? Rating: T Warnings: None Fic Summary: The story of the Fifth Blight, in a world where Alistair was raised to royalty instead of joining the Grey Wardens.

Read it on AO3

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Cloudreach, 9:29 Dragon

The Couslands ate breakfast together every morning, by tradition. Compared to the dinners in the great hall it was an informal event taken in the library, at a round, walnut table draped with embroidered linen, with the morning light streaming through windows that looked north over the sea. After setting the places, the servants retreated to have their own meal, and, left to the privacy of each other’s company, the family helped each other to platters of eggs, cooked meat, and fruit. The dogs – Bryce’s Mallard and Rosslyn’s Cuno, still with the gangliness of puppyhood – also had their place, tucking into their own breakfasts on leather mats laid out to save the priceless Rivaini carpets from the ravages of slobber and grease.

If not for their grand surroundings, the Laurel motifs decorating the furniture and the rich weave of their clothes, they might have been any ordinary family, with ordinary squabbles. The battle on this particular morning raged around Oren, who had inherited the strong Cousland jaw and his mother’s onyx-dark eyes. He sat high in his cushioned chair, digging through his bowl of porridge for the dried apple slices hidden in its depths and ignoring the entreaties from both his parents to behave.

“I’m three-and-a-half,” he insisted, when Oriana dipped her own spoon into the bowl to try and coax at least one proper mouthful.

Across the table, Eleanor levelled a disapproving stare at her grandson. “When your father was three-and-a-half he knew the benefit of eating everything on his plate,” she told him. “How do you think he got to be so tall?”

Oren’s eyes went wide, turning on his mother. “Is it true?”

“Yes, pequeño,” Oriana replied, ever-patient. “We want you to grow big and strong.”

“And Aunt Rosslyn too?”

Rosslyn glanced up from her book. She had taken to bringing one to breakfast in recent months to keep her own company while the rest of the family got on with their business – there was no one else to talk to, after all, and if she kept herself occupied with such volumes as The Travels of Ebullient Ser Claremore of Stannis it distracted her from the reason why misery gnawed at her like a mouse, stopped her dwelling on the fact that it was her own bloody fault no letters had come from Denerim since the Landsmeet.

“All Couslands eat their porridge,” she replied mildly. “Haelia and Mather started the tradition when they drove the werewolves out of the North.”  

A white lie, but the renowned twins, heroes even among the famed and fabled ranks of Cousland ancestors, had held Oren’s imagination like little else could since he heard the story, the illuminations in the family book weaving him tales of wild chases through the forest and daring battles waged against fang and claw.

“I wish you wouldn’t read at the table,” her mother chided, as if she had only just noticed.

“Aldous wants me to broaden my horizons.”

Her father’s eyebrow lifted, amused. “I doubt Aldous meant for your studies to get in the way of your table manners, Pup.”

“It’s not like anyone’s here,” Rosslyn pointed out. “And besides –”

The door to the library opened, cutting off the rest of her protest to admit a human page in a woollen surcoat of deep Laurel blue.

“Calmett?” Bryce turned at the intrusion.

Calmett bowed. “Forgive me, Your Lordship, but a letter just arrived by courier. I thought you’d want to read it.” He offered over a square envelope of thick, cream-coloured paper on a silver tray and Rosslyn saw the flash of a scarlet seal on the back when her father took it.

“‘To His Lordship, Bryce Cousland’,” he read.

Fergus, who was closer, peered at the direction. “That’s rather formal for Alistair.”

The air squeezed from her lungs. She did not miss the curious glance her brother sent her across the table, nor how Oriana’s brow furrowed; it would be one thing for the king to write to the teyrn himself, formal and aloof, but Alistair knew them as well as family and had long since grown out of the shrinking need to call his foster-father by his title.

Cheeks warming, she dropped her gaze to her plate of half-eaten jam toast, though not quite fast enough to avoid catching her mother’s eye. It was a steady look, a shared confidence; it reminded her of the noble’s mask she had been taught, the blank face required to stare down your worst enemy and make them flinch first. She straightened her shoulders. As her father read the letter she watched with a face of mild, polite interest, taking in the downward pull of his brows as he went on, the way the corner of his mouth flattened into the greying edges of his beard.

“Well? What does it say?” Fergus asked.

Startled, Bryce looked up. “He’s being sent to Starkhaven. From Denerim. King Cailan wishes him to be an aide to the ambassador.”

Fergus clicked his tongue. “Surely Cailan would have allowed him to travel from Highever if he had asked.”

“It isn’t for you to second-guess the king,” Bryce chided, his voice unusually severe. “There might be any number of reasons why the ship left berth at Denerim.”

For a moment, the table stewed in the tension chafing between the teyrn and his eldest child, until Fergus turned his head away with a nod and a sigh and picked up his spoon again. Unnoticed by either of them, Rosslyn frowned at the paper in her father’s hands, the guilt that churned in her stomach for driving Alistair away aclash with a growing anger at his lack of loyalty, his cowardice. Ever since he had first gone to Denerim, no correspondence had ever come back to Highever without at least a small note addressed to her. Did he think no one would notice the change? Did he fear her so much, or put such value on his injured pride that he would shield himself behind the king’s will to neglect his duty to her family?

“May I see the letter?” she asked.

Her father gave her a long look, but passed it to her all the same, as gently as if the paper itself might bite. Curbing her annoyance, she unfolded it and scanned the lines. The unmistakeable scrawl that Aldous had tried so hard to smooth out in their lessons was unchanged, the words short, signed at the bottom with a formality out of place for the person she knew. Despite this, glimmers of humour shone through the stiff, careful style, pulling a traitorous twitch from her lips as she read:

Your Lordship –

I hope you’ll forgive me for bringing you this news in a letter instead of coming to tell you in person. King Cailan has requested that I go to Starkhaven to assist the ambassador there, and since he requires no delay, I’ll be sailing from Denerim as soon as the ship is loaded and the tide is with us. It’s likely I’ll pass by Highever at the same time this letter reaches you – just in case, I’ll wave from my cabin and keep my eyes towards the castle.

If all goes well and I don’t make a complete fool of myself stepping off the ship at journey’s end, it may be some time before I can return to Ferelden, and so this is – for now – a farewell. This is a great opportunity for me to ‘cut my diplomatic teeth’, as my brother keeps on telling me, but I could not leave without at least writing to thank you for everything you have done for me. Without your kindness I don’t know where I would have been by now, but it certainly wouldn’t be here, and I will be forever grateful for that. I hope in return I’ll be able to do you proud.

In my own hand,

Alistair Theirin

It took two days for a courier to take a message from Denerim along the coast, maybe less if the relay used good horses, but half a day less still to cover the distance by water. He would be out on the open sea by now, with Ferelden a smudge of green on a distant horizon.

Starkhaven. It was a place she knew by reputation and court gossip more than anything else. Nate had spoken of it well enough since leaving to become a squire to one of the knights there, and in his own quiet way had painted a picture of exotic markets and gilded palaces merry with the splash of fountains. At least he would be a familiar face to help Alistair orient himself, such a long way away from home.

She wished he had written to her.

[mydahliarose]

Dollhouse of joy 🪽🃏

Pairing: Michael x niiri Michael x demon oc

Trope: forbidden lovers angel x demon

Fandom: what in hell is bad?

Tag: angst with fluff, comfort, hurt, playful teasing, no smut,soft intimacy, doctor and patient roleplay,mentions of my other ocs briefly, wholesome

Synopsis: niiri attempts to pray but hurts herself in the process in doing so to see her worth of becoming an angel. Michael has his paranoia moment aswell so niiri hatches an idea when Michael offers to be alone together she takes him to her domain that's a dollhouse in the form of Michaels most happiest place, his old room.

Nothing but empty silence filled the cathedral at night. Well all accept for niiri's presence, kneeling in the statue of god and his angels surrounding him. Such a rare and unusual sight to see a demon be dedicated to God, because she truly believes she could be an angel in heaven and finally leave demonhood behind her. Oh niiri...god has abandoned his angels wondering where on earth he is, while still retaining there intense devotion for him as they attack and kill devils aswell as the descendants of solomon. There is nothing to do in heaven besides love god to the fullest. You must be truly divine or else a cruel fate shall come if you dare defy. She remembered what Michael said that night in his birthday " are you willing to go through such trials?" Was niiri willing to go through such psychological torture of it all and go as insane as these angels have become? Sure she was already not all the in the head but heavens trials would break her just as its done to her dearest angelica. Oh sweet Michael...

" our father-ngh! w-ho a-rt agh! I-in heaven-s-shit! I can do it..."

Demons cannot say the Bible verse. holy things are considered a weakness for the demons. if they even dare try to finish it the consequences are Burns to blistering the pain is so excruciating it feels as if theyll ash away and die. The doll demon knowing of this contenued on, all it took was repeating Michaels words again and again while her heart raced thinking of him.

" h-hollowed b-be thy name! T-thy kingdom c-come,! T-thy will b-be AH! Done!

She hissed in pain, her bisque doll skin cracking as her flesh is now bare making the burn excruciating, damaging some of her nerves.

"o-on e-earth as it i-is heaven...g-give us this day our... our?" Her body grew weak drastically, she needed to stop or else she will pass out. Shed be lucky if it where the two exorcists who managed to trust her shed get lucky and theyll put her to rest, but if it where another? Shed be done.

"and forgive us... o-our...a-as we forgive... forgive...

"please forgive me father..."

"im sorry i was born imperfect..."

Her body rocking back and forth, already at her limit of her wounds that she would crash headfirst at front. Her body may heal but her fragile mind was another story, this was her attempt to show herself to the skies she was worthy she knew her prayers and she blew it. Or so she believes that herself, or maybe they truly did see her unworthy. An unworthy unclean imperfect demon who shouldn't be allowed to touch the gates to heaven.

She shakingly lifts herself, back into her kneeling position even in defeat there was a spark still glowing within her. Holding her hands together closing her eyes taking deep breaths.

"our father who art in heaven!"

She roared her prayers until she was heard i will be heard!. Please god, one chance was all she ever wanted.

" hollowed by thy name! Thy Kingdom come! Thy will be done!."

I am niiri! Hear me now! Ive massacred my kind for this moment! Im no demon im an angel! God please fix me to your image!

A traitor to her kind now, all those memories in hades where nothing but a locked trunk stuffed in an attic.

" On earth as it is In heaven. Give us this day our daily bread!"

I promise you and your angels im one of you...

Bring her light, give her the most beautiful wings, the most brightest of all halos so that shed feel like a princess walking down her kingdom as the angels welcome her in open arms.

"and forgive us our tresspasses, as we forgive those who tresspassagaints us.

Open your gates and let me in....

Please give her a chance and look her way to see for yourself...

"and lead us not into temptation, b-but d-deliver us from evil!

Let me in so i can feel complete!

So to feel humanlike, In this doll body while there was life within herself wasnt enough, she hoped to morph into a proper angelic body to truly feel herself.

"f-for tine is the kingdom..a-and the g-glory..."

So i can...

And then she looked up weakly to the statue of a familiar war angel of justice next to god and a tear ran down her cheek.

So that i may be able to be with Michael without the reprocussions....

That's what i want more than anything god...let me..let me-.

" NIIRI! "a voice so beautiful yet a hint of authority in there tone echoed the cathedral. She turned and her eyes widened, Michael. Shed struggle to stand on her own, the smell of something that's been left burning on a stove waved through the seraphs nose. Eye twitching, he stormed over immediately to stop her from doing something that felt almost suicidal. He had been listening the entire time, that niiri so into her prayer didnt hear the entrance door open. Looking at her in this state set something off in him, it felt almost to familiar...

" Angelica?" She said as Michael lifted her up full force as if he didnt want her kneeling down any longer.

"get up now!" He said in raged, why does she bother doing this to herself? Its completely pointless and dangerous she should know better! He thought to himself. He didnt want to admit it but he was beginning to get concerned for her well bieng. But then niiri moved her hand away.

"no, i was about to get it right this time! God was finally going to see my worth! Im finally going go get my wi-" she was then abruptly stopped by Michaels words.

" you cant." Just that word alone you could hear splitting crack coming from her heart almost. "

" but...b-but if god can forgive and all then surley he can forgive me for bieng born a demon...an imper- Michael placed his hand onto her mouth to stop her from saying that word. " Don't you even dare finish that sentence!". All filthy demons are imperfect, that go againts gods will, and thus deserve a painful death. but with niiri, he just couldnt think of doing that to her; atleast not anymore, not ever since his pure heart began to sing love songs in a beat everytime he thinks of her. my sweet niiri...she was perfect to him. So perfect, that he hadn't realized how shakingly he had became when he saw her at her limit all the things that made her beautiful where vanishing from her burns. It knotted his heart so much he just wanted to kiss her pain away...

"Michael?" She muffled. hands still covering her mouth that it made him snap out of it immediately he had forgotten he was inside a church which ment...

Oh no oh no has god heard all his filthy adoration to his demoness crush through his inner thoughts?! Has he perhaps heard his heart beat rapidly when he laid eyes on her?! He must have heard everything! Goodness was Michael begining to grow scared, Nausea coming through the roof with an aching headache. Immediately he takes his hand off her and jumps back looking at her as if he had seen a ghost. God...why couldnt you have turned her into an angel.

" d-dont...dont ever say that word again..." He said with a shaky voice, face begining to sweat as he pressed his fingers on his throbbing head.

"....you mean imperfect?" It finally clicked " you mean...i am perfect? Just the way i am?." She tilted her head waiting for a response.

Oh, why does she have to look at him with such cute but deadly stare? Only making it difficult for him to not defy his precious god. He tried to look away, to bad for him he accidentally moved his eye to the corner to look at her. Ahh her white painted makeup with her rosey blush truly matched the lights of the skies. She was the perfect ang- no...she is a demon and she must accept that the holy land would never truly see her as divine. Theyd kill her if they had the chance once she's defensless.

"niiri..." his eyes look up to the statue of god before looking back at her.

"tck... enough with this make believe act! You are a demon! No angel would look down and see you as one of them! You can pray all you want but your only going to contenue hurting yourself in the process!" There was a small menace laughter that felt more of emotional pain than anything, pain of there forbidden relationship." Now look at you! Your all blisters and cracks! When will you open your eyes niiri?!"

Did it hurt to hear? Absolutely. but was it ever more painful because it came from Michaels words? One hundred percent. this was his paranoia talking she had to keep that in mind as to not feel this way. the problem was she to suffer from her own malady of delusions that makes her difficult to stay compose.

" you dont know that! Maybe itll just take time is all! Not tomarrow but any year or more! Maybe i just have to try harder in our executions to be seen as a potential devine bieng!."

The seraphs rolls his eyes letting out an annoyed sigh. Walking towards her he places two hands on her shoulder, gripping them but not to tight as to not worsen her wounds. They seem to have began slowly healing now.

" enough! Theres no chance in you becoming an angel niiri its facts! Thats why god dosent respond to you! Thats why no angels have come to your aide-

It was niiris turn to cut him off now. " You did Michael...you heard my prayer back then in the circus operation mission that you where sent to originally exterminate me remember?"

Immediately Michaels eyes widen. That was the first time they had properly met, thou it was his teammate exorcist that convinced him her words where true to keep her by there side. He thought he'd regret it but in the end it was a huge turn of events in his life, and dare he say something hes always wanted deep down, love.

" i-i did..."he says as niiri cups his face, growing tense at her touch god he wanted more of this from her...

Hesitantly he holds her, tears flowed from his two beautiful eyes. Then Michael says something he thought hed never say.

" why has god forsaken you such fate? Why couldnt he have made you an angel..."

He tilts his head to her palm, nuzzling it as he close his eyes leaving it sweet kisses despite the fear of bieng watched looming around him.

"if you where an angel...things wouldnt be as complicated..."

Niiri moved his beautiful face touching hers, lips nearly touching if she wanted she could have kissed him right then and there.

" i am an angel"

" i am your perfect angel from hell..."

" and you are my perfect angel from heaven~" there was a flirterous manner in her last sentence.

Oh that honeysuckle voice, so doll like yet seductive left a shiver running down his spine.

" my angel..."

Eyes closed, thinking about tasting her sweet midnight lips not caring if it smeared all over his glossy lips ahh the temptation...

But Michael leaned to her ear instead to whisper something.

"lets do this somewhere more privately where we can be ourselves dear."

Oh what a little tease he was, niiri couldn't help but giggle. Finally the tension was fading away and they could let loose together.

"Of course my beautiful white swan~"

She lets go of his beautiful face to offer him to hold her hand, She hatched an idea.

" place your hand in mine, and think about your most favorite place to be alone with me in."

Michael looks at her in curiosity, but nonetheless he does what hes told. He closes his eyes and takes deep breathes, in and out concentrating of his most treasured place. somewhere to be safe and sound with his demoness. Although he couldn't see anything, he felt a small gust of wind woosh over him. Somethings changed.

"now open your eyes."

When he opened them, he was awestruck this couldn't be...

"niiri... this is my-

She smiled then in her joyus state taking over,she gives Michael a big warm hug. Using her strength she lifted him up that his toes where barley touching the ground. Face blushing mixed between the emotions of love and disbelief at what he is just witnessing in his surrounding.

" surprise! This is my domain expansion the dollhouse!, well technically this is your version of it for now." The room was in pastel colors, glow in the dark stars lighting the dim room. The most extraordinary detail, was the ground that was made entirely out of clouds, thankfully they where walkable. This familiar room held so much memories for Michael that he couldn't help but shed tears.

" ahhh my sweetest Dolly of mine, you always know how to sooth this seraphs sadness away..."

He brushed her long front strand of hair away to kiss her forehead. A thank you gift for her. Although happy memories linger here, it also held something he couldnt let go, lucifer hyung. His face from joy slowly began to fade, luckily niiri caught this and tilted his chin up to look at her.

" no no no! This is exactly why i brought you here, so that we could make new fondful memories here! I know that your pscyhe still cant let go of the painful events that happend between you two. But i promise you, if you let yourself distract away from your worries and god, you will have the time of your life here!. This place is safe away from all that my dear" she says with all her endearment. If Michael is sad then shes sad and that only makes her more determined to help him heal from all his trauma. Locking into her loving eyes as she spoke Michael couldnt help but chuckle. Ahh much better sight.

"with you here, i already feel safe." He pats her head before bieng released from her long hug.

"now angelica~ since this is your playtime session with yours truly, what do you suggest we play together today?" She waited for his response.

Oh he gets to decide? How very thoughtful of her, there was just so many to decide! Lets see, play with the toys in his old boxes? Maybe not just yet, hide and seek? No not feeling it. Then he remembered niiris wounds again, they'll healed better now but still he wished to nurture her from her pain- wait that's it!.

" hmm, i think i want to play doctor with you my dear, and you will be my patient." He said with confidence. Niiri gasps dramatically at his request.

" you just read through my mind! Hehe maybe ill get a turn to treat you later?" She twirled her hair around.

" ahhh perhaps if my patient behaves well at her checkup ill consider it~" he teased with playfullness. Finally he felt like he could let loose here without the real world interfering with his mindset.

He went to look around for a futon mattress for her to lay, oh my goodness Michael has never felt this excitement in a good long time until now, oh how he longer missed this energy.

" come now and lay here while i check your pulse then ill be doing a body checkup". He tapped on the mattress to signal her.

Niiri jumped and plopped down, thank goodness it didn't break from her strength. " Im ready casanov- i mean doctor! *Cough* im sooo sick! Please help me figure out whats wrong!." She dramatically places her hand on her forhead as if she was in dire need of help.

" oh heavens, it seems we have a code blue on our hands!, here let me immediately check your pulse". Michael took a hold of her palm, putting his middle and index fingers at her wrist from the bottom of her finger. He listened closely, using some of his angelic powers to make her veins visible through his light.

"your heart beat seems to be in good health." Badump " hm? It seems you are suddenly beating rapidly i wonder..."

Even if it was just roleplay, watching Michael enjoy himself in this doctor scenario of taking care of his demon lover she couldnt help but skip a beat. So cute, so caring he wanted more of this.

" i think ill have to check your hearts pulse just to make sure" oh she was done for.

"o-oh well the stethoscope is over t-" she was stopped by Michaels sudden closeness to her chest.

" no, i think ill just listen to it myself. What of it's faulty? We cant have that now can we?" Like hell hed let this opportunity slide to make her melt through his needy charms.

" oh- hehehe... ah i see, why use a tool when my most perfect doctor is right here to do it himself? How silly of me to suggest it in the first place~." So warm she felt.

" that's a good girl, now stay still for me will you? " Niiri nodded and that was his signal to lay his head on her chest. He didnt dare move, carefully listening to her heartbeat...badump! Badump! .

"Niiri! Good gracious! Your heartbeat has gotten faster! What have you taken any caffeine this morning? Perhaps anxiety?".

Niiri shook her head, she couldn't even look at him. "N-no!"

" hmm then maybe, could it be..." He jolted his head up to niiris face suddenly now seeing a bashful niiri trying to hide her face.

" aha! I diagnose you with lovesickness! Oh how adorable!." He pinches her cheeks very slightly before tapping her nose with his finger. " Niiri my dolly~ please keep making that beautiful noise from your heart for me everday will you~?" He cooed.

" ack! Haha! Oooh Michael cakes this heart will always pump for you~, especially with how good your doctor role is im for certain its going to combust soon!" A snort coming from him as he rubs her shoulder.

" remind me to prescribe you some medications ok?"

She mimics her hand to sound like its talking " yeah yeah doctor~" she was about to stood up until Michael stopped her. "Ahem, i don't think i said your appointment is finished yet? I still have to check around more." Her eyes widen, where on earth is he going to check now.

" o-oh doctor where else do i need a check up?" She said as Michael crosses his arms.

" i need to check all over your body to examine all your burns from earlier..." He looked at her with concern.

Oh he still hadnt forgotten about that...

" oh right...its already healed from regeneration, but you are the doctor and i won't stop you from doing so then~". He really cared for her this much.

" good, im glad you understand. Now sit up." She does just that, she was also kind enough to unbutton her shirt for him.

Now Michael got a taste of his own medicine, as he began to feel warm inside his face redder than any cherries seen.

" a-alright...lets examine these healed spots now shall we?" He picked up one of her arms, moving it towards him to see and sure enough theyve healed. Tsk...if only god hadnt interrupted back there in the church he would have tended to her wounds.

"doctor..." Michael was listening to her.

" do my wounds still need to be healed?" He only nodded, but as healed as her outer layer was he could still see a tiny scaring needing to go away. So with his gentle lips he kissed it, one single kiss was all it took for it to go away with a golden light resembling little fireflies almost. The kiss of an angel is the most divine healing in all of existence.

He trailed his lips up to her upper arm, showering every consequences of her actions away with his purity. It didnt stop there, from her shoulder he'd kiss her upper back. He imagined what it be like if she had wings, oh how he'd always take a chance to nuzzle in between them, stroking them to watch them flutter as shes always done to his. He kissed there more that it left niiri to shiver down.

"a-ah! Ahh i see...,you got bothered by the fact that you couldnt tend to me at my worst state because of God. So you took this opportunity to make up for it yes?."

Michael did not respond he was to focused on showering her body with all his light.

"mmhm...~" he mumbled, her body now in a much better state thanks to him. Not before one last peck on her cheek.

" ahh there we go much better now~, it would seem your appointment is finally finished." If only it lasted longer but alas he wanted to give niiri her turn. Now hed be the one to play patient and immediately he took no time to switch his role.

"cough! O-oh no! I think i caught your love sickness~ i feel feverish..doctor dolly i need you to hold me~ " he falls so dramatically into her arms, his expression really gave off as if he looked weak and sluggish. Nuzzling onto her chest for comfort, hes so freaking cute she thought to herself.

" OH NO! We need all the angel numbers for a miracle to save you! " Carrying him bridal style she runs to the toy boxes, seeking to find some plastic medical equipments and wala! A thermometer just exactly what she needed.

"alright angelica open wide im going to check your temperature ok?" She says in the most nurturing care tone. as she places her other hand onto his forhead, Pretending as if hes actually burning up.

" ahh..." He obliges into her care as the tool was placed closing his mouth awaiting to see his temperature.

" ok lets see now... GASPS! 113?! Oh my goodness! was my lovesick so contagious that you couldn't resist me? Well no wonder you got it bad! Tsk tsk" she teases him.

" ahh doctor you caught me~ now look at me, needing your assistance to cure me cough! Oh whateeever shall you do my sweets?" He curls up closer to her, his attention seeking growing stronger as they contenue to play make believe.

" hmm, well sweety it seems we have no cure for this lovesickness you and i suffer from". Gently plays with his hair " although... Is it bad as a doctor to wish there never is a cure to this?." A soft chuckle escapes her lips.

Michael ponders at the thought then remembering her heartbeat whenever he does something for her Lovingly. Even he himself chuckled at the thought.

" you know what? Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all.." he smiles. " I wish wed always fall for eachother like this even in different timelines..." How sweet of him to say thought niiri. A life in different times with the same lover? How beautiful.

" but what if love sickness kills us?" Silence and then he speaks " my dearest, this is supposed to be a realm of joy yes? Lets keep it that way please?" He made a puppy face that niiri could not resist.

" ahh ok ok! Oh no patient your fever is getting high! Oh i know!" She lays him gently, running to find something that would similarly look like medicine. She searched around the boxes again until she found a fake vintage doll medicine bottle, crossing her fingers hoping there was something edible in here shake, ok there's something in here now lets open it. Pop, oh! There's little candys here, yes this will work splendidly.

" sorry i took so long starlight! Now come into my arms again"~ immediately pulls him close then smothers his forhead with kisses.

" take these pills that I'm prescribing you dear, take one now then the other later ok?" Takes a candy out of the toy pill bottle that's a shape of a star.

" chew " she commands, he leans his head up taking the dessert slowly chewing it down so he can get rid of this fake fever.

" ahh i think ill feel better soon knowing my doctor is so nurturing of me~ actually doctor if it isnt to much to ask...can you rock me back and forth? Id think thatll help me relax a bit in your care.." niiri smiles.

" this is your dollhouse domain and so it shall be requested, nothing is to much to ask in order to feel joy in this realm remember that Angelica~" ruffling his hair, she moves her body back and forth. Humming a bit as she stares into the stars and he watches her.

" this has been the most fun ive ever had in a long time, i wish it never ended..." He sighs.

" then how about we play one more game? We can play here as long as we need to!"

Michael smiles as he thinks. " Patty cake?

" i love that game! Cmon sit in front of me then." Michael releases from her hold as he positions himself to clap her hands.

" ready?" She says with glee

" niiri, im always ready~" he said with confidence.

And so niiri started the rhythm " pat-a- cake! Pat-a-cake! Bakers a man bake me a cake as fast as you can! " The pace speeds up, both lovers managing to keep up the pace as the ryhme repeats again.

"Pat it and roll it with an M." Wait shouldnt it be the letter B? Michael thought to himself

" then put it in the oven..."suddenly niiri snatches Michaels wrist, pulling him up close to lock his lips onto hers. Hand slithering up to cup his face, moving it from behind to caress his feathers. They flap through excitement, a muffled moan of surprise escapes his luchious mouth as eyes lock wide.

"mmmff?!" She chuckles in his lips before slowly releasing him " for Michael and Me~..." He was left utterly speechless beyond belief, he lifted his fingers as to feel his wet lips. He could taste sugar in those lips, addicting as his love for her is.

" n-niiri..." Now he looked utterly lovesick for real this time, no rolepay this time. He felt dizzy and woozy in the best way possible.

" i need you.." he wraps his arm around her pulling her even close to him that she has no chances of escaping. He wanted everything of her. " Mmf! M-michael~" she muffled.

While Michael continued to have a taste, niiri focused on showing affection to his wing, her favorite part of him. Moving he hand back and forth until sharp gasps escapes, winged feather switching more and more through her action.

" you mean everything to me, more than anything in the world.. that's why if i where to miraculously become an angel, id win there approval to be with you..."

It all made sense to Michael now, he stopped the kiss but not caressing her.

" my angel, you do not need there approval because i your angel from the heavens already approve of this forbidden relationship please Remember that." He kisses her again and even more passionate this time not caring if he loses his breathe. " I need you niiri..my beloved antique doll~" he began to cry a single tear then another streamed down his golden eye. His other eye seemed to be doing the same aswell. He was very emotional in this moment.

" your to kind to me my love..." Then she to began to cry, then something Michael does leaves her speechless. He pulls a feather from his wing, eye twitched from the Small pinch sensation putting it between her ear. " Michael...your own feather?"

He gives a genuine smile." that is your wing my dear, a reminder that you are my angel always..." He moves to the crook of her neck where he placed his feather to nuzzle her new set of wing like he's always wanted to, even if it was just a feather itll do.

Niiri returned the same gesture aswell, biding her face where his wing was tears of joy glistening down his pastel white shirt. But he didn't mind.

" your the only one who sees me for who i am... thank you."

Thats how they spend the rest of there hours, alone together sharing emotional intimacy moments while playing more. They wanted to be together in the dollhouse domain, not ready to once again face the challenges of bieng together out on earth hell and heaven.

it had to happen soon.

End

Angel dividers by @/Chocoperrito

Star divider by @/dwaintydoll

Blue sparkle divider by @/anitalenia