#will delete the original post so rip first attempt

[abhainnwhump]

Hello! I know you have your own life, but I want to make sure you are ok!

Hi. Thank you for asking. Unfortunately, I'm not.

I'm sorry I haven't updated in a month, I've had no motivation to. I'm not sure if I even will because of how toxic the internet and fandom has become. I've thought about it all month and Jakei's departure was the final nail in the coffin. For my general whump fans who don't know, Jakei is the creator of Underverse, my biggest inspiration, discontinued the project due to harassment for frankly petty drama. She didn't deserve it and screw everyone who harassed her.

The last two chapters would've been an epilogue and a bonus chapter. The epilogue is about Nightmare and Ribbon's life 4 years in the future. They have a daughter, Aurora, and Nightmare has almost full control of the multiverse. Nightmare has a meeting with Dream regarding the rescue group Core Frisk started. Dream attempts to snap out of mind control and tries to attack Ribbon and Aurora, but Nightmare stops him. He sends Ribbon and Aurora to the dollhouse Ribbon made out of the Star Sanses' base. Blue is there with a prisoner that annoyed him, bringing him to Ribbon to take care of. Ribbon gets excited and has a tea party with the prisoner. The catch is the tea is poisoned and Ribbon brutally transforms him into a fluffy plush owl. He adds it to his collection and spends the rest of the time hanging out with Blue.

The bonus chapter is about two stories. One is the creation of Aurora and the other is about Core Frisk and how they're handling the apocalypse. Nightmare still wants an heir even if Ribbon is unsure and nervous about the process. He pressures him into it and Ribbon agrees. It's Horror's birthday and after the celebrations, Nightmsre takes Ribbon away to perform the spell. Later, the little soul (literally) is raised on a pillow. Ribbon spends all his time taking care of it like a good totally not brainwashed housewife would do.

Meanwhile, Core Frisk sent a team out for a rescue mission and had to step in and help after being overwhelmed by infected monsters. They manage to get away but Core notices Underfell Sans trying to hide something. They force Fell to hand over their arm to reveal it's scratched and infected. Core quickly amputates it so he's safe. Then they have an encounter with Epic, who sent the monsters in their direction in the first place for a "fun little trap".

The toxicity is not an Undertale/ UTMV fandom only issue, rather I see it in nearly every fandom now. A bunch of entitled purity "activists" with nothing better to do them stir up drama and add politics into everything. Even the non-fandom art community feels like one big game of king of the hill. It feels like most of them are only artists for attention and mainly focus on ripping down as many artists as possible.

It's gotten to the point where I don't feel safe putting my name on anything in fear of being a target. I don't want to make a mistake and then get threatened to be killed with broken glass 5 years later. Especially when I write dark subject matter.

I'm probably going to delete all my social media accounts and only post AO3 fanfics anonymously. Will they still be UTMV? Maybe. I still want to write that Kid Icarus: Uprising sequel. The bonus part about that fandom is that there's like 12 people that still know that game exists. I also want to write my original novels, but again, I fear putting my name out there in the world.

Thank you so much for everything who read IMYM and my general whump stories and prompts. Again, I'm sorry.

[fallingblueroses]

This is my third attempt at posting this. I keep deleting it before I post.

This is a first draft of the scene from my VoicePlay fic on Ao3 where Geoff rescues Cesar. Geoff's original kill count by the end of the fic was going to stand at 9, but as the story went on I felt it was more "in character" for him to not have a trail of bodies behind him.

Also, in the first drafts Ir'sia was posing as a government-employed vampire hunter and employed humans to do her dirty work for her. They managed to get Kathy, William, Layne, and Eli before Geoff knew something was wrong. He's understandably furious as he goes to intercept Cesar.

***

Cesar tried to keep himself calm as the car went on, but that was hard to do with the gun pressing into his right side. The guy on his left was fidgeting constantly and kept looking out the windows, which added to his own nervousness.

And the driver's too, apparently. "Will you calm down?"

The nervous guy frowned. "I keep thinking we're being watched."

"You're paranoid," the guy with the gun said. "No one even knows the kid's missing yet. And he ain't gonna give us any trouble." The gun dug into Cesar's ribs. "Are you?"

"No," Cesar growled.

"Good boy." He looked over at his nervous friend. "Now calm your ass."

The driver sighed. "I'm gonna cut through the back streets. Get out of this traffic." The car made a right turn, and began to go down an alley. A few streets later they were cut off when a white van pulled to a stop in front of them. The driver slammed on his brakes and laid on the horn--

Geoff popped out of the van, landed on the car's hood and punched through the windshield. The glass was still cracking when Geoff grabbed the driver and bashed his head against the steering wheel before turning his attention to the shotgun seat. The gun in Cesar's ribs turned toward Geoff, and Cesar punched the gunman in the face with his bound hands as the nervous man bailed out.

The sound of breaking bone came to Cesar's ears as the man riding shotgun slumped over. A second later the door behind the gunman was literally ripped from its hinges and Geoff pulled the man out of his seat with enough force to break the seatbelt. Cesar heard the man's skull crack as Geoff bashed his head against the pavement, and when he looked out of the car blood was already starting to run over the ground. Geoff looked up at Cesar. "You okay?"

"Sure." He looked at Geoff's bloodstained hands as he reached in the car and examined the cuffs on Cesar's wrists. "What's going on?"

"Someone wants my attention." Geoff grabbed the chain with both hands and pulled, and Cesar jumped when the metal snapped. "Get in the van and drive. I'll catch up."

"Where are you going?"

"After the last guy."

Cesar shook his head. "He's long gone."

Geoff smiled. "I have his scent. Now get going."

"Wha--" Cesar blinked as he realized Geoff was already gone. He barely caught a glimpse of his friend as he rounded the corner in a blur.

He got in the still-running van and began to drive as Geoff had told him. After a few blocks he had to pull into a parking lot to gather his nerves. He rested his head against the steering wheel and took several long, deep breaths.

I don't know what's going on, but God, I hope I wake up soon.

***

Layne looked up from where he was sitting as he heard a phone ring. The elderly man pulled a phone from his pocket and answered it. "Yes?"

The man on the other end screamed so loudly that Layne could hear him clearly. "You son of a bitch!" The other captors turned to look toward the elder as the screaming continued. "You lied to us! You said those charms would protect us!"

Brownbeard took the phone from the elderly man and put it on speaker. "Todd. Is that you? What happened?"

"Castellucci happened! He killed them! He killed them!" The man--Todd--gasped for breath. "He impaled Jon on the steering wheel! He snapped Vic's neck!"

Layne couldn't help but smile, and when he looked at Eli the smaller man was grinning as well. Looks like this round went to the good guys.

Then it hit him.

Geoff had just killed two people.

Their captors looked uneasy--except for Blondie, Layne noticed. She looked...pleased.

"What about James?"

"He was fighting with the kid. I got the hell out of there."

"Coward," Blondie said in a low voice.

"Come back to the warehouse," the elderly man ordered.

"Oh fuck no. You can keep your money. I'm not going anywhere near--" The voice cut off for a few seconds.

"Todd?" The captor asked.

"No," Todd gasped in utter terror. There was a clatter as if the phone had hit the ground, and Todd's voice receded. "No. Please, no. We weren't going to hurt the kid!"

Geoff's voice was a low, angry rumble. "Where are they."

"Wha--what?"

"Where are they?! My wife! My child! My friends! Where are they! Who has them! Tell me now!"

Todd's voice became high, hysterical. "Please! I don't want to die!" He screamed, but it became muffled as if a hand had been clamped over Todd's mouth.

Geoff's tone was blood-chilling when he spoke next. "You had your chance to confess. Now, I'll find out for myself." Then quiet.

The man with the phone frowned. "What's happening?"

"He's likely drinking," Blondie said, that pleased smirk still on her face. She took the phone. "He'll find out everything he wants to know from the blood."

The other captors' uneasiness increased, and Layne's stomach began to feel queasy. Drinking. He could imagine it easily.

Brownbeard finally looked at the others. "That's it. I'm out."

The elderly man frowned. "You can't quit now."

"I'm not giving my life to save yours. You said those crosses would protect us--"

"And I told you," Blondie said, "that those crosses wouldn't help. Castellucci's older than Christianity. Those symbols mean nothing to him." She looked at Brownbeard. "If you want to save your life, you'll see this through. Now he knows everything Todd knew. He knows where we are. And he's going to come for what's his and you've already heard he's willing to kill for it. Your only hope of survival is to help me capture him."

Layne wondered at her tone. There was a seriousness about it, but also a satisfaction. As if she'd planned for all this and everything was going exactly as she wanted.

But Eli had caught something else. "Hold it. You're seriously standing there and telling us that Geoff is more than two thousand years old?"

Blondie looked over. "Of course not. He's over seven thousand years old.

"Oh sure," Eli said sarcastically. "Of course. After all, there's nothing a guy who's lived for seven thousand years wants to do more than settle down, start a family, join an acapella group, post videos to social media. Makes perfect sense!"

"Those things feed his vampiric need for love and adoration."

"Those sound like very human needs to me," Layne said.

Blondie opened her mouth, but then Geoff's voice came over the phone. "I assume you're still listening."

"Of course we are, Av'osk," Blondie said.

Silence. When Geoff spoke next, his voice was like icicles being stabbed into Layne's stomach. "Ir'sia."

"Yes, Av'osk, it's me. It's been a long time."

"If you have harmed so much as a hair on their heads--"

"Calm yourself, Av'osk. Your humans are safe. And they will not be harmed as long as you come and surrender yourself to me."

"I'm coming," he growled. "And this time, I swear on whatever soul I have that I'll make sure you're dead!"

[herearedragons]

fanfic writer ask meme!!! B and M :)

B:  What was the first fandom you read fic in?  Which was the first you wrote fic for?

for reading, pretty sure it was Hetalia (I have come across fanfiction before but pretty sure this was the first fandom I actively sought out fanfiction of), and writing...... for properly FandomTM writing, it was one (1) attempt at backstory for my Skyrim player character and then Dragon Age. technically there was fic-adjacent writing I did before this, but that was more me appropriating pieces of media with a friend rather than Participating In Fandom. like I wrote fic about gijinkas (human versions) of the plants vs. zombies plants and transformers ocs (despite not being in the transformers fandom) that didn't get published anywhere because it was for the one (1) other person who knew what the heck I was talking about. I don't really think about those as me doing fanfiction because the point wasn't really to interact with the fandom, I was kind of just using a random piece of media as building blocks for an original story, but technically it is also fic

M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with?  Did it turn into a story?

....after some introspection, I think I literally only make weird AUs? like I haven't done a single classic soulmate AU or a role swap AU or anything like that. no. it's all "what if all four of my Inquisitors were 19th century people investigating a paranormal horror mystery that then directly caused that universe's version of the Conclave explosion" (the literal plot of The Breach, my WIP longfic that's going to be one year old in a couple of months)

(update: okay actually. I do have a decent amount of normal AUs that are basically "what if my video game blorbo but with a slightly different backstory". like Selene's companion au. also some genre swaps and the classic "putting blorbo from one piece of media into another piece of media")

other highlights include:

what if my Lavellan was a cyborg in a cyberpunk setting and his cybernetic implants were haunted by Mythal (shoutout to sorrow.cy, which is a thing I wrote and posted on AO3 a couple years ago and then deleted. reposted on this blog for archival purposes though)

what if Solas was a cosmic horror entity (shoutout to The Dread One, which is a thing that exists on my AO3 Right Now)

what if the red lyrium future from In Hushed Whispers was a The Last Of Us-esque apocalypse (a short fic I also wrote a couple years ago and deleted, and, tragically, it did not get archived anywhere so I wasn't able to get it back. the concept was that it's a modern world but red lyrium is growing everywhere and red lyrium dust is in the air so you have to protect yourself both from breathing it and from hearing the song, and it had the Valo-Kas as a group of survivors. rip to that fic, it was a good one)

[skymanta414]

I got over 1k views on a video, and I didn't deserve any of it.

I'm a small content creator, so I tend to only make videos that interest me, or that I'm passionate about. However, since I'm a music channel on YouTube, that's the only type of content I make. Despite this, many issues that I see with content have been troubling me, so I had to speak out about it. Please read this FULL POST if you care to respond to it.

The majority of the content on my channel is covers of Friday Night Funkin' songs, which is honestly typical of content for that game on the platform, and I use it to promote the mod that I'm working on. It's something I'm passionate about, and I hope that it pushes the mod itself into people's radars, so they check out that rather than the covers. I always credit the FLP I use in the description, so people can do the same thing as me. (Trust me, this is all relevant later.)

The highest view count on any of those videos is the one that happens to be the first video on my channel, with over 600 views. I'm not ashamed of that video, and I don't see a reason as to why I should delete it.

I've gone into making other, original music pieces as well, rather than just covers. One specific example is a Deltarune fan song. I had repurposed this exact song three or four times until inevitably settling on this use.

Around 250 views. More than most other videos on my channel, currently ranked #4. I'm proud of it for the most part, but I sure as hell can make better music than it now, seeing as its inception was around a year ago.

However, I also make original songs for original works. I have posted a song for a story I'm writing hosted on MSPFA (which I would appreciate if you checked out) that is up to my song writing skills. Only a demo track at the moment, but I was hoping that if anything, I could get a similar view count to my other videos.

Currently, after a month of sitting on my channel, it has sat under 30 views. Despite it being one of the only videos on my channel that I've promoted across other platforms, it has performed the worst out of all of them.

The final nail in the coffin for this was my latest video. After seeing a request on an FNF forum asking for a specific cover with art to go along with it, I decided to go for it since it would be barely any work. I got full permission from the artist (@sillylittlegaymer) to make the video using their art, and I released it not thinking much of it.

Two weeks later, it's my highest performing video on my channel so far. I didn't make a single asset from it. For any other video, I either made the chromatics, wrote the music or (in the sense of a SiivaGunner style rip) edited a preexisting track with my own skills.

I may have gotten permission from the artist and linked all resources in the description, but I feel like I didn't deserve any of it. I didn't write the song, create the chromatics or draw the art. All of it was gathered from others who poured their heart and soul into their creation. I just mashed them together in a DAW and called it a day.

Sure, I made a minimal visualizer, but that isn't enough. That video hasn't added any traction to my other videos, and I doubt it will. This is promoting an unhealthy mindset that you can get away with lazy video creation and bank off of it and I won't stand for it.

I will be keeping the video up, but I beg that someday the content that I'm proud of and make with my own self rather than cashing off of other peoples creations gets recognized.

In attempts of making popular jokes on the internet where they work, creators will try to promote the things they care about creating underneath the popular post they made, only to get little traction to their real content after. It's really sad to see that the one off-joke someone makes on twitter, or any other platform blows up and they end up rummaging for scraps in the replies with attempts at getting people to follow them for real art.

It's not to say the popular thing they made didn't deserve to get popular, but in my case, it surely didn't.

Thank you for listening, and please support independent creators on their original works, detached from any media property.

[onewhoturns]

fictober.14.: intermediate frequencies

#Fictober19 Prompt: 14. I can’t come back. Fandom: Oxenfree Characters: Jonas, lost!Alex Rating: T (no warnings apply) Tags: Mystery? kinda?, supernatural, lost Alex, weird radio stuff Word Count: 1807

The messages started out simple. The first one, anyway. It was weird, to come in the middle of some rock ballad from the 80s, but he chocked it up to crossed wires and weird interference (which, well, seemed technically accurate). Skid Row was whaling away a guitar solo, and then—

“Hello out there? This is, um… Cave FM! ‘No. 1 for Cave, Grotto, and Subterranean Country.’ ”

It was a girl’s voice. Not the well-practiced veteran voice of the station DJ, but someone crackling in like some kind of prank broadcast. Gone and done in a few seconds, and back to the music. Jonas glanced at his car radio for a second, skeptically, but shrugged it off.

-

The second message wasn’t exactly terrifying, either. In fact, he wasn’t even sure he’d heard it at all, half asleep as he was. Same station, Bryan Adams singing on about whatever younger years blah blah— It was 7:05. Jonas wasn’t really paying close attention. But, again, mid-song;

…and the bad. Yeah I'll be stand- “Um… A-Alex? Can you… can you hear me? ”

It cut back to instrumental. But this time it didn’t seem like just a prank call. She didn’t sound… It wasn’t necessarily panic, but it was nervous. At least, he thought it was. But again; over and passed so quickly.

-

The third message was the first one to come from nowhere. His car radio was turned all the way down, between stations after stopping mid-tune when the light had turned green. It was just on static. Until there was a voice.

“Uh, testing, testing… this is a test of the Beach Cave Emergency System? ”

The voice had a kind of nervous laughter to it, like someone put on the spot, covering up anxiety with humor. It was the same girl.

-

The fourth…

The fourth message was when they started to ring bells.

“Hey, i-if you’re out there, uh, Alex? We… We got stranded on Edwards Island… and-”

Edwards Island. That… that was a thing. He’d been there, he’d been stuck there, he’d been terrorized there and only escaped thanks to— to something. Something involving Ren’s friends. He didn’t fully remember the night. But the name was enough to put him on alert.

She was asking for the same person, again. Someone named Alex. Maybe a friend, or a boyfriend, or a brother or something. Maybe a parent or a guardian. Someone who could help.

But the messages had come days apart. And there was no reason she’d be stuck there. The message came at 3pm on a Sunday, from the little radio built in to the kitchen of their new place in Camena. Ferries ran on the Island— well, he didn’t know for sure, but when he’d gone with Ren they’d run at least til five. No reason to be stranded.

-

The fifth message sent chills down his spine.

“Hey, Ren? Nona? Can you guys hear me? It’s Alex, in case you can’t recognize my—”

She always got cut off mid-message. Like someone terminated the broadcast before she was finished.

But that… those were his friends’ names. Those were— those were people who went to the island with him. And her…

Her name was Alex. Which meant all those messages before, they weren’t calling out for help from someone else. They were calling for help from herself.

-

His theory was confirmed while driving around Camena at 11pm on a Wednesday night in early July. He’d just leave his radio on and tuned to static sometimes, wondering what might pop up. Generally it would just be brief staticky half-seconds of advertising jingles or droning AM radio newscasters.

“Alex? This is… you, okay? Just… don’t go into the cave. Whatever you do, don’t go into the cave.”

It was the first message that felt… complete. Like she’d gotten out what she needed to say. And it… it made sense. Things started to add up - or kind of add up, with a hell of a lot of blurry bits in between.

The island had been… something. He didn’t remember a lot of that something. But the cave felt familiar. He didn’t go in, but Michael did. Michael went, and he brought a radio. Radios, like this Alex person was using.

Jonas wanted to know more. It felt like a bad idea, but he felt like he needed to know.

-

“Alex, this is… uh, Alex, and— listen, don’t come to Edwards Island. Whatever you do, just- don’t come here. Stay home. Stay… safe.”

He lay under his covers, staring at his alarm clock. He’d started to leave it running quietly in the background whenever he was sitting around. Any radio, really. It was maybe a little weird, but his dad was usually at work, and when he was home he didn’t comment on it. And it was summer, so there wasn’t a ton to do all day, aside from let Ren drag him around the area. They’d gone to the lake earlier that day.

Jonas’s brow furrowed, rolling over to examine the station. The noise switched back to music. He’d taken to changing stations regularly. It didn’t seem to matter what the frequency was; she’d be there.

-

“Hey! Uh, Jonas? ”

He sat bolt upright in bed, heart suddenly hammering in his chest. It was 2am. He’d been fucking around on his computer and-

“Or- or just to anyone listening, we’re trapped in—”

It cut out, again. He just stared at the radio on his bedside table for a long moment. “Alex…” The name felt odd in his mouth. Like it didn’t quite fit, or was the wrong shape. Which was weird, cause it was common enough. But somehow it felt foreign.

His name. She’d said his name. She’d called out to Ren, to Nona, to herself, and now to him.

Feeling like a bit of an idiot, he awkwardly picked up his little alarm radio. “Um… Alex?” This was stupid. He was talking to a $5 piece of plastic that didn’t even have a microphone. It couldn’t even transmit.

But he knew what could.

-

Panting, red-faced and pumped full of adrenaline, Jonas shifts his truck into gear, reaching for his prize. State-issued radio communications equipment from the forest service. Stolen. Basically: one hardcore walkie-talkie. His eyes are a little too bright, too frantic, clicking on the power switch and starting to press buttons, scanning through the channels like he might find-

“Fuck-”

There’s feedback, and it’s loud. He hurriedly flips off the walkie. That doesn’t even make sense. How could there be-

“Jesus-”

Fucking fuck, Jonas nearly swerved into the next lane over. Thank god the road is empty. 4am is pretty much always dead around here. He hurriedly pulls over.

“Who— is that— are you-”

“Is… Is someone there? ”

“Yes!” Holy shit. Holy fucking shit, this is�� this is real time. “Are— are you Alex?”

“Is… If you’re there…” There’s a pause, and the voice drops quieter. “Oh my god, this is… fuck, you’re being stupid,” the voice on the radio mutters, like she’s trying to talk herself back to her senses.

“Alex, right? It’s-” He feels like an absolute idiot. “It’s Jonas. You-” He’s talking to his radio. His fucking car radio. Like that could ever work in a million years. His enthusiasm stalls. “…You probably can’t even hear me,” he mutters flatly, sighing. Stupid idea. Stupid plan.

But that wasn’t the plan, the plan was-

Jonas fumbles for the walkie again, flicking the switch and the feedback comes on before he flips it off again-

“Motherfucker, how is that-”

His heart is in his throat. That can’t be a coincidence. Not twice in a row. Fuck, is he dreaming?

Jonas turns off the car. The radio dies. He turns back on the walkie-talkie, this time with no wailing whining scream of feedback. He holds down the transmit button for a second, trying to find the words. But… No, there really isn’t anything to say. Just… “Alex?”

There’s a chirp of a finished message as he lets go of the button. Then silence. He’s reaching for the radio dial, thinking maybe that’s the only way to hear a response, when the walkie crackles to life.

“…Who is this? ” She sounds wary. Not exactly cold, but firm. Like she’s expecting it to be some kind of prank. Which is— can she even be pranked? Who is she? What is she?

He holds down the button. “It’s… uh. You- um, you called me. I think. Maybe from the island.” He feels like a dumbass. But also like maybe this is just some kid fucking around on a HAM radio, and his name was just common enough to be picked. Ren and Nona… not so much. But Jonas? It’s not unheard of.

There’s a half chirp of a ping, and Jonas pings back. He’s not sure what else to do.

For a long moment, there’s just silence.

He clicks open the channel again; “Are you still there?”

Another second of silence, and then— “Jonas? ”

Jesus Christ. Her voice is different than before. There’s plenty of standard radio distortion, but she still sounds pained. Like she’s choking on his name. He lets out a long breath. “…Yeah.”

“Oh my God.” Her voice is hushed.

“Who— who are you? How do you know my name?” His head is swimming, because this feels unreal.

“You-” The transmission cuts out. And it doesn’t come back.

“Alex?”

“You don’t remember.” It sounds breathless. Like she’s been punched in the gut.

“…Should I? Do I— have we met or something?” He doesn’t remember any girls named Alex. Or anyone with her voice - and he’s been hearing her voice a lot lately.

“…No. No, we-” It cuts off again, and Jonas starts to think that’s actually intentional on her part. When her voice comes back, it’s quiet and sounds choked and thin. “No. We’ve never met. I don’t—”

He lets the radio silence go on, expecting her to come back any second. She doesn’t. Finally, Jonas risks a ping. There’s a ping back. So she’s still there.

“Alex?”

“-I can’t come back,” she blurts, and it’s cut off quick, but he thinks he hears a bit of a splutter, a cough maybe, or a sob.

“What do you mean?”

Silence. It goes on. He gives her time to formulate her thoughts. He pings.

There’s no response.

“…Alex, are you there?”

Nothing.

He waits for a long time. Five minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. A half hour has passed, and none of his pings have been returned. Finally, Jonas sighs.

Keys turn in the ignition, the truck roaring to life, and he stabs at the radio’s power button just as the feedback starts again. But nothing over the walkie. No exclamation. No ping. He shifts the car into gear, and checks the walkie one last time, just to remember the station; channel 18.

[source for AO3 link]

[seirclys]

*sips tea* another day, another VADD post discourse. Because the original post has been deleted, with some of the people in that discourse being blocked, this is my own way of keeping an archive(rip @eloise175, your chaos was enjoyed, albeit short-lived). I also went back and checked; a similar discourse post from the same blog where I had like 10 paragraphs of replies had locked replies and everyone else's replies were gone, so this is, again, me keeping a record.

Original post

First of all: Callisto was 10. It didn't matter that he was being groomed to be the next Emperor, it didn't matter that he was a noble child brought up with strict etiquette, or the time period. Nothing would've prepared a literal ten-year-old for an assassination attempt. He doesn't have the mentality to deal with it properly, and it scarred him for life, sending his mental state into the deep. In the manhwa, you can see little Callisto running away in a panic, with tears in his eyes.

Second, we know that the queen or Marquis Ellen were the ones who orchestrated the assassination attempt on Callisto because he told us. He probably realized it in hindsight; it's unlikely that he would've deduced the culprits when he was that young.

Third, throwing the bear head on the Queen, as the og poster said(and then contradicted themselves in a later response) instead of the birthday presents, would've been worse. Callisto would've lost any allies, especially since the Queen was favored by the Emperor. It's one thing to dump a bear head on his little brother's presents, it can be excused as "brothers being brothers". But the Queen? Haha no, he'd instantly lose any support, with everyone thinking he's deranged or something. It wouldn't change anything for the better: the second prince would still get mentally scarred in some way, I guess. Again, he JUST survived an assassination attempt: no one would be in their right mind. This sort of stuff causes mental scars on adults: children? They have it worse, especially since they're not fulling understanding the situation. "But even a noble boy from our world would know better than to pull [the stunt regarding the bear's head] off. What Callisto did was incredibly stupid and unfair."

First of all, our world's nobility is mostly abolished, with it being mostly ceremonial, so no, "a noble boy from our world" wouldn't know better. Second of all, you seem to forget that Callisto had nearly died. That usually sends people into shock and do impulsive things.

Also, the original poster said, "Callisto ruined the Second Prince's presents." Like, okay? Poor child just survived an assassination attempt, and you're worried about the presents? His mom is the Queen and they're filthy rich; they can just buy more gifts. "He angered the 50 or so noble houses who sent the Second Prince gifts" and "not everyone in the nobility was in on the plan to kill Callisto": how would he know? How would Callisto, a child who JUST nearly died because of assassins, know that only some were in on the plot? He'd probably still be hyped up on adrenaline and not thinking straight.

The idea that "it's a fantasy world, and there are differences between a modern and medieval child" as mentioned by the original poster, is contradictory in itself. If you want to look at it as a fantasy world, then there will certainly be modern elements: such as more precious childrearing, as seen with the Queen and the Second Prince. Given that Callisto's mother seemed to deeply love him while she was still alive, it's not implausible to say that he had a similar treatment, albeit curbed by the education of the Crown Prince. Raising a child preciously came from the modern idea of the nuclear family, according to research: economic marriages usually inspired no romantic relationship, thus trickling down to the child themself.

However, if you wished to look at it realistically, there were slight differences. Due to the world being in the first stage of the developmental transition model during the medieval period, people suffered high birth and death rates, with low healthcare and a slow rate of natural increase. As such, Historian Stephen Wilson argued that there were high levels of parental care, grief when the child passed, and maximized child welfare, as well as the importance of childhood in religion, which was ubiquitous at the time[1]. Of course, children were expected to help around the house and learn their adult duties, but when taken into consideration the high mortality rates of the time, especially for infants and children, it's justifiable. Given how the worldbuilding of VADD is, both in manhwa and in the novel, as well as the fantasy and magical setting of the world, it can be said that they have better healthcare and medicine than medieval people of our world.

Thus, it can be assumed that children were not immediately forced into their adult duties as soon as they were of an "appropriate age". So yes, Callisto would be raised more strictly given that he's a noble, as well as Crown Prince, but that doesn't mean that he wasn't given a bit of slack with his age. He likely adopted his philosophy of "age doesn't matter for the one to take the throne" after his survival of the attempt.

Fourth is the relationship between the two princes. Given that the Queen didn't allow them to meet until Callisto was 10 and, going off of the og!poster's assumption that the Second Prince was around 5-6(Kindergarten to elementary, the age gap would make sense since Callisto still remembers his mother, which would place her death earliest at when he was 5-6, so I'm assuming there's a 5-year age gap at most), he would've been extremely sheltered. The Queen probably made Callisto out to be a horrific monster, and that was why "mummy is protecting you by making sure the Crown Prince can't see you" type beat. He's basically relying on his mother, and we can see that in his birthday banquet, and also when Callisto is answering Marquis Ellen about the absence of the Queen and the Second Prince, how "my one and only brother cried, saying he would miss Father during the tournament, so I sent him with Father to convalesce."

Keep in mind that the reason Callisto even went into the forest in the first place was to catch something, like a fox or a rabbit, for his younger brother. He wanted to have a good relationship with the Second Prince, but the Queen's actions clearly showed that even if they did have a good relationship, the Queen would do everything to ensure that her son remained on top.

Yes, he was sent to war as a child. But keep in mind that Callisto's the Crown Prince: there are certain things expected from him. Also, it's been established that the Emperor is a horrible parent anyways; it's also possible that the Queen influenced the Emperor to send Callisto onto the battlefield when he was young. Either to gain control over the palace or to hope that Callisto would die and the title of Crown Prince would be tied up in a neat little bow for her son.

Callisto's status as a war hero stems from the fact that he was sent to the battlefield as a child and never lost a battle. Why would Penelope's narration and Callisto's own words specifically emphasize the fact that he was sent to be a child soldier if it was normal in their world? Because it isn't. Also, inferring from the timeline and how young Callisto seemed to be very panicked during the attack, it probably happened before he was sent to war. The Emperor probably heard about it happening and decided to send Callisto to war because "he showed so much promise".

[1] Wilson, Stephen. “The Myth of Motherhood a Myth: The Historical View of European Child-Rearing.” Social History, vol. 9, no. 2, 1984, pp. 181–98, http://www.jstor.org/stable/4285339. Accessed 14 May 2022.

[lilyrachelcassidy]

Birthday Cake

A/N: Suprise folks!!! *me laughing maniacally* The whole scenery for this fic somehow appeared in my head and I just COULDN’T let it slip away, so... My biggest inspo for that was @drawlfoy!! Remember her posting the fic where Draco and Reader work at McDonald’s and are total suckers in their job (arguing with the customers; preparing wrong orders; etc.)? Dee unfortunately, deleted this precious, but it’s stuck to my head ever since (lol lol, it’s the moment where Dee wants to get rid of something, but I kindly remind everyone it existed). Therefore I present to you the next Draco x Reader fic related to our fav fast-food rest. This time, however, they’re not working at the same workplace but... I'm going to stop here cuz I don't want to spoiler :P

**The second thing that triggered me to write this fic is the YouTube video I recently saw with a lady who orders the 'specials' appearing to be out of the menu list of McDonald’s, through the Drive-Through. She asked for a birthday cake, was laughed at a few times, but eventually got what she wanted. Applause for the attitude!!

About the fic (context, my bitches): ofc it’s the modern AU, non-magical world. Draco’s the worst boyfriend ever but always manages to turn things into their righteous place. 

Summary: The birthday is upcoming, and Draco is in a rush to think up an idea for a perfect gift. His ingenuity fails, however, and leaves Y/N very unsatisfied with a disaster that has been forged. 

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: my brain playing a total psycho, language, alcohol, sexual undertones/allusions to sex, Pansy being too much of her self... deal...

Tags: @drawlfoy @eltanin-malfoy

Such an unrestrained desire to strangle somebody you hadn't felt in a long time.

Really.

Today was your birthday, which you had been widely announcing for almost a whole month to people you might have accidentally forgotten about it. Having your boyfriend, Draco, on your mind in particular.

You doubted he would have the guts to omit your big day, though as repeatedly as he had done for a few years back. But something between foresight and the second sense of prevention told you to keep reminding him every day of the upcoming event, with a heap of birthday-themed emojis and uppercases in the messages.

Everything was planned out in your head: him picking you up from your house with the sharp-red cabriolet that he used only for special occasions; him driving the two of you to the fanciest restaurant he could find in town; him bestowing you with a nice-looking, golden necklace or a different piece of jewelry you had been suggestively pointing out in the store's exhibition; him booking up a hotel room for you two to celebrate.

Either way, that was much beyond your expectations, as it turned out. And now you were sitting in the front yard of your house, waiting for him to show up.

'If he was going to at all.' This thought invaded your mind for the last hour, try as might to subdue it. An hour you had been sitting tight, hoping it was only a delay caused by a traffic jam or other irrational explanation he could come up with. But you were deceiving yourself, you eventually presumed -- you had been checking up your phone every one minute, only to see if any message notification popped up on the screen, other than birthday wishes from friends who actually cared for you.

2.02pm: Nothing.

2.03pm: Susan 'Happy birthday bitch!'

2.04pm: Instagram notif. (Someone liked your photo, which you had posted before leaving your room, posing in front of the mirror in the best cocktail dress you could find in the wardrobe.)

2.05pm: Nothing yet again.

2.06pm: Still... Peace and quiet.

"Fuck it...Enough," you muttered under your breath, an annoying disillusionment falling like a heavy mile stone on your chest. Tears suddenly started sprinkling in your eyes at the regret, and you were very reluctant to admit that your friends were right -- Draco Malfoy was an egoistic, negligent, self-absorbed pri--

"Hi." You heard the raspy, panting voice says. "Sorry for the delay."

You blinked slowly, stupidly. You raised your head to assure yourself it was him. That his expression actually corresponded to his words and showed some kind of remorse for standing you up. But no... There he was: standing in front of you, plainly confident and unashamed, with his cocky smirk provoking you to slap him.

Oh, how much you craved to slap him right now. "Where to the fuck have you been?"

"I've tried to pick this up," he explained, simultaneously lifting up the paper bag he'd been carrying in his hand. The big, exclaiming letters 'McDonald's' with the brand's logo were printed on its exterior, and it was fully stuffed with something inside.

Not quite comprehending, you furrowed. You attempted to hide the venom in your voice, but somehow it found its way to leak out. "Couldn't you do that in advance?"

"Nope..." It was his turn to furrow, looking almost shocked with the question. And thanks to all those years of your relationship, you knew it was his piss-poor estimation of time taking over. "It was a last-minute surprise."

"Sounds like it," you commented irritably. "What's that?"

"Your birthday present, sunshine," he drawled happily, ignoring your remark. He sounded positively delighted and satisfied with himself at surprising you with that because he saw a slight crease of shock painting on your forehead. "Here you go."

You took his deposit out of his grasp, still quite unsure. What if his gift would only make a situation worse? Can it get any worse with Draco's total lack of tact? Yes. But it was only one way to find out.

Without even stealing a second glance at him, you ripped off all of the packaging that had been folded around, protecting the contents. You tried to do it carefully and without any impact of emotions revealing the way you felt inside, but your hands were shaking with rage, and you couldn't quite contain yourself. You had been highly aware you shouldn't have expected much from him, but still...

You wondered if the universe was playing against you.

There was a moment of tense silence as you struggled to deal with all the wrappings. Rather unfortunately, you wished you hadn't put so much effort in opening your so-called 'gift' because as you finally did, it only angered you more, seeing as the disappointment laughs at your face. And yes, as a matter of fact, the universe was against you today...

"Are you kidding me?" you asked in disbelief, fury reappearing in your eyes. "A birthday cake?! From McDonald's?" Ugly, little cake with the creepiest smiley face of a clown. It wasn't even fresh, you realized, when you smelled it and felt a musty reek of a freezer, it probably had been kept in. A confusing sense of sadness in your chest couldn't reach any higher at this point.

"Don't you like it?" he asked, detecting the wrath in your eyes. At that, you felt the dumbest urge to laugh and never stop. "I thought it'd be something original."

"Oh, I love it," you said sarcastically, a faint voice of hope telling you it was only a very bad joke was still lingering in your head. But it wasn't a joke.

"It's not just--" He struggled to form a coherent sentence. "I've been asking Blaise and Theo about any ideas. I told them, what you had said to me -- 'you didn't want anything fancy.' So we decided it's... something."

"Of course I didn't tell you I want anything, you dolt!" Your voice raised up almost two octaves, and the pulse sped up so fast it entailed a headache along. A neighbor from the opposite garden who was watering the flowers looked at you, startled, and eyes widened your exasperated tone. You didn’t care. "It's how it works: you don't tell other people you expect them to buy something!"

"But I'm your boyfriend. You shouldn't -- er-- feel uncomfortable to tell..."

"Exactly! As my boyfriend, you should have known!"

"Well... I didn't. If that's what's bothering you, we can...we can..."

"Stop." Listening to him and his pathetic excuses was the last thing you were going to do now. "What – why would you even – " You sputtered out, unable to process or express exactly what you were feeling. There was definitely anger and indignation. Curiosity, for another, as to why Draco would even fall for such foolish and ill-considered idea, and -- to the top of it -- hope it would make a good fit. And possibly, the last and most satisfying part, was the wicked impulse to throw the cake directly into his arrogant face, letting him taste his own medicine he had been serving you for years on each failed birthday.

"You know, for once, you could pay more effort and try doing something nice for me," you told him firmly, deflating to calm down your buzzing nerves.

"I've been tr--"

"Do you realize how much it costs me to pretend to be happy when you forget about me? Last year, I organized a big-ass party for your birthday, inviting over all of your friends and buying the best booze I could find to celebrate it properly," you said harshly and pretentiously, as you intended. "The best part is, you didn't even thank me." You stared at him, wringing your hands and expecting to perceive any trope of shame in his eyes. For the first time, you actually did.  

"Listen, about that--" he calmly attempted to cut off your monologue.

"No, you listen..." Did you really want what was upcoming next? Maybe it was about time. "Today, I decided I'm standing up for myself. So, for the last time, get out from my porch."

He bristled, the thunderstruck air hanging around him. "Because of the stupid cake?"

"What?! No! It's just... I feel like you don't give a damn about me anymore." Gulp formed in your throat, and the tears finally left your eyes at the consciousness of what was happening. "I think we both deserve some time."

Your eyes moved to his, and you almost wished you hadn't looked. He was watching you, with pursed lips and a pure mixture of every emotion: anger, sadness, resentment, pretension, dejection. The faintest of his flustered blushes appeared on his cheeks, and you suddenly wished you could hug him. "So you are putting us..." His finger pointed at him and you as if expecting clarification. "...on a break? Is that what it is?"

You were truly torn, to be honest. Becoming single on your birthday was the last wish you had for this day, but you felt a strong sense of adequacy and pride for building up the boundaries of tolerance. Besides, seeing as it was heading nowhere, it was only a matter of time that your relationship came to an end.  

Although, it hurt. A lot. "Yes."

You darted your eyes from him, not wanting to study his reaction in case it caused you to meltdown and jump to his embrace, apologizing endlessly for your words. You loved him. But you didn't regret what you had just said.

Something like a dry chuckle of disbelief escaped out of his mouth. "Is that what you really want?"

'No,' your thoughts prompted you instantly before you could even contemplate. 'I want you to say so many things you're never willing to say. But you don't know.'

So instead, you lied: "Yes."

All expressed, you spun around without peeking back and rushed into your room, already knowing there was no more sense in strives to make this day any better; all of it would bring only bad associations. It would be depressing, even more than it already was.

God, was it how the break-up pained? Because if so, you wanted to be deceased. The world spun suddenly, and you sank to your knees, shaking madly and doing your best to find your way back to your bed, located a few mere meters from you. Part of you felt numb, but your head was wide awake and alarming you that something in terms of a disaster had just happened. Because it did. The clutching in your chest was unbearable, and tears were dashing out of your eyes like a living waterfall, which made you bury your face in your hands. Never have you ever wanted to be so drunk before.

And so many questions rung up in your head at once.

Did you make a good decision? What if you are going to miss him, yet knowing you could never call? What about college -- are things about to get awkward?

No answers.

But you knew someone who would be able to reply to them.

With the blurred by tears vision, you struggled but managed to find your phone in the purse, and then clumsily scrolled through and tapped in your list of contacts before holding the phone to your ear.

Please answer, you begged. Please, please…

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Pansy's voice roared from the other side of a line, as always, enthusiastic.

"Pansy." You tried to sound less brokenly than you were, feeling marginally worse at the reminder of your birthday. "Is Daphne around?"

"Ouch, you're a really nasty bitch sometimes, you know. I'm not goin' to point out today, but since you didn't let me end my wishes, I'll note that for the future reference." You were sure she was grinning at the teasing, seeing as much as she liked that. Normally, you wouldn't mind, but... "How--"

"Pansy, please..." you sobbed out, almost desperate to have someone to consult and share emotions with. Daphne -- contrary to Pansy, who could be very judgy sometimes -- was someone you had especially on mind now. "I need to talk to her."

You heard her sigh; the kind of sigh she used to either prove her resignation or concern. But, as much as it surprised you, she suppressed her curiosity and, without a second word, obediently handed the phone over to Daphne. At least, that's what you assumed because you heard a pause and subdued mutters in the background.

"Y/N?" the milder tone spoke up, and you felt suddenly very strange as if submerged in water of relief; relief to hear the familiar voice. That released you from keeping a distant attitude, and yet again, a sadness washed over you, triggering a loud wail to come out of your mouth. "Y/N, is everything alright?"

"No..." you sniveled, unable to collect yourself together. "I-I... We br-brok-e up."

"You and Draco?" Daphne asked, astonishment evident.

You nodded but then remembered she couldn't see you nor read your expression. So instead, you forced your vocal cords to work again. "Mhm..."

"What happened?"

Restoring the story in your brain again, you told her everything, still tearfully but much more coherently this time. You avoided the details, briefly skipping from one utterance to another, as your conversations had gone, and you were very much thankful she didn't press for more information about the prospect of the situation. If it hadn't been her sporadic gasps or loud inhales of breath, you would have almost presumed she wasn't listening. However, she was, and as soon turned out, Pansy was as well.

"That's bananas!" Pansy shouted somewhere from the back as you had ended, and despite your gloom, you giggled quietly at her comment.

"Shush," Daphne tried to silence her, covering up the fact she had put you on the speaker. You didn't mind because you knew Pansy, who would definitely expect Daphne to cite the whole conversation if needed. But knowing Daphne as well, you could bet she flushed more than she would want to at that point. "So it all started because of the cake?"

"And the delay," you added. "But it's not just about that, obviously. It feels like... he completely stopped caring. And I don't want to be stuck in a relationship where everything is about sex and having fun only. Draco wasn't looking for a commitment, which..."

"Sucks,"ended this time Pansy unhesitatingly, who wasn't now screaming from the other part of a room but openly participating in the discussion.

"Yeah," you agreed.

"As for me, I think he might love you more than you know, Y/N." It was Daphne talking again, and she sounded positively convinced about her view as for someone who had hardly exchanged any word with Draco for the past few years. As if reading your thoughts, she continued. "I've observed you a lot. I know he might seem unemotional, but it's you who discovered him. That must require a lot of trust, you know."

You contemplated, and some of the memories and images from your first encounter run across your brain, try as might to suppress it: spotting each other at the party; binging some whisky shots together; flirty teasing; the very masculine scent of cologne; and then... more spicy recollections -- eager lips pressing against each other; against each others' necks; against other parts of the body; stripping off the clothes in the passionate haste...

Receiving a long moment of silence, Daphne took a second chance and asked. "And what's with you? Do you want to end it?"

It felt like standing before the oracle of truth. Therefore, you couldn't deny it in front of yourself. "No."

"So what're you still doing there?" commented Pansy impatiently, and you could imagine her rolling the eyes. "Get out and find him!"

She was right. You will.

XOXOXOXO

"I thought I'd find you here..."

No. Actually, you didn't. 

You had tracked Draco's phone with your own one with some help of an app that, as the two of you had established still in the relationship, would be a good idea in case of an emergency. That in itself proved to be more than helpful, believing that your argument may be pinned as something in terms of an emergency, right?

So having access to his location, you had found out he was in the park where he had taken you on the first date, shortly after dinner, to watch the sunset that, as he had described, 'was a typical cliche from every romantic movie.'

But you had fallen for that. So much.

You hadn't been aware the place had actually some meaning for him until now, and that... God, that he had even remembered it. Time showed, however, that it indeed did, to which your heart reacted with a happy jolting. But also with a nasty sting of nostalgia following shortly after.

Yet, that only had encouraged you to make up your mind and go looking for him, which hadn't been such a difficult task per se. He was sitting on the bench, in the shade of a tree, and hiding his a little too delicate skin from the sun rays. As soon as he had heard your voice, his gray eyes flew up to see you standing a few meters away.

"What are you doing here?" was the immediate question that tumbled out of his mouth. He arched his eyebrow, and to your surprise, he didn't even look angry or sad with you. Nothing near the edge; actually, almost something like the amusement was painting on his face.

"Aren't you mad with me?" you asked intrigued, completely forgetting about his question.

He frowned. "Why would I be?" His tone was so mild that you weren't sure if he was referring to the double meaning; but then he smirked playfully and said, "Besides, I knew you were coming."

"Wha-- How?" you asked, eyes dilating a fraction, in shock.

He smirked, pointing at his phone in an explanatory manner. After a moment, you finally figured out what he meant: the app must have registered he had been tracked and that your phone was trying to find his. At this notice, you reacted with a wave of flush, suddenly regretting your previous lie. His smile only widened at your expression. "Wanna sit? It's plenty of room here."

"Mhm..." You nodded, pleased to accept his offer, and walked over to the bench, doing your best to hide the evident embarrassment on your face. You felt strange he had taken you with such ease, seeing as merely two or three hours ago, you had burst at him like a cram-full volcano of unspoken emotions.

Draco shifted a package from his side, making more space for you to sit, and it took you a moment to realize it was a McDonald's cake from earlier. Everything started from that -- a stupid, little piece of cake which stood up between...

You shook the thought away, taking a seat next to him, close enough to smell his sandalwood cologne. "You didn't answer my question," Draco reminded you. "What's so important to make you track my phone?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" You rounded your face to him, flustrated, leaning at the backrest of a bench. "That's why I came. I wanted to apologize."

"Oh... Couldn't you call?"

You sighed. "I figured you wouldn't want to talk to me after...you know... our quarrel," you said half-despondent, half-desperate, watching your feet as if it were the most interesting thing to peer at now. "I didn't mean what I said earlier."

"I know," he said. Out of nowhere, he was gently grasping your palms which forced you to look up directly into his intense gaze. His eyes were swirling like molten silver at you. "But I should be apologizing, love. I made a mistake, okay?" His hands traveled all across to your tense shoulders, squeezing them lightly. "I know I should be more... affectionate with you. And this was...dumb. A dumb mistake. With that cake. But I'll try to be better if you give it another shot."

He looked so serious that you instantly believed him. You wanted to actually, with all force of longing, which grew up too rapidly in you when he wasn't around. Draco was a fool, you could easily say. But he was your fool, which was a thing you couldn't be more proud of.

Peeking slowly in the other direction, you asked, out of the topic, "You remembered the place?"

"Of course," he puffed jokingly, smiling. "Our first date. Officially our place from then on."

"Right..." You smiled back.

Honestly, the mere fact that he had called this spot 'yours' warmed up your heart, and you felt yourself grinning at his never-before-discovered emotionality. To assure yourself you weren't the only one caring, it was all you needed to hear.

The whole moment was intense, and now, you realized, is when you should have hugged him. Kissed him. Said something back at his sincere endearment.

But instead, spotting plastic cutlery next to your 'gift', you asked, "So what's the taste of the birthday cake?"  

And you knew he had caught the subtext of your playful inquiry. And you knew that soon you would work things out again. But, as for now...

"I thought you would never ask."

XOXOXOXO

A/N: Looooooool. Such a drama-comedy, right? And I could easily say It feels like 50% Draco-x-Reader / 50% Draco-x-BirthdayCake... But whatever (2am is working like a drunken bud, folks). Happy beginning of August :)

[sukiglycerin]

13 minutes || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero (therefore aged up)!katsuki bakugou x fem manager!reader

* genre: pro-hero!au, smut, this is the longest warning section i’ve ever written, mainly pwp, fluff at the end :>

* words: 2,266 of all this fiLTH

* warnings: AGED UP KATSUKI, ugh tumblr deleted my super long tags so now i must redo them, this is very long & filthy, whew let's go, dom!katsuki, sub!reader, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, office sex, reader is bent over the desk ofc, master/sir kink, a little pet play (he calls reader pet/kitten), dirty talk, degradation, fingering, breast/nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm denial (how contradicting), cunnilingus (f receiving), cum eating (both ends), talks of safeword/colour system but no actual usage, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls use protection irl!!), creampie, reader is kinda masochistic, pussy slapping, crying sex (no angst here tho), hair-pulling (m receiving if it matters), implied subspace, aftercare !! the best part !!

* a/n: so tumblr messed up sO much while i tried to post this, so i hope you like this! ty @toishi for sticking with me and all of my ramblings while writing this! (and ofc @dylanxmin for her lovely support!!) this is a VERY spicy thing, and almost had actual plot before i cut it out. if you like this, i may do a fluffier pt 2!! enjoy!

being a pro-hero's manager has its perks. the pay's good, the coworkers are pleasant, and travelling is pretty fun. to you, the best part is that you get to see your boyfriend of three years every day.

you've been dating pro-hero ground zero secretly, and you happen to be his manager. honestly, the latter came first in chronological order, but that doesn't matter anyway.

you first encountered ground zero (or as he was called back then, katsuki bakugou) during your time in the business course at ua. he bumped into you quite ungracefully, cursed at you, pushed past you, then let a startled but apologetic kirishima to apologize. it was fate, in kirishima's words. 

such fate led you to manage ground zero five years ago, after slowly climbing your way up from managing smaller heroes to finally reaching the popular ones. bakugou had been the only popular hero with a manager opening; you learned why soon after being hired.

the spiky haired hero had a short fuse and a tendency to cuss. he was picky, indecent, and often reckless with his public image; the calmest you'd ever seen him was when he blew up villains and screaming "die."

however, things change - things change a lot. five years later, you're here: katsuki mumbling sweet things into the crook of your neck as his hands tease the waistband of your pencil skirt.

"katsuki, we can't- you have a meeting in fift- hng-!"

his lips find yours quickly, effectively quieting you down. you're sitting on katsuki's desk - a polished cherry wood thing that took too many weeks to find - as he towers above you, pinning you to your spot.

katsuki pauses, and pulls back, licking his lips. "sounds like a you problem."

"we really can't, this meeting is really important-" bakugou's fingers nimbly find their way under your skirt, deadly close to your panties. he really isn’t paying attention to you.

"and i'm the star of the show, the number one pro-hero-" if he hears you mutter 'that's midoriya,' he ignores you and continues, "-aren't i the most important one here?" his fingers rub your clothed clit, smirking at your audible gasp.

"k-katsuki, no-" you know he can feel the wet patch growing on your panties; from the way his determined eyes lock on yours, you know he won't be finished until you are too.

"how long do we have now, love?”

"thirteen minutes, but-"

"you're going to cum for me three times in the thirteen minutes we have."

it's not a question; it's a fact. you are going to cum three times in the next fifteen minutes.

“once on my fingers,” he puts a finger up, “once on my tongue,” another finger, “and once on my cock. the only thing you have to worry your pretty head about-“ he leans in close to your ear, voice dropping a couple octaves, “-is keeping quiet enough.”

his fingers push your panties to the side with ease and play teasingly with your wet folds. he circles your clit with his middle finger slowly, dragging out each languid movement with a smirk on his face. you flush at the lewd, wet noises he elicits from your pussy. you know that his fingers are coated in your arousal.

you look down in embarrassment, gripping the edge of the desk, and stare at the cotton material of your pencil skirt.

"slut." the word is spat from katsuki's mouth. his hand holds your chin; his touch barely ghosts your skin, but the command still exudes dominance. he tips his hand up, so you're looking into his intense eyes.

"look at me, slut." the word is emphasized by the plunging of three fingers in your wet core. you whine, unprepared by the sudden intrusion. your legs move uncomfortably against the fabric of your skirt, which restricts you from spreading open your legs wider. you want to clamp down on katsuki's hand, but you know that that won't end well.

"patience, kitten." either by intuition or his own frustration, he speaks up gruffly. "all in due time." his thumb starts to knead your aching bud as he thrusts in and out, knuckle deep in your pussy. glancing at the clock, he grows impatient, quickly attempting to unbutton your blouse before ripping off the rest entirely. you'd normally protest - you liked that blouse - but you find yourself falling short of words at the pressure on your pussy. katsuki goes at a more rigorous pace, thrusting fast and deep while his free hand snakes itself under your bra to play with your nipple. the added stimulation has you keening to his touch, suddenly aware of his every touch. he pulls your bra cup down, freeing your breast and bending down to to encapsulate the hardened bud in his mouth. his tongue circles your areola and flicks your nipple; meanwhile, his pace on your pussy hasn't relented. 

soon, you feel the telltale feelings of pleasure bubbling through your body.  you tense against him, gasping out his name and clawing at his back. your knees buckle as your climax washes over you, making your body go limp in his hand. bakugou lets go of your nipple with a popping noise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his other hand pulls out, and he outstretches three cum-soaked fingers to you, an unspoken code for "suck." you open your mouth obediently, sucking your salty juices off his slim digits. 

"fuck," he cusses, eyes blown out wide in lust. "so fuckin' obedient for me, hm? such a fuckin' whore for your master."

you let go of the fingers in your mouth and nod. 

his non-wet fingers grip the bottom of your skirt. "off. now." 

"yes, master." you feel his eyes pierce you, watching you unzip your skirt and panties and let them pool around your legs. he holds you steady as you step out of the garments and toss them to the side. 

"sit up." he taps the desk lightly.

"it'll get w-w-" 

"did i stutter?"

"n-no, master."

he hums while you acquaint your bottom with the cold, hard wood of his desk.

"colour system, love?" his voice gets soft and he breaks the hard persona. his eyes are gentle, searching yours for any speck nervousness or hesitancy.

"green for 'i'm good, keep going,' yellow for 'slow down,' and red for 'stop.'"

"and if you can't speak?"

"three taps for red, two for yellow."

"what's your colour right now?"

"green, master."

his face hardens at the title. "always a good pet for me, aren't you?"

you nod. "yessir."

he spares another glance at the clock on the wall. "you're going to be a fucking good slut for master in the next 7 minutes, understand?"

"y-yessir."

"what was that, pet?"

"yessir."

"better be. spread." his fingers gesture to your legs.

he kneels before you, your drenched core spread out and on display for him at eye-level.

"so wet," he marvels, making your face heat up. like this, you're completely exposed to him; your breasts free from your bra, nipples hard against the cool air, and your pussy glistening under the light of his office.

he licks a long stripe up your folds, testing the waters. by now, the original intensity of your previous orgasm had worn off; despite this, when his tongue met your clit, you found yourself reaching for his hair, gripping it tightly. he groans into your pussy, poking his appendage through your folds and administrating kitten licks up and down your inner lips to slurp up whatever juices were left. the teasing doesn't last for long, however. he starts to suck harshly on your clit, making you buck into his face in overstimulation and surprise. you cry out at his unceasing ministrations, tugging on his hair and your toes curling. the overstimulation is too much; pain mixed with white hot pleasure blinds you. the lips closed against your clit go hard; you're not even sure how katsuki can breathe going at such a pace. the pain starts to blend into pure pleasure. you throw your arm over your mouth in attempt to stifle your noises, eyes shut tight. you feel tears line your eyes as you cum again, katsuki's tongue pressed flat against your pussy. the pleasure is five times more intense now; you cry out, sure anyone standing outside heard, and clutch katsuki's hair as you recover from your orgasm. your pussy convulses violently, and you pant in a similar manner.

"k-katsuki- master- i-" you breathe hard.

"one more for me, okay?" he rasps into your ear. "i know you can take it, kitten. so good for me..." his chin and lips shine with your essence.

you nod, spreading your sore legs further apart.

"colour?" he checks, hands starting to reach for his belt.

"green."

he nods and unbuckles, pulling his pants and boxers down to reveal his cock. katsuki leans in, hot breath fanning against you as he peppers kisses on your clavicle.

"you're gonna be a good cocksleeve for master, yeah? gonna be all fuckin' tight and wet for me?"

you whimper a shaky "yes," the head of his cock nudging your folds.

he eases his full length into you, the stretch always being something you always need to get used to. katsuki's not particularly girthy, but for what he lacks in girth he makes up in sheer length. he pushes in gently; it's clear on his face he wants nothing more than to ravage you, but he understands your needs.

"f-fuck," you gasps as he bottoms out. 

"ring ring ring," the tone of katsuki's phone rings through the room.

you lean over the desk, reading the caller id.

"it's horikoshi corp?" you say to katsuki.

"pick it up." there's a mischievous gleam in his eyes, but there's no time to dwell on it before you pick up the call.

"is this the office of ground zero?" a male voice asks through the line.

"yessir-" katsuki starts moving inside you, to which you bite your lip. "h-how can i help you?"

"this is regarding the meeting scheduled for today?"

"y-yes?" you gasp, flinging a hand over your mouth as bakugou starts thrusting into your core roughly.

"i'm terribly sorry to say this, but it appears that our boss has come down with food poisoning from lunch."

"don't- don't worry about it-" your knuckles are white gripping the edge of the desk, and you're slightly bent over it.

katsuki continues to hammer into you, speed increasing quickly.

"could we reschedule to friday, at 1:30pm?"

your mind skims through katsuki's friday schedule. "u-um... y-yes-! that can be arranged..." you're not sure if he can hear the wet slapping noises coming from your end of the line - but the thought of him knowing your dirty deeds with katsuki made you even wetter.

"alright, thank you!" the man sounds relieved. "goodbye."

"bye!" you half slam the phone down on the receiver, chest heaving.

"it's your lucky day, huh, kitten?" katsuki purrs smoothly. 

you nod, pressing yourself onto his desk so you're bent over it for him.

"such a fucking slut," you can hear the pride in his voice. "you like that, yeah? i can feel you clenching all around me. you're my fuckin' cockslut, right?"

your head bobs rapidly up and down. "yes, master- i'm-" you feel the familiar heat start to bubble in the pit of your stomach.

"don't you dare fucking cum yet," he growls in your ear, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust.

he presses you even harder into the desk, your breasts pushed up against the cold wood. 

"k-katsuki...!”

"my little pain slut, isn't that right?" 

"y-yes-! f-fuck, master-" 

he slaps your clit, making a loud, wet sound resound through the room.

it almost sends you over the edge. almost.

"don't- cum-" katsuki grunts in between thrusts.

you're so close it almost hurts. the pleasure overwhelms you; you shut your eyes tight to distract yourself, but you can only hear the sound of katsuki's heavy breaths and his cock slamming into you.

"katsuki- master- please, i can't-" tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. the pleasure is just too much, beating into you incessantly.

"you can, and you will," he orders, voice firm.

"k-ka- ka-" you blubber, tears dropping from your cheeks. you know you won't be able to hold it much longer; your pussy aches in need of release. "pl- pl, ka-"

"cum." it was the only word you needed to find yourself toppling off the edge, euphoria rippling over you violently.  tears stream down your cheeks, cum gushing from your heat. you're as limp as a doll in katsuki's arms, slumped against his desk. your pussy throbs, contracting violently - somewhere amidst your orgasm, katsuki had finished as well. your cheeks are wet, blouse thrown somewhere on the ground. your breathing is shaky as katsuki picks you up, stroking your hair delicately.

"hey, honey," he kisses your forehead softly.

you mumble incoherently, eyes drooping shut.

"you did so well for me... i didn't hurt you, did i?"

"no, 'suki.... 's good.... i liked it a lot..." you nuzzle into him, his body warmth comforting. katsuki smells of vanilla and caramel, a sweet combination that feels undeniably like home. 

you don't remember many of the next events well; everything blurs into a haze. you feel him gently thumbing your tears away, slipping your skirt and panties on and buttoning up one of his extra dress shirts on you.

the last thing you hear is a gentle "i love you," and before you know it, you're drifting asleep.

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The Bet

Chapter 4 - Fire To The Rain

JJ Maybank x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: very angsty, foul language, fighting and such

(A/N): VERY IMPORTANT!!! I decided to go a different direction with this story so it would fit the storyline of the show a little more sooo I deleted what was originally going to be chapter 4 and am giving you this instead, also i’m an idiot and didn’t realize that in the chapter 4 I originally posted i forgot to mention how kie and sarah make up and it had a bunch of other things that didn’t make sense so this is what we’re doing ALSO special shout out to @harrysbbby for helping me edit this chapter akhfjkd ily girl (gif is by @rue-bennett)

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There was an outdoor theatre tonight and Kie had practically spammed your phone with texts and calls asking if you and JJ would be attending, not really giving you much of an option. 

Knowing Kie you didn’t want to piss her off, she could be the scariest person alive when she was mad. You’d learned that the hard way when the boys had stranded you, her, and Sarah in the middle of the marsh in an attempt to get Sarah and Kiara to make up, which much to your surprise did work.

So as you walked beside JJ, his arm lazily slung over your shoulder as you headed towards Kiara and Pope, who were currently setting up a couple of chairs on the grass for you to sit on.

When you finally reached them you shrugged JJ’s arm off, engulfing both Kiara and Pope with tight hugs. You hadn’t seen them much for the last couple of days, having been to ‘busy’ being hauled up in your room with JJ.

“Aren’t you guys glad that I made you come?” Kiara smiled, content with the little set up she’d made for the pair of you.

“Y/N’s bed was pretty comfy I’ll be honest” JJ commented causing you to lightly hit him in the chest giving him a warning look “what” he shrugged plopping down onto one of the pull out chairs. Pope quickly found his seat next to JJ’s, his distressed manner capturing your attention.

“We’re out of the green zone man,” Pope’s terrible attempt at a whisper could be heard from beside you causing both you and Kie to give each other questioning glances.

“Dude, Tranquilo, okay?” JJ hushed him, “we’re in the middle of kooklandia! This is the last place I wanted to be.” Pope panicked ditching his backpack and placing it at his feet. “Shut up Pope!” JJ scolded before standing up and moving to the seat next to yours, placing a kiss on your cheek hoping you wouldn’t question what they were talking about.

“Y/N can you come grab some sodas with me?” Kie questioned and you nodded, following behind her instinctively turning your head to look back at the two boys. It was obvious they were fighting about something, JJ’s flailing arms and Pope’s contorted eyebrows gave them away.

“Uh, two Pepsis please,” Kie’s voice rung through your ears before she turned back to you, “did you want anything?”

You shook your head, waving her off only earning a shrug in response from her as she went to hand the waiter her ten dollar bill.

“Hey Y/N what’s up?” Rafe’s voice quickly caught your attention, but you didn’t answer simply rolling your eyes in response. “I was hoping that we could talk, I need to tell you something.”

You turned to face him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No, Rafe. I’ve told you multiple times to leave me alone, why is that so hard for you?”

“Please it’s important,” he countered grabbing your wrist but you quickly snatched it away. The exchange capturing Kiara’s attention.

“Rafe what a lovely surprise,” she sarcastically smiled, going to stand beside you. Rafe’s attention now on her, a smirk placed on his lips as he stared her down.

“Tell your boy that we know what he did,” he declared, eyes burning holes through hers.

Your brows pulled in at his statement looking over at Kiara to see if she knew what he was referring to.

“Sorry, what boy are you talking about?” she asked placing a hand on her hip.

“Oh, he’ll know,” Rafe quipped eyes locking onto yours again, “we’re not done,” he directed at you causing Kiara to quickly grab your hand pulling you back towards JJ and Pope mumbling a small ‘douche’ as you both walked away.

When you finally reached the two boys Kiara handed them both their drinks

“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote ‘tell your boy that we know what he did’ what the hell does that mean?” she questioned as you took a seat next to JJ and she next to Pope.

The two boys quickly shared panicked glances, “where is he?” JJ asked, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

“Right there” Kiara replied pointing towards Rafe, who was now staring at the pair of you, eyes fixated on your figure.

Pope quickly spun around, “great, the whole death squad” he frowned causing JJ to quickly place his hands on top of his hat hurriedly turning his head back around.

“Don’t stare bro,” he glared, “just warning you bro if they corner me I’m coming out swinging okay?”

You rolled your eyes at JJ’s words before leaning forward to look over at Pope. 

“Excuse me, what the hell are you guys talking about?” you demanded but neither one of them answered you, both acting as if they couldn’t hear you.

“Slice and dicin’. I’m on edge right now,” JJ continued, Pope furiously nodding at his words, “and if that doesn’t work I got this right here.” JJ lifted up his backpack causing Kie to let out a loud gasp.

“I’m sorry JJ please tell me that you did not bring a gun here,” she practically hissed glaring over at him.

“A what?” you perplexed looking over at your boyfriend who scurried to place the backpack back under the chair he was seated on. “Why do you have a gun?!” you shrieked causing him to quickly shush you as to not gain any unwanted attention from the crowd of people surrounding you.

“No guys, okay? I didn’t bring a gun here everything’s fine,” JJ faltered.

“Wow thank you, that’s really convincing. I love that JJ,” Kie scoffed, “founding principle you guys, no secrets amongst pogues! what is Rafe talking about?” Kiara ordered eyes diverting between the two boys.

“Kie it might go down tonight” Pope warned his voice uneasy.

“What does that mean?” you countered starting to feel annoyed that JJ hadn’t told you something was going on between him and Rafe.

“Deny, deny, deny” JJ whispered to Pope, ignoring both you and Kiara until you finally just decided that you’d ask him about it on the way home focusing on the movie that began playing in front of you.

Half way through the movie it had turned pitch black outside and you’d replaced your previous position by moving to sit in between JJ’s legs, head resting on his chest as he played with your hair.

“JJ,” Pope suddenly whispered causing both you and JJ to simultaneously look over at him.

“What” JJ replied in the same hushed manner.

“Gotta take a piss” Pope spoke tugging at JJ’s shirt.

“Hold it” JJ stated firmly turning back to the screen but Pope kept on pestering him, “It’s so exposed they’ll totally see us,” JJ tried again as he turned his head back to look at Rafe who thankfully didn’t seem to notice.

“Shit they’re blocking the bathrooms,” Pope panicked causing JJ to groan as he whispered in your ear that he’d be right back. You nodded moving away from him so he could stand up.

“Come here, I know where,” JJ spoke before pulling Pope after him heading towards the trees behind the movie screen.

“What? are they gonna hold it for each other?” Kiara scoffed from beside you causing you to let out a laugh before your attention was back on the movie.

A couple minutes after they’d left you detected movement from your peripheral vision causing you to turn towards the side of the movie screen and much to your dismay seeing Rafe, Topper, and Kelce disappearing behind it.

“Kie, I think the guys are in trouble,” you whispered pointing at Kelce who was the last of them to fall out of sight.

“Whatever they can take care of themselves,” Kiara huffed clearly still pissed off from their behaviour earlier.

“Come on, they need our help, there’s like three of them!” you tried to convince her and when she finally nodded you quickly stood up Kie trailing behind you as you headed towards the boys.

“That was some nice work you did on my boat,” Topper’s voice started to fade in as you neared them,

“I don’t know what you mean,” Pope defended. No one seeming to notice the fact that both you and Kiara now stood only a couple of meters away from them.

“Sure, yeah no of course you don’t,” Topper shook his head before stepping closer to Pope, practically towering over him.

“Not so burly without a gun now are you?” Rafe sneered at JJ. “Take one more step and I’ll rip that prepubescent face off,” JJ spat at him in response.

They kept on pushing each other until finally all you could hear were knuckles hitting flesh causing you and Kie to quickly intervene.

Kiara went to Pope’s aid beginning to hit Topper over and over agin with her backpack until he finally turned around and ripped the bag out of her hands giving Pope a chance to tackle him from behind.

Kelce currently had JJ in a neck hold whilst Rafe beat the shit out of him so you did the first thing you could think of jumping onto Rafe’s back attempting to pry him off of JJ only resulting in Topper aggressively ripping you off him and throwing you onto the grass.

“Stay out of this Y/N!” he yelled at you before turning back to Pope.

“Topper you fascist asshole!” Kiara fumed quickly moving to help you up, reaching her hand out to you which you gladly accepted letting her pull you up.

“Thanks” you breathed out, composing yourself before you went back to attempt to get Rafe off of your boyfriend.

“Rafe stop it!” you commanded trying your best to rip him off of JJ who began to lay limp in Kelce’s arms. 

Yelling at him clearly didn’t seem to be working so you started hitting him over and over again, your fists colliding with his back which seemed to piss him off enough to make his attention turn to you instead of JJ. You cowered back as he towered over you nostrils flaring, before he finally snapped.

“You know I don’t get it Y/N you’re a smart girl and yet here you are dating a dirty pogue who’s only with you for the money you have.”

Your brows pulled in at his words as you let out an angered laugh.

“You know what Rafe? Not everything is about money! And I’m finally happy! Why can’t you just accept that?” you fumed crossing your arms over your chest making him roll his eyes as he scoffed at your words.

“My god Y/N! he’s only with you because him and John B made a bet that he wouldn’t be able to make you fall in love with him!”

A sinking feeling replaced the anger you’d previously felt. Your eyes finding JJ, who was currently pushing Kelce off of him.

“What?” you tried to sound confident but your voice coming out small and shaky. 

You knew Rafe to be a liar so it was a possibility that this was just yet another attempt to break up your relationship but judging by the look on JJ’s face, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“JJ?” you asked, searching his face for confirmation of what Rafe had just told you. His desperate eyes and contorted eyebrows giving you all the answers you needed.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled as Rafe’s words hit you like a slap in the face, “oh my god,” you repeated your vision beginning to cloud with tears as your hand went to cover your mouth.

“Y/N baby,” JJ’s voice was desperate as he carefully started making his way towards you but you backed away from him.

“Is it true?” your voice was barely audible. Your eyes stuck on JJ’s, who had a panicked look on his face.

Rafe seemed to be satisfied with the scene unfolding before him gesturing for Topper and Kelce to follow him as they left the four of you alone.

JJ’s head hung low, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“Please tell me it’s not true,” you whimpered, tears slowly starting to roll down your cheeks. He didn’t say anything, keeping his gaze on the ground below him, “fucking look at me JJ!” you demanded, he flinched at your angered tone. He'd heard you use it many times whilst arguing with your parents or siblings but never did he think it would be directed at him.

He bit harshly down on his lip carefully contemplating his words.

“Y/N please let me explain-” he pleaded attempting to wrap his arms around you but you slapped his hands away.

“God, I’m so fucking stupid!” you cried feeling disappointed in yourself having let yet another asshole break your heart. You should have listened to Sarah.

“It was fake at first but it’s not anymore! I fucking love you, please you’re all I have-” he spoke, desperately trying to reach out to you again.

“I don’t give a shit whether you love me or not JJ, it doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been lying to me since the beginning of our fucking relationship”

He didn’t say anything.

“How much?” you asked, your voice bitter as you stared up at him.

“Y/N I don’t-” he began but you but you cut him off.

“How fucking much JJ!” you demanded.

“Hundred dollars” he shamefully hung his head as he turned to look away from you, not bareing to see the look on your face.

A. Hundred. Fucking. Dollars.

You let out a painful sob at his words, you’d never felt so utterly betrayed in your entire life, this felt a million times worse then when Rafe had cheated on you because you truly believed that what you and JJ had was real.

“You’re disgusting!” you furiously yelled starting to hit his chest over and over again hoping to get a rise out of him but he just stood still closing his eyes, his own tears now free falling down his cheeks. “I hate you” you yelled in between sobs, “fucking do something, say something!” you demanded now starting to push him.

“Y/N please” his voice was barely audible as he looked down at you, before grabbing both your wrists halting your movements.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” you yelled trying your best to wriggle out of his grip but he wouldn’t let you go.

“I love you” he whimpered.

“And I don’t care” you spoke coldly, finally managing to slip out of his grasp, backing away from him “I never want to see you again” your voice was low and barely audible, but he heard it although he wished he hadn’t.

“Please don’t do this” he begged trying his hardest to hold himself together but he could feel himself break more and more with every word you spoke.

“And I had to find out from Rafe” you scoffed, shaking your head.

“I’m so sorry Y/N please I-I’ll do anything just-” he cut himself off as a sob tore through his throat. He’d never craved your touch as much as he did right now, he wanted to hug you tell you he loved you, because he did, he really fucking did.

“I hope it was worth it,” you spat at him before walking around him and disappearing behind the movie screen ignoring his desperate cries pleading for you to come back.

“Fuck!” he yelled once you were out of view his fists repeatedly colliding with the tree next to him before his entire hand was covered in blood. His movements eventually slowed down as he began to sob profusely, his back coming in contact with the tree as he slid down it.

Kiara and Pope had no idea what the hell they were supposed to do having witnessed the entire thing. Pope decided to go to JJ whilst pointing Kiara in your direction and she nodded understanding what he meant quickly turning to find you.

“Hey man, it’ll be okay,” Pope attempted to comfort JJ sitting down next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I really fucked up.”

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It was dark and hard to breathe, but he was alive. It was pure luck, the falling rocks landing in a manner that had him cocooned by them, a small space just for his vital organs. His left arm wasn’t so lucky, crushed and trapped under a few rocks, he had to get it free first. Careful not to pop the bubble he was in, he extracted his arm. The only thing that appeared broken was his wrist but it was hard to tell in the light he had and the fact that his shoulder was dislocated. It had gotten yanked out when the rocks fell and pulled his trapped limb. 

Now he had to figure out how to get out of his coffin, pushing slightly on the ones before him. He wouldn’t be so lucky that only a thin layer of rock was between him and freedom. Pulling one at a time, he was running out of space to put them. And he was hurt and tired. 

It became clear to him, he was going to starve to death before he made it out.

He wasn’t giving up, just resting. That’s what he told himself as he sat on the ruble under him. Cradling his arm, he tried not to think about Kagome but it was impossible. If he had been focused, then maybe he wouldn’t be in this mess now. But there was nothing he could do about that now, so what harm was there in thinking about her?

A lot. A lot of harm as her smile came into his mind because he realized he would probably never see it again. 

No, he couldn’t think like that. He couldn’t think about her. It only distracted him and made him weak. 

Getting back to his feet, he got back to work. Endless and terrible, he made little headway when he started hearing voices. He must have hit his head a few times, it did sting a bit. Two voices now, they reminded him of Miroku and Myoga. Of course, his mind would make him hear their voices. Why couldn’t he hear Kagome’s? That would be nice, her voice in his head as the last thing he ‘heard’.

The sound of rocks falling started to make it over the voices, his bubble was caving in on him. That’s what he thought, but when he braced himself as best he could, nothing happened even though the sound continued. 

Light peeked through the rocks and he slowly got his wits about him to look through the small hole that appeared. “There you are, my Lord.”

Never had he been so happy to see Myoga’s round and wrinkled face. “Hey…”

“Step back, things might get a little...wild.”

He couldn’t see him, but he heard Miroku and stood back. For a thin guy, Miroku was surprisingly strong when he needed to be. This was something he had known for years but it never ceased to amaze him. Several minutes later, he was breathing in fresh air, and soft cold flakes fell on his skin. He had no clue how long he’d been in there but it felt like days and there was no light in the sky. 

“We have to get across the rockslide to get home.”

He groaned with Myoga’s information, not a word said otherwise as the two of them took a side. Nearly lifting him, the three of them began their journey in the dark with snow. A small slip could break bones or crack skulls so they were silent the entire time, focusing on their feet and the rock path beneath them.

Dawn was just breaking when they reached the other side, sliding down it from time to time thanks to exhaustion. When they reached more level and stable ground, they all fell to the ground, panting.

“Where are the rest of the men?”

The rocks covered a small portion of the pass, enough to bury several people and he had a feeling that’s where many of his men were. Only a few bodies littered the pass before them but he doubted all of them were under the rocks.

“Those that survived left already I suppose. With no proof of life and their lives on the line, they fled.”

“But you two stayed. Even with your injuries.”

Miroku was sporting a bad cut across his brow and a limp. Myoga had gashes on his back that ripped his coat and shirt, leaving him exposed to the elements. It was hard to believe the three of them would make it home as they were but they sure as hell would try.

Myoga took a few steps ahead of them and visibly stiffened. “What is it, old man?”

Ignoring his jab and attempt to lighten the mood, Myoga searched around the limited space. “I smell tar.”

He really must have hit his head because not only could he not smell anything, he couldn’t focus on his surroundings. The snow blurred together and made the shapes more like shadows. Shadows that moved.

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Masterlist of Amedot Moments & Tidbits

This is a post I originally made and maintained starting around the time Beta came out, but accidentally deleted it recently (rip the hundreds of notes it had accumulated). Luckily, I was able to find an earlier version via Google Cache, so behold: the edited masterlist, ten whole pages long in Google Docs. As of 1/30/2021, this contains every moment from the show and comics and won’t be updated unless more media is released in the future. 

If you can think of anything I might’ve missed, please let me know! Reblogs are obviously welcome. I’ve also got a video of all amedot moments in the show if that interests you. Amedot rights!

IRL

Amethyst and peridot gemstones are commonly paired together in jewelry, similar to how ruby and sapphire (a canon couple) are.

There has been a fair bit of art of them drawn by the crew. There are multiple pieces of them interacting by Danny Cragg, Maya Peterson has drawn art of them (she has an amedot tag of her own art on her tumblr, plus some other romantically suggestive art of them together), Nicole Rodriguez has drawn shippy art of them (she doesn’t have an amedot tag, but some can be found in her peridot tag), comic writer Grace Kraft has drawn them (she has a tag), and Rebecca Sugar has drawn them together, too.

Catch and Release

When Peridot is running up the stairs, Amethyst pulls out her whip and says “Hey” to Peridot in a rather provocative tone. 

Too Far

Peridot is obviously desperate for Amethyst to pay attention to her and see her as cool. She made jokes about the other gems to impress her (even if she was unknowingly being rude) and said to Steven that she thought she was being “cool” by doing so, and tries to make Amethyst laugh with her names for things (ex. “rythmatic pulverizer”). This behavior is typical of someone who has a crush, and was not just due to Amethyst’s status as a quartz; Peridot argues with and states that she dislikes Jasper, another quartz (and not a defective one, at that).

Peridot was visibly upset when Amethyst didn’t find her funny and said she felt “smaller” when Amethyst gave her the cold shoulder.

Peridot goes out of her way to save Amethyst from the drill head, even managing to break her leash in effort to do so. 

After saving Amethyst, Peridot is shown to have fallen on her; that and her reaction seem to reference the anime trope where the character will fall on their love interest and immediately become flustered.

Peridot’s apology at the end of the episode! This is probably the most heartfelt apology she’s given (compared to her actions at the end of Back to the Barn and throughout Barn Mates), and she specifically calls Amethyst “the best gem here”. She also admits that she was in the wrong with her statements and this is the first time she does so – compare with Back to the Barn, where she acts like Pearl needed to prove herself to her before Peridot could apologize. In that way, this was a huge turn for her character.

That little exchange of smiles at the end. It’s adorable.

Steven’s Birthday

Amethyst invites Peridot to join them and even blows up a cute lil Peridot-shaped balloon.

It Could’ve Been Great

Peridot tries to impress Amethyst with her knowledge about gems (specifically how they immediately adjust to the gravity of any planetoid), and is disappointed/surprised when Amethyst doesn’t find it interesting.

Peridot tries to compliment Amethyst by saying that the Beta Kindergarten was nowhere near as impressive as the Kindergarten Amethyst originated from.

Message Received 

Aside from Steven, Amethyst was the most visibly upset at Peridot’s betrayal, likely due to how close they were.

Log Date 7 15 2

When trying on the paint cans Steven gives to her, Peridot is shown to want to impress Amethyst with her new height. She also wants to show it off to Pearl, but she’s specifically trying to help Amethyst, whereas it’s just her height she wants to show Pearl; she wants Pearl to see how tall she is, and wants Amethyst to see how capable she is and actually wants to do something to actively help her.

If we assume Peridot’s shipping chart represents the gems, and that the green is Peridot and the purple is Amethyst, it is clearly shown that they are paired together. 

Peridot’s descriptions seem to imply that Percy and Pierre represent Peridot and Amethyst respectively, and she obviously thinks those two belong together. At the very least, the pairs have similarities. 

Amethyst says that she uses shapeshifting to be cool and directly shapeshifts into Peridot, showing that she obviously thinks Peridot is cool.

Amethyst is shown to know Peridot well enough to perfectly mimic her speech patterns, and says that she has been practicing doing so. She also says it’s “hard to beat the original”, to which Peridot responds to by blushing and giggling.

Peridot states that she finds Amethyst’s company entertaining.

Barn Mates

Peridot seems to be picking up some phrasing from spending time with Amethyst, directly referenced in the “Holy smokes!” scene.

Hit the Diamond

As soon as Peridot says that she’s scared, Amethyst immediately decides to ambush the Rubies in her defense.

Too Short to Ride

Peridot shows off her tablet-velcro innovation to Amethyst, attempting to impress her again.

Amethyst tries to win Peridot’s desired prize for her.

Amethyst gives a whole little speech to Peridot about how they like her for who she is, which shows that Amethyst genuinely likes Peridot for who she is and wants her to enjoy herself.

Amethyst tries to throw away Peridot’s tablet. While not necessarily the right thing to do, she was still trying to help Peridot in doing so. This also unintentionally means that Amethyst is the reason Peridot discovered her powers.

Amethyst also casually touches Peridot a lot throughout this episode (ex. putting her arm around her shoulders). Peridot doesn’t seem to mind this, in stark contrast to how she reacts when Mr. Smiley touched her.

Beta

Peridot is obviously very excited to see Amethyst; she runs down to see her, arms open wide, shouting her name happily.

Peridot is excited to show her art off to Amethyst (and specifically Amethyst).

When Steven tells Peridot why Amethyst is upset, Peridot doesn’t hold her attitude against her and immediately tries to make her feel better by telling her that she’s better than Jasper and insulting Jasper’s Kindergarten. I mean, it’s not the best way of comforting someone, but Peridot hasn’t been shown to be particularly good at comforting people.

This episode makes Amethyst the first person for Peridot to give affectionate nicknames (Ams, Big A).

Peridot is also obviously more physical with Amethyst (for example, putting her arm around Amethyst’s shoulder) similar to how Amethyst was with her in Too Short to Ride, even though Peridot seems to be have an aversion with physical contact except with those she is very close with.

Earthlings

Peridot seemed particularly worried when Amethyst left to fight Jasper, even more so than Steven did.

They both seemed to share a mutual desire to protect one another. Even so, they were also trying to protect Steven, so this doesn’t necessarily solely indicate romantic interest.

Back to the Moon

When Amethyst walked away from Peridot during Doc’s rant, Peridot reached out to her for a few moments. 

The Kindergarten Kid

Given Peridot’s previous attempts to impress Amethyst, her behavior at the beginning of the episode seems to be in attempt to show off to her. She may also be trying to show off to the other three Crystal Gems as well, but she specifically says some things in response to Amethyst and has tried to impress her more in the past than the others, so this is possibly directed more at her.

Amethyst is the most clearly insulted by Peridot’s comments at the beginning of the episode, showing that she really does care about her opinion. However, she forgives her after Peridot beats the corrupted gem and admits her misjudgments.

Amethyst is the first to compliment Peridot’s ability to bubble.

Last One Out of Beach City

When they arrive at the party, Amethyst tells Pearl to talk to a nerd. While this isn’t necessarily just referring to Amethyst and Peridot’s own relationship, it could be interpreted that way, as Amethyst calls Peridot a nerd rather frequently.

Adventures in Light Distortion

Amethyst seems to be actively listening to and taking interest in Peridot’s comments about the space ship, shown further when she refers to Peridot saying the gravity engine “bends reality”. While not necessarily romantic, it does show how their relationship has developed since It Could’ve Been Great, when she mostly ignores Peridot’s similar comments.

The New Crystal Gems

When Lapis says she doesn’t know who Amethyst is, Peridot seems visibly annoyed.

Peridot indirectly states that she thinks Amethyst has a good sense of humor (an opinion which she has voiced multiple times before).

Back to the Kindergarten

Amethyst’s entire motivation in this episode is to cheer Peridot up; she obviously cares a lot about her wellbeing and emotional health. It is obviously very effective, as Peridot begins to feel better throughout the episode in direct response to Amethyst’s actions, which goes to show just how well Amethyst knows her, and how much Peridot cares about Amethyst’s opinion.

The first time Peridot smiles since the beginning of her depression is in direct response to Amethyst complimenting her. She’s also very visibly blushing.

The two are essentially flirting throughout the entire episode. Amethyst poses while leaning against a wall while complimenting Peridot resulting in the above reaction, they joke with each other while gardening, and at one point Peridot can be heard speaking passionately to Amethyst about their project while Amethyst smiles at her with half-closed eyes. Amethyst replies, “Oh yeah?” in a tone that sounds very obviously flirtatious.

Again, Amethyst is shown to casually touch Peridot a lot; she puts her hand on her shoulder and even picks her up and carries her at one point. Again, Peridot is perfectly okay with it.

The gardening project happened because of Amethyst, and ultimately is what taught Peridot that even when some things are beyond saving, there is always hope to be found somewhere, and sometimes you have to move on. This is another major character development for her - again, one caused directly by Amethyst.

Letters to Lars

Amethyst and Peridot are seen doing improv together and seem to consistently agree with and encourage each other. While this isn’t necessarily romantic, it does show that they have been spending a good deal of time together casually offscreen.

Can’t Go Back

While Lapis is spying on the Crystal Gems on Earth, Peridot can be seen looking upset. Amethyst approaches Garnet and Pearl in what seems to be a worried way, and the three of them talk to Peridot, who eventually seems to brighten up. It seems like Amethyst noticed that Peridot was upset and came to the others with her concerns, leading to them cheering Peridot up, making her the direct cause in Peridot’s change in attitude and showing, again, that she cares for her emotional state.

As the Crystal Gems walk away, the projection of Peridot is the first to walk through Lapis, followed by Amethyst. This could be symbolism; Peridot is moving on from Lapis and her sadness over her leaving, with help from and while forging a stronger relationship with Amethyst.

Made of Honor

Amethyst and Peridot are seen standing together and casually interacting on multiple occasions throughout the episode - more than either with anyone else.

At one point, Peridot leans back on a chair while talking to Amethyst before falling over. The way it’s posed looks like a pretty textbook example of flirting (… and then making a fool out of oneself in attempt to flirt).

At the end of the episode, Amethyst puts her arm around Peridot’s shoulder. This is, yet again, an example of how physical they are with each other.

Reunited

Like in Made of Honor, Amethyst and Peridot are seen standing together and casually interacting multiple times onscreen. 

Peridot is very physical with Amethyst in this episode, grabbing her arm and hiding behind her and pushing her in attempt to help push Steven’s shield. This shows again how physical they are with each other, and again shows that Peridot is very comfortable being physical with Amethyst (noticeably more so than with any other character at this point) despite her aversion to contact.

They can be seen bragging to each other about how they attacked Blue Diamond. Bismuth is also there, but they noticeably seem to be directing their boasts at each other.

Change Your Mind

Peridot and Amethyst seem to be taking inspiration from each other on their new regenerations. Amethyst has a triangle shape around her gem now, and Peridot has her stars on her knees like Amethyst’s old designs.

After the battle with White Diamond, Peridot immediately runs over to Amethyst and practically tackle hugs her. This is far more physical than she’s been with anyone else before in the series, and they both seem genuinely overjoyed to be with each other. Amethyst also holds her hand up right beforehand, either to wave or high five her.

Steven Universe: The Movie

When Amethyst recovers from Spinel’s attack, Peridot doesn’t initially realize that she’s back to normal and reacts very strongly upon seeing her, exclaiming that she can’t bear to see Amethyst “vacant and bereft of personality”. Interestingly, Peridot doesn’t seem affected at all to see Ruby, Sapphire, Garnet, or Pearl in such a state, but she’s so upset by the sight of Amethyst reduced to a shell of herself that she physically refuses to look at her.

In addition, Peridot immediately changes attitude and reacts excitedly when Amethyst tells her that she’s back to normal, despite the fact that the world is in dire threat of destruction.

When the gems are seen working on repairing the city towards the end of the movie, Peridot can be seen riding inside of Amethyst (who is shape shifted into a crane) to put up the donut on the Big Donut. They share a wink and a smile while doing this. It would have been just as easy for Amethyst to put it up on her own; Peridot isn’t really doing much to help, she’s just chilling there to hang out with Amethyst.

Bluebird

Throughout the episode, Amethyst and Peridot are the only two characters to point out that Steven likes tomato soup. Of course, this isn’t really evidence and by no means indicates anything romantic, but it does highlight how similar their thought patterns have become in certain ways. It’s reminiscent of the “Holy smokes!” scene back in Barn Mates.

Everything’s Fine

Peridot mentions to Steven that Amethyst told her that he was prohibited from messing with plants. Since Steven Universe: Future focuses so heavily on Steven, the other gems don’t interact all that much, but this makes it clear that Amethyst and Peridot, at least, are hanging out offscreen.

2017-Present Comic Series

Please note that all the comics are written by different people, and are considered “level 2 canon”; rather, not inherently canon but you’re free to consider them canon as long as they don’t contradict the show. Any italicized points are from entirely non-canon comics that directly contradict the show in some way. Even the non-italicized ones are not necessarily canon, however.

All throughout Issue 4 (in which Amethyst, Peridot, and Steven visit a renaissance fair together), Amethyst and Peridot are continuously very physical with each other, especially Amethyst towards Peridot.

When Steven calls Peridot cute, Amethyst can be seen blushing and holding her hands up to her face in a way that shows her clearly gushing over how “cute” Peridot is. While this is pretty typical behavior for Steven regarding cute things, it really isn’t for Amethyst; she just thinks Peridot is that adorable.

Amethyst is very excited when Peridot wins a joust, notably more so than Steven.

In Issue 9 (in which Vidalia gives Peridot and Lapis art lessons), Amethyst models for them. Peridot is notably very enthusiastic while illustrating her.

Amethyst seems concerned for Peridot specifically when she and Lapis start arguing.

In Issue 11 (in which Steven, Lapis, and Peridot take part in a cooking competition), Peridot runs into Amethyst at the competition and is especially happy to see her.

In Issue 17 (aka Peridot Becomes A Gamer), Amethyst is the first of the Crystal Gems to try to convince Peridot to get out and do stuff.

She also seems to be cheering for Peridot during her match against Pearl.

Although Peridot had been entirely immersed in the video game when the others first approached her and then smug during her match against Pearl, she actually indulges in some genuinely lighthearted banter with Amethyst before their match. She actually seems pretty happy, despite the context of the comic. In turn, she also reacts downright fondly when Amethyst loses. 

Amethyst is also the first to comfort Peridot when she admits that she’s been using video games to cope with Lapis leaving, and in turn opens up to her a bit in attempt to empathize. 

In Issue 33 (in which Peridot introduces Amethyst and Pearl to Camp Pining Hearts), Amethyst is the first to approach her and asks to watch the show with her.

Amethyst and Pearl make Peridot blush when they agree to continue watching CPH with her.

It’s Amethyst’s comment about Percy and Paulette’s lack of chemistry that gets Peridot excited; she blushes and gets the star effect in her eyes.

Harmony

Peridot and Amethyst are seen paired together throughout the course of the comics, walking close to each other, sitting together inside the Harmony Core, etc.

There’s a panel where Peridot’s Twitter is visible, and Amethyst is, interestingly, the only other gem visible in her image gallery.

Camp Pining Play

At one point during rehearsal, Amethyst comes up behind Peridot and announces herself while sparkling.

Peridot is clearly impressed and enthusiastic about Amethyst’s acting abilities. 

Crystal Clean

Similarly to in Harmony, Peridot and Amethyst are often paired together.

Amethyst is also physical with Peridot like in the show, grabbing Peridot’s arm once she gets onto the warp pad at one point, which Peridot doesn’t seem to mind.

Directly after this, when they warp back into the temple, Amethyst seems to be standing in front of Peridot in a protective position.

Misc.

Peridot and Amethyst’s relationship has been consistently shown to advance the plot and cause them to develop as people – it is undebatable that they are important to each other’s characters and the plot as a whole.

Amethyst has more nicknames for Peridot over the course of a few episodes than she has for any other character, including characters like Steven and Pearl who she has known for the entire series.

Overall, there are actually quite a few parallels to rupphire (one saving the other soon after meeting (Too Far and The Answer, with one even being followed directly by the other, drawing further attention to this), both couples being short with somewhat opposing color schemes, one being higher ranked and the other lower ranked on the gem caste system, one acting on emotions and the other one logic, etc.) The parallel is strengthened in Steven Universe: The Movie, when Sapphire saves Ruby from a berserk pizza cutter; this scene is even more similar to the drill scene from Too Far.

As with rupphire, amedot also parallels conniverse in the sense that one saved the other when they had very little knowledge of each other, both are short in stature with somewhat opposing dispositions, etc.

Relating to the former two points, Rebecca Sugar has called the act of saving another in such a way as was done in The Answer as “ridiculously romantic”. Given all the parallels with two of the show’s largest ships and then this…

[my-robot-heart]

I don't know how well you handle multiple song recs at once. And I don't know if anyone's suggested these songs by BANNERS either. But I'm offering them now lest I forget them in the future 😂.

Where The Shadow Ends and Into The Storm (like Red's promise of being there for Lizzy in literally a heartbeat no matter what, even if he is half way around the world). Safe (saving each other and being each other's safe space), and No One Knows Us (a world where they are just in their own world, where they aren't being targeted for attempted assassination 24/7 and just be them).

Hiii Anon, Ugh so sorry you are getting my second draft of this reply which I was almost finished with and then deleted and now have to try to remember what I was saying 🥲

Basically I don't have any way of tracking which songs have already been recommended sooo you could potentially keep sending the same ones and unless I remembered them I'd just reply as though it was my first time seeing them 😅 let's say this is the first time I've seen these.

Where the shadow ends

Can you see the broken rays of light

Calling through the dead of night

And I know that I'll see you again

Where the shadow ends

This one makes me think of ray being Raymond lol and you can't tell me different.

Into the storm

Know you're always in my heart

Anywhere you go

The truth™.

Safe

When it gets heavy, sometimes I've got doubts

And I'm just trying keep these shadows out

I've been thinking myself to death

You're calling me home like a ship that got wrecked

Pretty much loving these lyrics for Red.

No one knows us

I need you closer

Can we go somewhere

No one knows us

Leave our world behind

We can hold up in a motel room

In Arizona

Ummm yes? Lol serious on the run/undercover vibes for that one. I feel like I could write a fic based on this lyric haha.

In conclusion thanks again for sending these and RIP my original post which we will agree to say was much funnier, more eloquent, and more coherent in general than this second one, my dear stetson hat!

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Truth or Dare Part 10 - Diavolo’s Ending/Finale

Arianthi adjusts to her new life as a demon.  Changes are coming to the Devildom, and the trio must decide if they will face them together.

Written from the perspective of my female OC Arianthi.

Mood List:

Adam Lambert - Feel Something Luke Evans - The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face Karl Loxley - Never Enough Lukaas Graham - Love Someone Jonathan Young - For the Dancing and the Dreaming (cover)

I hold my breath, bracing for whatever is about to happen.  Then I hear a very familiar giggle. 

“Asmo?”  I wiggle out of Diavolo’s grip and see Mammon’s brothers standing in the doorway, gawping at us.

Barbatos pushes his way through them, breathing a little harder than usual.  “Apologies, my lord.  I did try to stop them.”

“No need for you to apologize Barbatos,” Diavolo says, scowling at Lucifer.

I look over at Mammon.  He’s pressed himself flush against Diavolo’s back, eyeing his brothers warily.  

Well then.  

“Um, Barbatos?  Maybe we could talk about everything that has happened over breakfast?  I can come help you as soon as I’m dressed.”

“Of course, Arianthi.  I’ll begin preparations.”  He spares one last annoyed look for the brothers before turning and stalking out of the room.

“I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you have an excellent reason for barging into our bedroom.  Especially given your behavior the last time we were all together.”  Diavolo’s tone is frosty.

“Our bedroom?”  Asmo raises his eyebrows and giggles again.  “Big brother I am positively green with envy.”  

He bounds towards us, sitting at the foot of our bed.  “I’ll admit when you said you were all in a relationship I didn’t imagine it being so cozy.”

“Not to distract from our original reason for being here, but when did one of you learn to throw fire?”  Satan asks, examining a scorch mark on the wall next to the door.  

He turns to look at Mammon and Diavolo, arching one delicate eyebrow, and they both shake their heads, shrugging.

The three of us look at each other in confusion.  Then the boys look at me, light dawning in their eyes.

“No way!”  I whisper, grinning.  I look down at my hands.  “That is so fucking cool.”

“It must have been an instinctual reaction when they barged in and you brought your hand up,” Diavolo whispers back.  “We’ll look into it after breakfast.”

Asmo looks at us curiously.  “So if it wasn’t Mammon, and it wasn’t Diavolo, and it couldn’t have been Arianthi...........  Are you three hiding someone else under there?”  

He gives us a mischievous smirk and reaches towards the blankets, making a move to pull them back.    

“Asmo stop!”  Unbidden, my tail snakes out and smacks his hand away from the blankets.  

“Ow!”  Asmo whines, pulling his hand back.

“Oh hell,” Mammon groans, laying down and pulling a pillow over his face.

Fuck.  

I quickly close my eyes and relax, tail vanishing. 

Satan’s eyes widen.  “Is there someone else here?”

Lucifer tilts his head to the side, looking at me carefully.  After a few seconds his brow furrows and his mouth forms a perfect O.  “Arianthi what did you do?”

Diavolo mutters something under his breath, his irritation evident.  “I believe I asked a question Lucifer.  My partners are in need of some peace and quiet.  And you are distinctly unwelcome here.”  His eyes narrow.

Beel pushes forward hesitantly.  “We had a bad feeling Lord Diavolo,” he says softly.

“A bad feeling?”  Diavolo looks unimpressed.

“Like something was wrong.  A feeling that Mammon is in trouble and needs us,” Belphie explains, eyeing Diavolo with distaste, his face clearly relaying that he thinks Diavolo is the reason that Mammon may be in trouble.

“We all felt it,” Levi adds.  “We were worried about him.”

Mammon slowly sits up.  “Really?  You guys came here just because ya were worried about me?”

Lucifer takes half a step forward.  “Are you alright Mammon?  The feeling is very strong, even now.”

Satan points back at the scorch mark on the wall.  “I’d still like an explanation for that.”

Mammon heaves a sigh, looking at me and Diavolo, asking a silent question.  I shrug my shoulders.  Diavolo rolls his eyes before reluctantly nodding.

“Asmo, get off the damn bed.  And all of ya turn around,” Mammon demands.  “Ya don’t need to be lookin’ at Diavolo and Arianthi like that.  They’re mine, ya hear me?”

Diavolo and I smile at Mammon’s declaration, climbing out of bed after the brothers’ backs are turned.  The boys pull on sweats and I shrug on one of Diavolo’s tank tops and a yank on a pair of Mammon’s shorts.

“Ok, you can turn around,” I say.

“What’s going on Mammon?”  Beel asks worriedly.

“Did something happen to you?”  Lucifer gives Diavolo a dirty look.  “Did he do something to you?”

“You -” Diavolo moves towards Lucifer, but Mammon puts a hand on his arm and shakes his head. 

“I’m fine Lucifer,” Mammon says.  He hesitates, debating how much to tell them.

“We might as well tell them everything beloved,” Diavolo sighs, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

“Probably just easier to show them right?”  I look over at them.

Diavolo nods and Mammon reaches towards my shirt, ripping open the back.  

“Sorry,” he tells Diavolo, wincing.

“Don’t apologize,” Diavolo murmurs, kissing his cheek and smiling at him softly.

Asmo squeals and claps his hands.  “Adorable!”

Mammon tugs down the back of my shorts a little.  

“Alright, go ahead and show ‘em baby,” he says, stepping back to give me some room.

I close my eyes, concentrating.  I feel a telltale pinching sensation, then the weight of my wings and tail.  I spread my wings and shake them out, ruffling my feathers.  

“Oh.  My.  Dad.”  Levi looks like he’s going to hyperventilate.  

The twins surge towards me eagerly, examining my new appendages.  

“This is so cool,” Belphie says gleefully.

“You’re like us now?”  Beel smiles.

I nod, shyly returning the smile.

Satan walks around me in a slow circle.  

“May I?”  He hesitantly reaches a hand towards one of my wings.

“Yeah, go for it.”

He strokes one finger delicately over the curves and dips of my wing, tracing the outlines of a few feathers.

“These are almost as beautiful as mine,” Asmo says, clearly thrilled.  “Can you imagine how stunning we’d look together?  I need a picture for my Devilgram.  As soon as possible!”

Lucifer looks like he’s aged ten years in the past two minutes.  “What did you three do?”

“Technically Solomon did it,” Mammon grumbles.

“Oooh Solomon is here too?”  Asmo perks up at the mention of the sorcerer’s name.

I feel a migraine rapidly approaching from the brothers’ general vicinity.  

“Ok everyone,” I say, clapping my hands.  “You guys go down to the smaller dining room, I’ll help Barbatos finish breakfast, and Mammon and Dia can explain what’s going on.  Asmo, you go get Solomon.  He needs to be there too.  I know you know where his bedroom is.”  

Lucifer looks like he wants to protest, but Beel’s stomach rumbles, distracting him.  

“Fine,” he mutters, turning to lead the way out of our bedroom.

“Give us a few minutes to get some real clothes on and we’ll be right down,” I shout after them.  “And Levi, if I see anything about this posted online you’ll have to answer to Dia!”

“Deleting it now!”  Levi calls back.

After they’ve left I shut the door and turn to Diavolo and Mammon.  “Well that could have gone worse, yeah?”

“I admire your eternal optimism princess,” Diavolo mutters, heading to the closet.

Mammon pulls a shirt over his head and attempts to smooth down his hair with his hands while I shift back into my human form.  I follow Diavolo into the walk-in closet and silently watch him get dressed. 

“Something on your mind princess?”  He asks me, buttoning the cuffs of his shirt.

“How are you feeling?”  I ask him quietly.

“I’ve had better weeks.”  

“Dia....”  I don’t know what to say, so I reach out to rub his arm comfortingly.  

“Don’t do that!”  Diavolo snaps at me, shaking off my hand.  “Don’t “Dia” me right now Arianthi.  This isn’t something you can make better with a cute smile and kiss.  I need to figure out what we’re going to do about all this.  What we’re going to tell the rest of the court.  How we’re going to deal with my father now.”

I nod silently, quickly changing into a pair of jeans and my own t-shirt, and going back into the bedroom.  

“I’m going to go help Barbatos,” I mumble to Mammon.  “Diavolo’s almost ready.”  

I’m out the door before he’s able to respond.

I slip into the kitchen without drawing attention from Lucifer and the others.  

Barbatos is standing at the counter, whisking eggs and manning the waffle maker.  I wash my hands and move beside him, starting to peel and slice fruit.

“Why don’t you go out in the dining room with the others Barbatos?  I can finish making breakfast,”  I offer.

“Are you sure?”  He looks startled.

“Positive.  You’ve earned a break after the past 48 hours.”  I sigh.  “And I could use a little time alone.”

Barbatos stops whisking.  “How are you handling everything Arianthi?”

I don’t look up from the peach I’m slicing.  “I don’t know Barbatos.  Last night we were just so happy everyone made it out alive.  Today is a different story.  Mammon is happy.  Diavolo is ........tense.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I’ll make you a deal.  You go out there with the others and let me finish breakfast, and I’ll answer you after we’re done eating.”

Barbatos gives me a small smirk.  “Deal accepted.”

I give him a small wave goodbye, then throw myself into making breakfast.  The kitchen is silent except for the sizzle of eggs and bacon on the stove and my knife against the cutting board.  I eye the eggs, trying to decide if there will be enough for everyone.  

I’ve already made Beel his own private mountain of waffles but............. I should add some more eggs just to be safe.  

I wander over to the fridge, searching for more eggs.  I shuffle things around, irritation steadily rising.  

Stupid fucking eggs.  Stupid fucking breakfast.  Stupid fucking Diavolo.  

I fish out two cartons of eggs and slam the refrigerator door closed, using more force than strictly necessary.

Who does he think he is?  Wow he’s so fancy, he’s so smart, he’s the Prince of the Devildom.  What a dick.  I need to figure out what we’re going to do.  I.  Not we need to figure it out.  I. 

My dark thoughts about Diavolo continue as I scramble another two dozen eggs for Beel.  I start slamming platters, silverware, and plates onto serving trays.  I walk back to the fridge to bring out a few pitchers of juice.  I’m reaching in to grab the first pitcher when I hear a soft movement behind me.

“I’m literally one minute away from bringing out the food Beel,” I say without turning around.  

When I don’t get a response I roll my eyes and take a pitcher in each hand, turning around to kick the fridge door shut behind me.  As soon as I turn around I’m face to face with a demon I’ve never seen before. 

In my surprise the pitchers drop from my hands, but the other demon reaches forward and catches them effortlessly.  

“I’m sorry if I startled you, my dear,” he apologizes.

“Who are you?  Why are you here?”  I demand.  My fingertips tingle and I see small sparks flickering from them.  

Not the time, freaky new demon powers.  Not the time.

He notices too, and grins at me.  “I’m Arawn.  Who might you be my lovely?  Not a servant surely?”

I study him carefully.  He looks to be in his mid-forties and he’s tall as Diavolo, muscular but slender.  Snow white hair brushes his shoulders, and he tucks a stray lock behind his ear as I look him over.  Sensual, full lips, high cheekbones, aquiline nose, perfectly tanned skin.  His eyes are the shade of warm honey.

Total DILF.   

I start to smile at him as our eyes meet, and bite down on my lower lip playfully.  “Pleasure to meet you Arawn.”

His eyes roam appreciatively over me.  “I assure you the pleasure is all mine.”

Daddy.  DAD-DY.  

Unconsciously I reach up to twirl a strand of hair around one finger, my eyes never leaving Arawn.  

I wonder how old he really is.  I bet he’s got some tricks..... No, that’s not right.  

My eyes widen and I shake my head.  

“What did you do to me?”  I narrow my eyes at him.  “How long have you been here?  Were you doing this earlier when I was angry?”

He smiles at me in delight.  “Most don’t even realize when I’ve been toying with their thoughts or emotions, let alone shut me out right in the middle of it.  How very clever.”

I meet his eyes again.  Golden eyes, like amber sparking in the sun.  

So familiar, but .......

“Oh shit,” I breathe, eyes darting to the doorway that leads out to the dinning room.  

“What’s that my lovely?”  Arawn quirks an eyebrow at me.

“You’re Dia’s dad.”  

Arawn’s face tenses slightly at the nickname.

“I am Prince Diavolo’s father.”  He pauses.  “How do you know my son?”  

I motion at the pitchers he’s holding and the trays on the counter.  

“I’m making Lord Diavolo breakfast right now.  I apologize for not recognizing you, Your Highness.”  I bow my head.  

Don’t mess this up bitch.  Play the servant.  Make it out to the dining room.  Get to Mammon and Diavolo.

Arawn visibly relaxes.  “I’m sorry for interrupting your duties my dear.” 

“Please don’t apologize Your Highness.  He’s having breakfast with several demon lords this morning.  I’m sure he’d be thrilled if you were to join them.”  

Please say yes, please say yes.

He smiles at me.  “What a delightful idea.”

“If you would like to go to the dining room I’ll be bringing breakfast out shortly.”

“Nonsense.  I’ll help you bring things out.  It will be a fun little surprise.”  

Fuck.  

“Of course your highness.  That would be most appreciated.”

Arawn gives me a another charming smile.  

“Here lovely.”  He hands me the pitchers.  “I’ll carry out the trays.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” 

He motions for me to walk ahead of him before taking a tray in each hand.  I push the door to the dining room open and walk to the table.  

Mammon is the first one to look up from the intense conversation that’s taking place.  

“Hey ba-”  He sees Arawn behind me and scowls.  “Who are you?”

His question draws the attention of everyone else at the table, and one by one every head comes up to look at me and Arawn.  I’m frozen, very aware of the heat of his body as he stands close behind me.

Diavolo’s expression hardens as he stands and looks at his father.  “Arianthi get over here.  Right now.”  

I set the juice down on the table next to Levi and hurry to Diavolo’s side.

“Are you ok?  Did he hurt you?”  He quickly checks me over before moving me behind him.  

Arawn chuckles.  “Please, Diavolo.  You should know I would never harm one of your servants.  Especially one this adorable.”

“Father -”

Everyone at the table tenses as they realize who Arawn is.  Asmo shifts in his chair to put himself between Solomon and Arawn.

“I did expect a warmer welcome Diavolo.”  Arawn sets the trays he’s carrying down on the table.  

Beel unobtrusively pulls the trays over in front of himself, keeping one eye on Arawn.

“You’ll forgive me father, but I have heard some rather troubling rumors surrounding your reasons for returning.”  

Arawn’s gaze sweeps over the table, settling on Asmo and Solomon.  

“And I have heard some equally troubling things about your rule over the Devildom as of late.”  His tone is flinty, displeasure evident in every word.  “Inviting humans and angels here?  Really Diavolo?”

Diavolo curls his hand into a fist, fingernails digging into his palm.  “You decided to abandon your duties as king.  You left me in charge.  I will not apologize for making changes to improve the Devildom.”

Arawn snorts.  

“Trying to bring the realms together?  Sharing meals with humans?”  He waves a hand at Solomon.  

“Publicly taking two lovers?  Which I have no general objection to, but when one of them is a human?  And you intend to make the human your queen?”

Blood is trickling from Diavolo’s palm now.  I snatch a napkin from the table and start to dab at his hand, stemming the flow of blood.  Mammon stands from his seat and moves to my side.

Arawn smirks.  “You must be the demon my son has become so infatuated with.”

Mammon opens his mouth to retort, but I give his side a small pinch.  He snaps his mouth closed, body vibrating with anger.

“So where is this human?  I’m intrigued to see this girl who has managed to captivate two of the most powerful demons in the Devildom.”

Diavolo and Mammon shift almost imperceptibly, trying to shield me.  The movement doesn’t escape Arawn.

“Are you that worried I’d harm your servant?  Or maybe there’s more to her than meets the eye?”  

There’s a bright flash of light and suddenly Arawn is behind me, gripping my arm tightly.  Everyone sitting at the table is instantly on their feet.

“Oi!” 

“Father!”

Diavolo and Mammon reach for me, but Arawn yanks roughly on my arm and pulls me close to his side.  “Everyone is certainly protective of you my dear.”  

He lowers his face to my hair and presses a soft kiss to my head.  He gives a quiet inhale of surprise, and then a dark chuckle.

“How very, very clever.  Who’s idea was it for you to undergo the transformation ritual?”  He runs one sharp fingernail over my cheek, and I try to suppress a shiver of revulsion.  

Dia’s dad may be hot but everything else about him sucks.

“Let her go.”  Diavolo growls.  

“Now,” Mammon snarls next to him.

Arawn gently runs his fingers down the side of my face, before slowly wrapping his large hand around my throat.  

“You know,  I came here with every intention of snapping your neck,” he says casually, tightening his grip.  

I throttle my urge to panic, staying still, as everyone else in the room takes a step forward, converging on us.

“But you’re one of us now, so I suppose my plans have to change” he muses out loud.  “Do you still have the intention of eventually making her your queen?”  He arches an eyebrow at Diavolo.

“I do,” Diavolo answers tersely. 

“What about that one?”  Arawn waves his free hand towards Mammon, and I hear Lucifer hiss in rage at the flippant way Arawn refers to his younger brother.

“Mammon will remain our partner.  We have no intention of leaving him out of our marriage.”

Oh.  So now there’s a we.  How very fucking convenient Dia.  

I feel Arawn shrug and then he releases me, softly pushing me towards Diavolo.  

“As you wish.  I’ll be going to my room.”  He starts to leave the room, but pauses at the doorway for a moment to look back at us with a smirk.  

“Remember my son, many things can happen before an official engagement is announced.  Before a marriage is consummated.  Or an heir is born.  And until you’re married, I am still king here.”

Everyone lets out a collective breath of relief once he’s out of sight.  I automatically begin rubbing at my neck, trying to erase the feel of Arawn’s hand.

“Anyone else get the feeling he was threatening me?  And literally all the changes Dia has made here?”  I ask.

“Without a doubt,” Satan answers.  “I guess now we know why we all had a feeling Mammon was in trouble.”  

Everyone else looks concerned.

“Are you alright?”  Diavolo asks.

“Did he hurt ya?”  Mammon looks at me worriedly.

“No.  He got into my head for a little while, but I was able to block him once I realized what he was doing,” I answer them.

“Got into your head how?”  Satan asks curiously.

I feel the blush rising in my cheeks and avoid Diavolo’s eyes.

“Thoughts of lust?”  Diavolo guesses.

I nod silently.

“He would do something like that,” he mutters in disgust as Mammon wraps his arms around me possessively.  

“He made me angry at you.  Well, more angry.  Like he was fueling my negative thoughts.”

Diavolo’s gaze softens and he reaches out to stroke my cheek.  “I’m so sorry princess.  I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

I nuzzle my face into his hand and kiss his palm.  “It’s alright Dia.  Let’s eat breakfast and plan our next move.”

An hour later our group splits.  Barbatos goes to clean up the breakfast mess and keep an eye on Arawn.  Beel offers to help Barbatos, wanting to stay close to the kitchen, and Belphie tags along.  

The rest of us move to the library.  I notice that Mammon’s easy manner with his brothers has returned, and I smile to myself, glad that they’ve seemingly made up.

Diavolo, Mammon, Satan, Asmo, and Solomon start combing through books, looking for information on Morrigan and Devildom monarchy laws of succession.

Lucifer and Levi approach me hesitantly.  

“We wanted to offer you our assistance in learning how to master you new abilities,” Lucifer says stiffly.

“And apologize,”  Levi adds.  “We already apologized to Mammon, but we wanted to say we’re sorry to you too.  I’m going to treat Mammon better.  I promise.”

I smile at him.  “Thanks Levi.”

“Leviathan is correct.  I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you.  Or accused you of  colluding with Diavolo to seduce Mammon in an effort to spite me.  I know how much you care for him, and it was a low blow to invalidate your feelings for him.  And you were r-”  

Lucifer pauses, looking like the word is causing him physical pain.  “You were right about how we all treat Mammon.  We will be making an effort to change our behavior.”

“Apology accepted.”

Two hours later I can easily summon and throw small fireballs, and Levi has taught me how control my tail.  

“Mammon!”  I hear Dia call out.  

I turn around and see Mammon, hand outstretched towards a small gold figurine resting on one of the bookshelves.  

“If you put your pretty little fingers on that statue I’m going to spank you.”  Diavolo doesn’t even look up from the book he’s paging through.

Mammon flushes and hastily pulls his hand back as his brothers snicker.  

“It seems Morrigan was telling the truth Arianthi,” Satan says, shoving aside a large pile of scrolls and looking at me.  “She had a certain fondness for human men, and took many on as lovers.  One of your ancestors impregnated her and she gave birth to a half-human son.  After his birth she left the child with his father and returned to the Devildom for a time.  After that there is no other written record of her.”

“And it seems the Celts didn’t only consider her their goddess of war,” Solomon calls out.  He’s sitting in an armchair, Asmo sprawled in his lap.  Solomon reads from the books he’s holding.  

“She was their goddess of fate, birth, and death.  As well as their goddess of fertility.”  Solomon smirks at me as Asmo giggles, giving him a quick kiss.

Mammon sits down in another chair and pulls me into his lap.  “What about you Diavolo?  Did ya find anything new?”

Diavolo shakes his head and tosses away his book in frustration.  “The title of king passes to me upon my marriage.  An heir only solidifies my position as ruler.  If my father decides to undo everything I’ve accomplished before my marriage there’s nothing to stop him.  He is still king.”

“Do you think he’ll try to hurt me now that I’m not human anymore?”  I ask, anxiously gnawing on my thumbnail.

He sighs.  “I don’t know.  He’ll probably try to toy with you, but I doubt he’d seriously try to harm you.  If you were queen he wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you; he’s impulsive but he’s not stupid.  He knows he’d spend his life in the dungeons if he did.”

“So why don’t ya just go ahead and get married?”  Mammon asks, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, gesturing between me and Diavolo.

Diavolo flushes.  “Well, I had hoped,” he stops speaking.  

He clears his throat.  

“I had hoped to make the proposal quite romantic.  And have a long engagement, so you both have time to plan the wedding of your dreams,” he mutters, staring at the floor.

“Both?”  Mammon echoes in surprise.

Lucifer takes pity on Diavolo and begins herding Levi, Satan, Asmo and Solomon out of the room.  

“We’ll go check in with the others,” he says, before firmly shutting the library doors behind them.  

Diavolo sighs and scrubs his hands over his face.  “This is a disaster.”

Mammon and I stay frozen in our chair, unsure what to do or say.

“I understand if either of you do not wish to remain in a relationship with me,” Diavolo mumbles.  “I don’t want to force you into some rushed wedding just because my father has awakened.  You both deserve a proper proposal.  Time to plan the wedding you really want.  Mammon deserves more time to explore his feelings about me.”

Mammon looks at him impassively.  “For a smart guy you’re pretty fuckin’ dumb sometimes.”

“Mammon!”  I flick his ear.

“What?”  He asks, swatting my hand away.  “Our girl became a demon so she could stay with us.  Does that sound like someone who’s gonna run from a little problem like your dad?”

Diavolo huffs out a low laugh and rolls his eyes.  “No.  No, it does not.  And what about you?”

Mammon gives him a crooked grin.  “You’re growin’ on me.  I could probably be persuaded to stick around.”

“Well in that case.”  Diavolo stands up from his chair and walks towards us, pulling me up to stand in front of him.  He kneels down and reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a small jewelry box.  

“I’ve been carrying this around for a while now, but this is not at all how I imagined proposing,” he mumbles, before speaking up.  

“Arianthi, you have caused chaos since the moment you arrived here.  You had no reason to be kind to us, especially me, but you were.  You are intelligent and sweet and understanding to a fault.  I didn’t expect to fall for you, but falling in love with you has been the greatest surprise of my extremely long life.  You are the first person who saw me as just Diavolo and loved me for me, not because I’m a prince.  Bringing you here was the best decision I have ever made, and loving you is as easy breathing.  Will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?”

I look back over my shoulder at Mammon; he’s smirking and nodding his approval.  “Yes!”

Diavolo laughs, leaping to his feet and spinning me around in a circle.  He kisses me deeply, then opens the jewelry box and carefully slips the engagement ring on my finger.  A large oval cut ruby in a gold setting sparks in the warm light of the library.  He kisses me one more time, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out another jewelry box.  

Mammon looks at me in shock as Diavolo once again gets down on one knee, taking Mammon’s hand in his.  

“You have been a headache since the moment you fell from the Celestial Realm,” Diavolo begins.  

I giggle quietly to myself.  

“But through the years I have watched you grow and find your place here.  You’re compassionate and loyal to those you love.  I am thankful Arianthi brought us together, and that I now have such a smart, handsome, funny demon in my life.  I care for you very much, and my feelings are only growing stronger.  Will you marry us Mammon?  Marry me?”

Mammon is frozen in place, blue eyes bright with tears.  

“Yes,” he finally whispers, nodding.  “I’ll marry ya.  Both of ya.”

Diavolo tugs on his hand and Mammon stands.  Diavolo gently slips Mammon’s engagement ring on his finger.  Like mine, Mammon’s ring is gold, and the band is inset with small rubies running the circumference of the ring.  Diavolo cups Mammon’s face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

After they break apart they both reach out to me, and I step into their waiting arms.  

“This is really happening?”  Mammon whispers, holding me tight.

“This is really happening,” Diavolo answers, wrapping his arms around both of us.

“So what do we do now?”  I ask, cuddling into Mammon.

Diavolo drops a gentle kiss on my forehead.  

“First, we tell Mammon’s brothers about our engagement.  We ignore whatever objections my father may have.  And then,” he smiles softly at both of us, “we start planning a wedding.”

[soaimagines]

Sweet Dreams 💦

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Request: Billy Smut with doggy style.

Summary: Billy sneaks into your room after an argument with his dad.

Warnings: Smut, visuals. NSFW. NO SPOILERS

Authors Note: I posted this fic last year, originally with very uhhhhh R rated gifs. Tumblr deleted it but I thought I would repost it after my Billy thirst was reignited. Not much plot, pretty much just straight smut. Enjoyyyyy x

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Billy parked his car four houses down and stepped out into the cool night air.

He let out a breath and began on the familiar path to your house.

This was the eighth time in two weeks, and every time he swore it wouldn't happen again. But his dad always got him so worked up and you were his favourite stress relief.

You had both sworn that's all this was.

Stress relief.

But you were both lying to yourselves if you thought feelings hadn't developed over the last fortnight.

Maybe it was the way you moaned his name or the way it felt when he left marks on your skin, always out of sight. Maybe it was because you didn't flinch when he wrapped his hand around your throat or maybe it was the feeling that burnt through him when you looked him in the eye.

He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment that feelings had developed, but he knew he'd never get sick of the way you felt around him.

The house was dark and Billy snuck around the side of the house quietly. You always left the curtains open in case of a late night visit and tonight was no different.

The lava lamp on the bedside table gave off a dull light and he could see you deep in slumber, buried under the covers. He softly rapped his knuckles against the glass but you didn't stir. He rolled his eyes and pushed at the window.

Once it was open enough to climb through he hoisted himself up and shimmied his way into your bedroom. His boots hit the floorboards with a dull thump and Billy held his breath as he waited to see if there was any sign of your parents waking. Silence welcomed him and he closed the window before kicking off his boots.

"(Y/N)," He whispered as he pulled off his jacket, his shirt and his jeans and tiptoed to the bed.

You didn't respond, still peacefully asleep and Billy peeled back the covers and slid in next to you. He sidled up against your body, embracing the warmth of your skin.

"Pssst.. (y/n)."

Billy rolled his eyes when you still didn't answer and he ran his hand over your side.

A soft sigh left your lips and you rolled onto your back, yet your eyes remained closed. He leant over you and kissed your lips softly.

You let out another content sigh but still didn't wake. He ghosted his lips across your jaw and down your neck.

His hand ran over your stomach, nudging up the cotton shirt you wore. As he pushed the shirt up over your chest he pulled back from your neck.

The sight of your bare breasts exposed before him made him fight to contain his arousal as he hardened in his boxers. He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around your nipple. He sucked gently and you began to stir in your sleep.

He was only growing harder as his body pressed against yours and he traced his fingers down your body. He stroked over your thighs and spread them carefully before moving to your panties.

Through the fabric he pressed his hand against you and gently rubbed you. A soft moan left your lips and you stirred in your sleep and spread your legs further. Billy smirked against your breast and took your nipple in his mouth as he began to rub you through your panties. His fingers ran over your slit as heat began to pool and you whimpered.

"Billy," You moaned softly.

He pulled away from your breast and brought his lips to yours while his fingers rubbed at your clit.

"Hey sleepyhead."

Your eyes were still closed and your movements were slow and dazed but you managed to bring your hand to his head and you tangled your fingers in his hair. Your lips parted as another soft moan left you and Billy pushed his tongue inside your mouth, massaging your tongue with his own.

His fingers were rubbing circles over your clit and you whimpered against his lips as your panties became more soaked with each move he made.

"Billy." You murmured, your eyes fluttering open.

"Hey princess." He whispered before kissing along your neck. He was careful not to leave marks in visible places but when he reached your breasts he sucked harshly, littering your skin with bruises.

You moaned and writhed on the bed as his hand travelled beneath your panties. Both of you moaned as he ran his middle finger between your folds, feeling how wet you were.

"Billy." You whined and lifted your hips to meet his hand.

He chuckled and sucked your nipple between his lips.He pushed his erection against your thigh and you reached down and stroked him through his boxers.

"God you're so wet for me." He growled in in your ear.

You bit your lip and raised your hips when suddenly he pulled away from you.

He knelt on the bed and shoved the covers back before ripping your panties down your thighs and tossing them to the floor. He moved between your legs and crashed his lips against yours.

"Fuck me, Billy." You whispered.

Billy smirked and licked his lips.

His fingers made their way back to your pussy and he pushed his middle finger inside you with ease, making you gasp.

"You want my cock, princess?" He pulled his finger out teasingly slow.

You bit your lip and nodded as he pushed his finger back in.

"I'm gonna fuck you." He added a second finger, stretching you slowly. "But not yet."

He pulled his fingers and you whined at the emptiness. But before you could protest Billy spread your legs apart and laid between them.

He ran the flat of his tongue along your slit, making you gasp and clutch at the sheets.

"Mmm, baby." His tongue ran over your clit in two slow strokes. "Your pussy tastes so good."

You pulled your pillow over your face and let out a moan.

Thankfully your parents were heavy sleepers but their bedroom was only two rooms down and you didn't want to wake them up, especially not with Billy Hargrove in your bed.

His tongue ran over your clit in slow circles and he reached his hands up to squeeze at your breasts. When he sucked at your clit you let out another moan into the pillow and Billy pulled away.

"Oh No, baby." He ripped the pillow away from you. "I wanna hear you."

You bit your lip and watched as he went back to his slow licks and his eyes never left yours as he ran his tongue over your clit. You squeezed your eyes shut and reached down, wrapping your fingers in his hair and you raised your hips to meet him. He pulled back, only slightly and ran his fingers over your slit. He let out a growl as he watched, pushing two fingers into your throbbing pussy.

"Billy!" You gasped.

He began to pump them in and out of you, slowly at first before he increased his speed.

"You like that, baby?"

You moaned in response and he stopped his movements. He sucked at your clit and the change in pleasure made you squirm.

"Billy." You whined and lifted your hips to meet the strokes of his tongue.

He moaned against you and the vibrations sent pleasure soaring through your veins. He began pumping his fingers once more, curling them against your wall and rubbing against your gspot.

You writhed on the bed, clutching at the sheets as he sucked at your clit and fingered your pussy.

"Fuck! B-Billy!"

"You gonna cum for me baby?" He growled against your clit.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, desperately trying to remain quiet as your orgasm coursed through you. Your walls clenched around his fingers and his tongue never stopped running over your clit, making your legs tremble. He lapped at your juices, groaning against your pussy before pulling away.

Almost immediately he tugged his boxers down and plunged his cock into you. You gasped at his size and raked your nails down his back.

"God your pussy feels so good baby."

He crashed his lips against yours, stifling your moan as he pulled out of you slowly.

"So tight." He pushed into you.

You moaned and ran your hands over his back as he set a pace with deep and slow thrusts. He wanted you to feel every inch of him entering you and he lost himself in the little whimpers you made as he pushed into you. After a few more theists he pulled out of you and knelt on the bed.

"Rollover." He ordered.

You bit your lip and obeyed, kneeling in front of him on all fours. Billy let out a breath as he looked at your ass and you wiggled it for him.

He brought his hand down swiftly, slapping your ass and making you gasp. He rubbed the already reddening mark and grabbed hold of his cock. He lined it up and you felt him run his cock over your dripping pussy before he pushed into you once more.

"Billy!" You hissed.

The change of angle set a whole new sense of pleasure and he set a faster pace.His cock slammed into you and you collapsed against the mattress, falling into your elbows.

Billy gripped your hips and you moaned between breaths as he picked up a relentless pace, slamming into you hard and fast. He leant forward and pulled your hair into a ponytail, his thrusts never ceasing. With a gentle tug at your hair he pulled you back into all fours and with his spare hand he reached under you.

His fingers found your clit and he rubbed clumsy circles. You bit your lip, trying to contain your moans and arched your back. He leant over you, his breath on your shoulder and hearing his staggered breathing sent you into overdrive. He released his grip in your hair only to wrap his hand around your throat.

"You gonna cum for me?"

You attempted to nod, which proved difficult with his grip on your throat. He didn't wait for an answer though and he rubbed his fingers over your clit faster.

"Cum for me, princess."

You lost all control, your eyes rolling back as the waves of pleasure rolled through you, sending shivers all over your skin. His pace was sloppy now and you knew he was almost ready as well. He didn't resist as you pulled away from him and you immediately turned back to him and knelt down.

You licked your juices off his throbbing cock and he let out a low moan. He grasped his cock and you held out your tongue obediently. He pumped his cock a few times before coming in your mouth and you wrapped your lips around him as he released.

You swallowed his load, only a drip escaping from the corners of your mouth and you wiped it with your fingers. Both of you collapsed against the sheets, a sheer layer of sweat covering your skin as you caught your breath.

Ten minutes later Billy sat up and began gathering his clothes. You sat up, a content and sleepy smile on your face as you watched him dress.

"Billy?"

He turned to you.

"Think you can pick me up for school? I don't think I'll be able to walk."

He chuckled, your words only adding to his evergrowing ego and he sauntered back to the bed.

"Of course." He kissed your lips softly before walking over to the window.

"Get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning." He climbed over the window sill and dropped to the ground.

"Goodnight, Billy."

"Goodnight, Princess."

[onewhoturns]

fictober.12.: channel 18

#Fictober19 Prompt: 12. What if I don’t see it? Fandom: Oxenfree Characters: Jonas, lost!Alex Rating: G (no warnings apply) Tags: Mystery? kinda?, lost Alex, return to the island Word Count: 587

Cell phones don’t work on the island. That’s okay. Jonas has a walkie-talkie.

Just the one.

Alex might have the other. Or the same one. He can’t know. He just knows that she’s there, channel 18, and that she thinks that this will work. He also knows that she exists. Which is… well, it’s a step in the right direction, at least. Better than the rest of them.

It took a while to figure it out. The better part of three months, actually. And then there was the planning, the petty larceny, the trespassing, the lying to his dad and stashing the truck and hiding out on the island, killing time.

She wasn’t always there.

There were minutes, hours, days, that channel 18 was empty. But then there were times - usually nights, because of course all the spooky shit happened at night - that she came in clear. Clearer than she’d ever been in his car, or his alarm, or the clock in the kitchen. And he could talk back.

On the island, she’s clearer than ever.

“What if I don’t see it?” It’s 9pm, and somehow still twilight as he clambers down the cliffs. That's August for you.

There’s a crackle. “Just start tuning anyway.”

“Are you…” He has to let go of the button for a moment, the little chirp of a finished message, before he regains his footing on flat land again and continues, “-are you sure?”

Another chirrup, this time from her end. Just a little tritone ping. Maybe it’s the equivalent of a shrug, or a sigh, or - based on what he kinda sorta sometimes remembers of her - a wry bit of laughter. “Jonas; what’s the worst that could happen?”

He holds down the button, “Well, for one-”

“What could happen that’s worse than what’s already happened?”

That shouldn’t be possible. That she can interrupt while he’s still transmitting. Then again, everything to do with Alex has been impossible.

He hops the fence, touches down on the other side. His memories of his first night on the island swim uncertainly in his mind. Moments skip and restart and seem jumbled up and out of order, all fuzzed like static around the edges.

She has a point. Even if he can think of several more things that could go wrong.

“…Okay.”

His footsteps slow outside the cave. Sand is extra crunchy under his boots, picked just in case this ends up being another night of unplanned hiking. The three stacks of rocks wait patiently, and he wonders how they’re still standing. Why didn't they kick them over when this happened the first time? Or had someone built them up again?

It’s like Alex can sense his hesitation. Channel 18 pings a half-signal. A message comes through, but she’s silent for a second. She’s there, though. He knows she’s there. “…Do you trust me?”

This is so incredibly stupid. He shouldn’t have come alone. He should’ve brought everyone else. But Alex had said… No Michael. She’d asked for no Michael, which meant no Clarissa, which meant no Nona which meant no Ren. That left Jonas. Just Jonas. Alone. Alex had asked.

And he followed.

Following Alex and trying not to die. It feels fitting in a darkly humorous kind of way.

“Yeah.” Jonas sighs. Channel 18 is silent. He transmits again. “Yeah, I do.”

There’s a soft static, another half ping. Once more she’s silent on the open line, like she’s holding her breath. Her tone is softer when she finally speaks. “…See you soon.”

[source for AO3]

[darlingsdevil]

Lover Tell Me If You’re Able (Arthur Morgan x F!Reader)

“N.13 shy reader! x Arthur Morgan”

A/N: Original ask was seemingly deleted rip. Wasn’t too happy with this, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for so long I’ve decided to post it.

Summary: You’re in love with Arthur Morgan, but you’re a background character in his story.

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N.13: I could kiss you right now!

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You were undeniably in love with Arthur Morgan. You had been since day one. But he was older than you, stronger than you, wiser than you, he had no time for a silly, foolish, young person like yourself. You had no chance with him at all.

Mary Beth fantasized with you about your romance, leaving out his name, but she knew who you were talking about. When you would blush when he walked by your shared tent, or when Arthur walked too close to you and brushed his shoulders against yours, she could see exactly who you were in love with. It was driving you crazy that you felt so strongly towards him.

The women slyly glanced at you when they noticed you frozen from your daily chores to watch Arthur chop some wood for the fire later that night. And they noticed when you couldn’t help but stare at those perfect lips of his, and how they would feel against your own, or those strong arms and how his shirt deliciously fell across his chest when it was hot out. It was too much.

You tried to be discreet about your lovesick eyes, but apparently almost everyone in camp knew about your little crush, besides the clueless men, which left only a few of them who knew about it. Javier, the ever romantic claimed he could tell by the look in your eyes and the way you seemed a little bit dreamy and out of it lately, but you were sure he had heard the whispers in camp. Arthur had probably known already, if Javier hadn’t already told him. John was clueless, but you were sure Abigail had mentioned it to him at one point or another. Hosea and Dutch had asked about your feelings towards him once, but you brushed them off. You noticed the look they gave each other. You couldn’t quite tell what it was.

You had been picked up by Dutch and Hosea with John, you were 16 and he was 12. Arthur never paid you much attention, since Hosea didn’t want you on jobs much, the men in this world are cruel to young women, especially young girls who steal their platinum pocket watches. You were never able to prove yourself to him, since Hosea only took you on con jobs starting when you were around 17. While John and Arthur grew to be close brothers, you were the outcast sister who never did much. Arthur cared for you dearly, but you were never very close, and you fell for him when you were 18 after he saved you from the Mayor of Richfield, a city in Kentucky. You robbed the corrupt mayor blind and his men unfortunately caught you, you would have been killed - or worse, but Arthur showed up in the knick of time like your knight in shining armor.

You were a background character in Arthur’s story, and it shattered your heart every time you saw him flirt with the girls in the saloon, or when he received a letter from Mary, the girl you had learned to envy.

One night though, when the moon was held high in the air and the stars danced across the sky, the fire flickered in your eyes and in your heart, liquid courage filled your veins making your beat even faster than usual when you were in Arthur’s presence. You nursed a bottle of cheap whiskey, it tasted awful and gave you a mean hangover, but it did the trick. Uncle snored loudly, draped across the game table. Javier plucked chords on his worn guitar, John hadn’t succumbed to drink yet, but you were sure he would soon, he struggled to keep his head up. Dutch’s gramophone played a muffled tune and you found yourself trying to hold back your swaying to the tune. And then there was Arthur, infamous Arthur. The gentle outlaw you had learned to love. He scribbled something with the charcoal pencil you had gotten him a while back, after you noticed the pencil he was using was terribly worn and shorter than his pinky.

You worked up the courage to ask him to dance. He had every right to refuse you, you were a foolish, tipsy girl.

Javier watched you eye Arthur, his light hair reflected the flickering flames and you admired how well his hair caught the light. Arthur was like an angel sent from above, and you had to keep yourself from giggling after imagining Arthur with a halo and a harp.

But he looked up at you, as you attempted to quiet your small laughter. His eyes were like emerald waters, dazzling and breathtaking.

Arthur stared at you for a moment, confused at first, and you were like a deer in front of a stagecoach, dazed and frozen. His gaze softened, and a large blush developed across your face, you quickly looked away, taking another swing of the whiskey. But he still stared at you, with watchful eyes. Those eyes you had admired for so long seemed to stare straight into your soul, like he could hear your heart whispering your unconditional love for him. You toyed with the cap of the bottle, praying he would just look away, even though you would do anything to get him to notice you.

“Will you dance with me?” He asked you. You froze once again, the blush getting even wider.

You were silent, staring at the bottle. Did he really just ask that?

Arthur stood up, putting away his journal. He stood in front of you, reaching his hand out to you. You watched his hand, contemplating your choices.

And then you gave your hand to him, and he led you closer to the music. Molly and Dutch swayed, Mary Beth and Kieran giggled, and Tilly and Karen danced without a care in the world. They didn’t mind the two of you much, besides the women who looked at you with a grin.

You didn’t know what to do, should you just start dancing, should you put your arm on his shoulder? What should you do with your feet? You can’t dance!

But he brought you back to the present. His strong hands wrapped around your waist and you naturally felt yourself lean into him. His heartbeat was loud and comforting. Arthur felt like home. But he wasn’t your home, it seemed like he just realized you existed.

You danced with him, it felt so natural, despite rarely ever having a partner to dance with, and sure, you stumbled but it didn’t matter. Arthur wasn’t exactly a ballerina either.

The music slowed, into something much richer and deep, rather than the fast, upbeat orchestra you heard earlier. Karen and Tilly left, as did Kieran and Mary-Beth.

Then Dutch and Molly.

And then just the two of you.

The stars illuminated your faces. He looked even prettier underneath the midnight sky.

You hadn’t said much of anything since he asked you. His lips looked so perfect, your heart swelled with emotion. This was your chance, you should take it. If he refused, then that would be a problem for the morning. You had every right to enjoy the night as of right now.

“I could kiss you right now.” You whispered. Maybe it was just the liquor talking.

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you’ve been drinking.” He grumbled, continuing to sway. But you saw that barely covered shock the second you saw it.

“No, no I mean it, Arthur.”

“You sure you mean that?” He asked you, eyes filled with wonder.

You nodded slowly against his chest. Was this really happening, had Arthur actually noticed you? It was quiet for a moment, until you finally looked up and he kissed you.

His lips were soft. You’d always wondered what they felt like.

It felt like forever, and forever was just what you needed. He kissed you like he was afraid he would push too hard and you would shatter, but you wouldn’t shatter, as long as you were with Arthur. When he finally pulled away, you shook with joy and disbelief. You were blushing something mad, and Arthur was trying to hide his sheepish grin.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

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