#you just open your arms loud as a bomb : ebony

[demcnsinmymind]

@ebonyforged​ gets a plotted starter!

It’s not the first time that he’s having nightmares. Specific ones. About the building. Being back in there. In its godforsaken tunnels and basement. Trapped. Alone in the dark. Starving and afraid. After all, the horror show that he’s been through in there is just the perfect backdrop for nightmares. What they’re made of, et cetera et cetera. However, this feels different this time. Smells different. Looks different. And isn’t that grand because of course, it has to be worse instead of less frightening than the real deal.

The panic is back almost immediately. Makes his heart pump faster and faster, harder and harder, against something he soon has to figure out is that damned chest strap right back around him, keeping him fixed to the bed he’d been sleeping in and making it impossible to escape. Just like last time. Naturally, his first instinct is to scream all over again. But of course, he tries to calm himself, because this isn’t the first time he’s dreaming about this again. And it is what it is. A dream. Nothing more. Nothing to be scared of. Not the real deal. Not anymore. Nope. He made it out of there. He survived. All he has to do is to just....wake up and get a grip.

Despite the panic, the pounding heart in his chest and the suffocating lump in his throat, Lance decides to close his eyes with a deep, shaky breath and tries to relax. Force himself to wake back up again, get out of here. Especially when the straps around his chest and ankles seem to get tighter and tighter. And the smell of the place seems to get stronger and stronger. And that’s just the thing, what makes it so obvious that this can’t be real.

It smells like heavy, sharp disinfectant. Like what modern hospitals smell like. Not that fucking rotten basement cellar back in Collingwood. Or what the place had smelled like in the 40s. It’s completely overwhelming and only aggravates his budding panic attack. Soon enough, the tightening straps as well as a sound to his right force him to open his eyes back up again. And jesus fucking christ, he must be tripping hard in this dream right here. Because when he opens his eyes back up again, he can see that the ceiling above is in a constant state of moving. Abstractively jerking closer and closer to a point where he fears it might start crushing him, only to then suddenly disappear in its entirety, leaving him to stare at the vastness of...whatever the fuck it is that he’s seeing. Stars? A galaxy? A black hole/void/something swallowing it right up?

This place is way fuckier than he remembers. Uncomfortably so. Though it had been constantly shifting and changing, he never saw it move in person. Rooms, walls and windows were just suddenly there or not. This though? What the fuck is happening? He has no fucking clue. It’s horrifying. The noise is right back, and when he turns his head to the left to see what has made it, all he can do is scream after all, in sudden and utter shock. Back in the corner of this basement, he can seee...something. And he recognizes it. It looks like one of the things Ebony shot in that hallway. Back when they first met.Shit, fuck, damn it. And she isn’t fucking here. Why the hell is his fucking brain coming up with something like this without including her at least??? She better turn up soon, god damn it!

“Fuck fuck fuck. Now is about a good time to wake the fuck up“ he thinks and says out loud at the same time, as panic begins to take over. Sends everything inside him into overdrive, because that thing just keeps coming closer and closer now. All with pointy, ugly teeth and pointy claws and god knows what else, kind of like that damned icepick. And it’s coming closer still, now breaking into a grotesque last few inches of sprinting towards him. The guy, still strapped to the fucking table. Screaming once more, louder when he realizes something far more horrifying next.

He can’t feel it in here with him. It’s not doing its usual things either. Azathoth. It’s not talking to him. Relishing his fear, bathing in his panic. Or mocking him for his frightened reaction. It feels like it’s just gone, truly the most horrifying part of this nightmare. Because unlike the last time a thing like this came running right at him, it’s not there to blast it to pieces in his defense. Not there to turn it to ash for daring to try to hurt him. It’s not there and Ebony’s not there, and this thing is coming right at him, while he’s at its complete mercy, unable to move, to fight back, to do anything about it.

[demcnsinmymind]

ebonyforged​:

     Ebony draws a breath to tell him that that — her killing things — was hardly a display of demonic prowess. Some of her strength and speed did come into play that time, but most of it was skill left over from whoever she used to be. In the end, though, she doesn’t say it. There’s no need. He knows that she has another form already, maybe he has just chosen to ignore that little fact.

     “Or you are underestimating how bad Mundus really is.” And there it is again, that sharp venom on her tongue, except it’s not directed at him or Azathoth this time. She speaks the demon king’s name as though it’s a curse, her face twisted with disgust and hatred. It may as well be. “Mundus has no qualities, only lies wrapped in more deceit. At least your demon comes in pretty packaging.” Not to forget that it potentially has the strength to face Mundus head-on and live.

     Though he’s in no way jumping with joy at the opportunity before him, Lance is budging. He’s considering it. If she hopes to convince him, now’s the time. So she puts her smile back on. After all, every day she lives freely is a giant FUCK YOU to the king himself. In this case, her anger only drives her forward.  “The contract goes on for however long you want. If you want to end it, you can just ask. So there’s really no need for a trial phase. The length isn’t determined beforehand. But if you want to set a specific date for us to meet and discuss whether you want it to continue, then sure, we can do that.” Though it feels terribly traditional. Formal, written contracts sealed with blood have their perks, but that’s not the type of demon she is, and it wouldn’t fit well with her penchant for rebellion.

     In line with their constant push and pull, Ebony steps back up to Lance, but with a purpose. She’s ready to end this discussion and just shake on it already. “Contracts like mine are rare. There is no catch. I’m not taking your youth, and I can only track you down through our bond if you’re in danger or if you call out to me. So you’re a free man, no strings tying you down — unless you’re into that.” She reaches out, but not to touch him. Instead, she leaves her hand hanging invitingly in the air. It’s clear what she’s asking. “So, do you want me or not?”

“Nah. I doubt that” Lance scoffs, and why the fuck does that make him feel competitive instead of scared? Why the fuck does he want this hellspawn that is literally residing inside his skull to be worse than anything else? He wants to remain stubborn but she’s making it damn hard with all her comments on his looks, so soon enough, he can’t help but break the hardened facade a little bit, giving her a smirk.

“Hey, if you wanna hit it, you can just say so. No need to make a big deal out of it. I’m not the committed type anyway” he response, making himself chuckle a bit with the dumb deal joke. Part of him even wants to ask her if she got it. Deal. Like demon deal. Ha. Wisely though, he decides against it. Instead, he just keeps looking at her as she steps closer and closer, telling him all about how rare and special all of this is.

The tension between them is palpable, and it utterly annoys him how wrong it is. How easy it still is for him to fall for the wrong side, still be intrigued by it even after everything. And it doesn’t exactly help how badly his demonic hitchhiker wants her itself.

“Just like I said. More of a no strings attached type of guy. See my problem?” he responds, but the look on his face and the sound of his voice makes it obvious that he isn’t being stubborn and doesn’t seem annoyed, it’s actually just as teasing. He looks down at her outstretched hand and regards it for a while, his own arms still crossed over his chest.

“One day” he says after a while and actually curses out loud as he looks away, still annoyed with himself. But fuck, it’s just too tempting. It takes him a little while longer as he keeps side-eyeing her outstretched hand, temptation entirely obvious in his features. Not just his own mind telling him to get it fucking over with already, but Azathoth telling him the same thing. And what surprises him the most about is the fact that it’s not taking control right now, forcing him to shake her hand. It really is up to him it seems, and he really doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not.

Oh well. Fuck around and find out, right.

With an exasperated sigh, he decides to take the chance while he still has it. Make his own choice. Even if it’s stupid again. Reaching out on his own, and then reluctantly shaking her hand.

“All right, it’s a date then. For one day. To test the waters. ” he says, giving her a wicked smile, but leaving her much time to say much, because then he holds on to her hand tighter, pulls her towards himself a bit so he can get real close so he can say the following directly into her ear.

“ And I swear if you fuck me over...” he goes on, though he ends up settling on a sweet smile instead of a threatening glare, knowing that it’s all the creepier. To really drive the sarcastic paradox home, he then leans down and kisses the back of her hand, giving her a wink right along with the subtle threat.

[rubbish78]

Heyyyyyyyyy you guys wanna read another my short ass slightly slutty (tiny bit) Ghoul/Poison fic?

(It is on aO3 but not posting the link just ask because keekjejejd I’m shy about my other stories but you could probably find this if you wanted to also I was writing nonbinary Poison)

Anyways...........here you go:

Jumping onto the kitchen counter and landing on his butt, Fun Ghoul also pulled his lover, Party Poison, in between his legs. Wrapping his arms around them, he mouthed at their neck, sucking and licking the hot salty skin. Tasted like the desert, so damn good.

Reciprocating, Poison held on to his hips and played with Ghoul’s dusty jean belt loops with their index fingers. They also grinded against Ghoul’s crotch, feeling both their half-hard erections begin to grow between their pants. An animistic moan vibrated against the skin of their throat as Ghoul began to rut against them as well.

The two Killjoys were alone for the most part, everyone was out on a run at the moment, yet they still sneaked into the back of the diner's chaotic kitchen like they had something to hide. Pretty much everyone knew about them, mostly, well not the public or definitely not BLI .

“I know ya think I’m kiddin','' Fun Ghoul abruptly whispered into Poison’s ear, referring back to their earlier conversation. Easing back against the dirty metal cupboards, he cupped Poison’s feminine face with his dirty fingerless leather-gloved hands. “But c'mon Poison, have I ever kid about gettin' ink?”

The evidence was everywhere, Ghoul was covered head to toe with various tattoos, getting to the point he hardly had any plain skin left. His cute boyish face remained untouched…for now and he would probably never get one either but he never let Poison know that just so he could continue teasing them about it since Poison was furiously against it. Nah, he just wanted to ink the left side of his neck now since it felt kind of blank compared to the right side of his neck, which had a scorpion with the wrong amount of legs. It had been his first tattoo and was too excited to even notice the legs.

Poison chuckled low, lifting a hand to card through Ghoul’s greasy ebony colored hair and gazed lovingly into his warm brown eyes.

“Trust me, I know you’re not kidding, I’m actually taking your request quite seriously.”

“So you like?” Ghoul happily beamed, caressing Poison’s face with his thumbs about to plant a kiss on their lips. “I knew you would, so I got—

“Not exactly,” Poison interrupted Ghoul, who frowned a little and dropped his hands to their shoulders. “I just think…you haven’t fully thought it through, like maybe something not so whore-ish?”

“Whore-ish?” Ghoul repeated, almost breaking into hysterical laughter, shaking his head. “Really? Okay. That’s hilarious coming from you.”

“Ah! How dare you!” Poison broke away from him, spinning around in a dramatic manner and ramming into the broken rusty oven, which hadn’t cooked a meal in this diner for years. The oven let out an alarming hissing noise and Poison let a high pitched shriek out before jumping up on the counter next to Ghoul, holding onto him like the oven was gonna explode.

Anticlimactically, the oven door just slammed opened and coughed out dust.

Poison’s grip on Ghoul relaxed and mumbled, “Thought you might have put a bomb in there as a joke or something.”

“Yeah that does sound like me,” Ghoul smirked, deviously. “Good idea for next time, huh? Maybe I’ll try it on Kobra.”

Poison snorted, rolling their eyes and pushed aside Ghoul’s long hair behind his left ear. Staring at the canvas of skin Ghoul wanted to ink before tenderly kissing it. “I can come up with way better ideas,” Poison murmured into his skin. “Let me draw some things up.”

“Wait, first I gotta hear why you think my idea is whore(ish),” Ghoul retorted, genuinely curious. Gripping Poison’s delicate chin, he turned his face to the side and licked the shell of his ear. “I mean come on, if anyone is a whore it’s you—

Letting out a let loud mock offended gasp, Poison playfully smacked Ghoul across the face as if they were one of those actors performing a fake slap onstage. Ghoul half-laughed, half-aroused tried to grab his flailing arms as they mimicked a distressed southern debutante: “Well, I have never been accused of such debauchery in my life!” Fanning their face, they dramatically sighed in Ghoul’s arms. “How will I ever get a good marriage match now with vicious rumors like that spreading around the zones?”

“Ain’t rumors if they are true, sweetheart,” Ghoul teased back in an equally horrible southern drawl. “Now why don’t you put that pretty mouth to good use?” Ghoul fumbled with a pocket on his vest before unexpectedly pulling out a tube of lipstick.

Poison stopped thrashing his body around and dropped the horrible accent. “Wow okay…. you came prepared, you weirdo.”

Ghoul cracked a small smile and shrugged, handing him the tube of lipstick.

Poison took the cap off, finding the lipstick to be the same color as their neon red hair. The lipstick had definitely been used before as it was worn down to almost a nub but most things they found in the desert were broken or used.

“You really want this?”

“Yeah because I’m a whore.”

“Okay maybe “whore-ish” wasn’t the right word,” Poison bashfully admitted, as they played with the lipstick, twisting the tube up and down. “It’s like ugh, uhhh how do I say this uhhhhh…...”

Ghoul raised an eyebrow.

“Like I don’t know, people might interpret it as you being straight.”

If Ghoul was a cartoon his eyebrow would have raised off his forehead into the air.

“I don’t know, it’s something a twenty year old drunk girl would get, y’know?”

“Okay, okay now I’m lost,” Ghoul chuckled in confusion. “So it’s gay then if I got it then?”

“Like ahhhh no!” Poison shook their head, lifting a hand to rub their eyes. Embarrassed, they looked through his fingers at Ghoul. “I mean a girl might get it because it’s aesthetically cute, but boys might get to show off how much they get laid.”

Chuckling, Ghoul took Poison’s hands in his own. “Okay I get what you’re saying...kind of.” Taking the lipstick tube from Poison, he uncapped it and began applying on Poison’s lips, who hesitantly puckered their lips. “As soon as anyone sees you standing next to me they will connect the fucking dots.” He then fished out his pair of aviator sunglasses from a vest pocket and held them up so Poison could see their own reflection of their beautiful red lips.

“But it’s not for anyone else anyways,” Ghoul continued, beaming at Poison who seemed to really like the look on themself. “It’s for me and...fuck, you look hot.”

“Shut up,” Poison blushed, face getting dangerously close to his hair color. “Fine whatever, hold still!” Moving Fun Ghoul’s hair aside, they kissed the left side of his neck and lingered there trying to leave the perfect kiss mark.

Ghoul knew the kiss mark was probably gonna get messed up by the time Show Pony got here with the needles and ink because he was planning to kiss them everywhere but he loved the novelty of the act

“You happy?” they snapped after pulling away, however; lovingly played and twirled with Ghoul’s hair.

“Always with you.”

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Christmas (December 24th) The Adventures

And this years serie of stories for Advent and x-mas in finished, last year was called The Noodle Adventures. Stories for the Sundays of December, the 1st, 8th, 15th and 22nd. And lastly x-mas the 24th of december on a Tuesday. All platonic fluff and family relationships. - Word count: 3 683 - General Fanfic Tag list: @ebony-wolf, @nashiraneko, @i-sold-my-soul-to-thefandom, @rabbitsartcorner, @punsterterry,  @sleepyssnail,  @nightmaresides, @virgilswritings, @ninja-girl2846, @ninjago2020, @starryfirefliesbloggo, @garecc,  @sympatheticdeceit, @cookiethedevil, @askthesnake,  @all-bridges-will-burn, @tacohippy56900, @little-euro-girl, @aggressiveshipper, @imbasicallyshakespear, -

Remus woke up with a loud yawn and sat up in his mess of a bed, rubbing at his eye to remove the goop of sleep, before he stretched, from the tip of his toes to the tip of his fingers, making some joints pop. He pulled the blanket off him revealing his birthday suit to the chaos of his room. He got up and moved towards the door. He opened it and snapped his fingers, making a pair of bright pink underwear, with the cursive word ‘propaganda’ printed on the butt, appear, wrapped around his juicy butt.

He then stalked out from his room towards the stairs,huffing unhappily about having his body confined in the underwear, but because he knew Patton and Roman would shout at him to put on some clothes if he came downstairs in all his naked glory he let them have their way somewhat. Deceit was used to it though, one of the few things Remus missed from their lives in the dark, now since both their rooms was brought into the light, connecting the corridor of the sides, now when Thomas knew they existed.

He had just gotten down the stairs when Roman suddenly grabbed his arms, giving his a shake.

 “You’re LATE! I want to open the christmas presents NOW!”

Remus made a confused noise as he was shaken.

 “Roman, let him at least eat his breakfast first, and get dressed, as well.” Logan spoke up from the table where he sat, reading the newspaper, and enjoyed a cup of tea. Deceit was sitting next to him sipping on a cup of his own, dressed in his pyjama pants and christmas sweater.

 “Oh no, Logan. That is the most clothes you will get on Remus during christmas, maybe a Santa hat if he feels like it, but he spends the holiday in the nude. Be happy he even put on his underwear.” Deceit said sending a smirk at Logan before he got up to put away his now empty cup of tea. “Apart from the amazing colour, what horrors did you add to it?” Deceit asked, Remus beamed as he turned around to show the text on his butt.

 “THIS!” He barked happily.

Roman gave away a loud groan and slammed his hands over his face. while Logan choked on his tea. Deceit just chuckled and ruffled Remus’s hair while laughing.

 “Thought so.” he said with a grin before he leaned a bit closer and said, only loud enough for Remus to hear, “You got your presents ready? Or do you need my help to give you a few more hours?” Remus blinked before he sent a look to the christmas tree, presents in all colours were already under it, he caught sight of some with a yellow ribbon tied around them and stilled.

He…

He had completely forgotten about the presents.

He turned back to Deceit with a panicked look, but the deceitful side just smiled and took him by the shoulder.

 “Oh! how is little baby kraken doing? I haven’t seen her in a while.” Deceit said a bit louder than he needed. “How have I been such a bad uncle and not having visited that little octopi all holiday?! Remus we need to fix this immediately.”

 “Wha- but- what about breakfast?!” Patton called from the kitchen gesturing to the pancakes and more.

 “Oh, no need to worry your little heart, Patton.” Deceit made a swipe with his hand and a plate of pancakes appeared in his hold. “We got that covered.”

And with that the two sides left back upstairs.

Roman groaned.

 “Can’t we open the presents now?”

 “No.” Logan said as he turned a page on the newspaper.

 “Ugh! But!”

 “We are opening them when the whole family is here!” Patton called from the kitchen. “Virgil isn’t even awake yet either.” Roman just groaned louder and flopped down on the couch.

 “BUT I WANNA OPEN THEM NOOOOOOOOW!” he whined into the couch.

 “Go and see what Thomas is doing if you are that bored, or watch a movie.” Logan huffed.

Roman groaned again and flailed a bit before he was lying on his side on the couch and turned on the tv.

 “You’re behaving like a spoiled child.” Logan grumbled more to himself than the room, only to grunt when a pillow hit him on the shoulder, almost making him spill his tea on the newspaper and lap. Logan sent Roman a glare, only to find how Roman had returned his attention to the tv, pouting as hard as he could.

Logan huffed once more, before he returned his attention to the newspaper. At least Roman was no longer whining.

-

 “How did I forget the presents DEE DEE?!” Remus cried, mouth stuffed with pancakes.“They're like the BEST part of Christmas! What will I even give them?! I mean I know what I want to give them, but I KNOW THEY WON’T LIKE THE GIFTS IF I DO!”

 “Hey, hey, eat your breakfast first and then we can do some brainstorming once you’re done.” Deceit said shielding his face from half chewed pancakes and spit that flew from Remus’s mouth as he talked and chewed at the same time. Remus just huffed before he quieted down, to concentrated on eating the pancakes, coated by soap like it was syrup.

Once he was done it didn’t take long before they started brainstorming.

Remus throwing out ideas and Deceit saying whenever the other sides would like it or not, or say they liked it while clearly lying to not hurt Remus’s feelings. Any idea that was a body part or cleaning product or a thing of  waste was quickly scratched out, as well as anything naughty or dirty.

Deceit was there as moral support when Remus actually sat down and tried to conjure the presents. He struggled the most with Roman’s and Patton’s gift, due to the fact that he was trying his best to not make them bad, dirty or in their opinion disgusting. Which was the complete opposite on where his creative flow came from.

Deceit was smiling at the purple octopus that was swimming around in the big aquarium Remus had as one of the walls of his room, he yelped when Remus’s tentacles suddenly picked him up and threw him outside of the room.

 “Wha- Hey! REMUS?!” Deceit called as he stared at the door that was slammed in his face.

 “YOU CAN’T SEE YOUR GIFT YET!” Remus screeched from the other side.

Deceit blinked before he shrugged.

 “You could have just told me to leave.” Deceit huffed and patted imaginary dirt from his clothes before he crossed his arms.

 “You would have just wanted to know what it would be and try to peek!” Deceit grimacing.

 “That’s… True… BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY IT!”

 “COULD YOU TWO SHUT UP?!” Virgil suddenly shouted from his door to his room, looking like he just crawled out from the dark hole that was his bed-nest.

 “... Sorry.” Deceit said with a sheepish expression. Virgil just grumbled as he pushed his hoodie on better and then stomped downstairs. Deceit grimacing harder with each step.

 “Did we unleash a storm?” Remus asked from inside his room.

 “Yep.” Deceit said with a squeak.

 “Great!”

Deceit grumbled as he left, knowing Remus wouldn’t leave for a while. He also knew he better face Patton’s wrath at waking Virgil up sooner rather than later. He did not look forward to the to be scolding.

Deceit when he came downstairs, only got a disappointed pout from Patton until he apologised to Virgil for waking him. Virgil had just hissed at him and stabbed his pancakes with such force and malice Deceit has quickly left the kitchen, to not feel like the pancake was representing him.

Roman was not pouting as strongly anymore, having become engrossed with watching the Polar Express. Logan had moved to sit on the couch, currently having Roman’s socked feet on his lap, as he read a book, deceit sent it a look to find that it was A Christmas Carol by Dickens. Patton was fixing up some more things in the kitchen, keeping a one way conversation with a still very much tired Virgil, who now and again grunted, hummed or huffed in reply to a question or statement, but he had no obligation to answer. Deceit walked over and sat down on the space on the couch that was left, only to yelp when Roman grabbed around his waist and pulled him closer with his insane strength and claimed his lap as a pillow.

Roman had actually almost fallen asleep when Remus came back downstairs, now in underwear and his christmas sweater. Hands and tentacles holding 6 badly wrapped presents that he placed under the tree, amongst the others. He looked a bit worse for wear before he let his tentacles slip back into his back and then walked over to collapse on top of Deceit, making Roman scramble and dive out of the way to not get his head crushed by his brother’s crotch.

 “I did it!” Remus cheered before he promptly passed out against Deceit, who sighed before he stroked his wild hair out of his eyes.

 “Is he… ‘Gucci’?” Logan asked.

 “He will be, he just used a lot of his abilities to make the gifts.”

 “He won’t give us any limbs right?” Roman asked eyeing the presents as if they were hiding a time bomb.

Deceit felt his eye twitch before he turned to face Roman, noticing how both Virgil and Patton were looking at the presents with a similar look of unsureness, Logan looked like he was a bit annoyed at the others as well, but he didn’t voice anything.

 “I’m surprised, if he wanted to give you the things he himself enjoy he would not be knocked out on top of me right now, now would he? He actively avoided those things, because he knows none of you like them.” Deceit said with a slight hiss to his word as he pulled all his arms to hold Remus a bit closer.

 “...angry mama snake.” Virgil mumbled into his hand, earning a confused noise from Patton who had actually heard him.

Roman cleared his throat and looked highly uncomfortable at the sudden conflict.

 “I… I’m-”

 “You better be honest about that apology you’re about to speak. Or I will be disappointed in you, Roman.”

 “I’m... sorry… I try to look past those things… but… I am still trying. He’s… He’s Remus and he- he’s special in his own way, but he have also made me draw far too many conclusions, because I know that the first times I didn’t hesitate ended in a bad... mess.” Roman looked back to Deceit and Remus as well. “He’s everything I don’t want to be… but at the same time, he is my brother and there is nothing I can do that will change that. But I am trying to be better, for him.” Deceit sighed, easing his hold on Remus a little.

 “I know. He’s trying too. Won’t change the fact that we all will have the risk of taking a few steps back in our progress forward...”

A silence followed, it wasn’t uncomfortable per se, but it wasn’t the most comfortable either.

 “Poopy!” Remus suddenly shouted in his sleep throwing one arm out before a snore left him that made Deceit winch, due to his head being just next to Deceit’s ear. Logan blinked, before he chuckled and shook his head. Roman started to laugh while Virgil and Patton shared a look before they too smiled due to the scene.

-

It was dark outside when it became time to give the presents. Remus was awake again, now vibrating from both nerves and happiness. They were all gathered around the tree sitting on the floor.

 “Okay who wants to start?” Patton asked.

 “Should we go one at a time or give out the presents first before we open them?” Logan asked as he fixed his christmas sweater. Patton and Roman had begged everyone to wear one today. Virgil wore his, but still wore his hoodie on top of it.

 “One at a time is funnier.” Roman said before he grabbed the presents he made “I’ll go first.” He said with a grin as he handed them out.

The sound of torn present paper was heard.

Patton gave away a soft gasp when he picked up the stuffed cat plushie, giving away a choked coo as he hugged it close.

 “I love it Roman.” Patton said with a thick voice and watery eyes from happy emotions.

 “It has a wheat bag inside, so you can put it in the microwave and then have a warm kitty to snuggle with.” Roman said with a grin.

 “Oh-” Logan stared at the bundle of paper he had in his hands. “Is this..?” he looked to Roman with wide eyes.

 “Yes! I know how much you liked the last one I made, so I made another one, a new mystery!” Logan smiled and hugged the paper book close.

 “Thank you Roman.”

Virgil opened his next, a black weight blanket with a glowing in the dark patterns, in the form of clouds and stars, on it. Remus was watching silently before he looked down at the present on his own lap, it was far better wrapped than the presents he made.

 “Oh, i see how it is.” Deceit suddenly said, making Remus look up to find how Deceit was holding another hat in his hands. “Giving me a extra hat so you can keep stealing my shit?” Roman flushed bright red at that and spluttered. Deceit just smirked before he turned the hat in his hands. “Thank you anyway.” Roman grumbled something in reply that could have been a you’re welcome. Remus hesitated for a moment before he opened his present.

He missed the look of unsureness that crossed Roman’s face nor how he fiddled with his sash in worry, worried about if Remus would like the gift.

Remus stared down at the now opened box, eyes wide before he reached inside. When he picked it up the others saw that it was an palm sized octopus. Remus opened his mouth to say something.

 “If you pull on a tentacle it blows bubbles.” Roman hurried out. Remus snapped his eyes to Roman before he looked at the octopus again, before he did just that.

Bubbles in all the rainbows colours was blown from the mouth of the cartoonish looking octopus, and Remus made a undescribable noise and he dropped the octopus and tried to catch the bubbles.

 “I take that as a he likes it.” Deceit translated, as Remus were giggling still trying to catch the bubbles by smacking his hands together, only to blink when one popped on his nose.

Logan was the one who delivered his gifts next. Patton got a new cookbook, Virgil some new CD’s with music of similar genres to those he was already listening too, but didn’t know about. Roman got a bright red cape that glittered with gold in the right light. Remus got a similar cape, apart from it being green and glittering in silver instead. Deceit blinked at the bundle of books of philosophers that greeted him when he opened his present. All presents were happily taken, and from then on both of the twins wore their cape.

Patton was jumping on the spot there he sat as he handed out his presents, grinning from ear to ear. Virgil chuckled as he got some new fidget toys. Logan got a new book about space and stars. Roman got new crafting materials. Deceit got a pair of new gloves, since Patton had noted that the ones he wore were starting to wear from age. Remus squealed when he got a big jar of slime.

 “It won’t run out!” Patton hurried to say “And i made sure it was edible, I- I didn’t want you getting sick if you ever got the idea to try and eat of it.” Patton yelped when he suddenly got smothered by a hug from Remus. Patton looked startled for a moment, before he pulled his arms around Remus and hugged him back, surprised at the fact that he actually didn’t stink all that much, but smelled more like wet earth and old leaves.

Virgil stiffly handed out his presents next, grumbling about being too worried if he waited any longer.

Roman gasped when he opened his present to find more Disney posters. Logan smiled as he held up the new cup he had gotten, with the words ‘world's best teacher’ on it. Patton got another handmade card, now with some doodles as well as another misleading compliment. Remus was grinning as he picked up the loooong furby from the box.

 “Oh it’s so haunted! I LOVE IT!” Remus screeched, Deceit shook his head before he opened his own present, to find a pair of thick fluffy socks with snake prints.

 “Oh these are just hideous.” Virgil gave a small smirk at that.

Deceit looked at Remus.

 “Do you want to give your presents now, or should I?”

 “You can.” Remus said, after giving it a thought. Deceit nodded as he handed over the presents he brought. Logan grinned when he saw the book, similar to the ones he had gotten for Deceit. Patton gasped with delight as he picked up the baby blue earmuffs. Roman got a new sword, the blade as red as Roman’s sash. Virgil chuckled when he saw the knitted scarf covered in a spider pattern, he quickly wrapped it around his neck, it was fluffy and warm. Remus opened his gift and hugged around Deceit hard, before he picked up a onesie that was in the form of a octopus, with all the tentacles.

Remus picked up his gifts as he handed them over to the sides it was for.

 “They’re not the best… I.. uh tried… to make them more up your alley, Roman. I’m.. not sure how well I succeed...”

 “I’m sure it’s good, Remus.” Logan said with an encouraging smile on his lips, Remus nodded and let go of the gifts, letting the others open them.

Deceit opened his first, both to show the others the presents were okay, but also, he REALLY wanted to know what was inside it! Deceit gasped when he gathered the stuffed snake plush in his hands, it was heavy, and he could feel that it was filled with wheat.

 “I know you get cold, snakey… so I made you a little wheat snake.” Remus said with a grin. Deceit smiled as he brought Remus into a one armed hug.

 “I love it, thank you.” Remus beamed at him. Logan was the next one to open his gift and he blinked at first before he picked up another book, but this one was clearly full of interesting knowledge, he hadn’t really thought about wanting to know, but now when he held the book in his hands, he wanted to read it right away. Logan hugged the book close and sent Remus a wide smile, only making the green twin of creativity grin wider. Patton opened his present next, after having taken a big breath to encourage himself. only to squeal at the plushie, it was a calico cat, one eye was crossed out and it was missing it’s tail, but Patton hugged it close and gave Remus a watery smile.

 “I love her.” Remus clapped his hands and bounced on the spot in reply. Virgil huffed as he opened his own gift. Only to blank when he found the content within. It was a chewing necklace, in the form of a bat.

 “I-”

 “You always complain about chewing down your nails when you’re worried… and it was the first things- or well, twenty first thing that came to me.”

 “I… Thank you… Remus.” Virgil said as he quickly hung it over his neck, and gave it a test bite, it was not to hard that he would worry about hurting his teeth, nor too soft that he would worry about biting through it. Remus just gave a small thumbs up in return. Then it was only Roman left. Remus dimmed a bit as he fiddled with the closest thing to his hands, which became the bubble blowing octopus Roman got him.

Roman hesitate a bit before he slowly opened his gift. He blinked when he lifted the lid to the box, inside the box on a small pillow of cotton, rested a crown, it was sparkling faintly and was a swirling pattern.

 “Remus… you...”

 “You always go on about the presence thing, i never really found it very fun, but I know how much you like it and… what is a prince without a crown… I mean… it’s not that good, I’m sure you could make one that looked even better, but I just. uh-”

 “Thank you, Remus.” Roman said as he placed the crown on top of his head, Remus clicked his own mouth shut. “I love the design, it’s so unlike anything I would even  be able to come up with, and the jewels and the colour, It’s- it’s marvellous, really. I will wear this with honour.” Remus gave away a wobbly smile, taking Roman’s praise to heart.

Once the present giving were over Logan cleaned up the mess of all the papers, most gifts vanished into the respective sides room’s. But some stayed outside in the living room. Remus happily chased after the bubbles the octopus blew, like an engrossed child. Logan was nose deep into the book Remus gave him, while Deceit was curled up with the big wheat snake coiled around him, making the side of deceit and self preservation blep in the pleasant warmth. Virgil and Roman were watching the old Disney christmas specials. Patton was adoring both of the cat plushies he got, lying on his stomach on the floor, and hugging them close.

And the sides found themselves a bit closer than before.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Waste Love: Part Seven

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff  A/N: credit for the bomb ass banner is to best friend @coffee-obsessed-writer Masterlist is now in effect and can be found at the bottom before the tags. This is another short one, I’m sorry :(

“The fuck is that shit, man?” Slim asked accusingly, “You fucking stupid or somethin’?”

“Bro, what the fuck ever,” Colson deflected, brushing him off with a shake of his head, “I’m done with this bullshit.” 

Colson turned to pick his phone up from the arm of the couch so he could leave, but was suddenly speared into the furniture, his face instantly smacking into the wall behind the sofa. Pain shot through his face for a split second before relocating to the back of his head, the feeling of fists pounding against his skull overwhelming.

Colson managed to get turned over to face his attacker, Rook. The man was furious, his face red and straining as he fought against Slim and Andre, who were already trying to get him off. When the two larger men finally got a grip on him and started to pull, JP saw the perfect opportunity to lift his leg and kick out, his sneakered foot coming in contact hard with Colson’s face.

The sound of bone crunching was almost vomit-inducing. Colson’s hands instantly covered his face, blood pouring through his fingers and down his arms as he leaned over the arm of the sofa in pain. Rook huffed and strained against the arms leading him towards the door, determined and out for more blood.

“You’re a fucking bitch, Kels. Stay the fuck away from my fucking sister.” Rook spat, attempting to break away from Slim’s grasp as Andre moved to open the door. Slim finally shoved Rook outside into the hallway of the studio, dragging him towards the exit. 

Baze threw a towel at Colson, shaking his head in anger before walking out. Andre narrowed his eyes at Colson, watching as the blonde man held the cloth to his nose, his tear-rimmed eyes already swelling. 

“You the dumbest nigga I know, you know that?” Andre started, still holding the door open as he pointed at Colson, “You fucked up. Period. Now go to the hospital and get checked out.” 

Andre shook his head as he walked out, letting the door close behind him with a loud bang. 

Colson knew better than to think that anything in that article was true. He’d seen dozens of other ones with practically the same content and had laughed about them before. Tiffany had even sent him a few and laughed with him. He knew better. He’d caused the one thing he never wanted- an issue with his friends.

--

It had taken months, and they still weren’t completely back to normal yet, but JP forgave Colson eventually. So did everyone else. Except for Tiffany. 

She’d packed up almost all of her stuff out of her and Rook’s house and had left literally zero trace of her at Colson’s before climbing into her car and just leaving. It took her two weeks before she’d answer JP’s calls, her brother pissed and angry and worried about her. Their father was the one who made sure JP knew his sister was alright and had told him he’d be sure she’d call him.

Tiffany had moved to New York City from California, the woman wanting to get as far away from Colson or any memories of him as possible.

She’d found a little apartment in a nice neighborhood near Chinatown, the space clear and fresh and hers. She didn’t think she’d enjoy living alone after being her brother’s roommate since his birth, but she realized what she’d been missing that entire time when she didn’t have to trip over his clothes or shoes or left over women every morning. 

She’d been working as a freelance makeup artist and photographer, which was actually going a lot better than she’d expected. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t have anything to do with who her past consisted of, but she was okay with that. It was the least the asshole could do, in her opinion. 

She was leaned against her kitchen counter waiting on her coffee to brew, one morning, when the sound of Colson’s voice through her phone scared the living shit out of her. ‘Lace Up’ blasted from the speaker, Ashleigh’s name and face flashing across the screen. Scrunching her face in confusion, she swiped the green button, answering the call.

“Bitch, please, please, please tell me you’re not busy today.” The woman begged, her voice sounding frantic and almost on the verge of tears.

“Why?” Tiffany asked back, suspicion lacing her tone. Ashleigh was one of the only people besides her brother she had remained in contact with, and even that was few and far in between. She knew that there would only be a couple of reasons for her to need her.

“Okay, please just don’t say no.” Ash started, obviously shaking from what ever anxiety she was dealing with, “I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t for the fact that we’re literally fucked if you don’t help.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” Tiffany inquired, pouring herself a cup of coffee. 

“I need a photographer.” Ash explained, “We have like fifty grand into this fucking production for this music video for Dubb and Jordan’s photography dude can’t make it or some shit. I might need your help with makeup, too, ‘cuz I haven’t been able to get a hold of her today, either.”

“Colson’s going to be there?” Tiffany guessed.

“Yeah, hence the begging.” She sighed. It was obvious she was desperate. She knew how much Tiffany was hurt by what happened and was just as pissed at Colson, but she’d promised Dubb that she’d get everything taken care of. 

“I don’t know, Ash…” Tiffany replied, wanting to be able to help her friend but not wanting to have to see him. 

“Look, I’ll keep him as far away from you as humanly possible, okay? Pleaseeee, Tiff. I’ll even pay you.”

After a few more minutes of begging, Tiffany finally caved. She got the info on the location and set about getting everything together, anxiety and dread filling the pit of her stomach. She’d thought she’d put all of this behind her, but here she was, one call throwing her all back in it. 

She was grateful that Colson hadn’t arrived yet when she got there. Ash met her in the lobby of the studio they were using for the shoot and ushered her in to show her where she would be setting everything up, Jordan giving her a huge smile and a big hug when he spotted her. 

“Thank you so much for the help, Tiff, like, seriously. I don’t know what I’d do without you right now.” The man told her, squeezing her shoulders again as he lead her towards a group of girls who were to be the models, “If you wanna start on makeup first that’d be awesome. I won’t need you for any of the photographs until a little bit later on today.”

“Sounds good,” She said with a smile, waving to the girls as he introduced her.

Tiffany was in the finishing up doing one of the girls’ faces when she heard his voice. Well, his laugh, actually. It echoed through the open space, and Tiffany couldn’t help but turn her head in the direction of it. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw him, nerves pitting deeper as she watched him turn in her direction. He hadn’t noticed her yet, his phone in his hand serving as a distraction. 

Colson’s cerulean gaze met hers from across the room when he looked up, a shocked expression crossing his face as he stopped in his tracks. Ash caught him as he started to head towards Tiff, distracting him from her and leading him away as quickly as she could. 

Shaking her head, Tiffany turned back to her client. The girl eyed her suspiciously, her gaze moving from Colson to Tiff, and asked, “Aren’t you that girl he used to date?”

Tiffany’s mouth opened and closed in surprise, her eyes widening, “Um…”

Her reply was interrupted by Jordan coming up and whisking her away before she could answer, and Tiffany was mentally thanking him a thousand times. Another girl sat in her chair instantly, the ebony-skinned woman already looking irritated. 

“Hello, I’m Tiffany. How’re you today?” Tiffany smiled politely, brushing the woman’s hair out of her face gently.

“Just don’t poke me in the eye, alright?” The woman huffed, cocking an eyebrow as she raked her eyes down Tiffany’s frame, judging Tiffany’s dirty Chucks and bare face, “You better know what you’re doing.”

Cocking a haughty eyebrow of her own, Tiffany took a step back, “Excuse me?”

“Did I stutter? You poke me or hurt me in any way and I’mma stomp your ass.” The woman threatened, rolling her eyes, “Everytime I let a white bitch do my makeup, they fuck my shit up.”

Tiffany was about to spit back at the woman, anger seeping through her when Colson seemingly came out of nowhere to her defense, his eyes narrowed and serious as he pointed at the woman, “The fuck you just say, bitch?”

“Who the fuck-” The woman began, but was cut off.

“Nah, fuck that. Aye, yo, Dubb, this one’s gotta go.” Colson shouted, pointing down to the woman in the chair as Tiffany stood there, “I don’ like her attitude.”

“Nigga, fuck you,” The model spat, standing up and getting into Colson’s personal space, “Who the fuck you think you are?”

“I’m the dude who’s paying you to be on your knees and shakin’ your ass, bitch.” Colson rebutted proudly, a humiliating smile being thrown at the girl, “And I’m the dude who just fired your skeevy ass.”

“It’s fine, Kels, don’t worry about it,” Tiffany promised, gesturing that it wasn’t a big deal, “It’s nothing.” 

“The fuck it is. Ain’t no hoe talk about my girl that way,” Colson replied, not looking away from the model as he spoke, pointing towards the door, “Now get the fuck out.” 

“Best do what he says, girl!” Dubb could be heard shouting from across the room somewhere. The woman huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, rounding on Tiffany, who was leaning against the counter behind her. Tiff raised her eyebrows and shrugged nonchalantly, not about to defend her or try to keep her there. 

“You good?” Colson asked once the girl had stomped off, his voice low and avoiding eye contact.

Tiffany nodded, swallowing thickly against the lump in her throat as she looked away. 

“Bitch was fuckin’ stupid.” Colson commented, shaking his head.

“Thanks, Kels.” Tiffany replied, turning her face to finally look at him, the guardedness in her eyes unmistakable, “I can take care of myself, though.”

“I know. Just didn’t like what I was hearing.” He shrugged, looking down at his shoes as he mumbled, “It’s good to see you, Tiff.”

“Yeah.” She returned blankly, her eyes flicking to Ash as she yelled for him.

“Yeah,” Colson replied, nodding his head to Ash in recognition before finally meeting Tiffany’s hazel irises, “You think we can talk later?”

Tiffany sighed, afraid that this would happen. She knew what he’d say, how he’d apologize, how she wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him. She’d been hoping that he would just ignore her, but she knew better. 

“Maybe. I’ll let you know before I leave.” Tiffany responded, hearing Ash call for him again. Colson let a small smile slip for her as he nodded, seeming to be happy with her answer for now as he walked away.

The rest of the shoot went without too many hiccups, and Tiffany was able to get hundreds of shots that Jordan loved. She was packing the last of her things in her bags when she felt him walk up behind her, the indescribable energy that was colson instantly recognizable. 

“Thanks for all the help today, Tiff. Seriously.” He stated, leaning against the counter beside her with a joint between his fingers. 

Tiffany looked up to him with a soft smile, nodding her head while she zipped up the suitcase, “Always.” 

The tension was obvious between them as she rose to her feet, awkwardly standing there while waiting on him to say something else. He held the joint out for her and she took it, bringing the cone to her lips and inhaling deeply, hoping it would help calm her nerves. 

“You busy tonight?” Colson finally asked, taking the spliff back from her as she exhaled the thick smoke.

“Um, not that I know of.” She shrugged.

“You wanna go get a drink or somethin’ later?”

Biting her lip in hesitation, Tiffany shrugged again before meeting his crystalline gaze, “I mean, I guess.”

Instantly taking any answer that wasn’t ‘no,’ Colson’s smile beamed at her as he passed the joint back, “I can pick you up once I finish with this interview I gotta go to. Bring by something to smoke before hand.”

“Okay,” She replied, still unsure but deciding to at least be grown enough to hear what he had to say, “I’ll text you my address.” 

“Cool,” Colson responded as Ash hollered that it was time for them to go, “I’ll see you later, Tiff.”

He leaned in hesitantly, holding his arm out for permission for a hug. She smirked at him but obliged, letting his arms envelope her in his warmth and scent. She couldn’t help but squeeze him a little, letting herself soak in his embrace for a moment before pulling away. He gave her another gentle smile accompanied with a wink before heading in the direction of where Ashleigh was screaming for him again.

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#Fictober Day 8

“I know you do.”

(T’Challa x Black!OC)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Adult Themes (not smut, but sex is discussed)

Cassie is a person who enjoys her time to herself from time to time.  Being with T’Challa meant being waited on hand and foot, given an ample amount of snuggles when he came home from his duties as king, and long conversations regard everything from current events to what they should have for dinner.  

But every once in a while, even with a wonderful partner at her side, Cassie wanted the peace and tranquility of silence and solitude.  The evening, she had just that, since T’Challa had to be out later meeting with tribe leaders about their access to vibranium, hours spent in the mines, and how much should be distributed to outside countries and where.  It was a lot on him, and he had been dreading this day, but Cassie encouraged him as best she could to keep a defeated mindset at bay.

Having the residence to herself, Cassie indulged a little more than normal on her favorite junk foods.  T’Challa didn’t keep them out of the house, but he may not know exactly how much of a variety she kept since she had stashes hidden throughout their living area.  T’Challa liked to eat clean, but he had his cheat days every once in a while.  Cassie, however, believed in the TREAT YOSELF philosophy of living.  

Snapping off a block from her chocolate bar, Cassie brings the piece to her mouth, biting off a corner and letting it melt on her tongue.  If she was going to get chocolate wasted, she was going to make it last.  

Cassie watched some documentary on the wine industry that had her captivated.  All these rich people who did not know what else to do with their money but be bamboozled by sellers who claimed to have collections featuring bottles of wine from George Washington’s estate.  Cassie was shook; at least T’Challa wasn’t frivolous with his funds like that.  Like he’d want some dead white man’s last drink anyway, but still.

After that ended, Cassie got a little bored with her usual list of streaming options.  She checked the time before pulling out her laptop to look up some options to pique her interests.

Cassie wasn’t a habitual watcher of x-rated films.  She watched it less now than she had in the past; maybe it was because of T’Challa keeping her busy in that area, maybe she was outgrowing it, it could’ve been many reasons.  But she found herself just wanting to watch them for entertainment value alone.  If there’s a little plot before the main act, or even if it is straight into it, Cassie didn’t mind watching porn occasionally without needing to act on the eroticism.

One thing she loved about Wakanda was how there was plenty of actors that looked like her and men that were nice to look at without titles like ‘BBC dick plows teen’, and any other wretched examples under the same umbrella.  There was no ‘Ebony’ section to find what she needed, with the majority being white women on Black men screaming operatically at just how much ‘Black cock’ is filling them.

Cassie pulled up a site that greeted her with all of the melanin starring performers she could want.  She gets up to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine, before coming back to the couch to get comfortable.  Scrolling through her options, she sees a a video with a man and woman that she finds mildly attractive.  

Pushing play, the scene opens up with the man eating out the woman on a lawn chair outside.  Cassie sips a little as the scene progresses standardly: he eats her (enthusiastically), she reciprocates.  The male actor moans as the woman takes him in her mouth and brushes her hair back, lightly thrusting her throat.

This was a good one for Cassie.  She couldn’t stand when the guys were absolutely silent through almost the entire scene while the woman is going off like an alarm clock.  The chemistry was pretty good between them, and there was even an air of care in pleasuring each other.  

The performers lay out on a couch as the woman sits on the man to begin to ride him.  Their moans were orchestral as the harmonized in lustful bliss.  Cassie is warmed from her drink and the erotic images in front of her, but sits comfortably to watch it play out.

There is a beep on the front entrance of their residence as the door slides open.  T’Challa has arrived home.  “Ahh, finally.  Good evening, my love.”

Cassie sits up quickly, shutting her laptop closed, coughing out loud as the moans were still audible since she didn’t pause the scene before closing the top.  Once the computer caught up with her actions, it finally went silent.

“Hi, T’Challa!  You made it back safe!  How were things?”  Cassie asks, wiping some wine that spilled on her leg.

T’Challa doesn’t miss a beat as he peers at Cassie suspiciously.  “It went well.  How was your night?”

Cassie nods, trying to find her words.  “It was good!  Just sitting here...in silence...with my drink…”

T’Challa smirks walking over to sit back by her on the couch.  “Is that so?”  T’Challa leans over to kiss her.  “Can I have some of the chocolate you have been overdosing on?”

Cassie tucks her lips as she digs for the candy behind her pillow.  “Did you smell it?”

T’Challa digs in the wrapper, taking a bite.  “Smell, taste, caught red handed.  Which reminds me, I need to look something up…”  T’Challa reaches for the laptop.

Cassie bats his hand away, picking it up swiftly away from him.  “Uh, why don’t you use yours?  It’s in the bedroom!”

T’Challa chuckles at her outburst.  “Yours is closer.   Why are you treating it like a bomb?”

“Because...it’s personal.  Just let me login first-”

“WE have the same login, I can do that.”

“Well, let me save my work-”

“I had no intentions on closing it out.”  T’Challa says as Cassie tries to her previous window quickly.  

“Look, sometimes, a lady just wants to unwind with her own inhibitions and-”

“I know you do.  And I know what you were watching.”  T’Challa says, looking at her from the corner of his eye.

Cassie was frozen with embarrassment.  “Oh God, how?”

T’Challa shrugs.  “I’m not always asleep when you are on your phone at night in bed.  I’ve been meaning to tell you to adjust the brightness when you do, by the way.”

Cassie hid her face, mortified. “Oh my...why didn’t you say anything?”

T’Challa shakes his head, giving her a half hug.  “You are a grown woman.  It's not illegal for you to partake in that.  I just wonder why you never watch it with me.  Do you prefer it alone?”

Cassie taps his leg.  “Ohh, not necessarily.  I don’t want you to get an impression of me that I’m desiring other things besides you.  Also, most guys watch it to get off, I mostly find it entertaining at the most.”

T’Challa nods.  “Fair enough.  Well so you know, I don't mind it at all.  You have no reason to hide it from me anymore.  It's cute, in an...odd way.”

Cassie laughs. “That is a little odd to say, but  thanks?”

They sit quietly a moment.  “Were you done looking or should I…” T’Challa motions his thumb to signal leaving.

“Oh, uh I mean I wasn’t done, but what? Do you want to see what it is?”

T’Challa leans back, laying his arm across the back of the couch.  “Why not? Have at it!”

Cassie opens up the laptop, pulling up the scene as she snuggles next to him and pushes play.  It begins at where she left off, the woman rides her partner to kingdom come.

T’Challa fidgets, scratching his beard and wiggling his legs, making Cassie notice.

“Are you good?  Is this bothering you?”

T’Challa breaths in deeply looking to Cassie.  “It’s just...I’ve had a long day….and I am a man...and I don't feel much like just observing…”

[catra-is-pretty-gay]

It’s FiNaLLy DoNE sorry if it’s kinda bad

Yang’s lavender eyes slowly pushed their way open, mouth stretching wide in a yawn. The hell was she in a hospital for? Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered. Blake had rushed her here because... Blake. Where was Blake? Yang tried to push herself up on her left arm, but fell back with a thump. Gods above, why was she so TIRED?

A nurse walked into the room, holding a clipboard, and promptly dropped it with a loud clatter when she saw Yang awake. The next couple hours were a blur of checkups and questions. She was given water and some food, which she wolfed down.

“Where’s Blake?” Yang asked one of the doctors.

“She’s at home.”

“How... how long was I out for?”

“Ten years.”

“WHAT.”

“After you gave birth, you fell into a coma, and have been asleep for ten years,” the doctor said sadly. “The baby and your wife are okay though-“

“I need to see them.” Yang snapped, eyes flashing red. How could she not have BEEN THERE for them? She’d- she’d made a promise... and she hadn’t kept it. The doctor walked out to make the call, and Yang flopped back onto her pillows, feeling overwhelmingly guilty. Logically, she knew it wasn’t her fault, but... she’d promised Blake that she would be there, no matter what.

Ten minutes later, the door burst open and an ebony-haired form burst into the room. By now, the nurse had helped Yang to stand up, and then left. Blake barreled into Yang, wrapping her in a bear hug and sobbing into her shoulder. Yang squeezed her with her one arm, smiling so wide it hurt, tears streaming down her face.

“Yang- I.. I...”

“Shh... shhh... it’s alright. I’m here. I’m here,” Yang whispered softly, rubbing Blake’s back gently. They stayed like that for a few minutes until their tears dried up. The pair sat on the bed, wiping their eyes and smiling at each other. God, Blake was still so beautiful... Huh. She had a ponytail now, about shoulder length. She also noticed the long metal box Blake had set down on the bed.

“So, what’s in there? A bomb?” Yang joked, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh my gosh, Yang!” Blake laughed. “That’s your arm!”

The cat-eared woman lifted the lid off of the container, and picked up the yellow and black prothsetic, helping to fit it to the metal stump of Yang’s right arm. Yang flexed the fingers, bent and straightened it a few times.

“Thanks babe,” Yang said, giving her wife a quick peck on the cheek. Blake’s cat ears perked up, and she giggled. They leaned into each other, intertwining their fingers.

“So... where’s our kid?” Yang asked awkwardly.

“Oh! He’s in school right now. I got the call and drove straight here.” Blake answered, pulling out her scroll and tapping and swiping quickly. She handed it to Yang so she could see the photo of their son, building a snowman. He had violet eyes, black hair, and small, round cat ears. She smiled broadly, giving the device back. “His name’s Jin.”

“Man, I wish I could’ve... been... there...” Yang trailed off, her smile slipping away in an instant. Her... her kid had grown up with only one of his parents, and why? Because she’d just been here, for TEN YEARS?! All of her fears battered their way to the front of her mind, forcing her to acknowledge the main one: that she’d turn out like her own mother. And she had, hadn’t she? Even if it wasn’t her fault, she’d never been there for her own kid. She was just as bad as-

“Hey, hey, Yang, stop,” Blake said firmly, know exactly what Yang was thinking. She gently gripped the sides of Yang’s head and looked into her wide, teary eyes. “It isn’t your fault. You aren’t like her. You never were. She left you. You didn’t leave us. It’s okay Yang. It’s okay.”

Yang sat there in Blake’s arms what felt like only an instant, before Blake leaned back to check a notification on her scroll. “Ruby and Weiss’ll be here in about five minutes. We can meet them back at our house and then pick up Jin once he gets out of school, okay?”

“O-okay,” Yang sniffled, wiping her eyes. “Hey, did Ruby and Weiss ever get together?”

“Oh yeah, they’re dating at the moment. I’m willing to bet that Ruby proposes by the end of the year.” Blake chuckled.

The couple stood, Yang still stubbornly leaning into Blake, and made their way out of the hospital.

Beeby AU but Blake/Yang fall into a coma after giving birth and wakes up 10 years later.

[a-wayne-at-heart]

HYPNOTISED: A Jason Todd/Red Hood x OC Fan Fic

Summary: Snippets of a blossoming romance between Jason Tood/Red Hood and an original character (named Ima), with other DC characters in supporting roles. Jason falls for a waitress at a diner he frequents with his best friend, Roy Harper. When she is caught in the crossfire between him and Black Mask, he is determined to protect her at all costs. What he does not expect is her falling for him, too. And how much she becomes a part of his - and the Batfamily’s - life.  

** Not strictly canon. Romance + fluff + minor angst. A lot of Batfamily feels. Title from the Coldplay song. Currently 8 chapters long, each one to be posted separately due to length. Editing may occur, depending on inspiration. :) **

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

Four

The sunlight filling the room forced her to open her eyes. How long was she out? In spite of the softness of the bed, her entire body was sore. Spotless white walls. Two traditional Japanese swords overhead. A wall-to-wall bookshelf made of fine wood. A tire with a bat insignia? And beside it, a photo of Batman and Robin… Where was she? She pushed off the fluffy duvet that covered her. She was still wearing her uniform, except it was soiled and parts of it were singed. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of blood, sweat, and soot.  

All her senses were telling her that last night was not a dream. As she stepped onto the carpeted floor, she noticed the Post-it stuck on the bedside lamp. “Breakfast awaits”, followed by a smiley face. She rubbed her arms, feeling a small strip of gauze taped to the underside of her left arm. She peeled it off, revealing a puncture wound that looked suspiciously like one for intravenous fluid infusion. Her reflection on a full length mirror showed her the bandages on her face and other parts of her body. She yawned, straightened out what was left of her clothes, then gingerly walked out of the bedroom. Her stomach grumbled at the scent of freshly made waffles. Her eyes widened at who may have been causing them.  

“Jason?”

“Hey,” Jason said with a bright smile, setting a plated pile of scrumptious-looking waffles on the kitchen island. “I bet you’re hungry. You’ve been out for two days.” He was wearing an apron with “Kiss the Hood” haphazardly sprayed in red onto it (Roy’s idea of a joke). When she did not reply, he continued, “I made waffles. They’re probably not going to be as good as what you guys serve at the diner, I didn’t really have time to go grocery shopping this week, what with the -”  

His ramble was drowned out by the sight of Ima taking in her surroundings. She was a bug-eyed, and he found it adorable. The safe house looked like a bachelor’s pad, with its dark wood paneling and floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking a lake (underneath which a customized amphibious vehicle designed by no other than Lucius Fox himself was parked). Leather-covered furniture, modern industrial fixtures. All of it concealed the state-of-the-art reinforcements and built-in weaponry (not to mention the safe room within the safe house) to give a homey feel. A bomb could go off at their front door and it would not even make a dent. It was a far cry from the one he and Roy used to operate from when they first started getting clients. But that was in the past; they were working for Batman, Incorporated now. He and Roy were often caught in the crossfire or swept into shady political dealings as guns-for-hire. By employing them, Bruce (and, by extension, Oliver Queen) could keep constant tabs on them. And even if the older man would not admit it out loud, Jason knew he was being protective.  

Ima approached him slowly, and the sway of her hips almost made him drop the batter-covered spatula. He had grown used to seeing her after her shift at the diner, which was just when the sun was about to set. But the morning sun was making her ebony skin glow in a way he was not sure he could ever get used to. Gulp.  

“Where am I?” She said, suddenly light-headed, grabbing a nearby stool to steady herself. Jason quickly caught her by the small of her back and guided her onto the seat.

“In our safe house,” he replied. The safest. Well, second only to Wayne Manor.

“Our?”

“My, um, best friend lives here, too. He’ll be back any minute now.” She had met him before. Sort of.

“I had the strangest dream… I was in a burning building and… the Red Hood rescued me.”

He nervously wiped his hands on his apron and took a seat across from her. Yup, this conversation was happening.  

“Then he took off his mask,” she continued, looking confused, “and it was you.”

There was no point denying it. “It wasn’t a dream, Ima.”

He handed her a glass of water. After taking a sip, she stared at him with a blank expression that made him even more uneasy. What did she think of him now?

She nodded, but more to herself. Yes, Ima. He was that masked vigilante scaring the shit out of criminals in Gotham City. The “dangerous” and “lethal” one that the news warned the citizens about.

“You… saved me.” He nodded silently back.

“The explosion in the warehouse… those scary thugs with guns… m-my… my brother?” She choked out the last part, tears building up in her confused eyes. His heart broke for her. “All of it… happened?”

“Yes… What do you remember exactly?”

“I… I went over to the docks to bring him leftovers from the diner. He called me earlier that day to let me know that he was working late. It wasn’t the first time, but I wanted to surprise him. As - as I was walking toward the warehouse, I heard some men talking about - about -” Horror was clearly reflected in her eyes as the memory flooded back in. “- t-t-taking Kai down… they were going to shoot him, something about him knowing too much… I couldn’t move, I was so scared! Then I felt an arm grab me from behind and drag me into the warehouse…”

“What did you see?” What were her nightmares going to made of?

“A briefcase, two men were shaking hands over it… One of them had a black face. He looked so… evil. He sneered at me when his men dragged me in… asked that they bring me closer, pulled up my skirt…” Black Mask was going to pay. Dearly. “Kai kept begging them to let me go… Wouldn’t even take his share in the loot, he said…” She was staring off into the distance, as if watching the macabre scene playing on an invisible screen. “… then I heard it. My brother’s gasps for air…” A gunshot between the eyebrows. He had tripped over the lifeless body on the ground amid the chaos, recognized him immediately. Ima briefly introduced them months ago. If only he had known then…

Now her eyes were lifeless.

“I-I wanted to run to him, see if he was still b-breathing, but some of the men started yelling that there was an intruder, another one…” That idiotic moment when he and Roy got caught. “Th-there was p-panic, so I bit the arm that was holding me and ran for it…”

She collapsed on the floor, covering her face. “I l-left him there…” He knelt down beside her, enveloping her shivering shoulders. Her sobs were muffled in the firmness of his chest, tears drenching his shirt. “I never suspected a t-thing. I should’ve worked harder so that he didn’t have to take that job at the docks… I should’ve listened more… I should’ve, sh-should’ve -” He caught her slender hand as it pounded on his chest and gently held it. “Hey, hey. None of this was your fault. Kai ran with a bad crowd, but he didn’t deserve what happened to him.” But those who did this to him were going to get what they deserved. He would make sure of it.

As she clutched at him tighter, he could feel her chest heaving violently against his. He knew what it was like to lose the only family you knew, but he also knew that second chances were a thing. The seven missed calls from Oracle was proof enough that family was much more than just sharing DNA. She would get her second chance.    

A text message sent to Roy. Not patrolling tonight. The city could wait.

[demcnsinmymind]

@ebonyforged “ never been in the woods. more bugs than i thought. ” | 𝐇𝐁𝐎'𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐔𝐒  /  𝐄𝐏  𝟑,  𝟒  &  𝟓. | Always Open!

"Hold the fuck up" Lance says and stops dead in his tracks, just so he can turn around and shoot an utterly horrified and disbelieving look at Ebony.

"You've never been in the woods. Really. Like, for real. You actually mean that" he repeats, and he looks so offended by the statement that it just ends up looking funny. Soon after, he gives her a confused frown.

"How? Why?"

[demcnsinmymind]

@ebonyforged sent : sender kisses receiver to show off for someone else. + reverse 😉 | VARYING KISSES PROMPT | Always Open!

There's something about Ebony that always manages to crack him. Maybe it's all the 'battles' that they fought together (or more like : she fought to keep his ass safe after he successfully managed to get himself into trouble again). Maybe it's just the way she is. Whatever the reason - somehow, she's managed to drag him to this club. Get him to drink with her, even though he's usually pretty meh about that.

They've been having a good time for a while though, sitting by the bar, drinking, laughing, flirting, when he notices it. A couple. Somewhere in the back. Lit only a fraction of a second by the flickering club lights, but they're there. Their eyes, watching them, watching her. He's not entirely sure who's checking out who. But after watching, observing, he's pretty sure that the woman is all eyes for Ebony. A glint in them he's all too familiar with. Desire. Want. Need.

Who can blame her, really.

He figures they could be plotting something. Trying to decipher how the both Ebony and he himself tick. If the four of them are likeminded, if they should come over, can come over, propose what they're obviously all eyes and hands for.

After a good minute of switching between watching them watch them and looking at Ebony, drinking with her, the look on Lance's face turns wicked. Because it's getting obvious that the others are hesitant, the woman especially, despite her interest. It's a shame she doesn't seem to be interested in him, but then again, not like he could blame her considering Ebony is his 'contestant', or that he's one to judge. Maybe, that just makes it more of a dare. A challenge. To get her to come over and conquer what he's already had the great fortune of exploring. So when sees how she doesn't make a move on his 'date', doesn't come over, does nothing, it's him who takes initiative instead. Only comes natural after all.

"You got a secret admirer" Lance teases as he leans in closer to Ebony, letting her put the bottle back down before closing the distance between them to capture her lips with his. He's slow and methodical about it at first, but increasingly sensual and teasing soon after, his hand sneaking up to trace across the side of her neck and into her hair. He takes his time - not just because he always enjoys the hell out of kissing her, but also because he wants to watch the couple's reaction. Opening his eyes after a moment and turning his head a bit to shoot them a look. Inviting, no, daring either of them to come over and try the same if they're bold enough, or let them watch if they aren't because one thing's for sure: He already has his lips on the price. And he's probably never going to grow tired of it.

[demcnsinmymind]

Mwah!

There u have it. She’s actually managed to make him giggle.

[demcnsinmymind]

@ebonyforged​ sent: “She had plans to go to a party, really, but who is she to refuse an offer to get drunk and wait out the clock together? Unfortunately for Lance, it means having Ebony glued to his side on the couch almost all night while they burn through bad movies and bottles of champagne. Supposedly, the cuddling is the price paid for making her miss a demon-exclusive party. "Ten seconds, Lance," she says, grinning up from her place at his side while the countdown ticks away on her TV. Some local channel, the kind everyone somehow ends up on during new year's. "These pretty lips won't kiss themselves!"

There are a lot of things wrong with this day and the happenings attached to it. An accumulation of everything he doesn’t like these days, so to say. Celebrating the passage of time. Drinking. Loud noises. A day he used to spend at the production company. Before. With a lot of fake friends, and a lot of fake conversation and fake promises for the next year. Or even further in the past. Spent with family and friends he no longer has and/or who can’t ever know that he’s still alive. It probably would’ve been better to just stay all by himself now. And not celebrate New Year’s at all. Just sleep through it or do whatever.

Instead, he’s somehow found his way over to the doorstep of the only person he knows out here these days, might even consider a real friend. He knows she had plans to go out the second she opens the door - dressed up and as gorgeous as ever. Wants to make a beeline straight for the hills already, mentally slapping himself for such a dumb idea. But of course, this is Ebony, and it doesn’t take her long to take him up on his dire need for company tonight. Throwing him on her couch, shoving a drink to his chest, and keeping him occupied with a truckload of bad movies. And sure enough, on the outside, he’s doing his best to sell the usual part. Complaining about the poor quality of said movies, ranting throughout the ‘ridiculous’ plots, never minding the fact how glued he is to the screen as he does so, entirely invested anyway. And maybe that’s exactly what he’s come here for after all. Knowing that she knows him by now. How to get him, crack him, get him to ease up. Something he definitely needs on a day like this.

Especially because there it is again. That passage of time. A countdown, numbers going lower...and lower...driving the point further home. Losing time. Losing time. Losing time. While she’s grinning at said countdown, he keeps his eyes fixed on her. Surprised by that little paradoxical thing he feels because of her, despite the timer. Relief. Thankfulness. Maybe even happiness. Because despite everything that happened during the past couple of months...or however many days or weeks or maybe even years had passed...he knows he isn’t alone anymore. Not today. Maybe nevermore. Time is moving forward now. Things are. And maybe, that’s a good thing after all.

So in the end, he beams a big, genuine smirk at her and starts chuckling at last, troubles fading away for a moment. “You’re such a cliché” he jokes but not in a harmful way, it’s entirely endearing instead. The smirk grows into a huge grin and even though he’s never been one for such traditions, never really cared about the meaning of a New Year’s kiss or getting one at all - he still kisses her pretty lips the second the clock strikes 12. Not just because she insisted, but also to let her know, to tell her without having to say it.

Thank you for this.

He keeps it sweet and PG rated at first just so he doesn’t ruin the moment, but soon enough, he can’t help it. Sucking her lower lip between his teeth to bite it, gently. “Pretty? More like tasty” he teases, then kisses her once more, twice, thrice, while his right hand slowly reaches for the last slice of pizza on the table, inching closer and closer....

“Just like this last piece I’m calling dibs on.”

And just like that, his mouth his away from hers, eager to deliver on his devious plan with a mischievous laugh. Inching closer and closer towards that last slice.

[demcnsinmymind]

"I'm scared to look in the mirror, there's a demon in there!"

"...."

[demcnsinmymind]

@ebonyforged sent: Ebs 😈 , sent at 4am: We've had sex. You know how heavy I am. So don't think I couldn't tackle you to the ground if I wanted to. Yes this is a threat. Fight me.

Lance, sent at 04:14am: Are you absolutely *positive* this is a threat? Cos I’m thinking that kinda depends on what you’re planning to do to me once I’ve hit the ground 😏 Elaborate, please.

[demcnsinmymind]

@ebonyforged sent: "Hold this." She'd told him, before pushing Ivory into Lance's hands so Ebony can go squeeze herself through a tiny hole in the wall. Didn't even think twice about it, despite her previous insistence on him never touching Ivory without her explicit permission. Now, she just kind of handed her over to Lance and left him there with the silver pistol in his hands while she breaks into another building.

Before he even manages to get a single word out, Ebony's gone already. Squeezed right through the almost comically tiny hole in the wall before him. For a split second, the wonder of that sight alone has been enough to momentarily distract him from the main problem. Because seriously, how the fuck does she always manage to be so agile? One upping herself with new stunts every single time? It really is a freaking marvel.

Anyway, shaking his head, Lance is soon reminded of the sudden warm weight that has been added to his hands, and when he looks down, it's right there. Her gun. For a while, he just stands there, dumbfounded, because truth be told, he's never held a real gun in his hands before. In his entire fucking life. And now it's right here. In his hands. Warm and cool all at once, given its smooth metallic surface, if you don't count the engravings on it. Eventually, his left hand wraps around the grip. Slowly and somewhat shakily. Sure enough. In a way, it's comforting. Empowering. But still. Entirely terrifying too.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with it?" he asks her, out loud, confusion, terror and slight annoyance obvious in his voice. But even then, he can't help but twist and turn it around in his hands a bit, mindful not to touch the trigger. Gun noob or not. Even he knows the importance of that kind of discipline. If anything, he doesn't want to shoot himself in the foot with it. So he treats it with respect. Mindful curiosity.

"If you want me to shoot something in there with it, the least you can do is give me some lessons first!" he shouts after her next, and maybe he does sound a little intrigued and excited in the end. After all, he's seen the kinds of things she's been able to do to some very pesky creatures with it. And maybe, he's grown to like the idea.

[demcnsinmymind]

Ebony's holiday gift to Lance: A brand new and disturbingly high end handheld filming camera. Obviously there's a note:

"I stole this because corporate America can suck my left tit. This is my payment for all the past and future booty calls. I was gonna shoot something sexy on it before I gave it to you as an added bonus but it looks way too complicated. Anyway, I have plans for this so you have to accept it.

P.S. No, most demons don't celebrate Christmas, but most of them also don't have a brain."

"What the fuck??!" is the first thing that escapes his mouth the second he sees the box. ARRI it reads. It's a fucking ARRI. What the fuck indeed. Then he sees the note and can't help but laugh all the more.

"Well look at you, you cheeky minx" Lance chuckles, turning the note over multiple times with an amused headshake.

"Didn't know those booty calls were worth 100k. Way to boost the ego. Don't suppose you knew though" he's talking to himself though truth be told, he still doesn't know how that deal with her works. Maybe she can hear it, so he keeps talking.

"Better teach you how to use it then. Can't wait to see that plan of yours" he mutters, then looks up at the ceiling, only to remember that she's a demon, so he looks down at the floor instead, and starts half-yelling.

"Thanks, Ebony! I'm accepting it! Hit me up for a lesson or two any time!"

Does this make him sound and look like a madman? Absolutely. Does he care? Not in the slightest.