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mara-and-its-the-same · 6 months ago

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let’s understand that this is Mara immediately post breakup so this means i get to have it as wild as i want it to be...but anyway, all i’ve been thinking about is rebounding with Danny, duh. Beyond suggestive, it's directly implied, 2k words and a big thank you to @frnchgirls, rose is a most gracious help. Enjoy 🥰

“What about like this?”

If anyone asked Danny the series of events that led him here, there would be no sane answer. Friday night he meets you at the Vandals’ bar, Saturday night he learns that you live in Chicago but were dating another Vandal in a different chapter and just suffered a messy break up, and by Sunday afternoon he’s got you posing on his bed with the brand new knowledge that before you got into that relationship you were a lingerie model until that guy made you quit.

“Danny?” You ask him again, leaning on your elbows and one knee slightly bent to the side over the other.

He shakes himself out of his daydreaming to realize that reality is ten times better and hopes you don’t notice his dazed off gaze from your side of the camera. “Yeah?”

“Is this a good pose?”

Kathy told you that you should get back into modeling, then offered Danny to help you practice, maybe get new photos to show some agents. Neither of you were busy this weekend, so now here you are in a brand new soft blue babydoll negligee that she made you buy the minute she heard about the split, on Danny’s bed.

God, how he washed those sheets and cleaned all over his apartment as soon as you asked if you could do it at his place. It hasn’t been so neat since he toured the place. But now there you are wanting him to tell you if you look good in your lingerie on his bed. But photography is his job, he’s a professional, he can do this.

He could do this, if his tongue wasn’t suddenly tied until he swallowed thickly. “Yeah, maybe you just lean back a little more?”

“Like this?”

“Perfect.” He captures the picture and tries some more from a few different angles. “What about laying down?”

“Mhm,” you move a bit further down the bed and let your hair fall around you as best it could on its own. “Here?”

“Yeah, can I move your hair?”

“Yeah,�� he rearranges your strands so they frame your face perfectly and look as effortless as possible.

“Gorgeous.” The shudder clicks right as he said it, so fast that he hits it a second time just to catch your smile when he says it.

“Really?” He catches the moment your face changes from eyes closed and sultry, to open and joyous.

“Beautiful.”

“Me? Or just your pictures?

“You, and the pictures of you.”

“Thank you,” you roll over again and he gets one from another angle.

It was never anything crazy, the sets you modeled. Just some odd jobs for more local boutiques, never anything obscene or ridiculously lavish. Danny refuses to believe that though. You make plastic rhinestones shine like diamonds. Machine spun cotton lace looks like hand threaded silk from Paris the second it touches your skin.

“Do you think we got enough of this one?” you ask.

“I think so. I can get these developed and have them ready in a few days,” he starts packing his camera away. “What size did you say you wanted?”

“Oh I don’t know, but— Well actually I brought one more thing to try on. Unless you want to be done?”

He’s not sure how much more of this he can really take. How much longer can he be in the same room as you before he busts just from looking at you.

“Yeah, sure- I’ll be in the kitchen.”

He tries not to stare as you slide of the bed and start looking through the bag you brought on his way out the door.

3 minutes later your head is poked out of the door and into the kitchen, “Danny, you can come in now.”

Oh what a sight you are. The black nightgown reaches down all the way to your ankles, the silky fabric falls over your hips so perfectly, and the only thing between the air and your chest is a thin layer of the finest lace he’s ever seen. “I haven’t worn this in years.”

“That’s a shame.” He can’t believe he’s said that, especially in the tone he did, like he couldn’t believe you wouldn’t even wear it just by yourself. You must know how you look in it, how it looks tailored to your body in every square inch.

“I know. But he didn’t like it. It’s vintage Chantelle, all silk. Didn’t know how to appreciate it properly.” You sit back on the bed again and just then he notices the slit up one side that just about nears the top of your thigh.

You’re about to take a new pose when he asks you a most peculiar question.

“I’m sorry?” You ask.

“Do you mind if I move you?” He says with more confidence this time and what a gift that he did.

“Sure.”

He sets the camera down on his dresser and comes towards you. With his hands on your shoulders— your nearly bare shoulders, his thumbs fitting perfectly just into the dips of your clavicles —he leads you to lay down against the pillows and rearranges your hair. He takes one of your hands and places it beside your head, the other he moves across your torso with your hand cusping your hip bone. He steps back a bit to consider your legs, with respect to the slit. After slowly, so slowly coasting down the length of your leg, he softly pulls one ankle down straight, and pushes the other slitted one up so that it is slightly bent at the knee and tilts it towards the other.

He takes a second to look at you, really look at you, and he can’t believe anyone would ever try to keep you from this.

Maybe he’s just getting to know your form, for the sake of the composition, you think. But only for a moment before you see him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, just for a second but you notice.

Finally, finally, he takes the first picture of you like this. With the click of the shutter you’ve made your mind up, you decide to press your luck. “What if I like…” you bring the hand that was on your hip up to your mouth and bite the top knuckle of your index finger.

“Yes.”

“What’s the look you’re thinking though?”

“They’re your pictures. I’m thinking whatever you want me to think.”

“But you’re the photographer, the artist.”

“You’re the art.”

“Would you kiss me?”

He nearly drops the camera. “What?”

“They like when pictures tell stories, the story would be that I’m messy and ravished and the clothes are serving their intended purpose. If you’re alright with that?”

He so absolutely, most certainly, positively is more than just alright with that. “Yeah, ok.”

You push yourself back up on the bed while he positions himself at the edge. “So how do you wa—“ he’s cut off by your pull to his collar and the press of your lips. Surpassing his initial surprise he brings a hand up around you to hold your waist, and the other up to your jaw. Messy, you want it messy. And salacious, lascivious even. Beyond suggestive, obvious is what you need. He can tell from the way you continue to pull him into you even as his chest is flush against yours.

You pull away panting for no more than a second to order “Get the camera off the bed.” How sweet of you to be concerned, he nearly leaps over you to put it on the nightstand and he’d like to say ‘if it were any less expensive’ he would have just thrown it, but he knows that the price of it wasn’t what stopped him, it was the fear of damaging even a single one of those pictures of you.

As he’s leaning over you, you slide down a little further on the bed so he can reach you easier. Or maybe to muss your hair up a little more if it’s against the pillows, or any other excuse you could make to make it seem like this is all for the picture and not your own desires.

From there it is licks, bites, tugs, sucks of lips. And you’re trying, you’re both trying to keep your hands out of it, but how could you when his hair is so soft and the back of his neck is the perfect shape for you to hold. And how could he when your skin is so perfect and your bare leg is right there.

“I want a hickey.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss my neck.” He kisses you twice more on his way to your throat and you can’t help the sound you make when he reaches the perfect spot. Already he has you gasping for air. “Oh god.” His hand slithers up the slit, sliding even higher in search of your hip bone or waist to hold.

“Wait,” He lifts himself to be eye level with you, “wait—“

“Hm?”

“Sorry, just…You’re—This is real now, right?”

“Yes, yes, very real.” You rush to pull him back down to your lips and nearly crash noses with the way he rushes down to meet you.

“Mmph,” he groans at the scratch of your nails across his scalp and just the sound makes your back arch. Moving down again, he passes soft kisses down the valley of your chest. You’re positive he can feel the beat of your heart through every inch of your skin. How you’ve missed this, being wanted, being adored. And how he’s missed crossing beyond the other side of the lens, the feel of sculpting another body just by the skill of his touch.

As he’s pushing the side of your skirt up and away a sudden fear strikes you, “Wait!”

“What is it?” He immediately sits back and takes his hands away, looking into your eyes for any cause for concern.

“I’m so sorry, but I really don’t want to rip it.”

“Oh,” you see him immediately relax, “So…”

You make no answer, though you do sit up to your knees and move the skirt out from underneath you. With a gesture to the strap that has fallen off your shoulder, he finally gets the message. However, in the spirit of fairness, his own shirt is the first thing to go and before you have time to remember your original intent you both rise on your knees just to kiss again. You feel before you look while your hands roam his torso.

And slowly, so slowly, through wandering presses, pulls, and squeezes, he reaches the sides of your thighs and takes your nightgown by the seams to lift it over your head. He takes it by the straps to hang by the corner of the headboard rather than tossing it to the floor.

You guide him forwards as you move to your back again, his knee moves between your legs while his fingertips smooth along your jaw. His eyes dance around your face, and as embarrassed as he may be to admit it, he takes a fleeting glance down the space between your bodies. An idea flashes before him, a bold one, but at this point in the afternoon he’s not sure there’s much left that could happen between you two that’d be too bold. He reaches for the camera slowly enough that you knew exactly what he wants. You resist the instinct to shy away when you still see his soft gaze over the camera. The shudder clicks and he drops it back on the nightstand, “That one’s not making it into the book,” Danny smirks at his own teasing before leaning back into you to finish what he started with a smile still on his lips.

#danny lyon x reader #the bikeriders #the bikeriders fanfiction #mara's fics #danny x reader #mike faist x reader #the bikeriders smut

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airybcby · 11 days ago

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જ⁀♡⊹｡° together forever

( rin itoshi x gn! reader )

♡ a/n — just wanted to write this :) ( listen to what i wrote to here )

♡ content — rin itoshi x gn! reader, gn! reader, has like one flashback, set when rin is a pro soccer player ( i wrote him abt 20-22 ish ), established relationship, mentions of death, kinda heavy topics mentioned, mentions of a car crash, second chances, angst

♡ synopsis — rin itoshi had broken your heart in the snow once, you just hoped he wouldn't do it a second time.

The snow fell softly that evening.

You hadn’t noticed it at first—too preoccupied with the weight of the world pressing against your chest. But as the chill of the season seeped into your bones, a single snowflake landed delicately on your sleeve.

For a moment, it sparkled, fragile and crystalline, before dissolving into nothing. Just like that, you were back there—standing in the snow, watching Rin walk away from you.

It had been quiet that night too. No wind, no voices. Just the sound of your heartbeat echoing in your ears and the crunch of his boots against the snow as he left without looking back. You remembered the way your hands had trembled, not from the cold but from the weight of his words.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

You’d stood frozen in place, breath clouding in the air, trying to make sense of what he’d said. Rin had always been distant, his emotions buried deep under layers of quiet intensity and simmering anger. But he had let you in once—given you glimpses of the person behind the stoic mask.

Or so you thought.

“You don’t need me holding you back.”

You didn’t believe him, not then, not now. You’d never asked for perfection or proof of his worth. You just wanted him—messy, angry, broken Rin and all.

He had looked at you with the same detached expression he used on the field, his eyes colder than the snow falling around you.

And then, he’d left.

You blinked, the snowflake gone now, melted into your coat like it had never existed. The world around you came rushing back—the faint hum of passing cars, the faint scent of winter in the air. But the ache in your chest remained, as fresh as it had been that night.

Your feet carried you aimlessly through the city streets, the snowfall thickening as the world around you blurred into shades of white and gray. You didn’t know where you were going, and you weren’t sure you cared.

Somewhere along the way, you stopped. The park stretched out before you, blanketed in untouched snow. Your breath hitched when you realized where you were.

It wasn’t the same place, but it felt eerily similar—a quiet, empty expanse that mirrored the hollow silence you’d felt when Rin had walked away.

You knelt, brushing snow off the bench, and sat down. The cold seeped through your coat, but you welcomed it. It grounded you in a way the memories couldn’t.

Rin hadn’t spoken to you since that night. Weeks passed, then months. The world moved on, as it always did. But you stayed stuck in that moment, the ghost of him haunting every snowfall, every fleeting memory of warmth.

He left because of Sae. You knew that much. Everything Rin did was tethered to the brother who had left him behind. Rin thought he had to surpass him, had to become something greater, even if it meant carving pieces of himself away to do so. You had tried to be enough, to remind him that he was worthy just as he was.

But Rin wasn’t the type to let himself be loved. Not fully, not without a fight.

Somewhere, in the blur of snow and memory, you felt the weight of someone’s gaze. You looked up, and your breath caught in your throat.

He was there. Rin Itoshi, standing a few feet away, hands in his coat pockets and snowflakes caught in his dark hair. He hadn’t changed much. The sharpness in his eyes, the tension in his posture—it was all the same. And yet, something was different.

He wasn’t walking away this time.

“I thought I’d find you here,” he said, his voice soft but steady, like the snow itself.

Your heart twisted painfully. You wanted to say something, anything, but the words stuck in your throat. Rin took a hesitant step closer, his gaze never leaving yours.

“I…” He trailed off, glancing to the side as if searching for the right words. “I didn’t know how to come back. After that night.”

The silence hung heavy between you. You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you simply waited.

The snow fell gently around you, blanketing the park in an ethereal quiet. It was just the two of you now: you on the bench, Rin standing a few steps away, his hands buried in his coat pockets. For a moment, it felt like nothing had changed, like the months of silence between you hadn’t stretched into an aching chasm.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” Rin said, his voice as soft as the falling snow. “Leaving you. I thought… if I stayed, I’d ruin you.”

You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You didn’t ruin me, Rin. You broke me.”

His jaw tightened at your words, and for a fleeting moment, you saw something crack in his armor. “I know,” he whispered. “I know I did.”

The air between you felt heavier than the snowfall, every word teetering on the edge of something unresolved. But for once, Rin didn’t look away. His eyes met yours, unguarded and raw in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“I wanted to come back,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “I just didn’t know how.”

You let the silence stretch, watching as the snow caught in his hair and on his lashes. For so long, you’d imagined this moment—what you’d say to him if you ever saw him again, the anger you’d unleash, the questions you’d demand answers to. But now that he was here, all you felt was the aching warmth of a fire long since extinguished.

“I didn't need you to be perfect, Rin,” you said softly, your breath clouding in the cold air. “I just needed you to stay.”

He took a hesitant step forward, his hands unclenching as if he wanted to reach for you but couldn’t quite bring himself to. “I didn’t know how to stay,” he said, almost pleading. “But I never stopped… I never stopped wanting to.”

You felt your heart ache at his words, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the layers of hurt you’d carried for so long. For a moment, it felt like the snow around you was melting, the cold giving way to something warmer, something hopeful.

“Here,” you said, reaching into your pocket for your phone. “Let’s not leave it like this again.” You unlocked the screen, the faint light illuminating your hands as you extended it toward him. “Your number.”

Rin’s lips curved ever so slightly—a ghost of a smile that you hadn’t seen in years. He nodded, stepping closer to take it. But just as your gaze flickered down to the phone in your hands, you felt the shift in the air. The warmth you’d felt moments ago dissolved into an eerie stillness.

When you looked back up, Rin was gone.

At first, you thought he’d walked away again. That same gnawing ache of abandonment clawed at your chest, but you forced yourself to push it down. “Rin?” you called out, your voice trembling as you stood and scanned the park. The snow had thickened, making it hard to see, but there were no footsteps in the freshly fallen blanket. No sign of him at all.

You sat back down on the bench, your hands trembling as you clutched your phone. “Typical,” you muttered bitterly, the sting of his disappearance all too familiar. He’d always run when things got too close, too real. But this time had felt different—or at least you wanted to believe it had.

Just as you were about to leave, your phone buzzed in your hand. The notification banner from your news app flashed on the screen, and you glanced at it absently. But the headline froze the breath in your lungs:

Famous Soccer Player, Rin Itoshi, Declared Dead at Scene of Car Crash.

The world tilted, your heart plummeting as the words registered. You stared at the screen, the letters swimming in your vision. Your fingers trembled as you clicked the notification, the article loading slowly, painfully, as if the universe wanted to drag out your disbelief.

“Rin Itoshi, star striker and younger brother of Sae Itoshi, was involved in a fatal car accident late this afternoon…”

The time listed matched when you’d first sat down in the park. Your stomach churned violently, your breaths coming shallow and uneven. No. No, this couldn’t be right. You’d just seen him, just spoken to him. He was here, in front of you, just moments ago.

But then, the snow… the way he’d disappeared…

Your phone slipped from your hands, landing in the snow beside the bench as the realization struck you like a blow to the chest. Rin hadn’t walked away this time. He couldn’t.

And yet, somehow, he had come back to you. Just for a moment, just long enough to say the things he’d never been able to before. Just long enough to say goodbye.

You sank into the bench, tears spilling freely now as the snowfall thickened around you. The cold seeped into your skin, but you didn’t care. The ache in your chest felt unbearable, like a void that could never be filled.

Still, in the midst of your grief, a faint warmth flickered. Because for the first time, Rin hadn’t run. He hadn’t left you in the snow. He’d come back.

Even if only as a ghost of what could’ve been.

lol so um this is the first time i cried while writing this stuff :)

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

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kozachenko · 10 months ago

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I FIGURED OUT A WAY TO FUCKING MAKE THE IMAGE SMALLER FOR POSTING ON TUMBLR WITHOUT SACRIFICING THE ACTUAL QUALITY OF THE IMAGE OH MY GOD

Ok so, what I did is go into the clip studio paint file, make a new file, copy and paste the group in the original file, merge everything, get rid of the extra stuff outside of the canvas, and then make the flattened image smaller and crop the canvas. Once you have that, export it and you're done. This helps maintain the actual quality of the image and also helps shrink the file size down to something actually postable (if anyone has a better way of doing this please tell me)

[Edit]: Ok I guess posting something to Tumblr just naturally compresses the image a bit more somehow because I'm looking at it now and zooming in too much makes it a bit blurry so I'm still gonna have to futz around with image quality for future pieces oof

Artist's Note:

I'm so glad I figured out a way to do this because I like working on a big canvas so I can get as much detail in as I possibly can. Only problems are how laggy it gets while drawing lol.

I had an idea for a drawing with Reimu and Zanmu because I really like thinking about their potential dynamic a lot. I also wanted an excuse to draw Zanmu again but in my normal rendering style because last time I drew her she was in my more sketchy style with generally flat colours so I wanted to draw her again. Speaking of, looking at the sketch for this is a jumpscare that I never enjoy seeing, like, man am I glad I didn't use those for my final piece.

Also about her spear. I was originally gonna make it like the ones she had in game, but it kinda threw off the whole piece. It was too big, too blue, and too flat, so I just went "fuck it" and gave her a different one instead. My headcanon justifying this is that the ones she uses in game are for danmaku battles whereas in any other fight she just uses a proper yari, or she still uses the yari and just makes it all glowy to power it up, maybe both lol. I pulled as much inspiration as I could from Sengoku era spears, and even put in some blue into the decorative part of the spear and also added a little skull to pay tribute to the original spear. Also, in my research I saw some art of izanami and izanagi making japan and saw that the yari izanagi has had a little decorative tassley thingy on it so I took some inspo from that and just made it one of Zanmu's tassles (Idk when that art was from or if the spear was still accurate to Sengoku period Japan but hey, probably the same reasons Eirin puts little bow ties on her arrows, it's just for personalization purposes).

I love rendering hair and clothes so much omg, while I like the super curly hair Zanmu, the longer, wavier hair suits her better for this drawing (I imagine it only does that like how Ghibli characters hair moves when they feel angry lol). I love making Zanmu's hair all messy and crazy, as well as giving her grey hairs, this woman has aged like a fine wine. Also, if the hem on the ends of her sleeves, top of her shirt, and her pants look like gold to you, that's because it is! It's fairly light so she's not collapsing under the weight, but it's gold! (I don't care how impractical it is, it's just cool). Not the undershirt though, it's made of a gold fabric. I had a cute idea with Reimu's hair to make it have a red shine to it. I also changed up Reimu's outfit so it isn't just a blob of red. I like it a lot when Reimu's skirt and outfit is segmented into different layers, so I wanted to incorporate that.

I tried to draw their hands differently as well, but IDK how noticeable that is. Also, I am super happy with how the side profiles for the two of them turned out, I used to struggle a lot with how to make the side profile of a character actually look like the character, so I'm really happy that they actually look like themselves.

Also added in the tree and rocks in the background as an homage to Zanmu's character art in Touhou 19, just because I was getting kinda stumped on what to do with the background lol.

In terms of a story idea with Reimu and Zanmu, idk why but the potential plotline of Zanmu wanting to ascend to godhood is so fascinating to me. Like, it is very possible that if she just convinced everyone she was a god (which would be very easy for her to do), she would become one in a heartbeat. Also, if she were to become a god, with her ability to return stuff to nothing, could she hypothetically get similar abilities to (Jojo Part 5 spoiler btw) GER? Like, idk about the death timeloop stuff, but the concept has been haunting me every night as I have been trying to find loopholes in GER's ability for a while now ( for no reason in particular). Back to the main topic, I imagine that she would probably tell Reimu that if she were to become a god she would take over the Hakurei shrine since the god there might as well be dead, and Reimu just says to her, "Over my dead body bitch." Like, I have no idea how to summarize their dynamic but like, it's the type of hero-villain dynamic where the phrase "We're not so different, you and I" would definitely be a phrase said during a fight. I think that if another IN style game were to release, Reimu and Zanmu would be in a team together. They could also have an interesting mentor and pupil kind of dynamic. Can you tell that Zanmu has been charging my mind rent these part few months? Like, instead of living in my head rent free, she kinda just uno reversed the whole situation and now she's the one charging me rent. What happens if I get evicted from my own brain? Actually, scratch that, I don't think I wanna know.

#touhou project #art #fanart #touhou fanart #touhou 19 #touhou #東方project #zanmu nippaku #unfinished dream of all living ghost #reimu hakurei #東方

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lovesick-feelings · 2 years ago

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UPDATE: This is just a repost for the tags. The original reblog will be kept up! Original AU made by @soleilxe please go check out their blog they are a genius (๑♡ ⌓♡๑)

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I had to get this one out in case the DLC mysteriously dropped out of nowhere! (ʘᗩʘ’)

I absolutely love this AU so much! I am telling you rn that when I first read this I couldn't stop thinking about it and i was so sad that it was never expanded! So I ended up drawing a small comic (this is like my first time doing something like this so sorry if its messy! ) and that was supposed to be it but I ended up writing a short fic as well (⌒_⌒;) Btw this is just my spin on things so sorry if I made any errors!

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"Irreparable," the company claimed. It made no sense to Sun and Moon. From what they know the incident occurred the night an unexpected visitor came by. On the morning management came in, they were met with their main star missing, busted animatronics, and a disheveled mall. To think that the boy they met that fateful night caused all this was… strange, to say the least. At least they were perfectly fine! Yeah, they had a bit of trouble avoiding the flames resulting in slight damage but they were working! With a few repairs and replacements, everything would be right as rain! However, that didn't stop Fazbear Mall from permanently shutting its doors.

Even after conversations they overheard between co-workers, workers leaving as soon as they arrived with salvaged valuables, and the final click of the lock shutting the doors permanently, Sun was in denial.

"They'll come back for us! We'll just have to wait till then!" Although Moon was still troubled by the events that night, he still held onto hope.

"Yes, yes you're right. In the meantime, we should clean up~"

"That's the spirit!" Sun cheered.

The first few months played out like this: waiting and cleaning up whatever they could in anticipation that the company or someone would return. However, those beliefs slowly slipped away with each passing month. Sun tried so hard to keep them distracted from their situation but it’s difficult when you wake up in the same hell every day. Nowadays when he tries to comfort Moon every word comes out unsteady. If only he could make them more believable.

Moon couldn't handle it. It was all his fault. If he'd just fought back none of this would have happened. But how could you fight against something you didn’t know was coming? The night he became corrupted haunted him endlessly. It didn’t help that they also became more beat-up after several failed escapes he made. Though he was grateful for his brother's support, it felt more like lies and empty promises as time passed. Failure after failure, shame, and guilt built up. It was always at his lowest when he felt the same corrupt urges he had that fateful night back.

"SHUT IT! JUST SHUT IT! IT'S THE SAME THING EVERY SINGLE DAY! NO ONE IS COMING FOR US!!"

"...sorry" Sun whimpered.

It was always too late by the time he snapped back to his senses. It was like he was stuck in an endless loop of mistakes. All he could do was apologize and blame himself again.

With no business and no people to tend to days have been spent pacing and cleaning the decrepit daycare. Today was no different. Sun wiped his hands in the desk cabinet causing thick layers of dust to fly in every direction. Every item out of place has already been put back in its original spot long ago. All there was left was the tedious task of wiping away dust.

Moon never understood why he was so keen on getting into the smallest crevices. He couldn’t deny he had his fastidious tendencies but Sun always went above him. He always claimed it was a good way to pass time but Moon knew better. Even with the new body allowing both of them to be present at once Sun still was never the biggest fan of shutting down for long periods. Normally, Moon would push him into resting but Sun seemed to be in a better mood today and he didn't want to disturb him.

The crash of crumbling rubble made them jump from their spot. It was loud enough to hear across the daycare. Their eyes were drawn to the ceiling and they noticed a huge hole. Sun frowned. Was the building finally caving down?

"Must've been a rat"

"whAT?-" Sun choked out.

"What do you mean by a rat? A rat does not cause a hole in the ceiling to collapse!" Moon's only response was a shrug. From where they were it looked like it was around the ball pit area.

"Let’s check it to see-"

"NO"

"WhaT WHy?" Sun’s voice glitched from surprise. He didn’t expect such a sudden response.

"Because it's most likely nothing. The building is just deteriorating again…" He stated plain and simple.

"Well yes but-” Sun paused for a moment, “B-but we may as well check to make sure nothing is wrong!" Moon didn't respond. It’s going to be nothing again and he really wasn’t up for disappointment. Knowing Sun, they were bound to end up there regardless.

"Okay," he grumbled. Moon could feel Sun slightly bounce up. He sighed as they walked around the desk and towards the ball pit. As they continue their journey, Sun can sense Moon slowing down.

"Moon, what's wrong?-"

"Shhh listen" Sun paused. He didn't know what he was trying to listen to but he did so anyway. There was something in the distance. Were those… footsteps? The bots trudged closer to the sound quietly. For the first time in ages, their sensors picked up someone.

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"Dammit..."

This was your fifth time wiping your clothes off debris. You knew buildings like this had weak floors but you didn't expect it to give in that easily! You would say you’ve been through worse but you’ve never been through something like this. You’re honestly not sure if watching Youtube videos of failed urban exploring counts as an experience.

This was supposed to be your biggest project yet. Entering the abandoned Pizzaplex had been done before but nobody had ever explored past the ground floor. You had one goal: Record as much exploration as your camera storage will allow, upload all footage to your channel, and satisfy the hungry viewers with the possibility of getting that sweet YouTube money. What you hadn’t anticipated was falling through the floor and being trapped in one of the areas 30 minutes into your exploration. Now you have to find a way out.

You looked back at the ball pit and shuddered, thinking of what might have happened if it hadn't stopped your fall. Walking over the chipped rainbow bridge you pulled out your flashlight and observed what was in front of you. You had to admit the place didn’t age as badly as you thought! It has its flaws from the fire but you were surprised by how much stuff still survived.

The bright cheery colors that once painted this daycare have dulled to darker hues. Somehow the kid's chairs were neatly pushed into the tables and toy barrels were still stacked on top of each other. You looked over the massive play structure. They were still standing strong and tall beside some large dark spots in some areas which you assumed was also caused by the fire. A few of the giant mascot cutouts were hanging on the sides while others that had fallen were carefully propped up against the walls. When you shined your light on one of the aisles, the light didn't reach much distance.

"Geez this place is huge..."

You took a few steps before hearing a scuffle. For a second, you assumed it was some small animal. At least that's what you hoped it was. You were about to turn back when you heard it again. You whipped your flashlight in the sound’s direction.

"Hello!?" You kinda cringed at how hoarse your voice came out. You darted your flashlight for a bit until you caught it. You froze. How long was it standing there? You pointed your light at the animatronic.

Even from a distance, you could tell how huge the animatronic were. A split separated the two sides, which gave the appearance of two heads. Among them, one half had dark yellow skin and a crown that resembled rays from the sun, while the other half had darker blue skin with a nightcap resembling a moon. Each had two pairs of arms. Their clothes or at least what remained of them were tattered. Parts of their endoskeleton are exposed most noticeably on their face. Their glowing eyes pierced your soul. What felt like hours of silence were finally broken when their soft chuckles turned into hysterical laughter.

"NEW FRIEND!!"

"NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE!" You bolted in the opposite direction of the playground. As you ran you tried dodging as much debris as you could without falling over. As you approached the wall you could see large wooden doors. That's the exit! You weren't able to slow down your speed in time causing you to slam your arm against the door. Thanks to your adrenaline pumping you couldn't feel a thing. You tried pulling open the door only to hear clicking noises. IT’S FUCKING LOCKED!!!

“New friend!”

“New friend~”

“New friend!”

Their calls were growing closer.

You looked around until you crawled into one of the kiddie slides. You climbed your way up, lying flat on your stomach. You were pretty high up. There was no way they could see you as long as you didn't lean against the bars. The metal grating grows louder as the robot approaches where you once stood.

"N-new friend please cOME BaCK!!" He wailed in distress like a mother trying to find her lost infant.

“Shhh you’re going to scare them~” You gritted your teeth. Yeah, like they hadn’t scared you to death already. Unlike the other voice, this one was hushed and calm. As if it was a situation he knew all too well. The other voice gasped and quietly apologized.

"Where are you, new friend?~" There was intense silence. They let out what sounded like a disgruntled sigh before the scraping faded away. Once you were sure they were gone you took a breath of relief. You didn't realize you were holding your breath the whole time. Your heartbeat was so loud you were afraid they would hear it. 'What even was that…?' You tried to recollect your thoughts. Everything happened so fast that you couldn't comprehend what was happening. When you tried thinking back about what happened all your mind could replay was the moment you stared into their ghostly irises.

'Okay, that's enough…’ You sat up. Another deep breath calmed your heart. There has to be another way out of here. You peer through the cage. From your vantage point, you couldn’t get much. There were only two things you could see from where you were: the front desk and the children's pit in front of it. You had to get a better view but how? You sure as hell wasn’t about to sneak down again. You looked towards the bridge connecting the two playgrounds. Despite its aging, it still looked sturdy enough to cross. Maybe this was your chance? You didn’t want to risk getting caught but you also didn’t want to die either. Well, there's only one way to find out…

A small knock made you recoil back. You turned your head to the slide you came from. No. There’s no way they could get in here. With how big and clunky the animatronic look, they’d probably fall apart the moment you hit them.

Upon getting up, you were met with jelly legs. You're gonna have to crawl this one out. You navigated carefully through the colorful maze. The number of dead ends you ran into got ridiculous. Sometimes you felt like you were crawling in circles until you finally found it. You silently cheered for yourself. The bridge was only a turn away!

Something wrapped around your ankle before you took another step. Your head spins to see several pairs of hands gripping your ankle. You couldn't scream before those hands brutally dragged your body down the slide. The suddenness of it all caused your head to bang against a turn. You hit the floor with a loud thud holding your head. All you could do was lay limp on the foam flooring. What even happened? You could feel your head throbbing from the pain. A giant shadow loomed over your figure. Rough, metal arms wrap themselves around you in a cold embrace.

“Found you, friend, ~” The two laughed together making a strange combination of a cackle and a giggle. You wish you could fight back but you feel so nauseous and weak. All you could do was stand there awkwardly as you got crushed. Dread overwhelms your body.

“We were so worried about you, friend! You shouldn’t run away like that! I-I mean what if you got lost or h-URT!?” Their grasp on you was tightened as he spoke. The voice coming from what you assumed was the sun’s side made you tense up. His voice made your ears start ringing. Was he always this panicky?

“Now, now there’s no need for that anymore.” His hand cupped your cheek tilting it so you could face them.

“It won’t happen again~” The drop in his voice made it sound like a death threat.

“Besides-" He resumed back to himself.

"Think of all the fun we'll have together~!” Sun’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, you’re right! We have so many activities we could do now that we’re together!” They easily pull you up and swing your body around.

“We’ll have soooooo much fun~!” Moon chuckled

“We could play charades!”

“And tell stories~!”

“Oh oh, we could finger paint too! I haven’t done that in so long!!” The two exchanged enthusiastic opinions about everything they planned.

You honestly felt like you would puke. It was too loud. Your head was throbbed and your whole body was aching. Everything felt so overwhelming. You didn’t care about exploring anymore, you just wanted to go back to the comfort of your home. You tried holding back the tears brimming in your eyes. The robots tensed when they heard soft hiccups. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks. Your body was lowered, bringing you closer together. Moon’s eyes widened while Sun’s eyelids drooped when they realized you were crying.

“Friend, what's wrong?” Your cry turned into a full-blown sob. Sun and Moon quickly sat down. Laying you on their lap, they gently rocked you back and forth with their arms propping you up. Your sobbing could be heard throughout the whole daycare all the while Sun and Moon tried calming you down. They rubbed circles around your back whispering reassurances.

“It’s alright~”

“You’re safe now!”

“There’s no need to cry~” Their hands whipped your tears away. Your body becomes less tense.

“Did we do this?” You opened your eyes realizing they were looking at your head. Their concern was evident. You flinched when their fingers grazed the area you hit.

“Oh sorry! I-I-I didn't meAn tO do THat! WE-”

“Sun.” Moon interrupted

“We can fix this. As long as we follow instructed procedures they will be fine~”

“Oh right right! Sorry about that, friend” You could feel their fingers tenderly stroking your hair. They cradled your body while whispering soothing words.

You could’ve easily pushed them away and made a run for them, but you didn’t have the motivation to do so. You were beyond tired to fight back. It was getting harder to hold up heavy eyelids and the animatronic also seemed to realize this.

“Shhh rest~ You will feel better after a good sleep~” You had to admit their voice was comforting. This couldn’t be so bad right? They seemed nice enough. So it was okay to shut your eyes for a bit. You lifted your eyes one more time to see theirs. If only you were more awake you would’ve caught their lovesickness plastered on their faces gazing at you. Maybe then you’d realized sooner the situation you were now trapped in. You felt two soft taps on your forehead, mocking a kiss before slipping into darkness.

“Goodnight, Starlight~”

“Goodnight, Sunshine!”

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hwasdvlly · 1 year ago

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Happy Hollow-ween | c.san

↠ summary: a classic yet fun activity for the season is to carve a pumpkin.

↠ pairing: san x fem!reader

↠ genres: family, fluff, and slice of life

↠ word count: 0.6k words

↠ warnings/tags: none. established relationship, idol!san, non-idol!reader, married couple, sannie is husband/father material

↠ a/n: yesss!! another of the choi family which is personally one of my fav writings

“Appa! I want this one!”

“Isn’t that a bit huge? It’s bigger than your head, Mimi.”

The beloved Choi Family are at the pumpkin patch, where they’ll find the perfect ones to carve. It’s the autumn season, too. The weather has cooled down, and everyone dressed in cozy outfits.

San picks up a pumpkin that his baby is pointing at. He grunts and uses his strength from those gym workouts because it is heavy. “Y/N! What do you think?!” He calls over his wife, who is busy taking pictures of the lovely area. You turn your attention to your husband and see him struggling with the object. You let a giggle, “It’s almost the same size as The Great Pumpkin from Charlie Brown.” You walk up to the love of your life and your little angel. You assumed it was Sangmi’s choice.

“Okay, I guess we’re taking it.” San tries to look strong, but, for real, his arms are about to break. You know your hubby by heart that he’ll act differently to impress you and Sangmi.

“Do you need help, Sannie?” You snickered. San didn’t hesitate to deny it. “Nope! Nope! I got this!” The man waddles his way to the parking lot. Sangmi holds your hand. “Appa looks funny.” She laughs at her penguin dad. “You know how appa is, aegi (baby).” You tell your little girl. San will do anything for his angel.

Once they arrived home, the Choi Family layered old newspapers on the balcony. San and Sangmi are wearing matching Halloween shirts and plaid sweats. You came out of the kitchen after unboxing the utensils to check on your family.

“Gotta scrape all of the guts out. Like how you pick your nose.” San makes an absurd comparison.

“Ew! Appa! I don’t pick my nose.” Sangmi rebutted and giggled heartily.

The man smirks, “Oh, you don’t? Then what’s this?” He reaches over to tap Sangmi’s button nose. She continues to laugh her head off. You melted by the sound of her angelic voice. Maybe she will become a singer like her dad. You joined the duo by helping them scrape the pumpkin guys.

San sighed tiredly, “Why did she choose this one? It’s going to take ages to carve.” He spoke in a low voice to prevent Sangmi from hearing his complaint. You replied, “Well, you did make a promise to her the moment she was born.” You looked at him with a knowing look. “Promises can’t be broken, I guess.” San meets your gaze, and he shows his cute pout.

No matter what age or how long you’ve known this man, he is forever a sulky child.

“Alright! We are done!” San cheers because it did take ages.

You went to sit with Sangmi and wipe her messy hands clean. “How do you want to carve the pumpkin, Mimi?” You asked.

“Can we do Kuromi?” She looks at her parents with the prettiest cat-like eyes. How can anyone say no to that?

San nods his head with a wide smile. “Yes! I like that idea.” He agrees with his daughter.

When it comes to arts & crafts, San will do it as if it’s a major task. Even though Sangmi wouldn’t mind if it came out ugly, her appa doesn’t accept imperfections.

The hours went by, and the day was now night.

You grabbed a small candle to light up. “Here, sweetheart. Our masterpiece won’t be complete without this.” You handed it to Sangmi. She holds the candle and uses her tiny arms to reach inside the top of the carved pumpkin. She places it in the middle before San grabs the lighter.

“Watch baby. This is a magical moment.” He turns it on, and the flame burns the wick.

Sangmi’s face brightens like the Kuromi pumpkin. “It’s pretty!” She claps her hands.

San shifts his body to the masterpiece in front of him. “Appa did good, right?” He gives you and Sangmi a smug expression.

You rolled your eyes yet smiled at your self-righteous husband. Sangmi just happily nodded to indicate that her appa did a beautiful job.

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 11 months ago

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hello! i have a request for 'SbITILYP', if you don't mind. how about the reader trying to do something for hiccup to impress him/show him that she likes him? hiccup has been doing a lot of things for the reader so I think it'd be cute seeing the reader awkwardly attempt to do the same :)

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 28

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1110

Things come to a simple end.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, final part, half-fill

“I’m surprised it went this smooth,” Stoick grumbled, voice hollow with distance, “With Alvin-... I’d expect something from Hiccup, at least. That boy…”

“He’s ‘Too busy, eh?” Gobber asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively, grunting and hopping as he did it, reattaching his prosthetic to his leg nub, “Prolly been off mackin’ on tha’ girlfriend o’ his.”

Right… Alvin.

“Ah,” Hiccup was flushed, rubbing his neck and brushing against already messy hair, “Yeah, I forgot about that…”

Toothless was around somewhere.

He glanced to the side, where you stood, equally embarrassed and mussed, shoulders hunched slightly, very red in the face.

You shifted in your skirts, resisting the urge to use your boot to scratch at the back of your thigh, which had been itchy for a little while, since you brushed up against some plant walking back from the forest.

You were just around the corner from Hiccup’s Dad -a bright and heavily painted corner; turns out his whole ‘painting the houses’ thing caught on, which meant a lot less of things burning down- though he wasn’t sure if you’d heard.

All the talk of criminal executions was depressing, though you missed it, lost in the puppy-love haze phase of your new relationship. Still, it was kind of a bummer. It was for the best that Alvin was gone, though. Less danger in that for you too -not just the riders or Stoick or anything else.

You hoped it didn’t bum Hiccup out too bad. You noticed it had been getting him down, and you’d done your best.

Your fingers curled together, hooked securely and delicately to his by the fingerpads, and you and Hiccup stood close enough that you could feel his body heat through his tunic though not yet enough for the two of you to be touching by the arm.

You’d just gotten back from a successful trip to the glowing algae pool.

His vest was slightly displaced and you were both sure he’d lost a bead or two.

In one hand you held the little Fireworm, wrapped in a carefully made chainmail blanket -it was hard to come up with something that wouldn’t pinch skin or scales- also wrapped in a layer of leather so that you could hold it comfortably.

It squirmed slightly.

He scuffed his prosthetic slightly, recently oiled, recently reforged with treads beaten into the bottom, which did a lot to help with gripping wet wood while you were walking hand-in-hand around Berk.

You wore a red tunic -his, really, he’d lent it to you again after you’d gotten some muck on yours- and a string of your own beads on leather cord tied around your neck, something Hiccup had picked nonchalantly from the forge and used to help make you a necklace.

He’d tried to make you a bead once, but he wasn’t much of an artisan.

“I mean, me too,” You huffed, feather swaying as you shifted, attached to a stick like a pom-pom on one end of a cat toy, “We’ve been busy with other things, though- Not like what Gobber said- I mean, you know…”

Hiccup nodded, though he was still looking forward. This was all still super new for the both of you.

It would feel that way for a while.

You were still in disbelief- it was a wonder to you why he and Astrid didn’t pair up before.

He traced the collar of his scarf slightly as Sharpshot lolled lazily by your feet, slightly wet and glow-ey by his lower half whenever he teased the shade with his tail.

You knew Hiccup was bummed Devastated that the Screaming Death had destroyed all his hard work -a good deal of the things he’d built up in the village for you, though with some hard work and dirt pushed under your fingernails it had been fixed up pretty easy.

He seemed happier now. It hadn’t really been something you’d planned but you’d distracted him somewhat- your relationship was still very, very new, still.

And you made him a gift.

You’d tried crafting again. It was very scratchy and you’d definitely not done a very good job making sure the whole thing was even but it was a nice fading rainbow, the yarn dyed in all the colors in Roy G. Biv in darker, neutral tones.

“Looks like you fixed things right up, ‘Dragon Master,’” You stuck out your tongue at him, looking smug.

It -the scarf- covered the bottom of Hiccup’s chin. It didn’t really fit him but he wore it with pride, which made something flutter around in your guts in a way that was almost uncomfortable.

You predicted it would be around a week before he took it off.

Hiccup had unintentionally returned the favor. You got a satchel from him, small and attached to a belt with norse knots imprinted around the edges, sown neatly together. It was sort of like a fanny pack but with more buckles and also cool.

“Did you really have to use that?” Hiccup said, leaning his head towards you momentarily.

Sharpshot churr-ed in the squawky squeaky way only a terror could, blinking up at the feather attached to your hip as you adjusted your hand in Hiccup’s.

The small Fireworm in your other hand blinked beadily as it sometimes very rarely did.

“It is tacky,” You admitted, though that was definitely why you used it, “But you did a good enough job to deserve it, not that you have to do anything to deserve things.”

You gently bumped into him with your hip.

And he did a great job. Berk was back to how it was just before the Screaming Death -most of the roses ended up being fine, and the plants that were lost were easily replaced and reinforced by spiked metal fences and wooden pikes.

You’d also added a few new planters. Many of the houses stationed under ramps were popular real estate now for metal tins for glowing mushroom growing, which you knew there many new homeowners were proud of, not just because of the fact that it made them a lot of money.

The mushrooms were great for paint making and the extra roofing kept dragons from jumping over houses and messing with tiling.

It was heavy maintenance, but they were all Vikings. For a modern girl like you, you found it was all worth it, if not just for the convenience.

Living on Berk was rough, but it was good and different now. Even with all the Outcasts and the dragons and the hunters and everything else missing.

And you were happy.

And maybe Hiccup’s crush hadn’t ended up being so onesided after all.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #httyd imagine #hiccup x reader #fem reader #female reader #toothless

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avo-gal · 16 days ago

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Varigo villian au lore (pt2?? Ig?)

Soz this took longer than expected lol.

So originally I had two ways for varigo to meet but this is the one I ended up liking more.

Varian

In this au when Rapunzel frees Quirin that was sort of Varian's breaking point bc Quirin didn't survive the Amber. Quirin possibly being alive and things going back to normal was the only hope Varian had left without that he.. lost it to keep it short. Andrew tries to work his way back in and Varian practically freaks out and kills him. Whether it was intentional or not he's still not sure. But a part of him that sick twisted part enjoyed it. So now his mission is to kill all those that cross him and in doing so rise to power. Varian in this au is (for lack of a better word) very insane. He's kinda similar to jinx from arcane? Except less childish. He's like a mix between Jinx and Silco personality wise.

Hugo

Hugo meanwhile is still a thief. He finds the abandoned village of old Corona and decides to raid one of the few remaining houses for any goods. That house was old and messy. The rooms were filled with blueprints, designs, lab equipment, tools, metal, etc. Hugo is fascinated with these designs and is a good engineer. that's when a raven haired boy sees him and initially freaked out and is about to kill him (which he's kinda into cause like damn). But Hugo is able to schmooze his way out of that with a good ol "I hate the rich. You hate the rich. We should kiss- I MEAN build these robots and weapons and take over the kingdom together!" Over the course of about a year (more or less) Varian and Hugo build everything and take over (it actually wasn't too hard). Hugo in this au isn't too different from his regular self. He's more energetic however and isn't afraid to get gorey. He is def a masochist in this au lol. Whilst Varian does constantly give him opportunities to have the same level of power as him Hugo never takes it. One reason is he does want the responsibility another may be that he likes being below Varian.

Varigo

Over all Varigo have a sort of situationship? They'll refer to the other as their partner, boyfriend, fiance, etc. But their relationship is very toxic. I wouldn't say manipulative exactly more power hungry? Or fear fueled? They do care very deeply abt the other (since they are the only ones that care abt the other) and if U hurt one of them the other wouldn't hesitate to kill you. But they often threaten each other physically and emotionally (and not always in a playful way). Hugo on the outside seems like he's only in the relationship for the money and sex and Varian seems like he's only in it for reassurance and weaponry. But they both have common interests and are almost unstoppable when they work as a team. There are a lot of layers to both of them the closest couples I can think of to reference them to is stolitz more so in the earlier seasons and maybe Harley Quinn and the Joker? I'm not very good at explaining their relationship but they are very fun to write lol.

Donella

I haven't given Donella much thought in this au. I think after finding out Hugo has taken over Corona with Varian she tries working with them offering her men and resources.

TTS Cast (may change)

Rapunzel, Cass, Eugene and the others have a sort of rebellion in the snuggly duckling. I haven't thought too much magic hair wise but I think Raps has lost her powers by now so they have a very low chance of winning. The current state of this au is abt a year after Vat7k would have happened.

Someone asked on the last post if I plan on writing a fic for this au.

The answer is not currently no. If I did write a fic for this I would want to have more planned out and there's alot in this au I'm still not sure abt. If it got enough attention or if someone also wanted to write a fic I might do a couple's one shots just to sort of show the characters and how they act in this au. But for now I'm prob just gonna stick with occasionally posting abt it. As I said if it gets enough attention or if I come up with more for the au then I might do something big or post more often abt it.

Okay byeee U guys are amazing make sure U eat today <33

🥗🍟🍕🧁

#forgot to add tags lol #vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #varigo #varian vat7k #hugo vat7k #tts #villian au

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kingconia · 1 year ago

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ROOK HUNT & MALLEUS DRACONIA WITH S/O, WHO IS YANDERE FOR THEM

Content warnings: obsessive & possessive behaviour, stalking, a very (very) strange romance.

A/N: Feel a need to warn you, that I am by no means romanticising the yandere concept. This work was written merely as a fiction, and due to me, wondering, what could happen if for once in these writing concept a ”yandere one” would be not a Twisted character, but MC.

Malleus Draconia. 💚

— Malleus is very far from the idea of romance in the mortal world, and therefore, his actions might or might not appear quite unusual or creepy. For example, how would he know that sitting by someone's bed, when they are sleeping, is not a common thing? Lilia did it all the time, to him and Silver, both...

— And, even worse, Malleus is possessive in the way all fae are. It only multiples on his natural fear of being abandoned;

— So, when he realises, with help of other students, that some of his courting methods sound problematic, he tries to change it for you. He truly doesn't want his precious child of men to be threatened by him!

— Malleus minimises his own views on the romantic relationship, and, instead, goes for usual relationship goals that he learns from people;

— In the meantime, Malleus is also begin to feel someone's eyes on himself all the time. It reminds him much of a few days, when vice from Pomefiore tried to hunt him down, but failed, since Malleus saw and heard everything;

— But a certain someone is absolutely spotless in his watching. It is worrying, but Malleus decides to find out the culprit himself, without dragging others in a mess;

— Malleus is not ready, when he finds out that it had been you all alone...

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”I am struggling with understanding the meaning of this, the child of men,” Malleus murmurs softly, eyes tracing on the wall of your room.

This wall—the one that used to be covered with another layer of the wallpaper before—is full of his photos. Of photos of people, who he spoke with. Some others blurry shots of events in school. And messy writings filling it too, all in the same questions.

Where? When? Who? WHO?

”I am, too, my love,” you smile as you sit down on the edge of your bed. ”Perhaps, you could answer me, Malleus. Who?”

What you did, do—or will do—doesn't sound right to his ears. It is reminding him of what Cater accused him a few months ago. Stalking. And Malleus knows, it is not healthy—doesn't seem like—but he can't help but a tremble in this sheer excitement.

You care for him so much.

”Who is this person who took your attention from me, Malleus?”

He blinks, turning to you in a poor confusion.

”What are you talking about?”

Your eyes, suddenly chilly, glaring at him with so much fierceness, that Malleus feels he is suffocating. You are suffocating, and he wants to choke on you.

”You used to love me, Malleus,” you start quietly. ”You used to love me so much. I remember you coming to my bedroom in the night, watching me as I slept or tried to. I left window open for you, hadn't you noticed? I remember how you walked me down time to time—me, on the ground, leaving the classrooms, with you, hiding on the roofs—always watching. And then, it stopped.”

Suddenly, you yank him by his tie. As Malleus gasps for air, almost instinctively, you make him lean forward, hands balking in the mattress of the bed automatically.

”So, Malleus, tell me. Who caught your attention now?”

There is a madness twirling in the pit of your eyes, and Malleus desperately needs to see more of it. He can't help but ravel in your love, to smile with the corners of his lips turning upwards.

You love him, you love him, you love him!

You are just as afraid of being left as he is.

”I checked all school, Malleus,” you laugh tauntingly. ”Every single student. And teacher, too. I roamed through your room, through Lilia's room. I casted spells, I made potions and poisons. And I am this close to marge in the Briar Valley, if you are not answering me right now, because I swear—”

Malleus captures your lips in his. He feels your grip on the necktie becoming stronger, pulling him even closer, and he melts, defeated. You squeeze him between your thigs, caging, allowing him only to sink down, on his knees, and he laughs right in your wet mouth.

”You,” he whispers, fangs scratching your lips fleetingly. ”I only ever loved you. And I am so sorry for neglecting you for so long, I am so sorry for not understanding that I am just as much yours, as you are mine.”

You don't look convinced, but Malleus is not surprised. You spent a month, going through all researches. He would go insane on your place.

”Take me, my dear. Take me.”

Or maybe, you are insane. But, oh, how nice it feels... To spiral into madness together.

”I am going to consume every part of you, Malleus. Mark my words,” you hiss, licking in his open mouth. ”And then, I will mark you.”

Malleus wouldn't dream of the better lover to himself.

Rook Hunt. 💜

— Recently, Rook feels like he suddenly became the main character in one of his pretty housewarden's movies. And it all because... Someone is watching him;

— He is surprised, naturally. It is his job. He is the one that sees everything and everyone, that hunts down people. So why he feels someone's eyes on his back now?

— Oh, he is excited. Rook can't figure out who is challenging him! He can't find a scent, he doesn't hear sounds, he has nothing! Absolutely nothing! How absolutely alluring!

— The most entertaining part is that his hunter doesn't even try to hide from him that much? At least, this person always offers him some hints that he follows him around;

— Rook knows that someone had been in his room. He knows, that his things had been looked at—even though, all of them hadn't moved even for an inch, he can say—and that is because... Someone leaves him gifts;

— It is the most curious things. Things he needed the most, things he mentioned in some conversations with his classmates earlier. Rook mentions about wanting to buy a new camera in the conversation with Cater, and he already has one, when he returns. He murmurs something about needing a new arrow set on his hunt? Well. He has it now;

— Despite searching all the school for his hunter, Rook is completely surprised when you reveal yourself. How could you, a quiet first-year, pull something like this? He would never guess that you had it in yourself! What a beautiful gift you are...

•

”My, my,” Rook murmurs, lips slightly partied as he is looking at you in awe. ”I had never thought that someone's shadow can suppress its owner, mon petit chasseur!”

You offer him a crooked smirk. As you straddling him to the ground, a knife that was stolen from him a few weeks ago, pressed to his neck, you look wild.

Everything about you is wild, and Rook feels as if he finally found what he was searching all these years. Not a perfection, but a perfect storm.

”Oh no,” you rasp, your breath tickling the line of his jaw. ”No, no, dear. There is nothing and no one that could be better than you, Rook. If anyone tries to take your place, they would be dead.”

Rook was wrong, then. It is not just about the hunter becoming a pray. Oh no. It is about praiser becoming a subject of praise.

Rook's cheeks grow hot with his realisation.

He had never considered himself worth of being hunted down. Of being adored. He is nothing but a mere human with limited powers, and he could offer nothing to inspire people on creating art. What he hunts, he lacks to see in himself.

Yet...

You find him worth of all this? You see him as someone genuinely important?

”Do you really think so?” Rook finds himself asking quietly.

The way your eyes light up as he says that, the way your smile widens—Rook had never seen such a pure excitement directed at him. He can say it easily, even now: he is at your mercy.

You can do whatever you want with him—he volunteers. Because no one had ever looked at him like that. Because no one had ever seen him.

”Oh, Rook, my the most perfect Rook,” you whisper, using your free hand to smooth his hair gently. ”All my love, all adore I have—it is all for you, can't you see? I bring the best things for you, and I do the best thing to your sake. I put Kingscholar under this sleeping spell, so he wouldn't hear or feel anything that day. Just for you. And I would do so much more! Just because you... You make me feel emotions. And you make me want to create. But most importantly... You make me want to destroy. How it is not something that only someone unique as you can do?”

He can see his own reflection in your eyes. In a way Rook sees himself in you—this love, this obsession, this hunger—and in a way he realises how absolutely beautiful he is from your perspective.

He loves it, he loves it.

”You are absolutely charmingly insatiable, mon fidèle compagnon!” Rook bubbles, a high laughter escaping his lips as he raises his body slightly up, ignoring how the steel touches his skin more firmly. ”I implore you to plunge this knife in my heart, crave your initials on it—it is yours. All of it.”

Beautiful. You are beautiful. Outside and inside.

He wants to have you on the leash, just for himself, but even more, he wishes to curl in your legs as a loyal dog.

Yours, yours, yours.

”Rook,” you sigh with containment, hiding the weapon away. ”How can I do that, if my own bleeds just for you?”

You kiss him with the same passion you followed him for months. You kiss him, and his world collapses in a way he can't hold himself any longer.

He takes. And as you slide your tongue in his mouth, you take, too.

”Then let it bleed, ma folie. And let our blood bleed for each other.”

He wants yours arrows pierced all over his heart, and you know, you has his own stuck inside your heart, roo.

And what it is, if not the love?

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt

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d-romanov · 3 months ago

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Do you do like self harm reader? Maybe wandanat are together and have adopted or just taken in a 16 year old 🤷‍♀️ idk am in one of those moods but I get if it makes you uncomfortable or triggers you or something!

Love your writing btw!

even when we're goin' under.

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[ natasha x teen!reader ]

summary: it's a bad habit, but it helped at first and now you can't stop. natasha offers comfort and understanding.

notes: hi! ty so much for the prompt 🫶 sorry i took so long to write it. this fic leans more towards vent fic and i definitely won't write things like this often. i switched it up a bit cause that's just how i wrote it. so, sorry no wandanat this time

TW!!: semi-graphic descriptions and discussion of self harm, past abuse (hydra/the red room it's vague)

this fic is heavy!! please don't read if you're triggered by self harm. stay safe and take care of yourselves ♥️

It started with an itch.

A small biting at the back of your neck, the sides of your arms, the inner sides of your thighs.

It wasn't a real itch, that you knew, but you were compelled to scratch anyways.

It always happened after a long day. The stress and overload of your senses would hit at the end of the day, and you felt like ripping your skin off.

The biting never went away. No matter how hard you scratched, your dull nails never did enough. A nervous habit of biting your nails left them too short to do any real damage to your skin, even when the itch felt bone deep.

There were other times it would start up again. After a particularly clear nightmare, a flashback to a kill you had no conscious part in. The guilt sunk your heart to your feet and filled your veins with poison. Burning and itching and begging to be released, begging for relief.

You found your relief, of all places, while cooking. A misguided blade chopping vegetables had nicked your hand, and in the bite of pain and rush of blood your skin stopped burning. You hadn't thought about it too hard in the moment, but when the itch returned later you finally had a way to get it out.

It went on for a few weeks. Far more than you intended.

It was a temporary solution, a quick fix. A messy fix that layered you skin with more scars than had already been there, but they felt better.

It was easier to reconcile to new marks on your flesh, because these came from you. Not a beating or a fight or experiment of any kind.

No. These new, thin, horizontal lines along your shoulders were purely your creation.

It was stupid. A terrible habit, bordering addiction because you just couldn't stop. Every time, that same burning itch came back, practically with a vengeance. A burning, blistering want to be released, for the guilt to be acknowledged, for some self punishment?

You no longer understood why it happened, just that it did and cutting yourself dulled the feeling and cleared your head.

You tried to hide it, for a while, but you were caught out eventually.

You didn't know what had changed, what part of you has suddenly raised alarm in Natasha's eye, but she was somehow even more perceptive than she usually was.

You'd always been close with the redhead, since the day you entered the tower. She got you through the hardest parts of adjusting, the loneliness of a widow adjusting to a semi-normal life. She cared for you like her own child.

So really, she'd be the first to notice your withdrawing. The baggier shirts with longer sleeves, the subtle hunch, the flinch when something grazed your shoulders. Of course she knew something was wrong.

It comes to a head one day. You've locked yourself in the bathroom after a nasty night terror left you panicking for the better part of an hour. Hastily cleaning and covering the new cuts on your arm. The sting of antiseptic grounds you and the smell of it drowns out the smell of iron.

You reach for your discarded hoodie when you hear a knock at your bedroom door. Your heart rate picks up.

The only person who would be at your door this early in the morning would be Natasha. The only person in the tower who's so in tune with your feelings well-being that she has to know what you've been doing almost daily for nearly 3 weeks.

"y/n? Honey, I need to talk to you."

A few more tries and your bedroom door opens. You quickly throw on your hoodie but you can't bring yourself to even unlock the bathroom door. Natasha is just outside. You hold your breath.

"y/n?"

"Yeah?" You ignore the croak in your voice.

"Can you open the door?" She asks softly.

You don't want to, but you're so tired of hurting. You shakily unlock the door and open it, not meeting her eyes. Unconsciously, you tug your hoodie sleeves over your hands.

Natasha doesn't say another word. She barely moves, she just breathes softly and keeps her body relaxed. You feel like crying.

You blink and traitorous tears escape your eyes. Natasha brings her hands up slowly and pulls you in. The rough feel of fabric pulls against the fresh cuts on your shoulder and you flinch as she pulls you in.

"Oh, детка."

Your breath hitches and you fall into her arms. She squeezes you tight to her chest while your body is wracked by silent sobs.

"I-, I'm sorry," You can barely get the words out, but you need her to know. You need her to know you wanted to stop and you couldn't because even when you felt better you still felt awful and it never helped. "I tried to stop. I-I wanted to-"

"I know, малыш, I know." She sits the two of you on the bed behind her, stroking your hair and never once letting go.

You just sit for a while. Natasha's solid form and gentle words of encouragement help to calm you down. Enough to pull back, wipe the snot and tears from your face and prepare yourself for her inevitable questions.

"Can I see?"

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn't that. You hesitantly pull off your hoodie, and Natasha reaches out to help when the fabric catches uncomfortably on still-drying blood.

You feel exposed while Natasha moves to your bathroom. She comes back out with your first aid kit but you still refuse to meet her eyes.

You know what she sees. Angry lines of red, criss-crossing over old and new scars. In the back of your mind you hear a voice like Madame call you weak minded.

Broken.

With a tender hand, Natasha treats your self-inflicted wounds, cleans them softly and kisses each new bandage. She presses one final kiss, feather-light on your forehead. You let your tired body fall into her again.

"I know it feels good, in the moment," Her hands comb through your hair again, smoothing and braiding it mindlessly. "It doesn't really last though, does it?"

you shake your head, butting her chin lightly in the process.

"I can't ask you to stop, I know it doesn't work that way," You feel her take a deep breath and you copy the motion. "But will you tell me? The next time you feel the need?"

You shrug, because you truly don't know. "I'll try." It's as much a promise to her as it is to yourself.

It's really the best you can do, in the moment, and Natasha gladly accepts the answer.

Later, when you aren't so emotionally and physically drained, Natasha will sit you down again. She'll talk you into therapy, or at least to trying it out. She'll help you process your guilt, your grief, all with a steady hand holding your wrist. A promise not to let go.

But for now, Natasha pulls you under messy covers and holds you close, humming an old Russian lullaby as you settle against her.

As you drift off, you hear one more promise.

"I'm always here for you, y/n. I'm not going anywhere."

#and then she kept that promise cause iw/eg never happen #mama nat #natasha romanoff #my writing #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #avengers #natasha romanov x reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha x teen reader #tw #trigger warning #tw self harm #tw sh #widow!reader #mcu x reader

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whatthefishh · 2 years ago

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Mona tell me more about how happy Steven is to just have us at his apartment before he breeds us into infinity? Like just the week before the events in Cherry Pie we were making out on the couch and we had to go to the bathroom to take care of things cause he’s just not going there with us yet. How happy is our boy just sitting there? I simply can’t get it out of my brain.

🙂

^his face before fucking you silly. NSFW under the cut.

He’s rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants as he sits up on the couch, running a hand through his hair since it’s all tousled and messy from where your fingers were threaded.

You had come over after a casual lunch, planning on watching some silly movie you had read about that you thought would be fun. Movies with Steven were always fun, his witty commentary having you keeling over in laughter sometimes you’d miss the next scene. He always looked at you in wonder when he was able to make you laugh out loud like that, satisfied with himself, chest swelling with pride.

Cuddles quickly turned into soft smooches, which quickly turned into you turning in his arms and pressing yourself to him, which THEN turned into heavy touches and you basically in his lap and tongue in his mouth. Your hands were in his hair, twisting his curls around your fingers as you moved his head to angle yourself better, ravaging his mouth the way you wanted to ravage the man himself.

Pulling apart for air, he whimpered, hips unconsciously bucking up into you and you had to close your eyes because you were so sure that seeing Steven so kiss drunk would surely make you lose your shit right then and there. And then he’d know.

He’d know how bad you wanted him, how depraved your thoughts were about him, how you dreamt of peeling him apart, layer by layer, and kissing every inch of skin you exposed. He’d be privy to the filthy images your mind would come up with after your evenings spent together, alone in your bed as you tried to imagine his hands or mouth on you. He would know how bad it really was for you and you didn’t want to scare him off.

It was Steven. He wanted to take things slow, he had said so himself. He had the right to as well, his lack of experience and years of loneliness causing your relationship to be such a drastic change for him, let alone the physical aspect. It didn’t stop you from dreaming though. Didn’t stop you from fingering yourself not once, not twice, but three times just to ease the ache.

Easing yourself off his lap, you smoothed your skirt out and took a steadying breath, took one last look at him, before spinning on your heel and marching to his apartment’s dingy little bathroom to reset.

Reset meaning shoving a hand towel over your mouth to muffle your noises and the other down your panties to do something about the second heartbeat you developed sometime between the end credits and trying to ride your boyfriend’s thigh.

God, you were soaked. He didn’t even know the effect he had on you, did he? He was all smiles, all doe eyed as you etched his dopey face - make-out hair, dilated pupils and swollen lips - to memory, hands on his thighs and head tilted up towards you like the light of his life.

No. No, you don’t think he knows.

Steven’s ignorance to your current state almost made you feel guilty but you were too worked up to care that you were literally fingering yourself in his bathroom just to be able to act semi-normal around him.

Almost there.

An image of Steven licking into your mouth ferociously, his hand on your waist pulling you closer.

Just a little bit more, touch your clit, just like that.

Another image of Steven watching your face as his thumb finds your clit, eyes lighting up as your mouth drops open on a whine.

Oh, no, you had to be quiet. You were taking too long. Fuck, hurry up.

“Come, love, I want to see, show me how you look when you come,” phantom Steven says to you.

Gasping into the towel, you gush around your digits, relief and ecstasy rushing your veins at the same time.

#cherry pie fic #inbox 💌#melody tag #steven grant smut #I think… I mean this is about our silly reader #steven grant x reader #mona writes???

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bloogers-boogers · 2 months ago

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He was there when some of the girls began speaking their first words, he was there when some took their first step, no use of wings! It was a marvelous experience. Adam let him experience such a beautiful thing as if it were nothing? Maybe it was because he had thousands of them that the joy wasn’t as intense as it was for him to witness firsthand.

Adam typically would bring the same ten angels to their meetings, so he knew their names but was not allowed to see their faces unfortunately.

Holly, Yushiel, Jolice, Ivanna, Amira, Bianca, Lute, Amalia, Violet and Arabella.

But, in one of his slip ups the first man unintentionally lifted the mask off one of them (out of habit he supposed) to wipe clean the messy snot that dripped down out of her nose like water fountains. He was grumpy that morning, grumbling and drinking a sip of coffee that he had on the side, while outta the blue he lifted the mask of one of his girls to wipe her nose.

“Violet, stop moving mama I’m trying to get rid of all of that yucky stuff off you,” he stated firmly trying to get rid of any left trails of snot.

Lucifer was stunned to the sight of the little angel without the mask. The angelic essence was now noticeable without that layer of fabric covering her face, it made her actually look like an angel. A fragile little creature who barely knew anything of the world they lived on.

Adam looked at him suspicious, “what?” Then, realization struck his eyes as he covered her face poorly with the mask backwards, “fuck! You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Lucifer quickly shook his hand left to right with a nervous laugh, “no worries I didn’t see anything. Actually, I think I may have went temporarily blind for a few seconds.”

Adam arched a brow before chuckling lightly, “okay, thanks. For “not” seeing my girl’s identity,” he added almost too softly, before turning the mask and adjusting it right this time of the little giggling angel.

“Do you know why they need to be covered while being small? It’s not like once grown they’ll be recognized.”

“It really depends. Down here in hell it’s a must for safety reasons but also up there to prevent any leading judgment from some of the other citizens, they may be serving heaven but not all share the same sentiment with the exterminations. This is just to make it easier for them to walk around heaven without having to put up with their shit while off duty or some shit like that, but if they want to take off their mask they can. Right now though? they’re not allowed, Raphael claims is to prevent the little ones from feeling outcasted by their peers and I completely agree with that asshole,” Adam swirled his chair around while the babies ’weee’ around with him.

Lucifer can tell from Adam’s eyes that he was trying to shrug it off like it was something usual and unimportant, but he could see Adam’s worries even under the mask.

So he tried letting that go and change the subject. In this whole period Lucifer grew to fall endeared by the exorcists army, he also managed to see other sides of Adam he would’ve never picture seeing. At least now for sure he can confirm that Adam did take his parenting seriously.

However when time went on Lilith started pointing it out, of course Lilith would know about Adam’s unprofessional ways from bringing angel children to a meeting even is that said meeting was just the devil and the first man. Lucifer personally did not care, it made things fun and less boring. Still, she claimed that not only did it look wrong from Adam’s part but it was awful of Lucifer’s to let it slide. Both awful representatives of Hell and Heaven.

Though she let the subject go seeing nothing too unordinary when it came to her ex husband’s antics ‘that’s such an Adam thing to do, bringing his spawns down to the same place they’ll haunt down countless of souls in’ but with all the constant yapping of her husband about whatever he did inside the meeting it started ticking her off. Like for example he’d mentioned one of the girls had upgraded to scribbling the walls (for Adam’s displeasure; having to clean that shit up later because of Sera) he told her how this girl in particular made him a small little drawing for him! The king of hell! “She made me a drawing, Lily! Me! The king of hell! Look!” He exclaimed it as if were the biggest accomplishment of his entire existence, showing off the poorly drawn figure of Lucifer, “you should’ve seen Adam’s face he was pissing of jealousy haha!” This hurt Lilith in many ways that shouldn’t have and snapped at the devil for being so inconsiderate of her feelings, starling the man in shock and then hurt.

“If you like them so much why don’t you go fuck Adam instead! Clearly I cannot give you that you’re looking for!”

That was enough to shut Lucifer up, Lilith realized how loud she sounded and apologized for snapping at him but told him she did not wanted to hear him talk about his time with the children of Adam. Aside from the obvious which was about the exterminations, anything else aside from the whole purpose of the meeting was not of her interest.

But the king could tell there was slight envy in the complaints and wording of his wife, she’d also tell him it felt like mockery from God himself for not being able to have her own children while the first man was raising dozens in front of them. Adam was oblivious to these struggles how can Lucifer find his way to blame him? He told Lilith that the first man was just unable to leave the kids alone because no one in heaven liked handling them and were also his responsibility.

He found himself defending the first man then siding entirely with Lilith. Which surprised him. Cause why? Well, Lilith couldn’t always blame Adam for everything wrong that goes wrong with her. Same did the first man to blame Lilith for many other things, but he would not dive in further on that matter.

The issue at hand right now is that Lilith was not liking one bit that he was growing too attached to the exorcists babies.

Eventually anger became bottling inside the devil as well, so far he’s done as told, he kept himself from sharing his new found joy with the one person he thought he could shared everything with. He wanted to spread that same joy to Lilith but she wanted nothing to do with it and it hurt him, he was also having a hard time not being able to have his own with Lilith, he struggled too. He felt like a complete failure, incompetent of fulfilling his wife’s wishes yet he acted strong to help Lilith stand up. But, she has not yet consider what he felt?

However with all those conflicting feelings inside he battled up the inner demons from lashing out, understanding where it all came from. He just can’t find it in him to complain because that was his love and she was hurting more than anyone. He had no right to complain.

No right…

“Lucifer?”

Lucifer blinked startled, it had been months since that day Lilith lashed out on him. And he kept his promise from not telling her a words about the exorcists children.

However…

“Yes darling?” He asked as he cut through his steak. They were inside the dining room enjoying their lovely evening together eating in silence.

“So..” she struggled to address him something which was unfamiliar of her part. This made him immediately stop what he was doing to put his full attention on her.

“Has Adam kept bringing his spawns to your meetings?”

Lucifer arched a brow before cleaning his mouth with a napkin, “I thought you did not want to know about Adam’s kids?“ the way he phrased it was a lot harsher then he would’ve wanted to sound like.

Lilith scoffed taken at back from his dismissive attitude, she began cutting her food in small pieces, “I was just curious thats all. I suppose I forgot I told you not to tell me, I was wondering why you no longer mention about them so I figured Adam must’ve stopped bringing them..”

“You forgot?” That ticked Lucifer off. He bend the fork he was holding unaware of his anger settling in, “you made sure I didn’t speak of them anymore when I just wanted to give you a piece of what I’ve been feeling around them. I wanted to spread that same joy to you, and I respected your wishes to keep quiet about it cause I know you’re hurting. But ‘forgetting’ about it and then ask me why I haven’t spoken to you about them as if I no longer share things with you just confuses me more than give me comfort Lilith.”

Her fierce eyes softened in what seems to be guilt.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, Lucifer.”

The king sighed pushing his plate away and standing up, “I know that! But I’m also hurting, Lilith. I always prioritizing what you feel! I do everything to keep you away from all this grief, for you to not weaken yourself, I’m the shoulder you could lean and cry on! I’ll go against all the laws of the universe just to make you happy! and I’ll do it again over and over to keep you happy! But—!

But they’re times I feel it’s not as reciprocal as we think it is. I’m just as a mess as you are! I cry my ass to sleep because I feel incapable of fulfilling you, I feel like I’m a failure to you. But when have you noticed my own pain? My grief? My lost? Where is my support when I need it, when I’m at my weakest.

Ever since fucking Eden it always been you I tried to protect, shield, give my whole entire being for. And yet, I feel…”

“I never asked for you to do any of those things for me, Lucifer.”

“But I did because I love you! My actions are based on what my heart tells me to do. And it always comes to the same conclusion that I want you to be happy.

These kids… they’ve lifted me up from the dark chambers that have been fogging my heart with each attempt we do; I break, lose hope, no longer do I dream of the possibility of having our family as we wish. But when I spend time with them, I become positive, hopeful again that one day it’ll be our child in my arms, that giggle and cry, watching with the most big curious eyes in hopes to be protected and filled with love. It keeps me strong and make me not want to give up yet even if it takes long to happen. It will happen, one day it would.

And I wanted to share my experience with the angels to you in hopes for it to do the same for you, maybe it could be enough to keep us from pushing things too quickly.”

“Lucifer, I know your heart is in the right place.. but hear yourself! Those same children you speak of are the same angels that would come for hell and kill our people! How can you expect me to not feel uncomfortable with the idea of you growing attached and spending time with the exorcists!

You’re spending time with the future murderers of hell!”

“Just listen to me…. They’re still babies. They don’t know what hatred even is.. they’re innocent from heaven’s corruption. They’re not at fault of their ways!”

“They’ll grow and will be taught differently from us! They will grow to resent and hate us. You’re the king of hell, you mustn’t weaken yourself!

When the exterminations begin what do you think will happen? Those same “innocent” little girls would turn to bloody cold monsters. Thats literally what they’re made for!

These dreams of wanting to have a bond with creations like them is like the one you dreamt on having with Eve and Adam. One being submissive to her husband the other unable to accept heaven was incapable of being wrong. And look where that took us! If you would’ve listened, And just brought Eve with us we could’ve escaped from the garden! Make earth our kingdom. Not be punished and fallen.”

“That’s not certain! The archangels would’ve found us-“

“But nooo!,” Lilith cut him off, her tone rising just a little. Resentment surfacing up, “You had to try and convince Adam to join us, knowing that fucker is as dense, hot headed and stubborn—“

“Like you?!” Lucifer spat in the heat of the moment, his horns out, red fury eyes glaring at her. Blaming him was not gonna take this conversation anywhere but to worsen shit up. Lilith’s eyes widened left speechless, her cheeks warming up in embarrassment, “equal even from the same dirt you two were made of,” he snarled with so much venom, the reminder hitting Lilith in places that broke down her pride.

She was in fact Adam’s equal.

Lucifer sighed, not wanting to go on deeper with that Eden topic. He continued with the real matter at hands, “but for now they’re still young… it helps for this experience to hurt less. All of this.. it hurts me…and it may not be the same for you but I’m exhausted. I can’t dwell with the idea of having to bury another of our children. At least not now! I want a break, I need a break, Lilith!

I don’t care what you think about the exorcists, I’m still gonna play with them and tell them stories while their dad is losing his shit on the phone. It helps with my fucking sanity. I’m not gonna judge them just based off the purpose they were made for. It can change.. it did to me? The other fallen angels, you.. Eve… maybe, kinda?..

And even if it doesn’t I’ll be prepared.”

Lilith kept silent and he took this as a signal for him to leave.

“I’ll be at my workshop.”

It wasn’t long before he heard a knock at the door. His head was sunk into his arms while his head rested defeated on his work desk. It was the first time in like forever he has ever spoke to Lilith in such way.

He didn’t give a answer right away but he heard the door creak open and he didn’t bother from looking up, too upset to even protest or look at her eyes. He knew it was Lilith.

Her warm embrace wrapped around his shoulders as he began sobbing uncontrollably. Finally breaking down in front of his wife since his fall. Ugly cries from the countless of years of holding in these dark feelings for himself.

She rested her cheek on his head, gently rubbing his arm and humming a soft tune to ease him down.

After calming down they talked for like it had seemed to be an eternity. Everything that bother them was out in the open in that same room.

He never felt so strongly connected to his wife as from that night on forward.

They agreed on with terms that left them pleased on both ends.

Lucifer still could speak about the exorcists children and Lilith would try her hardest to listen and even give it a shot at least once on meeting the little spawn of heaven (even if that meant having to deal with Adam for an hour or two).

While for Lilith’s end, they would still try at least every three months which was enough for Lucifer to swallow the courage and strength to continue their journey of conceiving. She also wanted to give herself time to do research for conception and possible solutions. Lucifer suggested alternatives but she denied, wanting to experience the pregnancy like Eve had.

She was always very eager (so technically waiting for three months was literally a hell for her unlike for Lucifer) and determined with the things she wanted, even go to higher extents to archive them. So Lucifer would just have to deal with that as it was one of the qualities that he fell in love with about her and also, because he loved her too much to deny anything. This was her end of the deal after all. So he must please her will like she will to his.

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Both first humans stared at each other with displeasure. Adam winced his eyes seeing Lilith enter the room and sat in one of the vacant seats next to Lucifer, clearly uncomfortable herself.

They did not break their gazes as a silent war for asserting dominance.

“Lilith,” Adam was the first to break the silence between them, dry and emphasizing his displeasure in his tone.

“Adam,” Lilith snapped back with the same tone.

Lucifer only pouted awkwardly in his seat as he turned his focus on all of the children of Adam jumping on him with bright smiles and big warm hugs to greet him. These same hugs warming the devil’s heart in ways he expects his first born to do.

The only exception to not greet him was one particular angel that stood on Adam’s lap focusing on the paperwork of her leader.

Adam’s phone began ringing and buzzing in one of the pockets of his robe making him grunt and having to break the glaring contest with Lilith. Which only made Lilith smirk triumphantly.

“Hello? Da fuck do you want now,” the first man already drifting his attention away from the two rulers, not giving a flying fuck of seeming rude and unprofessional to them.

Lilith began scanning the room uncomfortable, glancing at her husband very so often while he entertained the children with puppets. She half smiled when a few of the exorcists started hanging on to her, some grabbing her horn. Her eye twitched slightly not comfortable with all of touchiness, she’s had carried hellborn children before. And it’s always been great and gave her serotonin with how cute they were. But heavens? This was new and it left her sour knowing these kids would become the killers of her people, also resentment. The opposite feeling than what she felt holding one of her people. She still couldn’t comprehend how can Lucifer warm up to them so quickly knowingly of what they would do.

She looked to the side and watched that one small exorcist that remained indifferent and distant from them. She was still on Adam’s lap now shuffling the paperwork, looking through them as if she already knew what was up. Ready for work and to serve.

Ready to kill.

Now that one seemed far more interesting for her than all of these other ones that were more affectionate and open to the rulers of hell.

Lilith can already tell that one is gonna be one of the top ones to lead the exorcists.

If she were honest, she’d prefer if they were all alike to that one, it be easier to not feel bad shooing the children away from her. And it’ll probably makes things easier for Lucifer to not grow further attached to them. But unfortunately, it seems Lucifer was already to far in. Pampering them with compliments and making silly faces to make them laugh, as much as she loved seeing her husband happy she couldn’t help but feel sick to the image.

She decided to focused on Adam’s seemingly ‘important’ conversation instead of the affectionate display.

“Okay, but I will STILL be back in an hour. My schedule literally says 10 to 11:30 extermination meeting in hell with Lucifer Morningstar,” Adam rubbed his temple clearly frustrated, “how many fucking times do I have to tell you guys?! Oh? Do you want to come down here instead and deal with this shit yourself? I thought so you twink slim bitch.”

Now this was entertaining enough for the queen.

“It’s not that complicated to fucking wait! Inpatient motherfuckers, how can you guys expect me to be everywhere and do everything at the same time? Why do you guys even need me in those meetings?! Yeah, yeah I’m ‘father of humanity’, yeah, yeah I’m fucking proud having had toss and wash dirty cloths full of smeared shit from my children pooping their asses for years was the most honoring thing of my entire existence,” Adam turned his chair away from the piercing gaze of his ex wife, also making the small little exorcist girl loose her hold of the papers, “I’m only there to listen to you guys rant about some dumb shit and not even expect actual feedback from the rest. Representing ‘my’ people isn’t enough for me to deal with the headache of hearing Sera’s scolding my ass for missing work.”

Lilith glanced at Lucifer, whispering, “does he always do that?”

Lucifer shrugged, already use to it still focusing on his little puppet show, “yeah. It takes like twenty minutes for the meeting to actually start.”

After a few minutes Adam finally ended his call, by this point Lilith was holding up a deer puppet.

The first man let out an annoyed groan, his wings puffing while they extended a little bit.

“Sir, were they bothering you again?” The little angel on his lap spoke.

Adam sighed tiredly, from where the king and queen seated they couldn’t see that Adam was gently caressing her hair but they assumed that what was going on cause there wasn’t much of a response from him aside from, “you know the drill, danger bitch.”

With a quick swirl Adam returned his focus back on them, the man intertwined his fingers together in a much ‘serious’ fashion, his head plumped tiredly on her head while the exorcist kept frowning in a glare with crossed arms at them, a pout to show how tough she was, “okay traitor fucks, let’s get this over with.”

So far the meeting went alright, Lilith was not surprised to see that Lucifer wasn’t really paying attention to the whole meeting, leaving it all to her to handle.

Adam was being a dick most of the time, but Lilith had already assumed that would be something she was gonna deal with regardless, if it involved Adam.

The bitter, petty comments were easy to shrug off but the thing she couldn’t ignore was how Adam dealt with the exorcists. As far as he was tired, busy and focused on the meeting he was also being a ‘parent’ making sure they were attended or not causing much of a distraction. Scolding a few, ruffling their hair or complaining about not painting on the walls to those he knew well enough would do just that.

Lilith was envying the first man for being so neutral about it, pretty much shoving it to her face about how experienced he was of being a parent that it already came out as second nature to him. While here she was unable to have that skill.

She hold it together as much as she could, but it was starting to hurt when the exorcists began placing stickers on Adam’s fake horns and giving him small smooches on it while he remained focused on the task at hand.

It was incredible how used to it he was. She chose to glance at Lucifer to not feel the tightening sensation growing in her chest but she was welcomed with almost the same image. Being her husband getting covered with unicorn stickers on his face, he was beaming so proudly too.

While here Lilith sat with no stickers or a kiss, not that she wanted any from Adam’s spawn… She decided to recheck the documents Adam had passed them. Trying to make sure heaven wasn’t being sneaky about shit and hiding invisible agreements.

She almost blinked out a tear when she felt something sticky on her cheek. She glanced to her side and was greeted with two white ‘eyes’ and a stitched bird beak smile. The little exorcist went her way to place stickers all over her. To her arms, hair, face, even her ears. And in less then seconds she was already being ‘attacked’ by six other.

Okay. She can see the appeal of what Lucifer was telling her about.

~~~~

Months passed from this and Lilith refused on showing up to any other meetings but she still was willing to hear Lucifer out about the exorcists and their growing development.

However, with more time passing, Lucifer began aching for more. So—

“No,” Adam spat dryly.

“C’mon buddy~” Lucifer singed in an almost pleading attempt, “look, just for like a day I swear Violet will be safe and at my watch.”

“Literally why it’s crazy of you to even assume I’d let you: the devil. Take my girl to yours and Lilith’s torture cave.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, “we do not live in a cave-“

“But it’s torturous.”

“-And it’s only for a day which for you is like still today, you barely would even notice she’s gone. Not even the other angels or Sera would notice one missing because you have a whole batch of them and they’re all masked up.”

Adam glared, squinting his eyes as he leaned downward to his face looking straight into his eyes, “look, one thing is letting you play with them at the meeting another is to let you TAKE one of them with you. They’re not pets, Lucifer. I know you have zero idea what it’s like to having an actual child at you care but trust me they aren’t like the animals you see or the already grown up born angels that poof into existence.

Believe it or not but I do take seriously my responsibility on them. I noticed each and every one of these little fucks if they’re not around or feeling ill about something.”

“Adam, This is why I’m asking you to lend her to me! It will help me and Lilith prepare ourselves for parenting. We don’t know shit about babies. If you didn’t know we are trying to have our own~”

The first man rolled his eyes indifferent to the news, “I don’t give a fuck that you’re having sex. You’re not taking my girl and that’s final.”

Lucifer face frowned disappointed.

He jumped at the first man making him stumble backwards as Lucifer wrapped his legs and arms around his stomach, pathetically, “PLEASEEEEE ITS JUST FOR A DAY,” the devil cried out making Adam cringe himself claiming internally death as his only solution on getting out of this, “I promise Violet will be treated like a princess.”

Adam rolled his eyes, trying his darn hardest to get the roach off him.

“As being the princess of hell is something she’d want,” he sarcastically added.

The king looked to his side seeing little Violet playing with some blocks on the other side of the room, completely oblivious of their conversation.

Lucifer would not deny that he’s grown more fond to her being the only one he’s seen maskless, it made a real difference being able to see more of the living being underneath the uniform. So far it’s clear these were just soldier children. Nothing more but with one purpose and no other thing to link them as. The blank eyes were unsettling from times, almost soulless looking, you were almost oblivious of what they could be. But without the mask, you can see the spark of light in their eyes. Full of dreams and wonder. The actual fucking child and not the killing machine.

That they were much more for them to give than just serve as heaven’s trash dump. Poor babies having to do all the dirty work cause those old fucks were cowards to do it themselves.

Dooming them to sin and possibly fall.

Corrupting their souls with darkness and hatred.

Unfortunate really.

“Can you get off of me!” Adam tossed Lucifer to the ground, unwrinkling his robe while he was straightening himself up, “Lucifer, I don’t want them…” he sighed, grabbing a chair and slumping himself down on it.

“Lucifer. They’re supposed to hate you. I don’t want them to get attached and get all soft. Cause that’ll make them vulnerable to you, to the sinners, to hell, fuck.. heaven—“ he frowned looking at his feet, taking a deep breath, “they can’t. I will fail them, if one of them die because they go all sparkles and feeling guilty about what they do because ‘ohh but they’re not as bad’ it’s a mistake on my part. It will be my downfall if I lose one of them. I’m supposed to be raising cold fierce warriors not…,” Adam glanced at the exorcists who were taking turns on using Lucifer’s hat. The devil also followed the man’s gaze, saddened.

“Not children.”

Lucifer winced pitiful, now looking back at Adam. He sees the stress and worries in how tense his body look, not even his mask could cover up his down look expression.

He grabbed the first man’s hands startling him, “Adam, I promise you that none of the exorcists would die while the exterminations begin. It’s literally basically impossible for sinners to actually hurt them.”

It was kinda fucked up of his part that he was so indifferent towards sinners, preferring to care more for the exorcists than his own people. But Lucifer did not care, if he did he wouldn’t have agreed on the extermination; they were all awful and disgusting, while these literal babies were innocent, literal angelscompared to them.

“And under my watch, even if it were possible I would not let that happen.”

Adam frowned uncertain of his claims but pushed his hands aways.

“Fine. You can take her but I SWEAR-“ Lucifer’s eyes lit up excitement building up, “if she comes back traumatized I will make sure you’ll regret it. And it’s just for tomorrow!”

In so long has Lucifer ever felt this excited over something since his fall, he began jumping energetic around the first man with millions of ‘thankyouthankyouthankyou!’ While Adam was already regretting his decision.

~~~~

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Please. — Marcmarc

It was the week before Christmas, and the season had just ended. Tavullia was quiet, it's cobbled streets dusted with a thin layer of snow, and Marco's small apartment felt even quieter. The radiator clicked as it tried to fight off the chill, but Marco barely noticed. He stood by the window, staring out at the frost creeping along the glass. Outside, the fairy lights strung across the neighboring buildings blinked softly, their gentle glow reflecting like tiny stars.

His thoughts were heavy, tangled with memories he couldn’t escape. The pit in his stomach twisted tighter, the kind of unease that only one person could bring. He knew Marc was on his way. He always did. It was something in the air, a weight that settled on him whenever Marc was near. It was equal parts anticipation and dread, the two emotions locked in a tug-of-war that left him feeling raw.

When the knock came, Marco’s breath hitched, his heart leaping in a way that made him hate himself just a little more. For a fleeting moment, he thought about ignoring it. Pretending he wasn’t home. But he knew better. He always let Marc in. Always had, always would.

He opened the door, and there he was — Marc Marquez, leaning casually against the doorframe, his crooked, feline grin already in place. His dark hair was tousled from the cold, his cheeks pink from the wind. In his hands was a small, neatly wrapped box, the paper shimmering faintly in the dim light of the hallway.

“Merry Christmas, Bez,” Marc said, his voice low and warm as he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.

Marco stepped back automatically, his chest tightening as Marc brushed past him, the familiar scent of his cologne filling the small space. It was always like this. Marc’s presence filled the room, filled him, and left no room for anything else.

“You didn’t have to come all the way here,” Marco said, his voice steady, though it cost him more effort than he’d ever admit. He closed the door and turned to face Marc, who had already set the gift on Marco’s cluttered table.

“I wanted to.” Marc shrugged, his tone too casual, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But Marco knew better. The tension in Marc’s shoulders, the way his eyes darted around the room, betrayed him.

“We need to talk,” Marc said finally, his voice softer now.

Marco’s stomach dropped. Of course, they needed to talk. That’s all they ever seemed to do these days — they’d talk. Or fight. Or fuck. Pretend everything wasn't ruined.

“What’s the point, Marc?” Marco asked, his voice heavy with exhaustion. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, leaning against the counter as if it were the only thing holding him up. His voice wavered, despite his best efforts to sound resolute. “You’ll just say the same things you always do. That it’s complicated. That you care about me, but—”

“But I do care about you!” Marc interrupted, his voice sharp, almost desperate. The words sliced through the tension in the room like a blade, their force making Marco flinch.

“You care,” Marco said, his voice soft but raw with pain. “But not enough.” His arms tightened around himself as if trying to keep his breaking heart from spilling out. He turned his gaze away, staring down at the chipped linoleum floor as tears threatened to escape. “Not enough to stop lying to her.”

It was always about her. Marco tried to convince himself it wasn’t — tried to blame Marc, blame himself, blame the world — but deep down, he couldn’t help but think of her. Gemma. The name tasted bitter on his tongue, though he never said it aloud. He blamed her, hated her, envied her. And yet, he knew none of it was her fault. She was just as trapped in Marc’s web of indecision as he was.

“Not enough to stop hurting me,” Marco added, his voice breaking.

Marc exhaled a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his messy hair, the gesture as familiar as it was infuriating. “It’s not that simple—”

“It is that simple!” Marco snapped, his voice rising, trembling with the force of his frustration and grief. He finally looked up, his tear-filled eyes locking onto Marc’s. His anger flared, hot and consuming, burning away the vulnerability he’d tried so hard to hide. “You don’t get to show up here every time you feel guilty. Every time you want to tell me how much I mean to you but never enough to actually choose me!”

Marc flinched at the words, his face twisting with pain. He stepped forward instinctively, his hand half-reaching toward Marco as if he could somehow soothe the storm he’d caused.

But Marco held up a hand, palm out, his body stiff and trembling. “Don’t,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Just... don’t.”

The space between them felt impossibly wide, a chasm filled with unspoken words and broken promises. Marc froze, his outstretched hand falling limply to his side, his expression crumbling into something unreadable. Marco could see it — the guilt, the regret — but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. And it never would be.

“Ti voglio tanto bene, Marco,” Marc said, his voice barely more than a whisper, the words trembling as they left his lips.

Marco closed his eyes for a moment, letting the words wash over him, but they didn’t comfort him. Instead, they twisted the knife already buried in his chest. “Then why does it hurt more?” he whispered back, his voice fragile, as though speaking too loudly would shatter him completely. His eyes flicked up to meet Marc’s, brimming with unshed tears. “Why do I feel my pain more than I feel your love?”

The silence that followed was suffocating, the weight of it pressing down on both of them. Marc looked down at the floor, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. Marco could see the storm raging in his dark eyes, the conflict, the guilt, the love he claimed to feel but never acted on. He always looked like this when they reached the inevitable breaking point—torn, but never enough to make a choice.

“You should go,” Marco said at last, his voice hollow, barely audible. He turned away from Marc, staring at the window and the blinking fairy lights outside, the soft glow mocking the darkness inside him. “It’s Christmas, Marc. Go be with her. She’s waiting, I’m sure.”

Marc’s breath hitched at Marco’s words, and for a moment, he stood frozen, as though waiting for Marco to take them back, to beg him to stay. But Marco didn’t. He stayed rooted where he was, his arms wrapped around himself, his back to Marc, a silent but final wall between them.

Marc hesitated, the weight of his indecision visible in the way his body tensed. But then he nodded, the movement slow and reluctant. He walked to the door, each step feeling heavier than the last. When he opened it, the icy December air rushed in, swirling around them both, a stark contrast to the stifling heat of their unresolved emotions.

At the threshold, Marc paused, his hand on the doorframe. He turned back one last time, his dark eyes pleading, his voice trembling with the weight of everything he couldn’t say. “Marco, mi amor…”

Marco finally turned to face him, his expression unreadable. He forced a smile onto his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes — it was brittle, fragile, as if it might crumble under the weight of the moment. “Merry Christmas, Marc,” he said, his tone steady despite the ache in his chest. “Please don’t call.”

The words hung in the air between them, final and unyielding. Marc’s shoulders sagged, his hand falling limply to his side. Marco stepped forward and gently closed the door, the soft click of the latch echoing like a gunshot in the silence of the apartment.

On the other side of the door, Marc stood frozen, his hand hovering over the wood as if he could push it open again, as if he could undo everything — as if he could stop himself from turning into the villain in his story, into Rossi. He rested his forehead against the door, his breath clouding in the frigid air. For a moment, he considered knocking, begging Marco for one more chance. But he didn’t.

Instead, he turned and walked away, his boots crunching against the snow, his shadow growing fainter as he disappeared into the cold, empty night.

Inside, Marco leaned back against the door, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor, his arms wrapped around his knees. The tears he had fought so hard to hold back finally spilled over, silent and unstoppable. The fairy lights outside kept blinking, their cheerful glow a cruel reminder of everything he had just let go.

And somewhere, Marc walked through the streets of Tavullia, carrying the weight of his choices, knowing he’d never hear Marco’s voice again. He'd never speak to his Bez, his amor, all that was left was Marco Bezzecchi. The most talented rider Aprilia had ever seen — in Marc's eyes at least.

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