#you know who you are and i appreciate you for tagging me in puns ya know i'll like ❤️

[avionvadion]

Part Four of "I have no self control, so here ya go."

Lucifer x Fem!Human!OC

Warning: I don’t know how to write songs, so please don’t judge the Lucifer song too hard. T_T That said, I'm actually fairly proud of how this one turned out?

By some miracle, dinner went fairly well. 

Eleanora was rather uncomfortable the entire time, forced to tag along by the anxious Lucifer who absolutely refused to let her run away and made to suffer the awkwardness that was conversation. Lucifer was very expressive as he spoke, as he always was, but in his panic his voice went all over the place, raising and lowering in pitch and even cracking as he barked a few laughs. 

To save him from a panic attack, seeing the poor man on the verge of hyperventilating, his white face turning a bit blue, she stood up from her seat and declared she was thirsty, asking cheerfully if anyone else would like some water. 

From there, she got everyone some glasses- but gave Lucifer an especially tall one in case he chugged half of it in one go. Which he did. And then laughed, saying that was some quality water. 

“Gotta hydrate or die-drate.” Eleanora joked, attempting to save him from his own awkwardness, sitting back down. “And~ I’d rather you all stay hydrated.” 

Lucifer choked on his water, while Charlie let out a small laugh. “Aww, Ellie! That’s so sweet!” 

Vaggie smiled. “Yeah, thanks. I, uh… appreciate the sentiment.” 

Eleanora just flashed them all a wink and finger gunned them. “I got you, fam. Maybe next time we can have some… quali-tea? Ey? Eyyyy?” She looked at Lucifer, who was gaping at her, his red eyes wide. “No? Not funny? Man, I thought that joke was tea-riffic.” 

She sighed and folded her arms over her chest, pouting.

“Water we going to do now? That really didn’t land the way I was hoping.” 

Silence. 

“...O~kay, no more puns. Got it.” 

Charlie snorted, bringing a hand up to cover the lower half of her face, and Vaggie shook her head. From beside Eleanora, Lucifer bit his lip, holding his half-empty glass of water with both hands as his shoulders began to shake. Everyone turned to look at him in surprise when he leaned forward, a weak yet almost relieved chuckle escaping his lips as he looked up at the brunette, his eyes crinkling fondly. “That was horrible.” 

Eleanora made a face. “I thought it was hilarious.” 

“I’m starting to think you truly believe that.”

She gasped, turning in her chair to properly face him. “Excuse me! Those jokes were classic!” 

“Mmhm.” Lucifer hummed, a grin spreading across his lips as he lifted his glass to take another drink. “I’m sure they were.” 

“Hah!” Despite her behavior, Eleanora wasn’t actually offended; she actually found the banter quite delightful, as evident by the smile on her face. “Rude.” 

He just raised a brow at her, a slight smirk on his lips, as he took a sip of his water. 

Fuck, I’m already crushing. 

She could be so hopeless sometimes, honestly. 

Eleanora forced herself to turn her head away, picking up her own glass as she tried to ignore the burning in her cheeks. Damn him and his audacity. He was so anxious not even five minutes ago; where did this sass come from!? Maybe her puns were a little too effective. 

“Thank you for cooking, Vaggie!” 

Vaggie offered a smile. “Of course. Thanks for actually joining us for once.” 

At that, Charlie cringed while Eleanora looked uncomfortably to the side, her good mood immediately gone. The blonde-haired princess turned to look down at her girlfriend, frowning. “Vaggie…” 

“What? I meant it.” 

Lucifer blinked, watching as Eleanora poked what little remained of her food with her fork. He glanced back at Charlie and Vaggie. “Ellie doesn’t normally join you for meals?” 

“It’s okay!” Charlie hurriedly said, already attempting to do damage control. She held her hands up in the air, smiling as brightly as she could. “It’s been… a lot for her to process, and a lot of Hell’s food isn’t exactly what she’s used to either, so… it’s been an… adjustment. She does eat! I think. I’m pretty sure.” 

Vaggie snorted and leaned back into her seat, folding her arms over her chest. “Yeah, bread.” 

“Which is very filling!” Charlie exclaimed, holding a finger up in the air. 

“And eggs, I guess.” Vaggie added after a moment of thought. “But that’s… not that filling.” 

Eleanora was looking more and more uncomfortable with each thing said. “At least I’m eating.” 

Lucifer hadn’t thought much about it earlier, but her plate wasn’t exactly filled with a whole lot when they first sat down. Eleanora had eaten everything he created earlier, and there was a lot of food, but for as happily as she devoured all of that earlier her dinner plate had only a store-bought roll and a few small scoops of fried rice. She completely avoided the pork chops Vaggie cooked.

It’s been hours, so she should be hungry, but she didn’t… eat as much as she should. 

No wonder she was so thin. “How long have you been in Hell?” 

Eleanora paused, turning to give him a confused look. “Almost a week…? Why?” 

Lucifer hmph’d and lifted a hand, snapping his fingers. 

The human woman yelped when the leftover pork chop suddenly vanished from the tray on the counter and appeared on her plate. As that happened, several plates and bowls of various dinner foods appeared on the table- ham, mashed potatoes, freshly baked bread, gravy, baked macaroni. 

Eleanora, Charlie, and Vaggie were all shocked, but the devil king just looked stern. 

“Eat.” Lucifer told the brunette, standing up and reaching over to stab a couple slices of ham with a two-pronged fork, plopping them on her plate. “My little Charlie and Maggie-” 

“Vaggie.” Charlie helpfully supplied, a smile blooming as she laced her hands together in front of her chest. “But, please, continue.” 

“-wouldn’t prepare anything that would be detrimental for you.” Eleanora leaned back in her seat, mildly intimidated by the sight of Lucifer leaning in front of her, holding onto the fork he stabbed into the ham. He frowned. “You’re human. A living, breathing human. You need to eat.” 

Well, fuck. “O-Okay…” 

If the King of Hell is getting on her case about it, she can’t really argue it. 

Lucifer’s expression brightened immediately. “Wonderful! Now, eat up!” He sat back down and patted her back with a laugh. “You’ll need your strength if you wanna survive Hell! Haha! Oh,” Turning his head, he beamed at Charlie and Vaggie, “feel free to dig in, you two! It’s for everyone!”  

Vaggie was baffled, reaching over to grab a scoop of baked macaroni. “What was even the point of me cooking…?” 

“I enjoy your cooking!” Charlie sang, leaning over to gently bump her head against hers. Vaggie blushed, her expression softening. “Just think of it as fancy seconds!”

Somehow, by some strange miracle, dinner continued a lot more smoothly after that. Eleanora chewed the pork chop slowly, trying to get used to the strange and unfamiliar Hell meat, before digging into the ham with a lot more gusto. Charlie offered her a piece of bread and she took it, listening while she ate as Charlie excitedly rambled to Lucifer about some of her plans for decorating the hotel. 

He didn’t look like he was entirely following along, most of it most likely flying over his head as he unintentionally zoned out and then zoned back in, startled and confused when he realized he missed something, but definitely seemed happy his daughter was enjoying herself. That was as good a start as any. 

It’ll take a while for him to ground himself in reality again, to not get lost in his head, but he was trying to listen for his daughter and that’s what counts. 

Baby steps. 

“Well, I should… probably get going now.” Lucifer made himself say a while after everyone finished eating, a couple hours of conversation passing by- conversation that was mostly Charlie and Vaggie talking at Lucifer and trying to drag Eleanora into it. They were all in the lounge again, having done another tour of the hotel just because that’s where their feet led them. He flashed his daughter a warm smile. “It… It was really nice seeing you again, kiddo.” 

“Same.” Charlie beamed, tears stinging her eyes. “I can’t wait until I can come over! I think I should be able to visit in a couple days. I’m thinking Wednesday?” 

“Uh, great! Yeah!” He nodded. “...What’s today?” 

“Sunday.” 

“Oh, wow! Haha! Is it?” Wow, of course today would be that day. The day the devil reunites with his daughter is the day religious humans go to church. “What are the chances!? I’ll… see you Wednesday, sweetheart!” Lucifer then flashed Vaggie an awkward grin, stepping back and pointing finger guns at her. Eleanora tried not to cringe, realizing he was mimicking her in his panic. “Look after my baby girl for me, Maggie! Hehe.” 

Vaggie offered him a polite smile, reaching out to hold Charlie’s hand. “Gladly.” 

“And~ you! Ellie!” He spun on his heel, looking at the woman who was standing in the corner watching the goodbyes take place. She startled, having not expected him to call on her. “Thanks for the help! I’ll… start working on my half of our deal! Cool? Cool! Make sure you eat whatever Maggie cooks you! Charlie!?”

“Yes?” His daughter perked up, red eyes sparkling. “What is it, Dad?” 

Lucifer hesitated, looking very reluctant to leave. He observed her face like today was the last day he’d ever get to see it. “I…” 

She pulled away from Vaggie and stepped forward, voice softening. “Yeah?” 

Lucifer reached out, gently grasping her hands in his, giving them a slight squeeze. Charlie did the same, looking down at her father with misty eyes. “I… I love you, Charlie. And I’m… sorry- that… I was gone for so long. I… shouldn’t have been.” 

“Dad…” 

“B-But I’ll be here now!” He promised, leaning forward on his tiptoes as he looked up at her. “I won’t ever leave you alone again! So… I’ll be waiting! Wh-What day did we agree on again?” 

“I’ll text it to you.” Charlie said, smiling shakily. “That way you won’t forget.” 

“Right! Y-Yeah, that would… that would probably be best.” Lucifer cringed. “My… memory isn’t what it used to be. Heh. Kind of why I don’t watch television anymore; it scrambles the brain!” He stuck out his tongue and made a few weird noises, giggling. “And mine’s scrambled enough! Haha!”  

Charlie just pulled him into another hug, leaning down and wrapping her arms around him, squeezing him tight. “That’s okay. We’ll find a way to work around it.” 

“O-Oh!” That surprised him. 

Lucifer’s features softened. It didn’t take long for him to melt into the hug. 

He rested his face against his daughter’s shoulder. “Thank you… Charlie. For giving me a second chance.” 

“Of course, Dad.” She held him tighter before releasing him, her hands resting lightly against his arms as he smiled up at her. “That’s what the hotel is all about, you know; giving people second chances. I’ve… been wanting to give you one for the longest time.” 

The devil king almost started crying then and there, but somehow managed to hold his tears back. “I’m… so sorry, Char.” 

“It’s okay. You’re here now.” 

“...I’ll see you soon.” His red eyes flashed determinedly. “I promise.” 

Charlie beamed. “I’ll see you Wednesday, Dad.” 

With that, Lucifer took a deep breath and vanished into a burst of red mist- teleporting away back to his castle. Eleanora felt herself relax. 

Unfortunately, no sooner had she done so did Charlie spin on her heel to face her, panic written all across her features. 

Eleanora squeaked when the blonde ran at her, grabbing at her shoulders and shaking her. “What happened between you two!? What’s going on!? How did you end up working with my dad!? What was that in the dining hall!? Why was he holding your hand!? Why were you holding his hand!?” 

Fuck. 

Vaggie seemed to realize there was no calming Charlie down until she got her answers, but did at least try and pry the princess off of Eleanora, coiling an arm around her waist and tugging her back. 

It was a very messy explanation Eleanora gave her, fumbling for the right words and stuttering all over the place, but the brunette made sure to emphasize to the panicking Charlie that she was merely being Lucifer’s emotional support and that there was nothing between them aside from… friendship. Because Lucifer called her a friend. So the hand holding was solely a platonic in-search-of-encouragement kind of thing. 

Charlie’s face was utterly flushed as she fanned herself, giggling awkwardly as she leaned against her much shorter girlfriend. “O-Oh! Okay! That… makes sense. Okay. Yeah. S-Sorry, I was just- I mean, you just got here, but i-it looked like you two were flirting a-and I didn’t know if Dad was finally moving on from Mom or if I would have to start treating you as my step-mom-” 

“Yeah, no!” Eleanora fervently waved a hand in the air, shaking her head. “Y-Yeah-ha-ha! Uh, we were not flirting. He definitely was not flirting. Um. I’m not gonna be your step-mom. But good for him if he does ever decide to remarry! I hope you’ll get along well with whoever that is. And… take the whole thing well. Haha… but no. No, no, no.” 

“Oh…” Charlie blinked, looking almost… disappointed? 

“I mean, he’s gorgeous- you definitely got your looks from him,” Eleanora was rambling now, hands moving about as she spoke, “and I’m starting to think a lot of your personality came from him, too? So, hey! The apple didn’t fall very far from the tree! Hehe. Because he’s… Lucifer? Who gave the apple to humanity? And… when a child is similar to a parent the saying’s- oh, forget it. I wasn’t flirting with your dad!” 

The blonde’s face was completely blank. 

Eleanora looked nervous. 

She watched as Charlie lifted a hand to her chin, going deep into thought. “It really felt like you were, though…” 

Heaven save her. Eleanora felt like her face was going to combust it was so red, her voice raising a couple octaves. “I wasn’t!” 

“...What if he was flirting with you?” Charlie suddenly asked, thoughts clearly running a thousand miles per hour. Vaggie looked up at the princess curiously, wondering where she was going with this. “What if… Dad really is trying to move on? I…” 

Charlie was silent. 

For a long moment she looked sad, but then her eyes lit up and she brightened. “I think it would be really good for him! Kinda awkward,” Charlie deepened her voice, making a face and wave a hand sideways, before smiling widely again, “since we have the pact and all, and we’re kinda friends, but overall I think it’d be great!” 

She clapped her hands together, leaning down so she was closer in height to the much shorter human. Eleanora leaned back, intimidated, her eyes wide as could be and her face as red at Charlie’s suit. 

“Yeah! We’re all mature adults here! Why don’t you go for it, El?” 

Eleanora looked like a statue with how she had frozen completely still. “...Hah?” 

“If my dad likes you… and you like my dad…” Charlie circled her index fingers around each other, grinning ear-to-ear. “Why don’t you go for it!? You’re a good person! I trust you. Dad probably needs someone by his side anyway, and he seems to like you enough that he’s willing to hold hands with you and rely on you!” 

At that, Vaggie finally stepped in- reaching an arm out for the second time to separate Charlie from the very startled Eleanora. “Charlie. Babe. El is human.” 

“And?” She looked confused. “My mom used to be human before she fell down with my dad.” 

Wait, what? “Who was your mom!?” 

“Lilith!” Charlie answered brightly. “She was one of the first humans.” 

Eleanora looked deeply confused. “I thought Adam and Eve were the first humans?” 

“Lilith came first.” The princess kindly explained, smiling at her. “It’s a long story. I have a book! I can read it to you tomorrow, if you want?” 

“Uh… sure?” 

“Anyways!” Charlie stood up straight and rested her hands on her hips, turning to look down at Vaggie with furrowed brows and a bit of a pout. “What makes you think Eleanora can’t be with my dad?” 

“She’s a human.” Vaggie repeated. “One who didn’t fall or die and wind up here. If she gets with your dad, she won’t be able to go back home.” 

Charlie’s eyes went wide and she gasped, her mouth going agape. “Ooooh… that’s… y-yeah.” 

She brought a hand up to her chin, fingers resting over her mouth. 

“Good point. But… it’s not like we even know how to get her home in the first place…” 

Eleanora puffed out her cheeks and huffed, throwing her hands up in the air. “Are either of you listening to anything I’m saying!?” 

The two women turned to look at her, surprised by the outburst. Around them, the human was normally quiet and behaved. They’ve never even seen her act as silly as she did at the dinner table until today, and she’s certainly never raised her voice at them. 

“Lucifer and I were not- and I repeat, not- flirting! We were just holding hands because he was scared he’d screw things up and needed the support! He’s been terrified of contacting Charlie for years because he was scared she’d hate him!” Eleanora bit her lip, glancing to the side as she gripped the hem of her blue button-up. “I was just… being a good friend! Good friends support each other. Admittedly I just became his friend today, but… the point still stands.” 

She looked back up at them. 

“There’s nothing more to it.” 

Charlie looked shocked at the information the human just gave her, but didn’t focus on it for very long, her features shifting into one of disappointment. “If you’re sure…” 

“Trust me, hon.” Eleanora made a face, her smile a bit strained as she clapped her hands together. “I’m sure.” 

That conversation was probably the most draining thing of the day. 

As Vaggie pulled Charlie away, saying they should probably start getting ready for bed- the girlfriends going to take a shower before dressing in their pajamas- Eleanora could hear Charlie mumbling as they walked away. 

“Dad was definitely flirting… wasn’t he? I mean, he’s eccentric but he’s not… normally like that with other people.” 

“If he’s anything like you, babe,” Vaggie said, patting the blonde’s back, “then I’d give it a strong maybe.” 

Eleanora smacked a palm to her face. 

Jesus Christ-! He was not flirting! 

Lucifer would never. 

Not wanting to hear anymore about her and the devil king, Eleanora rubbed her face and marched up the stairs to where her dingy bedroom was waiting, tossing on her black star patterned joggers and loose blue tank top, and collapsed on her bed to sleep. 

Today has been such a mess. She was exhausted. 

…What they said earlier was lingering in her head, though. 

If she was to get together with Lucifer, she wouldn’t be able to return home. Is that because she’s a human and he’s a fallen angel? Or would it be the same if she were to get with anyone that wasn’t human? Whether it was a demon or fallen angel, if she were to marry them, would she be trapped forever? 

She has absolutely no intention of doing so, but it did make her curious about what all the rules in Hell were. 

Reaching over to her desk, still laying on her back, Eleanora picked up her phone and flipped open the screen. She scrolled through her contacts and opened the app she normally used to message her second eldest sister. 

Her eyes starting to sting, worrying her bottom lip, Eleanora spent about ten minutes rereading previous conversations, as well as new messages- messages that were being sent to her, yet she was unable to respond to. 

In a feat of kindness, Charlie had made it so she could access Hell’s internet and social network with her phone from Earth. She’s been receiving texts and messages from her family, who have all been losing their minds over her disappearance, but nothing she’s tried to send has gone through. She’s just been… watching them slowly lose their minds. 

It’s been killing her bit-by-bit inside, more and more with each passing day.

She’s always wondered how they might react if she one day disappeared, but she never actually expected it to happen. She never expected them to care so much. The reason they were still messaging her after the several days she’s spent down here is probably because they see she’s reading their texts. Maybe they’re hoping she’ll respond back one day, or they can use her smartphone to track her. 

But… Eleanora doubts a GPS can pinpoint Hell.

Setting her phone back down and plugging it in, she curled up into a ball under the thin blankets, grabbing one of the extra pillows and hugging it close to her chest. 

“It’s okay, it’s alright…” She sang quietly to herself, hoping it would comfort herself as much as it seemed to comfort Lucifer. “To play the fool has always been my plight…” 

Lips curling back, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

“In this tiny circus show…”

She inhaled shakily. 

“I’m the nameless Pierrot.” 

…

If it wasn’t for Charlie knocking on her door the next morning for breakfast, Eleanora would have slept all day. 

She grimaced and sat up, yawning loudly with a tired, “I’m awake!” 

“Oh, yay!” She heard the blonde exclaim from the other side of the door. “Vaggie’s heating up some of the leftovers from last night, so feel free to come down and join us once you’re ready! We’re having ham for breakfast! Hehe.” 

There was the sound of footsteps, and then Charlie was gone. 

Eleanora fell back down onto her back, sinking into the rickety mattress, and sighed. She shot an arm out to fondle the desk for her phone, bringing it over to stare at the screen. She had multiple texts from her second eldest sister asking how she’s doing, if she’s okay, and even telling her about her day. Her oldest sister was asking where she was at and if she could please respond already. Her brother… 

Gods, his depression had already been so bad before, but now-

He wasn’t even asking her questions. His messages were just very short, “Hey” and “You there?” and “Hey” over and over again. 

Leaning her head back, Eleanora closed her eyes and swallowed back the lump that caught in her throat, resting her phone against her chest. She wasn’t a Sinner, but it honestly felt like she was being punished for something she had no control over. It wasn’t as if she wanted to be summoned into Hell. 

Feeling her phone vibrate again, Eleanora bit down hard on her bottom lip, her heart feeling like it was being torn apart. She had half a mind to just ignore the messages. 

They would stop after breakfast, then pick up again after lunch all the way until dinner. Then it would be radio silence until the next day. 

But… her phone was still vibrating…and in a way that wasn’t the usual string of texts.

It was almost like she was getting a phone call. Something that shouldn’t be happening, seeing as she can’t receive the calls despite being able to read the texts. She’s gotten so many missed calls because of it, all of them being sent immediately straight to voicemail without her phone ever vibrating. She shouldn’t be getting a call. 

Greatly confused, she forced herself to lift it up and look at the screen- only to blink, startled when she saw it was Lucifer who was calling her. 

That checks out, she supposed. 

She really needed to set a ringtone for him. 

Voice a bit raspy from sleep, she answered the call and went, “Hello…?” 

“O-Oh! You picked up! Haha!” 

“Yeah… uh, good… morning?” This was weird. 

“Good morning~!” The devil king sang, sounding quite chipper. Eleanora was not a morning person, but she wasn’t going to be upset at hearing his singing voice first thing after waking up. It oddly brightened her mood a bit.  “So, have you eaten yet? A human in Hell needs their nutrients~! Oh, what about Charlie? Has she eaten?” 

“Uh… we were about to. She’s with Vaggie getting it ready.” Eleanora squinted and sat up, fixing her tank top. “I… just woke up.” 

“Oh! Wow. Um. So I called you right on time then?” 

She made a face. “Kind of…?” 

“Fantastic! Well, I’ll… leave you to breakfast! Call me once you’re free, okay? I, uh, wanna talk to you about our deal.” 

“O-Okay…” Frick, she almost forgot about that. “Will do.” 

“Great! Make sure to finish whatever Maggie makes you! And make sure Char-Char eats her fill! My baby girl needs to stay healthy.” 

“…Have you eaten?” 

“Huh?” 

Eleanora isn’t sure what possessed her to ask that question, but she found herself pulling her knees up to her chest, hugging them close as she spoke to Lucifer over the phone. “M-Make sure you eat, too, okay?”

When all she received was silence, she felt her heart twist a little, but she soon relaxed when she heard him respond, “Y-Yeah… I’ll… do that.” 

“You can’t run Hell on an empty stomach.” Eleanora tried to joke. 

“Ha! Haha!” Oof. Forced laughter. “Touché! Well, uh, I will, um, let you go. Until later. Don’t forget to call me back!” 

“Aye-aye, Your Majesty.” 

She waited until he hung up, then stared at her phone blankly, wondering what possessed the devil king to call her so early in the morning, before deciding not to think about it and instead headed to her bathroom to wash her face, brush her teeth, and get ready for the day. 

Seriously, what the hell was that? Normally he waited until at least noon to start spamming her with calls to ask about his daughter. 

Well… it’s fine, she supposed. 

A little weird, but fine. 

What would be a good ringtone for him? Ducktales? Nah, too obvious. Hrm…

Once Eleanora was dressed, she went downstairs to the dining hall where she awkwardly greeted Charlie and Vaggie, who were setting the table and getting ready to eat. 

Charlie immediately began talking about her plans for the day once they sat down and started eating, informing the human about how she and Vaggie were going to go into town looking for recruits. She asked Eleanora if she could stay in the hotel where it’s safe, telling her Razzle and Dazzle- two little flying dragons with the doofiest and cutest faces she’s ever seen- would protect her until they got back. 

Eleanora nodded, agreeing easily, not exactly keen on heading out into dangerous territory. She was also quite fond of Razzle and Dazzle, always having had a special interest in dragons and enjoying lizards in general due to her oldest sister’s own special obsession. 

Dragons were the best, and~ Razzle and Dazzle were itty bitty dragons. How could she not love them? 

“I’ll show you the book before we leave!” Charlie promised. “It’s something my mom left behind for me, but it pretty much tells the story of how she and my dad ended up in Hell, and why all the Sinners arrive here.” 

Ah, the true story behind the forbidden fruit. A grin crossed the brunette’s face. “I do like apples.” 

“Huh?” 

Eleanora blinked, realizing she said that aloud. She flashed Charlie a small grin. “Sorry. I, uh, was thinking about Adam and Eve. The apple? I like apples. Can’t blame her for eating it. They’re delicious. Apples are actually my favorite fruit. Grapes are a close second, though. Oh! And watermelon- but I’m picky about the texture.”  

Charlie just stared at the brunette then, something strange flashing in her eyes, before her face lit up. “My dad loves apples, too! Or, he did when I was little. I think he still does? He was obsessed with caramel apples for a time-“ 

Oh, gods, mistakes have been made. “I was just-“ 

“You two sure do have a lot in common!” She laughed. Charlie flashed Eleanora wink, sending her a finger gun. Vaggie hit her head against the table, groaning. Charlie was truly her father’s daughter. “No wonder you guys hit it off so well yesterday! Haha…!”

Eleanora took a deep breath to calm herself. “Charlie, sweetie, you remember what I told you about my relationship history?” 

The princess faltered, becoming increasingly disheartened. “You don’t… date?”

“Mmhm.” Eleanora stabbed a slice of ham with her fork, lifting it up to her lips with a sickeningly sweet smile. She tried not to remember how Lucifer piled food up on her dinner plate last night, the devil king having shown a surprising amount of concern for her wellbeing. “I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, I don’t smoke, and I don’t do relationships.” 

“B-But that’s because you’re scared of being betrayed!” Charlie exclaimed, standing up and smacking her hands against the table. 

Eleanora jumped, startled by her behavior and the sudden callout, and Vaggie lifted her head in shock, having not expected her girlfriend to be so passionate about this particular subject. 

“You said it yourself; you’ve seen dozens of people be abused or cheated on, and your own siblings be betrayed and threatened by their past partners, so you don’t want any of that! You don’t want to be used and abandoned. But my dad would never do anything like that!” Charlie’s eyes welled up with tears, looking heartbroken as she spoke about the brunette’s reasoning for avoiding relationships. “I know he’s the King of Hell and that can maybe give off the wrong impression, but he would never hurt you! You can trust him!” 

“Do you seriously want me to be your step-mom?” Eleanora choked. 

Charlie opened her mouth to give a retort, but hesitated. “I… I just want you guys to be happy. If we can’t… find a way to get you back home, El, you’ll be stuck here.”

So… what? “That doesn’t mean I have to date your dad.”

Eleanora can not believe those words just came out of her mouth. She can’t even believe she’s having this conversation. 

“Besides,” The brunette made herself continue, about to take a bite of her ham, “I doubt I’m his type.” 

Charlie looked like she wanted to protest, but Vaggie grabbed her arm and caused her to look down at her. The silver-haired beauty shook her head slowly, giving Charlie some very sympathetic eyes. They both turned to look as Eleanora attempted to calmly finish her breakfast, avoiding eye contact with both girls as she munched on her ham. 

“If I’m stuck in Hell forever, then I’m stuck in Hell forever.” The human rationalized as she set her fork down, furrowing her brows and staring with narrowed eyes at her empty plate. She tried not to think about the hole forming in her chest as she spoke. “I don’t see why I have to enter a relationship just because of it. I’ve been happily single, by choice, until now.” 

Besides, he’s… Lucifer Morningstar. 

She’s lucky enough he’s even considering her as a friend, although the only reason he’s doing so is because of his daughter. Without Charlie, Lucifer wouldn’t even glance in Eleanora’s direction. 

Why am I even thinking about this? Why is she even upset about it? I need to go home. 

“Charlie, I…” Eleanora faltered and took a deep breath, struggling to find the words. When she looked up, her expression was pained, and Charlie met her gaze with sad eyes. “I… appreciate… what you’re doing for me. What you’re… trying to do. But it’s not gonna happen. It’s not gonna work. I have no interest in dating-“

Maybe only a smidgen of curiosity. 

“-and your dad has no interest in me. He only talks to me to ask about you,” Although the phone call this morning was really weird since it didn’t feel as Charlie-focused as usual, “and- okay, sure. Maybe I do… find him… pretty, but attraction doesn’t equal affection and I sincerely, sincerely, doubt he’s attracted to me. So.” 

She held her hands up in a sassy dismissive shrug. 

“Yeah.” 

Charlie just gaped at Eleanora, before slumping forward and smacking a hand to her face, dragging her fingers slowly downwards. She looked disturbed. “Bringing this up feels like a mistake. I never wanna hear anyone describe or talk about my dad being attractive ever again. I regret everything.”

Vaggie snorted, patting her on the back, while Eleanora barked an awkward laugh. “So stop bringing it up!” 

“I-I’m sorry, I just-!” The blonde held her hands out in front of her, before brushing her bangs back, frustrated and flustered and concerned. “I want you to be happy, and I want my dad to be happy, and you two were really hitting it off last night at dinner so I thought- maybe- you two could find… happiness… together?” 

Charlie shook her head, propping her elbows up on the table with a groan. 

“I… I’ll admit, I’m not… really over my parents divorce yet, but I want them to be happy! I really do! And while I’d love for them to get back together, I… I know that’s not gonna happen! So… if it’s possible, I’d like for them to find happiness… even if it’s separately. If being with you could make Dad happy and make you happy, then…” 

She peered up at Eleanora, giving her the saddest puppy eyes in existence. 

“I really wanted to encourage you guys to go for it! I mean, I know Hell isn’t your home, but… if push comes to shove and we can’t get you back, I… want to help you find a home. If that home just happened to be with my dad, then, well…” Charlie shrugged, giving the brunette a bashful smile. “I’d be okay with that.” 

Charlie was… so insanely sweet and caring, it was hard to believe she was technically the anti-Christ. 

Holy fuck. 

“I… I appreciate that, but…” Eleanora breathed in a little shakily and rested a hand against the lower half of her face, leaning back into her chair as she tried to process this. 

Charlie must have been up all night thinking about this despite how much Eleanora tried to deny the claims yesterday. To think she came to such a decision so quickly- 

Her emotional maturity was truly something else. “There’s really nothing going on between me and your dad.” 

The princess pouted. “Okay… fine. I’ll give up. But just so you know, if you guys ever do start catching the feels…” 

Charlie waggled her fingers at her and flashed her a big toothy grin, resting a hand against her chest. Her eyes crinkled affectionately, her expression soft. 

“You have my blessing.” 

A conversation has never felt so uncomfortable and yet so wholesome. “…Thank you?” 

Charlie giggled. “You're welcome! Oooh~ how about we get to reading now!? Vaggie and I have a big day of wandering town, so we should go ahead and get this out of the way! Come on, come on, let’s clean all this up!”

Everyone having finished eating, the three women got to work clearing the table. Eleanora did the dishes while Charlie wiped down the table, and Vaggie dried everything Eleanora washed. It was a fairly efficient way of doing things, although Vaggie scolded Eleanora lightly for splashing her with water when she was trying to rinse off a spoon. 

The human apologized profusely for it, but the woman just took it in stride and laughed, nudging her with her elbow. “Relax~ I’m not mad. Just be more careful, okay? What if you sprayed Charlie?” 

Eleanora immediately looked horrified at the thought, which only made Vaggie laugh harder.

“We won’t kick you out, promise! Her suit’s just a nightmare to clean.” 

Ah. That makes sense. 

“Awww, are you guys bonding!?” Charlie popped out from behind them, causing the two women to yelp and shout in surprise and mild fright, and they turned to see the princess cooing at them. “We’re making friends! Oooh, I just knew today was gonna be great!” 

Eleanora yelped when Charlie tugged her and Vaggie into an abrupt group hug. Being the shortest one there, the human felt a little like she was suffocating. 

“Just you wait and see, El! Even if we can’t get you back to your old home, I’ll show you Hell can be the perfect place to make a new one!” 

Wow. “Sounds like you’ve, uh, really given up on me going back, huh?” 

“What? Oh, no!” Charlie let go of her and Vaggie immediately, stepping back and holding her hands up in a panic. “No, no, no! That’s not what I meant! I just- I was just trying to say, it’s good to keep an open mind! We never know what’s going to happen, after all!” 

Eleanora hummed, not giving it much thought before shrugging. “Yeah, fair enough.” 

That said, she can feel her phone vibrating like crazy inside her pocket as her siblings continued to send her one-way messages. It was driving her insane trying not to look at them, and even more so knowing she won’t be able to respond. They should have stopped by now, but they seemed especially unsettled and frantic today. 

So, to distract herself, she plastered on a smile and followed Charlie and Vaggie into the lounge, where they plopped down on a worn sofa. Holding her hands out, a red book with golden accents appeared in a puff of smoke onto Charlie’s lap, and the princess held it up with a big grin. 

“Okay, here we go!” She exclaimed, opening it up to the front page. Charlie looked at Eleanora with a big grin. “Are you ready?” 

“To learn the Story of Hell?” She asked, raising her brows as she leaned against the armrest, propping her chin up, quoting the title of the book. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” 

Charlie squealed, to Vaggie’s amusement, and looked down at the pages. “Okay, okay! Here goes.”

She took a deep breath, relaxing as her girlfriend casually leaned against her side, Vaggie holding her arm as she snuggled up with her, before starting to read, 

“Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light- beings known as Angels, who worshiped good and shielded all from evil.” Charlie read with a surprisingly strong and clear voice, adding emotion only when necessary. “Lucifer… was one of these angels.” 

Eleanora nodded along slowly, listening intently to the tale that was being told. “Okay, that’s… pretty close to what I know.” 

Charlie just flashed her a sad smile and continued, “He was a dreamer- one with fantastical ideas for all of creation. But… he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven, for they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world, and so he could only watch as the angels began to expand the universe in their ways…” 

The human sat up straighter, moving to try and get a look at the pages in the book, noticing it had artwork. There was a heartbreaking image of a silhouette being scolded and ignored, abandoned, by disturbing creatures with multiple eyes. 

Lucifer…

When Charlie flipped the page, Eleanora saw two tall figures- a man and a woman- drawn standing in a garden. “From the dust of the Earth, they created Adam and Lilith- equals as the first of mankind. But despite this… Adam demanded control, and Lilith refused to submit to his will. She fled the garden of Eden.” 

“Now this is what I didn’t know.” Eleanora murmured, gazing at the artwork closely. “I thought Lilith was some kind of angel turned demon, but she was the first human woman… even before Eve?” 

“Earth’s gotten things a little confused.” Charlie confessed. She flipped the page. “Drawn in by Lilith’s fierce independence, Lucifer found her… and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love.” 

Page by page, the princess continued to read aloud, and Eleanora found herself fascinated with the illustrations. There was something so grim about them, even in the pages that spoke of beauty and light. 

Most fascinating was perhaps the way the apple tree was drawn, and how the leaves were dyed red and how you could see the roots that dug into the ground. Almost like it was supposed to represent the roots of evil. 

From this point on, the story followed what Eleanora was pretty much taught by her parents and the churches she went to when she was young; Lucifer wished to share the magic of free will with humanity, so he offered the fruit of knowledge, an apple, to Adam’s new bride, Eve, who gladly accepted it. But, unlike in the old biblical stories, Lilith was there beside Lucifer as they fed Eve the forbidden fruit. 

And… according to the story book, that gift of knowledge came with a curse. 

“With this single act of disobedience, evil finally found its way into Earth.” Charlie told her, expression and voice both solemn as she read. “A new realm of darkness and sin was formed, and the order Heaven had worked to maintain was shattered. As punishment for their reckless act, Heaven cast Lucifer and his love into the dark pit he had created, never allowing him to see the good that came from humanity, only the cruel… and the wicked.”

The princess became sad, running her fingers across the image of her parents falling into the abyss of evil, only to turn the page once again and keep reading. 

“Ashamed, Lucifer lost his will to dream. But Lilith thrived, empowering demon-kind with her voice and her songs- and as the numbers of Hell grew, so did its power.” Eleanora made a face, wondering if Lilith was the reason everyone in Hell liked to sing. “Threatened by this, Heaven made a truly heartless decision.”

Wait, what?

“Every year, they would send down an army, an extermination, to ensure Hell and its Sinners could never rise against them.” Taking a deep breath, Charlie closed the book and turned to face Eleanora with a bittersweet smile. “That’s… the story of how my parents met and how Hell was created… and why I want to open this hotel and help Sinners redeem themselves so they can get into Heaven. What do you think?”

“Uh…” The brunette blinked. “I’m sorry, I’m still processing that last part. Heaven commits yearly genocide!?” 

Charlie cringed and Vaggie’s face went dark, turning away and not looking at either of them. Resting a hand on her girlfriend’s arm, book sitting safely on her lap, Charlie’s smile became a little more strained. “I… try not to call it that, but… yeah. Basically. The next extermination is gonna happen pretty soon. We have around two weeks left.” 

“WWWWWhat!?” 

There was so much Eleanor felt she needed to ask. 

How could Heaven be Heavenly when it’s committing one of the worst crimes in existence? Will Eleanora even be safe during the next extermination? What will happen if an Angel sees her? Will they try to drag her into Heaven? How many people do they normally kill at once? 

But… she couldn’t quite get the words out. “Uh, o-okay. Um. Yikes.” 

“Yeahhhh.” Charlie scrunched up her nose. “It’s pretty bad. But hey! The hotel will put a stop to all of that! Vaggie and I just… need to go out and recruit some people first.” 

Eleanora flashed her a weak smile. “Good luck?”

Charlie brightened. “Thanks! Well, Vaggie and I should get going now… so… see you when we get back!” She stood up and set the book on the sofa where she had been previously sitting. She cupped her hands over her mouth. “Razzle, Dazzle!” 

At her call, the two little dragons flew over from wherever they were upstairs. Charlie flashed them a beaming smile as she rested her hands on her hips.

“Look after El for me, okay? I’m counting on you!” 

Neither said anything, not a single thought behind those big eyes of theirs, their tongues sticking out like they were puppies, but Charlie took that as their response and stepped forward, giving them some scritches. 

“That’s my wittle bodyguards~ you do such a good job, yes, you do! Protect the human for me, okay? Thank you~!” She gave them each a kiss on the head before turning to her girlfriend, who was sliding off the sofa and making her way over to the hotel’s front door. “Wait for me, Vaggie! Hehe. I just know we’ll find someone today!” 

She took off running, waving at Eleanora as she got ready to leave.

“Bye, El~! We’ll be back!” 

And with that… Eleanora was left alone in the hotel- accompanied by only the two dragons who had stopped flying to plop themselves beside her on the sofa, and… the demon cat, Keekee, who was surely lounging about somewhere. 

Leaning sideways, Eleanora slumped across the armrest, her phone vibrating like crazy again. 

“I guess… I should call Lucifer now?” Charlie and Vaggie left, and the constant vibrating of her phone reminded her of her conversation with the devil king from this morning. “An extermination… holy shit… I mean, I guess the Bible did have some pretty fucked up stuff, but… Heaven committing genocide?” 

She looked at Razzle and Dazzle. 

“Can ya’ll believe this?” 

Heaven was crueler than Eleanora ever imagined. 

Not only did they completely crush a man who just wanted to share the wonders of the world with humanity, but now they’re committing mass murder. She wondered if this played a huge part in Lucifer’s depression- alongside the very painful and obvious fact that Lilith and Lucifer apparently fell down together, were punished together, and had likely been together for thousands upon thousands of years before getting a divorce. 

It’s no wonder why the man still wore his wedding ring; he must have been truly, wholly, deeply in love. 

If the person Eleanora fell into Hell with and had suffered eternity together with had decided to up and leave her one day, after having already lost everything once before, she’d fall apart too. 

Holy fuck, that’s messed up. 

Charlie has been taking her parents divorce remarkably well all things considered. Princess of Hell? Lucifer may as well already hand her the crown because she is a queen. 

Especially since she’s actively wishing her parents can find happiness even if it’s no longer beside each other. She’s such a good kid. Such a good kid, in fact, that she doesn’t realize how impossible it would be for Eleanora to even try and compete with a woman like Lilith if she ever decided, against her better judgment, to try and pursue Lucifer.

How is she even supposed to call him after the conversations she had with Charlie? There’s no way she’ll be able to look him in the eye. 

Oh, gods, she’s in trouble. 

Unfortunately, she can’t just not call him… since he’s the King of Hell. That’s just asking for something bad to happen. 

With a flustered groan, Eleanora dragged a hand down her face before picking up her phone and dialing the devil king’s number, anxiously petting Razzle- who had climbed halfway onto her lap- as she did so. She was startled at how quickly Lucifer picked up. 

“You called back!” 

“W-Well, yeah…” He told her to. “I said I would.”

“Ha! Fair enough. Uh, are you free right now?” 

“Your daughters left to find some hotel recruits, so… yeah.” 

“Ah.” Odd response. “Well, since you aren’t busy…” 

She heard something like the snap of his fingers, and jumped up onto the sofa’s armrest- apologizing to Razzle for startling him- when she saw a flicker of gold appear, like a tear in the fabric of reality, before it expanded into a circular… portal? “What in the holy macaroni mackerels is that!?” 

“…What?”

“Don’t ask. What the frick is that thing!?” 

“It’s a portal. Walk through it.” 

“…Why?” 

“So we can talk in person?” 

Eleanora slowly slid off the sofa, patting the floating Razzle on the head before hesitantly approaching the portal. She couldn’t see anything through the golden light. “Do you have any idea how suspicious this is? Why should I trust this?” 

“Well~ if you want that bank account I promised… and if you want to learn how to call on me if you ever end up in danger…” 

Ah, damn it. “You… ugh, fiiine.” 

He’s lucky he’s cute. 

“But! Just so you know!” She said into the phone, glaring at it. “If this is a trap and I die, I’mma come back and haunt you! Angel or Demon, it don���t matter. I will come find you.” 

She heard Lucifer snort. “Good luck with that, sweetheart.” 

Eleanora balked at that, wondering if she misheard him, before she shook her head and dismissed it, her face burning hot. He was clearly just messing with her. Taking a deep breath, she made a face and stepped forward, reaching out with a hand to tentatively touch the light. 

She blinked in surprise. “It’s… warm.” 

If Lucifer was still on the line, he didn’t say anything. 

Eleanora glanced over her shoulder at Razzle and Dazzle, eyes widening when she saw Keekee peer at her from over on the main stairwell. She hasn’t seen much of the demon cat- to her chagrin, as she loved cats- so it was interesting she was coming out now of all times, but Eleanora chose not to linger on it, instead turning back around and bravely stepping into the light, squeezing her eyes shut. 

All she felt was warmth, a gentle heat that brushed over her skin. It almost felt like she was walking through water, yet rather than being met with resistance it seemed to be guiding her forward. 

When the warmth faded and she opened her eyes, she blinked and looked around with wide eyes, realizing she was standing in Lucifer’s office. Eleanora spun on her heel, gasping in amazement, before pausing when saw Lucifer sitting at a table, a teacup held to his smirking lips, one leg crossed over the other. His phone was held close to his face. “Uh… hi.” 

“Still going to haunt me?” He asked, voice right in her ear due to the call still going on.

Eleanora’s face burned. 

To make matters worse, Lucifer had chosen to not wear his jacket today, instead showing off his white-and-red striped vest and pure white button-up. He even had his sleeves rolled up, showcasing his forearms as he had apparently decided to wear short gloves today. He also had on the cutest hat? 

It’s the same one he wore when they first met, but she didn’t pay it much attention before in her panic. 

It was a white top hat with a red sash and red inside, but it had a golden snake coiled around it, an apple that was very deceiving but clearly fake tucked inside it on the left. There were three little golden spikes resembling a crown behind them. It was adorable. 

And it took everything Eleanora had to end the call, tuck her phone away, and shove her hands into her pockets, turning to the side with a flustered pout. “Maybe.” 

Lucifer laughed- the sound so genuine it left her stunned. Whipping her head around, the human gazed at him with big eyes, and watched as he set his teacup down on its little saucer. He tucked his phone into his pants pocket.

When Lucifer smiled at her, the rosy dots on his cheeks were a bit brighter and bigger than usual, and Eleanora stood in place, frozen, as he laced his hands together under his chin and leaned forward, elbows propped up on the table. 

The devil king waved a hand at the empty seat across from him, inviting her over. “Please, take a seat. The sooner we get this whole deal~ business figured out, the better.” 

Eleanora did as told. 

She felt incredibly awkward as she sat down, attempting to push all memories she had of her conversations with Charlie into the back of her mind, but found it rather difficult to do so with the way Lucifer was grinning at her, his sharp teeth bared wide as could be. 

Once she was comfortably seated, Lucifer reached out to pick up the elephant teapot, pouring her a cup of tea. She murmured a small thank you, earning another smile from him, only to blink in surprise when he waved his hand and several small sandwiches and sweets appeared on a fancy three-tiered tray. 

“So!” He cleared his throat, leaning back into his seat as he picked up a tiny caramel coated peanut. He had some dark circles under his eyes, like maybe he didn’t sleep well, but otherwise appeared to be in a good mood. “You… remember the terms of our deal, right? You~ help me with Charlie, and I~ make your life in Hell go as smoothly as I can.” 

“R-Right. Yeah.” She gave Lucifer a small nod, hesitating before grabbing a tiny sandwich, noticing with glee that it was just cheese and meat. “S-Something about being your assistant?” 

“Exacto-mundo!” He exclaimed, tossing the peanut in his mouth and snapping his fingers at her. Chewing quickly, he swallowed and stood up, palms smacking the tabletop. “It’s not your typical assistant job, but I’ll pay you well for it. You just answer my calls and come over when I ask you to, and answer any and all questions I have about Charlie. You’re gonna be spending a lot of time with my little girl, so… you can tell me whatever it is you find out- likes, dislikes, enemies…” 

Lucifer said that last part with a bit of a demonic growl, his red irises turning into slits, leaning forward as his eyes glowed, and Eleanora tensed up, feeling a lump catch in her throat as goosebumps ran along her arms. Her mouth suddenly felt very dry. 

That should not have been as attractive as it was. 

Just gonna… casually take a sip of my tea. 

She lifted her cup up to her lips, nodding along to Lucifer’s words. He beamed at her. “Little things like that! Okie dokie?” 

“S-Sounds good.” 

Lucifer’s eyes softened, something warm flashing in his scarlet gaze, and Eleanora awkwardly shoved the little bite-sized sandwich she was holding into her mouth. The less she talked the better, because she knows once she starts she probably won’t be able to shut up. “Hm…” 

There was something very snake-like about the smile he sent her, none of his teeth showing yet still somehow managing to be intimidating. It almost looked like he was trying to see through her. 

“Y’know, Ellie… you’re being oddly quiet today.” 

“I-I just…” She gave a stiff shrug. “I just don’t have anything to add. I dunno how this “deal” stuff works. I barely understand the pact Charlie made with me.” 

Lucifer scrunched up his face, sticking his lips out in a sour pout as he sat back down. “Riiiight… that was a thing, wasn’t it? The pact. The one you made with my daughter. Ugh.” 

He leaned into his seat, uncrossing his legs and stretching them out to the side as he tilted his chair backwards dramatically, hands just barely onto the table

“I can’t believe you made a pact with my little Charlie! I can’t- I've been trying to wrap my head around it, but, wow, I just… can’t believe it! Do you know how hard it is for humans and demons to make pacts normally?” His chair thumped against the ground as he leaned forward again, one arm draped against the table and his other hand hanging in the air as he gave her a look. “A pact is formed maybe once every century, and that’s following all the exhausting ritual rules and doing the correct chant for the proper demon, lighting the right number of candles, setting up the proper music, and blah blah blah- it’s so much work and so rare!” 

Lucifer huffed, practically blowing a raspberry as he sunk even further against the table, before abruptly shooting up and tossing his arms out to gesture to her.

“But then you just waltz on in here, unaware and unintentionally, and then bam! Bada bing bada boom! You made a deal with the second most powerful being in all of Hell! My daughter! The King of Hell’s daughter! Ellie, sweetheart,” Lucifer shook his head, utterly baffled by this turn of events, nearly knocking his hat off as he ran his fingers through his bangs, “I mean- make it make sense!” 

“To be fair...” Eleanora cringed, flashing him a weak smile, earning a wide-eyed blink in response, the fallen archangel staring at her in disbelief. “I didn’t know she was the princess until you showed up…?”

He scoffed. 

“And! Also!” She felt the need to defend herself. “I didn’t have any say in the pact until after it was already made; Charlie just did it on her own to save me! I was kind of dying from an asthma attack after we made it back to the hotel? It was sort of a do-or-die situation and she chose to do instead of letting me die, so… y’know… rather than get mad at me I’d say be proud of your daughter for caring enough to save a total stranger?” 

Lucifer was silent for a long moment, squinting at her, before slumping back with a dramatic sigh. “I suppose that’s fair… but if it had been anyone other than you, my baby girl could have ended up in who knows what kind of trouble!” 

He picked up another caramel coated peanut, eying it for a moment before tossing it in his mouth and chewing. 

After a minute, swallowing the treat, he spoke again, gazing at her with narrowed eyes. There was a bit of an edge to his voice, a warning of sorts. “If a pact is made without careful consideration, one party may have an advantage over the other. If you weren’t so… you, then my baby girl could have ended up in serious trouble!”

“…If it’s any consolation,” Eleanora began, thinking about it as she lifted her teacup for another drink, trying to appease the King of Hell all the while keeping herself safe, “I’m pretty sure Charlie has the advantage here. She made the pact, and the terms we agreed on afterwards was that she keep me healthy and safe as long as I help her out.” 

The brunette looked down at her tea, worrying her bottom lip. 

“If I don’t… help her out, chances are I’ll just… keel over.” 

Eleanora has no choice but to do what Charlie asks of her. She doesn’t think Charlie will take advantage of her- she was far too nice for that- but the fact remains that if she wanted to, she very well could. There’s no medicine for her here down in Hell. If Eleanora wants to live, she has to rely on the grace and mercy of the Hellborn princess who saved her. 

“Hm.” Lucifer considered that. “I can accept that.” 

The brunette would’ve spat out her tea if she hadn’t expected that response. She sent him a dirty look, then proceeded to down the rest of her tea and set her cup down, scowling. “As you should.” 

“So~!” Feeling a lot better now about the whole pact situation, Lucifer sat up and grinned at Eleanora as he poured her another cup, his free hand curled against his cheek. “Ellie… what say you and I write up a proper contract?” 

This feels like such a mistake. “What… kind of contract?” 

“Just one stating the terms of our deal. Nothing too fancy or complicated. Easier than writing a letter, definitely. Hehe- y’know what I mean?” 

Uh-huh. “Okay…” 

“Such skepticism!” He gasped, setting the teapot down, lifting his hand to rest over his lips. Lucifer snickered and giggled, before shifting his fingers so only his index finger was over his mouth, his lips spreading in a large toothy smirk. His eyes narrowed in a way that could have been easily mistaken as sinister if not for the mischief in his gaze. “I’m a devil of my word! I promise you, Ellie, I won’t do anything that isn’t directly stated in the contract.” 

Eleanora leaned back and scrunched her nose up at him suspiciously, brown eyes staring into glimmering red, her hands gripping the table’s edge, before she finally gave in and let out a tired sigh. “Yeah, okay, fine. But I ain’t signin’ nothing unless I can read through it all first.”

Lucifer let out a whistle. “Well, look at you! You’ve clearly heard the stories about making deals, haven’t you? Huh? Huuuuh? Heh.” 

His lips curled in a sly 

“To think- you’re smart and pretty.” 

Eleanora’s eyes went wide at that, knowing for certain she didn’t mishear him this time, but Lucifer didn’t say anything else on the subject as he snapped his fingers, a golden glowing piece of parchment paper appearing in front of them alongside a red-feathered quill. 

The short king quickly got to work writing. 

“For as long as you’re in Hell, you’ll answer when called and come when asked.” He stated, not looking at her as he focused on the paper, his tired eyes seeming to dull over as he worked. It was as if he aged ten years in a single minute. His voice even lost some of its pep. “You’ll help me look after my daughter, Charlie, and I’ll guarantee your safety and make your life here as comfortable as I can.” 

Something about his wording was… weird, but maybe that’s just Charlie’s voice in the back of her head trying to make her overthink things. 

“Should you ever end up in danger, call my name.” 

“Lucifer?” 

The immortal man startled, and he looked up with big eyes to stare at Eleanora, seeing her gaze at him with those doe-like brown eyes of hers. His mouth opened like he was about to speak, but no words left his lips, and he watched as she furrowed her brows and tilted her head at him, nervously reaching out to grip the striped teacup he had prepared for her. 

“D-Do I just… say it like that? Or… does it actually have to be, like, scared? Like… Lucifer! Or… Lucifeeeer!” She ducked her head down, acting like she was cowering from a random attack, and glanced up at him with flushed cheeks. “H-How do you know the difference? What if I’m talking about you to Charlie and your name slips out?” 

“…Trust me.” Recovering from whatever stupor he ended up in, he flashed her a confident grin, sitting tall in his seat. He grabbed the rim of his hat, tilting his head at her. “I’ll know.”  

Eleanora didn’t look like she believed him, but she had no choice but to take his word on it. “Okay. Um… is there anything else we need to write down?” 

The King of Hell looked back down at the parchment. “As part of our deal, I’ll send money to your Hellish bank account once a month. I’ve already gone ahead and got it set up for you.” He propped a fist against his cheek, pouting as he huffed. “What else…?” 

Oddly enough, this deal almost feels like it’s in her favor. “Is there anything else you want?” 

Lucifer paused. He looked up at her with confused, tired eyes. “What… I want?” 

“Yeah.” Eleanora blinked at him. “Is there anything I can do for you that isn’t related to Charlie?” 

“Like… what?” His face scrunched up. 

The brunette woman stared at him, then lowered her gaze to her teacup. Gripping the handle gingerly, she turned it and watched the liquid ripple. Her reflection stared back at her. 

Eleanora looked up at Lucifer. “You said we were friends, right? So… if you ever need a friend to help you out for something, like… needing someone to ramble nonsense to or to vent about your day… I can be there. I might not be able to offer advice, but I can listen.” 

“Uh-huh…” He squinted an eye at her, raising a brow. “And if I said I needed a hug, you’d just… give me one?” 

Leaning back into her seat, Eleanora set down her teacup and casually lifted her arms, holding them out as if to invite him into an embrace. Lucifer’s eyes widened, recognizing the pose as she had done the same thing back when she first sang to him. 

Though her cheeks were flushed, her expression and voice were blunt. “If you need a hug, you need a hug.” 

Was she a little uncomfortable sitting there, telling the King of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar, she would hug him if he asked? Yes. Did she mean what she said about wanting to help him? Also yes. 

It felt like she was getting way more out of this deal than he was, and- while that was probably a good thing since she was literally dealing with the devil himself- it felt… wrong. 

Unfair. 

Eleanora didn’t like it. “Also! Alternatively! If you just want a gossip bestie, well…” 

Lowering her arms, she grabbed her teacup once more and lifted it up, flashing him as pretty a wink as she could manage- which probably wasn’t all that pretty and just more plain cringey- and crossed one leg over the other.

“I always enjoy hearing some piping hot tea.” 

She took a sip. 

To her delight, Lucifer looked like he was fighting a laugh, biting his bottom lip as he raised his right brow high on his forehead. “I’m not much for gossip.” 

“Well, shucks.” Eleanora pouted, clicking her tongue. “Here I was hoping to hear about whatever idiot likes to bug the big boss of Hell. Damn. Guess I’ll just listen to Vaggie complain about men.” 

At that, Lucifer actually snorted, smacking a hand over his face. Eleanora grinned. 

“What? It’s true.” 

He coughed into his fist, clearing his throat. “Y-Yes, well, most of the ones down here aren’t… good. They’re Sinners for a reason.” 

“Fair.” Eleanora held her cup with both hands, pretending to think. “Charlie says you’re a good one, though, so…” She pointed a finger gun at him, smirking. “Guess you passed the “menace” test, huh?” 

Lucifer stared blankly at her. 

“B-Because… you can’t spell “menace” without “men”? But you’re one of the good ones, so rather than being part of the “men” in “menace”, you’re a good “man”? No?” 

Understanding dawned on him. “Ah. I get it.” He made a face. “Where do you come up with this stuff?” 

She shrugged. “America. I told you- we’re practically regressing back to the nineteen hundreds. Besides…”

Eleanora pouted. 

“Vaggie thought it was funny.” 

“Oh, I’m sure she did.” 

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Lucifer wrote down the added terms to their contract. It didn’t take more than five minutes, the man letting out a small yawn as he did so and taking a large gulp of his tea. The quill dripping magical ink, he signed his name with a flourish, and once done he lifted and turned the contract around so the human could read it.

“Shazam~!” Lucifer exclaimed, watching as Eleanora leaned forward, eying his handwriting with raised brows. It was impressively elegant. “Anything else to add or are we good to go?” 

Eleanora tried to keep a neutral face, finding it rather alarming how much the first half read like a marriage deal. Maybe it'll be fine. She’s probably just overthinking it. “Um… n-no, I… I think it looks good.” 

“Fantastic! Now, all you have to do is sign it.” He set the paper down and held the quill out to her, which she tentatively accepted. She looked down at the bottom where she saw his name drawn out in big dramatic letters. “Yup- right there. Go on.”

He waved a hand at her.

“Don’t be afraid, Ellie.” 

She lifted her head to give him a look. “Telling me not to be afraid makes me wanna be afraid.” 

Lucifer just grinned. “Don’t be scared~ it’s just a deal with the devil!” 

Eleanora rolled her eyes and shook her head, hating that she found that amusing, and hesitated just briefly,  a thought coming to mind. “A-Actually, can I add one more thing?” 

He stuck out his lips, squinting an eye at her. “And~ what would that be…?” 

“Just a little something in case… I dunno, things go haywire? I turn evil for some reason?” Lucifer blinked. “If, for some reason, I end up hurting Charlie- intentionally or otherwise- the deal becomes… void, annnd~ you can come after me with a bloody vengeance?” 

His eyes went wide. 

Grinning as wide as could be, Lucifer leaned forward, his eyes sparkling. “I knew you were a good one! No wonder I liked you! Yeah, okay. We’ll add that in!” 

Eleanora wrote it down as neatly as she could in the corner, praying it was legible, before pointing the quill at the blond. “That said, just remember, I ain’t afraid to come back and haunt you if this contract screws me over.” 

He laughed. “Of course, of course.” 

Deciding they were both in firm agreement about the deal and that they had reached an understanding that Eleanora would very pettily follow Lucifer around as a ghost if the contract hurt her in some way, and that he could very well kill her if she hurt Charlie, Eleanora felt a little more secure in signing the contract. 

She wrote her name next to his, first and last name akin to chicken scratch, barely legible next to his beautiful handwriting. 

No sooner had she written the last letter and lifted the quill pen off the paper did Eleanora and Lucifer’s names shine brightly, glowing a bloody crimson, and the woman was watching the paper rise in the air with a look of awe before suddenly finding herself letting out a small cry of pain, yanking her left hand towards her chest upon feeling something burn along the length of her ring finger. 

Lucifer looked just as startled as she did, standing up with his palms on the table and leaning over to watch with big eyes as a black snake coiled around her finger, a ring of thorns drawing itself into the skin just above where the snake’s tail curled around her knuckle. 

“Uh…” Lucifer blinked, clearly having not expected the sudden tattoo. “What is that? Wait, no, fuck-“ 

Eleanora only grew more alarmed when he ran around the table and reached out to snatch her hand, holding it up so he could stare at the demonic ink. He looked both horrified and confused, and after observing it for a moment he turned to read the contract he wrote out, grabbing it out of the air with his other hand. Eyes widening, he released the contract and it puffed out of the material realm- most likely going into some storage area or an alternate dimension for safekeeping. 

“Well, uh… golly. Um.” Lucifer scratched his cheek, cringing a little. “That’s my fault. Phrasing, damn it, that always gets ya in the end, doesn't it? Haha… oooh, that’s embarrassing. And after all that stuff I said earlier, too…”

“What… What happened?” The human asked, deeply concerned by the way he was acting. She had a sinking feeling about what the tattoo meant. The snake clearly represented him, but the thorns most definitely symbolized something else. “What does it mean?”

“Uh…” Lucifer looked at her with big eyes, lips curling back as he started to cringe even harder. “Don’t… worry about it.”

“Luci-“ Eleanora was starting to panic. “Lucifer, what does it mean!?” 

“Ohhhh, nothing~!” He tried to play it off, laughing awkwardly as he waved his left hand at her. His right was still holding onto her newly tattooed one. “It’s just a, uh… physical representation of the contract. You know, kind of… bonding you to me- that sort of thing. Haha. Like… Like your pact with Charlie! Yeah!” 

He held up a finger, leaning in close, his eyes and smile wide as could be as his anxiety grew. 

“Th-That’s all this is! We aren’t- I mean, there’s no way I’ve got a ring tattooed on my hand, so, it’s fine! It’s fine!” 

Eleanora’s expression went blank, and her attention drifted to the hand he was holding up. Seeing her gaze focused on it, he quickly hid his hand behind back. She looked back at him. “Your Majesty…” 

“O-Oho, why, I think we’re way past honorifics now!” He joked, voice sounding quite weak as it cracked. “Wh-Why not just stick with my name? We’ll… be seeing lots of each other from now on, I’m sure!” 

Oh gods, say it isn’t so. 

“I mean, you used my name just fine earlier! Not to mention yesterday when you were singing to me all sweetly and-“ He cut himself off, cringing a third time, ducking his head, and clicked his tongue. “Brain, this is so not the time. Fuck! I can’t believe I did this. Why did I think a contract would be a good idea!? Stupid, stupid, stupid-“ 

“Hey!” Her voice snapped him out of his self-deprecating scolding, and he looked up with big eyes, inhaling sharply upon seeing her brown gaze bore fiercely into his red one, the woman leaning in quite close. “What. Does it. Mean?” 

“Well…” His voice cracked, and he looked away to the side, deeply uncomfortable. “I mean…

Lucifer gave up, letting out a defeated sigh. 

He brought his left hand back into view and up towards his lips, and rather than removing his old wedding ring and glove he settled for tearing the fabric on his ring finger off, revealing an identical snake on his hand. Though it was covered by his old ring, Eleanora had no doubt he had a thorny ring inked into his skin to match her own. “We’re… kind of… in a contract marriage now?” 

She blinked. 

Grabbing his hand, Eleanora remained utterly silent as she moved to hold their left hands beside one another, comparing the snakes. They were truly identical. 

One minute passed, then two. 

She let go of his hand. She stood up. 

Eleanora marched around Lucifer and the tea table for a third minute. And then… she came to a halt, before running at full speed and launching herself into a random pile of rubber ducks, screaming bloody murder, somehow not being killed by the vast array of magical toys. 

Lucifer made a face, mildly offended. “Gee, thanks.” 

“Shut up!” He frowned at that, turning to give her a look, a hand on his hip as he watched her sit up on her knees. Eleanora pointed at him. “That’s not what’s wrong here! I can’t-“

“Can’t what?” 

“I can’t be married!” 

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Lucifer was greatly alarmed when she- a human woman who had wound up in Hell, spent nearly a whole week getting accustomed to the strange animal meat and the horrid blood red sky, who had danced with the devil and made a pact with his daughter, and who had absolutely no qualms about comforting him or throwing a rubber duck at him in his own house- began crying. 

“I never dated anyone in my whole life! A-And now I’m just- married!? A-And- And-!” Eleanora was starting to hyperventilate, bringing her hands up to cup her face as she tried to calm down, several rubber ducks falling around her. “I-I can’t get back home! I won’t be able to get back home! Vaggie said- Vaggie said I can’t get back home if I…! If I…! Aghhhhh!” 

She hunched over, hands digging and tangling into her hair as her forehead touched the floor. 

At that moment, as if to torment her even more, her phone began vibrating again- so much so it fell out of her pocket and onto the ground. “What did I do that was so wrong!?” 

Lucifer said nothing, merely staring at her as a shadow fell over his face. He walked over silently, kneeling down to pick up the device, and his red eyes darkened even further when he saw the text messages being received. 

Desmond: “Hey, little one. Day six now…”

Clair: “Pls say something, anything. You’re not dead. I know you’re not dead. Call back!”

Maia: “Asshat coworker picked another fight again. If he tells me to give up on you one more time I’m gonna rip his fucking dick out I swear to gods. You wouldn’t just vanish like this. I KNOW you’re not dead. So just… respond when you’re ready, okay? I love you.” 

Maia: “I love you so much.” 

Maia: “I miss you.” 

Maia: “I can’t lose you, too.” 

Maia: “Please come back home.” 

Desmond: “Are you there?”

Lucifer set the phone back on the floor. It seems God was punishing her for being a live human in Hell, even though she had no desire to be in this dystopia. Or perhaps the punishment was for making a pact with Lucifer’s daughter? Honestly, it may just be a bit of both. 

Taking off his hat, Lucifer set it over the phone to try and muffle the sound of its vibrations before he reached over and rested a hand gently against Eleanora’s trembling back. 

She stiffened at the touch, only to hiccup and sob even harder when he pulled her into his lap, resting a hand on her head as she sobbed against his legs. 

His lips pulled into a heavy frown, his shoulders slumped and his expression so empty and hollow it only gave way to the immense pain in his eyes. “Father is… truly cruel, isn’t he? I mean… well, look. He tossed me out of Heaven just because I… had some silly ideas that… the elders didn’t like. I wanted to prove them wrong, but… everything went wrong and… now I’m trapped down here. And as for you…” 

Eleanora’s sobbing quieted a little, and she sniffled when she felt him cup her face and lift her head, making her look up at him. 

“You~ didn’t ask for this,” He softly sang, voice barely above a whisper, “but down here you fell, trapped by a spell you had no say in~! We’re alone in this mess, you and me… and no one can see the misery~ we’re lost in.” 

A gentle piano began to play in the background, the barest trace of a string instrument making itself known. 

“And sure… we made some mistakes, but does~ that make~ us the ones in the wrong~?” Slowly, Eleanora began to sit up, and Lucifer carefully helped her stand, holding her forearms to steady her, her hands gripping his own arms in her unsteadiness. “You didn’t ask~ for this~!” 

“You didn’t… intend for this…” She choked out, and somehow, strangely, something in Lucifer’s chest grew warm, soaring upon hearing her actually try to join in the song. 

“We didn’t wish~ for this~!” He sang, and he slid his hands until they were holding hers, tugging her into a light spin. “But here we are now, trapped for our whole lives long~!” 

Lucifer leaned forward, his eyes closing tightly shut as he rested his forehead against Eleanora’s, tears of his own threatening to fall.   

“We didn’t ask for thiiiis~! We didn’t wish for thiiis~! But Father up in Heaven said we’re the ones who’re wrong~!” He squeezed her hands, and after hearing her inhale sharply, knowing he was talking about God, the almighty being in charge of the universe, he felt her squeeze his hands back. Eleanora closed her own eyes when she heard Lucifer’s voice, quiet and so heartbroken, murmur,  “How could he be so wrong…?” 

“…What did I do that was so wrong?” 

“What did I do~ that was so wrong?” 

Eleanora’s lips curled back and she opened her eyes, only slightly surprised to find a pair of red ones staring back at her. “Why are we trapped here-“

“-when we did no wrong~?” Lucifer finished, singing a little louder now after receiving her encouragement. 

He nodded at the brunette, who followed after him as he led her into another dance. His expression twisted, growing frustrated as the song grew louder and more fierce, and with it… his voice. 

“We did no wrong! I didn’t intend for this~! You didn’t plan for this~!” Lucifer shot his left hand out and a golden wave of magic flew towards his hat, sending it flying towards him, which he caught and set on his head, before using his magic to make Eleanora’s continually vibrating phone rise in the air. “Others made their choices and they silenced our two voices, and now they make us suffer in this land! But we will not suffer at their hand.” 

The phone drifted over to them, and Lucifer grasped it in his palm, narrowing his eyes at the device. His yellow sclera flashed crimson and he crushed the phone in his grip. 

Eleanora was frozen, stunned and utterly horrified by what he just did, but Lucifer just turned towards her, a soft smile on his face. “You… will not suffer at their hand.” 

Dropping the shattered phone, he lifted Eleanora’s fingers to his lips.

“Contract or some other~ for you and for my daughter~ I will hold your hand. You will survive this land. I promise… on my pride as fallen angel, devil, and man…” When he looked at her again, she saw his irises were yellow. “I will lend you my hand. We aren’t~ in the wrong and I~ oh, I~ won’t allow them the last song…”

Lucifer’s lashes fluttered, and Eleanora inhaled sharply when his lips brushed the tattoo on her ring finger. 

“That… would truly be the wrong.” 

[doublegoblin]

9 people tag

Thanks again @gummybugg for the tag!

I'm going to do something a little different, as I've already answered this kind of thing before and I am a dull bitch who does not often change. I am going to answer for an OC from a WIP!

As for who I tag, I'll leave this mostly open for anyone but I'll specifically tag @asterhaze (I know I just tagged ya, but I'll do it again because like an elderly family member you have displayed an interest in something therefore I will hyperfocus on it to bring joy!) @tisiphonewolfe and @tailoroffates but other than that anyone can have fun!

I"ll be answering these for Rico from Abnormal Analytics, because he is an imaginary man who makes me smile.

[Hey thanks for reaching out to the Ric-meister! Despite being newer I appreciate the courage to try and get to know your coworkers lol! Now I'd hold off sending this to D or T, sticks in the muds they are lol! Maybe send this to V next? She's quite the social butterfly ( no pun intended) and well...between us, the other guys aren't the most chatty or personable or approachable or even the nicest!

Thanks again - Rico]

LAST SONG: So I was having a case of the Mondays, you know how it goes! So I had to put on the soundtrack to Tarzan, or should I say Phil Collins' greatest music video! He hasn't made much since the fire though...

Anyway! I was chair dancing in my little office to Stranger Like Me.

LAST MOVIE: I just introduced V to the wonders of Wes Anderson! Her and I sat down in the conference room (yes all signed out and everything it was great!) and watch Fantastic Mr.Fox. She had a hard time grasping the stop motion but I think next week I'll show her Nightmare Before Christmas.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: My life slowly trickle away like the grains in an hourglass...kidding! I'm actually in the process of processing and exporting the latest recovered data for [REDACTED]. In the debriefing/transcription circulation keep an eye out for when the [REDACTED]! Sooooo wild, shame about all the {REDACTED] though.

CURRENTLY READING: It's a bit of a comfort thing, but, as a grown adult man I am going back through the Goosebump books. You know they still hold up! I just finished this one where the boy turns into a dog. Maybe skip that one...

CURRENTLY CRAVING: My mother's cooking! It has been ages since I last had a bowl of her Broccoli Cheddar soup. If I can get in touch with her I'll see if she can't make extra for the crew. I swear once you taste her stuff you will NEVER buy from [EXPUNGED] again!

LAST THING YOU SEARCHED FOR WRITING PURPOSES: The life cycle of Varesus. Had to know if they really have this parental instinct or if that is still just a "theory" amongst biologists. I learned quite a lot about them! Did you know that [REDACTED]? Spine tingling!

[gettinshiggywithit]

izueli-deactivated20221211 asked:

Jay!!! Can you do a izuku version of the one you did with kiri with a artistic reader? 😭

Izuku x artist!reader? Okay lets try this!

!Izuku x Artist!Reader!

Scenario:- izuku with an s/o who is artistic!

Pairing:- izuku midoriya x gn!reader

Type:- headcannons

Hmm i think he’d really observe you a lot

Like while ur drawing hed sit and watch you silently

Not in like a creepy way ofc

But he wants to improve his own art skills so he’s falling back onto his ‘observe and learn’ tactic(like how he did with learning about pros!)

I feel like hed slowly be taking notes too

But if you ever say its distracting hed sorta just get flustered,apologize and then leave

I mean we all know how he can ramble when he gets lost in thought and while that isss adorable it can be kinda annoying,especially when you’re trying to concentrate 😅

He’d watch tutorial videos and attempt to make his own art style just so he doesnt have to bother you for help

Bby doesnt wanna be a burden(he isnt and bestie youd better tell him he isn’t ☺️🔪)

He definitely tells you that you should make a tutorial based you tube channel

Hypes you up and tells you that you’d DEFINITELY get millions of views because you’re just that amazing 😌(and yes,yes you are!)

Art afternoons are your go-to dates where you just spend time together bein silly and making stuff!

All the pieces that came of these sessions are all over ur apartment too🥰

It really makes ur place feel like,well, your place

If anyone ever even tries to say ur job isn’t really a job hed hit those karens with a detroit smash’s worth of facts (did that pun land?😭)on how hard bein an artist really is

I mean bestie is just spittin statistics and complete facts and even like ur personal stats

Like how many hours a day you create and shit

Like honestly even i dont know how he remembers or even WHY he counted but i guess he’s just good with numbers 😅🤷🏻‍♀️

Needless to say all the haters get the point and most of em tip veryyy generously when they do commission you for a piece

He definitely brags about you to his other pro hero collegues too!

Like goin on and on abt ur creative genius and how cool your stuff is

Even on like press tours this man is hyping you up!

(Slayy bestie slayyy)

And needless to say the next day ur inbox and dms are full of commission requests and official offers to design logos and merch and honestly to create ANYTHING for a whole bunch of upcoming pros too!

But if you ever feel burned out or like creating is just getting too tedious and chore-like;and when you just really need a break

Hed be the FIRST person to tell you to take a step back and recouperate(i just KNOW I misspelled that😩)

And if you ever chastise yourself for “not creating enough” or “not pushing yourself further” he’d get mad serious and tell you that overwhelming yourself isnt the answer and that you taking a (much needed) break is more than okay

He knows all too well what overwhelming yourself and having too many expectations and goals can do so he doesnt want you to push yourself past the point of no return

Oh and if You ever need fresh ideas

Hes your go-to guy

He always manages to inspire you and you honestly love that about him 🥰

WE STAN THIS BOI AND HIS PERFECTNESS ISTGGG

You go bestie!!! Slayy!!!!

Tagging:- @izueli

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🚿 A FRIEND TO HELP YOU FRESHEN UP 🚿

Prompt: When Y/N is almost having a heat stroke from the incredibly hot muggy weather, her thoughtful boyfriend Drew, has a very good idea to help her freshen up using the help of a very dear “friend” with a chromed head...

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: +18 smut, shower sex, clit stimulation with a shower head, masturbation (male)

Notes: I’ve decided to use my lately hunger for a certain Scottish meal plus the fact that I’m my country we’re having this incredibly murderous and ridiculous muggy weather for a couple of days now as an inspiration for this little fic. That’s all I’ll say in my defense 🤐. I would like to tag these beautiful souls: @drew-is-boo , @blondekel77 , @nightlummer , @akiko-tanaka and @beckyann6879 because they are the best to be honest 🥰! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

I grunt in despair for the fifth time in a one minute break, already considering shaving my head again in hope that it will help me go through this insanely muggy weather.

“Are you ok over there love?” Drew asks holding back his laugh

“No I am not! I just feel like I’m gonna pass out at any minute now from a goddamn heat stroke! I don’t know what to do anymore” I whined as I fan myself with a Tupperware lid. Yes I’ve come that far!

“Would you like me to help you figure something out?” He asks

“If you have any ideas feel free to shoot ‘em, because I’ve tried everything! Shower, eating ice, getting naked, placing a wet towel on my neck, throwing a bucket of iced water from my head to toes, opening the fridge door to get some cool air, placing a towel filled with ice on my head... you name it and I’ve tried” I frustratedly say “Would you like to help me to shave my head?” The question comes out in a quite unimpressed tone

“You don’t sound too excited about that, love” He chuckled

“I could be more enthusiastic if the heat hadn’t drained away my excitement”

“Do you want to shave your head?”

“I don’t know” I responded “Maybe? What do you think?”

“That’s up to you love. I’ve seen pictures of you with a buzz cut before and you look beautiful! It suits you. But that’s your decision darling” He confidently say “Would you like to try my idea first?” A very familiar yet quick evil glimpse crossed his blue eyes

“Oh no McIntyre, I know that look and trust me, although very tempting” I measured his beautiful and delicious body that was covered with nothing but a pair of boxer briefs from head to toe “The idea of having sex with you is out of the picture right now”

“Who said my idea is sex related?” He tried to hide his true intentions, but after 4 years together, I could see it all behind that innocent façade of his.

“I am saying! I know you Drew, therefore I know that any ‘innocent’ idea that you try to offer ALWAYS ends up with you wanting to get inside of my pants”

He faked a surprise gasp “How can you say that Y/N?! I’ve never had hidden second intentions at anything I offer us to do! Ouch babe, that really hurts” As he places both of his hands on his chest for a dramatic impact

I roll my eyes at his acting “What would you call your ‘we should watch a movie, but I’ll actually just use that as an excuse to fuck you on the couch’ last night’s idea then?” I raised my eyebrows

“In my defense, that movie was boring as fuck and you are not so just do the math, love” He winks

“You’re the worst” I laugh as I throw the Tupperware lid at him and he just laughs along

“Fine then. Let’s see what this idea of yours is all about” I say getting up from the kitchen chair

He deviously smirked and made his way upstairs to our master bedroom bathroom, mentioning for me to follow him.

Once we get to the bathroom, he tells me to take my clothes off as he removed his boxer briefs and turn on the shower in a cool temperature getting inside letting the water run down his body.

“C’mon in, love”

“Drew” I sigh “I’ve told you I’ve tried that before and it didn’t worked”

“You’ve tried by yourself darling. Me? I have an ace up my sleeve” He winks

I reluctantly agreed and got in with him.

Once inside Drew pulled me towards his chest, leaning down to kiss me. As he did his hands softly caresses my thighs, trailing his finger tips up along my spine til he reached my neck to hold me and deepen the kiss.

He turn us around, pressing my back against the cold shower wall, trapping me between his body and the wall. His lips begin to slowly trail down my neck, when he lightly nibs my collarbone I sigh saying in a voice deep with lust.

“What happened with you not having any hidden second intentions at anything you offer us to do?” I teased

He laughed lightly against my ear, whispering “I’m just trying to help you not to think about how hot you are” He chuckled at his intended pun and slaps my ass

“You’re so ridiculous McIntyre” I laugh

We started to make out underneath the water, just kissing, touching each other, enjoying the intimacy of our bodies together moving in sync. There was always this constant need to just FEEL each other. No words, no rushed moves, no worries, just this raw necessity to touch the other one’s body... It was a way to recover our intimacy as a couple.

You see, a lot of people can have sex with you, is a mechanical move, you know what you have to do to reach your high of pleasure. But intimacy? That’s a whole different thing! You can have sex with intimacy, but you don’t need intimacy to have sex. People mistaken nudity with intimacy, when actually the first one it is what it is: a naked body! There’s no deeper intentions or meanings behind it, it’s raw and realistic. Now the latter is something above, is not a whom is an it. A touch, a word, a kiss, a whisper, a feeling, a comfortable silence... That my friend is another level of connection, one that is very hard to find but once you do is also very fast to loose. And when that happens, you’re back at the mechanical part of it: a hole being filled to reach pleasure! As empty and meaningless as it sounds.

For Drew and I it varies, sometimes we’d spend hours (if not the whole night) just laying in bed, talking about anything and everything, kissing, hugging and touching each other’s skin with no intention of having sex at all. And others we had this urgency of just fucking our brains out, feeling every part of each other’s body.

Today was a sweet mixture of both.

Drew lay me down on the shower floor, placing his huge body on top of mine, kissing the top of my breasts

“You still hot, love?” He teased

“What do you think? Now that you’re doing that is even worst”

He laughs lightly as he stands to sit on his knees “Good thing I’ve got the perfect help for ya” He takes the shower head on his hand

“Drew, what are-“ I can’t even finish since he placed one finger on his lips making a shh motion

“I said I was gonna help you, so that’s what I’ll do lass” He turned the shower head on as cocky smirk dances upon his lips.

Drew knew that the shower head was a fun and quick way for me to give myself some relief. I’ve told him many times when he was on the road about my late night dates with the choamed head man while I’ve thought about him.

But that was my me time, my own intimacy, my solo moment. We’ve done a lot in those 4 years together but we’ve never that. So my head was rushing with excitement, with the possibility of the new.

“Whenever you’ve told me about this, I’ve always imagined how hot you must have looked, how I would give anything to just sit and watch you pleasure yourself with it...fuck, that can make me cum every time without a fail. But now the best thing is: I don’t have to imagine it anymore, not only do I get to see it but I will also have the pleasure to do it to you. How great is that love? How great is that now I’ll have a real, solid memory to give me a helping hand later on the road instead of pure imagination?” He nibs my nipple

“You will tell me all about your great use of this memory, right?” I panted

He chuckles lightly “Of course I will my love! Every. Single. Dirty. Detail” He pecks my lips in between every word, soon afterwards placing the shower head on my clit making me gasp.

“Oh my sweet- fuck” I moan

Drew controls the pressure of the water, changing it slightly every now and then.

“Oh fuck baby, it feels so fucking good! Just so good” I moan

He spits on the palm of his hand grabbing his now fully erect cock. Sliding his hand up and down his thick length in a figure 8 motion.

The vision makes my orgasm reach it’s high. He leans down to kiss me as he continues to stroke his cock.

“Fuck princess, you look so beautiful like this” He says in awe, staring at my satisfied face, with my head resting on the shower wall and my legs spread opened in front of him.

He caresses my inner thigh “Can you give me one more baby? I just need to look at that beautiful face that you make one more time”

I simply nod in response

Drew’s strokes on his cock became faster as he once more places the shower head in between my legs...

How can I not love muggy weathers after today?

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Gentle Sins ch.3 (BAON)

Summary:   Edge is heading back into work, but since when do his days ever go smoothly?

Tags: Spicyhoney, kustard, Established Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Aftermath of Kidnapping

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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It was entirely too soon for him to be returning to work by Edge’s measure. Two days off after a kidnapping was a paltry concession and he would have preferred at least working from home for the rest of the week. The Embassy wasn’t particularly far from New New Home, but depending on traffic and stoplights, it could take nearly half an hour to drive between them, not including the time it took to get to his car.

Time enough for so many things to go wrong and for Stretch to be alone when it did.

But despite his preference, two mornings after he’d brought Stretch home, Edge was pulling into the Embassy parking lot and ignoring the shouts of the protestors on the other side of the street as he walked in, though he didn’t extend his cane until he was inside the front entrance.

The issue at hand was not with his employment. Stretch was the one all but pushing him out their front door and he’d done so with a massive spew of words coupled with wild gestures, all of which boiled down to him not needing a babysitter while he was at home.

Edge didn’t have the soul to argue with him about it, particularly since he was right. There were already enough new violations of his boundaries, and past experience taught that he would start to chafe under them soon enough. Perhaps it was already beginning; exhausted as he was, he’d still slept restlessly the night before and while Stretch often tossed and turned, this time it was enough to disturb Edge’s own sleep, his subconscious crying out that this was not a familiar level of thrashing.

He’d still been in bed when Edge left though not asleep, muttering something about heading down to his lab to check on his experiments. Edge hoped that he did; if he could get absorbed in his own version of mad science, it would be a good distraction for the day, one that was very much needed. Red was supposed to stop by at some point about the bodyguard assignment and while Edge asked his brother to wait for him to get home, there was no telling if he would. If he deemed Edge’s presence unnecessary, Red would do as he liked and to hell with waiting for his brother.

With that in mind, Edge’s plan was to work as swiftly as he could today without sacrificing accuracy so that he could leave on time, perhaps even early, in an effort to thwart anything Red might attempt for his own amusements. But as so often happened, plans had a way of changing and in very unexpected ways.

When he’d arrived at the Embassy that morning, he’d been hyperaware of the stares that followed behind him from the moment he came through the door. From the security guard at his station to the interns to the janitors, eyes and whispers lingered in his wake. Whatever hopes he’d had for discretion about the kidnapping incident were quickly dismissed; it was obviously the talk of the office though no one was bold enough to confront him about it directly. As Red often said, ‘the only way to keep a secret is if ya kill the guy who told ya’ and considering how many witnesses were at the bar that night when Stretch and Jeff were taken, that option was not exactly feasible, if it ever was.

The local news was plastered with stories, some sticking with the one provided by the Embassy and others filled with wild speculations. Monsters were hardly immune to gossip and Stretch often featured on both sides of the rumor equation.

As for his usual partner in crime, Jeff was taking the week off and Antwan with him, and while Edge could appreciate the urge to get back to some form of normalcy, he couldn’t help a twinge of jealousy to think the two of them were probably curled in bed together sleeping while he was fending off the glares of his co-workers.

He deliberately kept his limping pace normal on his way to his office, refusing to give the gossip any further fuel. That worked well enough until he went inside. Janice was already at her desk and she looked up when he entered, her long ears swiveling in his direction and her pink nose twitching as she gave him a narrow look.

He wondered if she was disappointed in him for coming in today. The thought made him want to look away from her direct gaze and he forced himself not to, saying crisply, “Good morning.”

But perhaps he was only projecting his own troubled thoughts because Janice only replied with a certain gentle concern, “Good morning. How is Stretch doing?”

Yes, the gossip traveled quickly, indeed. Edge hesitated, then said with cautious honesty, “He’s doing better.”

She nodded and didn’t press. Absently, she reached out to straighten the picture frame on her desk of her two children. Edge understood the impulse. “If you need anything, either of you, please do let me know.”

“I will,” Edge said. He meant it. Somehow in the past year their relationship had gone from a strictly working one to something akin to friends, a change that came about right around the time he’d married Stretch. Another way his love had changed his life for the better.

Still, it was a relief for her expression to change in a flash from motherly concern to businesslike briskness. “I’ve already emailed your agenda for the day, nothing particularly robust, but you do have a meeting in an hour with Toriel.”

“Toriel.” Edge blinked in surprise. Technically, Toriel didn’t work for the Embassy in a similar way to Stretch. She acted as Frisk’s guardian, and while she certainly handled things she likely shouldn’t at her own discretion, they were the diplomat, not her. What could she want to discuss that she couldn’t have come to their home?

He set his laptop case down and dug out his phone, opening the email app and scrolled to his daily agenda to scan the list. The schedule said only, ‘Meeting with Toriel, 10am’ and gave no clues. “Did she happen to say what it was about?”

Janice shook her head. “I’m afraid not, she only contacted and asked for an appointment. I couldn’t think of a reason not to, so I gave her the first available timeslot.” Her voice uplifted at the end, turning the statement into a question.

“Of course you should,” Edge said, belatedly, “I’m perfectly willing to talk with her. I’m simply confused as to why.”

Janice offered him a faint smile and raised eyebrows. “I suppose in an hour you’ll find out.”

“I suppose I will,” Edge sighed. He picked up his laptop and headed into his office, already considering whether to brave the gauntlet again for a cup of coffee or to relinquish is pride and ask Janice to retrieve one. He wasn’t particularly in the mood for any surprises and a meeting with the former Queen would likely offer them, in spades.

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If there was one thing to appreciate about meeting with Toriel, it was her promptness. At precisely 9:59 am Janice buzzed him that she’d arrived.

Edge took a moment to drain the last of the lukewarm coffee from his cup, brought to him by Janice without any prompting from him, further proof of what an excellent assistant she was. He saved the document he was working on before he replied, “Send her in.”

He’d hardly finished speaking when his door opened, Toriel’s bulk filling the entryway. She had to duck her head to fit through the entrance, barely missing bumping her horns on the trim.

“Please, come in,” Edge said. He ignored his cane where it leaned against the side of his chair and instead walked cautiously as he came around it. He gestured to the sofa rather than the chairs at his desk; Toriel was not a small Monster, but his office was designed for visits with everyone, up to and including Asgore himself.

“Thank you,” Toriel said. Her voice was soft enough that it seemed one should strain to hear it, and yet it still carried clearly through the room. She seated herself where he’d indicated, folding her lightly furred hands into her lap.

Edge hadn’t spent a great deal of time with Toriel outside of Embassy functions and the few times he’d traveled along with the diplomats. Even then, he’d kept a cautious distance from her. Despite the small glasses perched on her muzzle, her soft purple dress and motherly cardigan she wore, as a Boss Monster, there was a certain aura of power that she carried that no casual outfit could stifle. Her status might be simply as Frisk’s guardian, but even Humans couldn’t fail to notice it. Adding in that Edge had no basis of comparison with her counterpart in Underfell, put simply, she made him faintly uncomfortable, despite the common interest in puns she shared with several members of his family.

“Would you like a drink?” He barely caught himself before asking if she’d care for tea, already knowing the answer to that. She and Stretch should be closer friends, they could bond over their mutual dislike of the King. “Water? Fruit juice?”

“Water would be lovely,” Toriel said. The words were merely polite, he sincerely doubted she’d come here for refreshments.

From the small fridge in the corner, he retrieved a bottle of water. He set it on a coaster rather than hand it to her and took the seat across from her, folding his hands into his lap in an unconscious mirror of hers. “What can I do for you?” Edge asked.

Without preamble, Toriel said, “You saved my child’s life, and mine.”

That was far from any topic he’d expected she wanted to discuss. If anything, he’d supposed she might wish for more personal information regarding the kidnapping and rather than trusting the gossips, she’d gone to a reliable source. That she might want to talk about their last meeting hadn’t even occurred to him.

The incident in California was not so long ago and yet, despite his lingering scars, the event itself had mostly left his mind. Yes, it was traumatic and yes, he’d certainly be feeling the aftereffects for some time. But it wasn’t his way to linger over such things; it happened, it was over, and now there was only to move onto introducing new safeguards to keep such a thing from happening again.

He considered Toriel’s statement with care before offering cautiously, “Anything I could do to keep you and your child safe, I was willing to offer.”

“I’m sure you were, and are.” Toriel’s eyes were a shade of red unlike his own eye lights. In a way, they were more like Red’s and his way of seeing things deeper than should be possible. “And I am willing to offer my own gift for that kindness. I’ve noticed your leg is still troubling you.”

Edge struggled against shifting uncomfortably, forcing himself not to look down at the leg in question. He was wearing the brace today as he always did in the office, not because he thought he particularly needed it, but due to his suspicions that Janice would discreetly tattle to Stretch if he didn’t. It was a tradeoff for leaving their strictly business relationship behind. “It’s healing, it simply takes time.”

“Indeed,” Toriel inclined her head in agreement. “I’d like to help you, if you’ll allow it. It wouldn’t begin to pay my debt to you but—”

“Your Highness,” Edge interrupted gently, “you don’t owe me anything. I’m well aware that you saved my life after the explosion.”

“I’m no longer the Queen, Toriel is fine,” Her interruption was less gentle and for one who claimed no title, her tone made him want to straighten his spine and come to attention, a habit he’d thought gone along with Underfell. “And your life wouldn’t have needed saving if you hadn’t saved mine.”

“Toriel,” Edge said deliberately, “if you’re offering to heal me, I have a doctor, they’ve done as much with healing magic as they can.”

“I’m sure they have. Which is why I’m offering. My skills are somewhat more…” she hesitated, settling on, “Robust, than other Monsters.”

As a Boss Monster, that was surely true, and Edge couldn’t help considering it.

She’d used her magic on him before, and while that was an emergency, he could hardly protest her doing it again. And what she was offering was gift unlike any other. The opportunity to be healed, to be able to return to his normal activities was tempting to be sure, but what irritated more was his brother keeping him at arm’s-length during the kidnapping. If he’d been more capable, if his leg wasn’t slowing him down, would Red have forced him to stay home instead of allowing him to provide some real assistance? There was no way to tell now, but if he could keep it from happening in the future…?

But Edge also knew that things that seemed too good to be true often were and that there was little in life that came without some sort of price attached. He’d gotten such a gift from the Angel already, if one believed in such things, in the love given to him by Stretch. Asking for more seemed greedy.

Toriel only waited serenely, perhaps understanding his inner turmoil.

“There’s no chance this could have a negative effect,” Edge said slowly. “I’ve made a great deal of progress already, I won't have it set back."

“None at all,” Toriel assured him. “I wouldn’t offer if there was even a chance.” She shifted in her seat, briefly looking away as if his bookcases had suddenly caught her interest. “I would have offered sooner but you must understand, this sort of healing is very draining. If it got out I could do this, Monsters would be lining up at my door, begging for treatment.” She shook her head, her mouth pulling downward unhappily, and suddenly she seemed older and weary. “I can only do as much as I can.”

“I understand.” He did. It was the same reason they’d chosen to keep Monsters’ ability to heal from the Humans. There were limits to the care anyone could provide. Still, his immediate impulse to agree warred with his cautious reluctance. “Then why now?”

“Why not now?” Toriel countered. She spread her empty hands in something like a plea. “I can’t heal every Monster, but what point is it for me to have these gifts if I can’t use them to help someone who was injured by helping me? I owe you a debt, Edge, and I mean to pay it.”

The steel in her voice resonated and the determined need to repay a debt was certainly something he could understand. Edge straightened and inclined his head formally, “I accept your offer.”

A smile lit Toriel’s face and that melancholy fell away as she clapped her hands together like a child rather than the powerful, centuries-old Monster that she was. “Wonderful! Let’s get started, then, shall we?”

“Now?” Edge said, surprised. He’d expected her to need to make some preparations, perhaps arrange for a secret meeting someplace out of the way and not well watched. If there was such a place when one considered his brother.

But Toriel only nodded. “Oh, yes. It won’t take long.”

She rose from the sofa and crouched down next to him. A bit nonplussed, he helped her unbuckle the splint and remove it, and as always, there was a slight, uncomfortable twinge with its support gone. Worse was the awkward intimacy in the way she settled her hands on his leg, even over his trousers, her fingers shifting into precise positions as she closed her eyes and summoned her magic.

Edge had been healed before, too many times to count. Rarely in Underfell, healing there was usually scoffed at and often considered a weakness as it was a difficult skill for those with LV. But in this universe, Stretch, Blue, even Toriel herself had healed him in the past, little wounds mostly, except for California.

He hadn’t been in a position to pay attention the last time she’d used her magic on him, drifting in and out of consciousness, but here there was nothing to distract him. Her magical signature was a deft one, not the brusque force of his brother or familiar honeyed languidness of Stretch or even Blue, who managed to somehow be both forceful and nearly timid at the same time. The greenness of healing came at a delicate trickle at first, seeking and finding the places in his leg that still ached with cunning skill, sinking in. In tiny increments, that trickle became a flood, and then a torrent, and the sensation was indescribable. Not pain, that was far too simple a word, but the deep power that carried healing into his leg and further, seeking out his very essence. Edge shied away instinctively as it sought out his soul, trying to escape that implacable, almost ethereal touch, but it didn’t invade or violate, only swirled briefly through his ribcage in a sort of greeting before returning to the task at hand, or rather, at leg, before it slowly withdrew into empty nothingness.

Edge opened his sockets, hardly aware of closing them, to see Toriel closing her own eyes as she wobbled on her feet, sinking back to sit on the floor with her legs tucked under her and her skirt demurely covering them.

“Your Highness,” Edge said in concern. He reached for her automatically, hesitating before touching her. Even though his gloves he could still feel the aura of roused magic surrounding her.

She opened her eyes. “Toriel,” she corrected with a slight smile, waving his hands away. She retrieved the bottle of water from the table, opening it and taking a long drink, then sighed out, “I’m fine. How are you?”

In answer, Edge stood, striding across the room and back again. The lingering weakness and frustrating ache of the past weeks were entirely gone. The urge to tests his limits was strong and he wondered giddily what anyone would make of it if they caught him racing up and down the stairwell with his coattails flapping behind him.

As if reading his thoughts and perhaps she was to some extent, they wouldn’t be difficult to guess, Toriel cautioned, “I suggest you wear the brace for a little longer. It might keep the curious from asking questions.”

Edge was about to agree, then amended it, “I won’t lie to Stretch. If he asks.”

To his surprise, Toriel let out of a peal of soft laughter and shook her head. “I wouldn’t worry about that. He’ll know the moment he sees you.”

That he hadn’t expected and Edge could only stare at her, aghast, “What?

Her smile turned incredulous. "You have my magic clinging to you, do you truly think he won't notice? Papyrus of all people?"

He wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that and he wished he'd known before he agreed. Well, it was too late to change anything now, wasn’t it, and that was a meal he’d have to swallow when it came to the table.

Belatedly, he realized Toriel was attempting to climb up from the floor and he hastily leaned down to help. Her weight was easily triple his own but between the two of them, they managed to get her back on her feet.

“Well!” Toriel said with a soft sigh as she dusted off her dress. “I’ll leave you to your duties, then. I need to get back to Frisk, they have a meeting this afternoon with the Prime Minister of Japan, and I wanted to brush up on the agenda.”

“Yes, of course, your—Toriel,” Edge correctly hastily. He couldn’t help flexing his knee again, still giddy with the pain-free movement of the joint. “Thank you, Toriel. This means a great deal to me, past simply healing.” She’d already turned to the door and paused, turning back to him.

There was a certain familiar impishness to her smile as she said, “If you truly wanted to thank me, you could try calling me Tori.”

In answer, Edge only bowed deeply to her and said, sincerely, “I’m afraid the attempt would be too much for me and might undo all the damage you healed. I would hate to be the cause of ruining all your hard work.”

Her soft laughter washed over him in a gentle wave and she shook her head. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we.” Her amused expression shifted to seriousness, “And Edge? Anything I could do to help you, I was willing to offer.”

Edge inclined his head in wry acknowledgement and with a last smile, she went out the door, leaving him alone in his office. Alone with his leg in perfect working condition and itching to be used.

A jog up the stairs might be out of the question, but there was no reason he couldn’t walk down to get another cup of coffee. With the brace on for now, and by next week? Perhaps he could risk going without, at least in the morning, if the stares died down by then. Time would tell.

He sat down to strap the blasted thing back on, its lack of necessity making it all the more annoying.

Soon, he told himself, soon.

Despite the events of the past few days, Edge felt lighter than he had in weeks. He only hoped Stretch’s reaction would be as pleased as his own.

Once the brace was properly on, Edge retrieved his cup from his desk and went down the hallway to the breakroom to fill it, giving Janice’s curious glance a sedate nod and careful to keep his steps slow and measured so as to not rouse any suspicions.

On the leg brace he would concede, an annoying necessity to be sure. But the cane? That, he left behind.

tbc

[xyntix]

Have a slice of a fic I started a couple weeks ago. I need some motivation and feedback would be highly appreciated.

Do I have a thing for the leader in blue with dumbass tendencies? Yup and so do you or what ya doin' here?

Leoxoc

Warning: swearing

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"The name is Neon, by the way. My friends call me that. My actual name is," she paused, "Giselle..." Was she embarressed by the name? Leo couldn't see anything about it that would make her not like it.

"I like it."

"Thanks, Leo."

More silence.

"I think I gotta go now," Leo finall announced. These few useful braincells told him to give her space and that he would do. After all this was a lot to take in. "Yeah, good night." The mutant turtle acknowledged her good bye with a nod before turning away to get back to the lair. Before he could take his third step, he heard her ask quietly, "Will I see you again?"

Leo smiled.

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"Wow, guess who's back. The drama queen." "Don, don't be so mean." "It's alright, Mikey," Leo assured his little brother and gave him a pat on the head. "Where did you go off to, sulking?", Donnie asked, his eyes never leaving the screen if his tablet. "Places." "Did you talk to the girl?", Raph asked the moment he popped up behind some work out machine Donnie built some time ago. "Maybe."

"Really? Come on, Leo. How did it go? Is she cool? What is her name? Tell me! Please! Leo! Best bro! Please!", Mikey begged. "Yeah, Leo. Don't leave out all the juicy details.", Raph said. "I am sure I can pull up a traffic camera or something and maybe even some audio material.", Don stated with a smug grin. "Fine! Her name is Neon. She is pretty cool and she has girlfriend problems. Happy now?"

A collective 'Oh' left the brother's mouths. "Yeah, girlfriend sounded like a crazy person so guess it is not too bad.", Leo added. "Well, good for you.", Don said before turning his attention back to his devices. "Yeah, now you could actually stand a chance.", Raph tried to cheer his brother in blue up. "Dude, he said girlfriend. Who knows if she is actually into male mutated turtles.", Mikey said. "Well, maybe she is?", Raph defended his point. "Doubt it.", Donnie added just for the sake of doing so.

"does it matter? She didn't freak out so maybe I might have just made a friend. Let's celebrate!" "Yay, CELEBRATE!" "Mikey, shut up. Pops will kick our shells if we wake him.", Raph whisper-yelled

"I'd say it is way too late for that."

Oh shit.

Whatever was being held was dropped in an instant. Every turtle ran towards their own room aa if their shells depended on it.

"G'night pops!"

"Love you!"

"See ya tomorrow!"

"Kisses!"

Then, Splinter was left alone in the living room with only an amused smile on his face.

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"And then I said: These fish look all washed up. Amazing, am I right or am I right?", Leo told Neon excitedly about one of their missions. "You are always right, Leo.", the girl joked. "Course I am!", he agreed, pride blooming in his chest. The movie playing on the laptop was only background noise at that point.

"Hey, Le. Gimme the cookies." "Nope." The fun atmosphere was gone within a mere second. "Leon, the cookies. Now." "Nu-hu-" "LEONARDO!" And the turtle, dressed in a blue unicorn onsie, went running. "HA! You are so slow! Who is the turtle now?" "You little shit."

This little game of tag kept going for about 10 minutes before the girl quit. "I surrender. Keep the cookies. Holy fuck.", the girl panted. "Naw, little G is tired? Does little G want a cookie?", Leo babies her in a teasing voice. "I swear I will have your shell served on a silver platter if you keep this up."

Despite the threats it was all in good fun and the comfort of coping with bad puns was something Giselle didn't think she needed until the day they met.

"Hey staler, you will wanna watch this movie?" "How mamy times do I have to tell you, I did not stalk you. It was an accident." "Mhhm, sure", Giselle giggled.

"You should be glad you are cute-"

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing!", Leo claimed

"I could swear you said I was cute-"

"Did not."

Giselle leaned forward, almost half way laying on him. "You sure?", she feigned innocent

[count-woe-laf]

Who’s your friend?

Prompt 53 from @someonehelp sorry that it took so long and if it’s not what you wanted, I may have accidently written it for @coconut-cluster ‘s battle of the bands au and this post and its tags because my brain could not stop thinking about it. The au is hers and y’all should go check it out, I love it

Thank you @knight-of-cauldrons for helping me with the names and lovely people from the Roman Arson Squad for helping me with other stuff too and @me-a-mess-morelikelythanyouthink for helping me edit stuff and talking about this until 4am with me so I knew what to write, I appreciate it, (also the drumstick things is entirely her fault (maybe a little bit of mine))

Pre-romantic prinxiety, there’s a few swears, very brief mention of murder/death, the ending and middle is a little weak, 1348 words

The blood pumping through Roman's veins, the air in his lungs, the microphone in his hand, the noise of the music and the crowd, the feeling of happiness- of greatness surrounding him. It was in these moments that Roman felt truly alive.

It was the show high and boy was it fun; the world would slow it's spinning, Roman- his bandmates and friends playing behind him- would sing, the crowd would cheer. It was one of the best feelings Roman had ever felt. (He says one of the best because he got a free pink lemonade in the middle of summer once and it was closely tied for one of the best feelings ever.) This great feeling stayed until Roman would get home that night. Even once the audience left he would still feel the burst of happiness in his chest.

The Disasters were spread around the stage, packing up their instruments. Well, Remus and Janus were packing up. Roman didn't have anything to do so he was scrolling through his phone. Virgil was sitting on the edge of the stage, playing around with his sticks, talking to someone from the crowd. Normally Roman wouldn’t pay much attention to them, but he didn't have anything interesting on his phone and his gaze kept drifting towards Virgil.

The guy Virgil was talking to looked around their age; he seemed nice enough, maybe he was being a little too nice for Roman's liking, but that didn't matter, he was just some guy. Some guy that was talking to Virgil, a completely normal conversation. Virgil had conversations all the time. …Did Virgil usually smirk at a stranger's remarks, though? Did he normally let someone try (and fail) to spin his drumsticks, would they laugh afterwards? Roman's after show happiness suddenly disappeared; he instantly realized his night wouldn't be as good as he thought. The amazing feeling was replaced with another that Roman wasn't entirely familiar with. All Roman knew was that it wasn't jealousy.

There was no way it was jealousy, It couldn't be jealousy, jealousy didn't feel like this, did it? No, the feeling in the pit of Roman's stomach wasn't jealousy, he wasn't jealous. There was absolutely no reason for him to be jealous over some hot looking dude talking to Virgil. Roman and Virgil were just friends anyway, he didn't have a reason to be jealous. it didn't matter that Roman's heart stopped when Virgil smiled at him. It didn't matter that Virgil would say one flirty joke and Roman would be distracted for the rest of practice. And it didn't matter that Virgil was one of the few people Roman trusted. None of that mattered, Roman was not jealous. Finding himself walking towards Virgil's spot on the edge of the stage wasn't because he was jealous, it was because he was bored and cared for Virgil's safety talking to random people. Yeah, that sounded about right.

"Well you seem really funny, Virgil, right?"

Virgil stopped spinning his sticks. "Yeah, and your name is…"

"Andy, short for Anderson, it's a dumb name right?" They both let out a short laugh, Andy's laugh was really nice and smooth, way better than Roman's dorky one. What? That didn't matter, there was no need to compare himself to whoever this Andy dude was.

Roman ignored his mess of thoughts and placed himself near Virgil. "Hey, Virgil! Who's your friend?" Ignoring how stiffly Roman spoke it almost seemed like he was saying it nicely. Of course Roman was saying it nicely, why wouldn't he be saying it nicely?

"Oh uh, we're not friends yet," and the guy dragged his hand through his hair and winked at Virgil. He actually winked. He looked towards Roman. "Anyways I'm Andy, me and my friend Spike are going to get some food, wondering if Virgil here would like to join us?"

And boy, did Roman have a lot he wanted to say, it might've warranted him a disappointed lecture from Janus. So he turned off his internal monologue of this bitch really thinks he can take Virgil, my best friend out to an 8pm dinner, that's our thing sometimes we even share pancakes- and looked over to Virgil. He must know that the late dinners are tradition and that one cannot break from traditions especially ones with your best friends.

"Come on, it'll be fun." Andy lowered his voice, "Maybe after we can drive somewhere, there's a place I know that's really pretty around this time."

Roman scowled and opened his mouth, hoping to say something that wouldn't sound overly protective and jealous. "He-"

"Sorry we have some band stuff to talk about tonight. But uh," Virgil threw up some awkward finger guns and stood up, quickly trying to get away. "I'll see you around though. Have a good night, Andy." They started to walk away.

"Ok, if you're sure, I wish I got your number, but I'll stick with this," Virgil turned around to see Andy badly twirling one of his sticks. "See ya around Virgey," and with another stupid wink, he was gone.

They both stood frozen on the stage, the feeling in Roman's stomach grew as the silence stretched out. "Did he just make a pun? And call me Virgey?" He looked over to Roman with a bewildered face. "He used a pun to take my stick, called me Virgey, and left. Now I need new sticks," Virgil looked down at his lone drumstick. "This is why I don't like new people talking to me. And being stuck somewhere alone with a stranger? Not my thing." Virgil turned to face Roman, hands loosely playing with his stick. "Sorry for cutting you off there but you were already being overly jealous and extra and I didn't want that to get worse."

"Hey, I'm not overly extra, I don't know what you're talking about," Roman looked down and pouted.

"Oh so you're admitting you're jealous?" Virgil raised an eyebrow with an innocent look.

"I'm not that either, Virgey," Roman ignored his growing blush, took Virgil's last drumstick and lightly hit him on the arm, making Virgil frown in response.

"Oh really?" Virgil took back his stick and hesitated before gently placing it under Roman's chin, tilting his head up so their eyes met. "You're a horrible liar, you don't keep eye contact and can't think of excuses, it's very suspicious. Anyways, you interrupted my lovely conversation with Andy, sure seems like you're jealous, Roman."

Wow… Roman was going to faint. Virgil was looking at him with a teasing glint in his eyes as a stupidly cute laugh fell from his lips. Roman couldn't even respond let alone breathe, who gave Virgil a right to be this- this-

Roman's chin fell. "We should go, I think Jan and Remus are already in the van."

"Uh, yeah," Roman said, slightly dazed. "This is your last call to go with your stranger over there and get into his sketchy looking truck. You sure you don't want that?"

Virgil snorted, "I'll stick with your jealous self. At least I know you won't kill me in a back alley." He started to walk away. "Come on, you know Janus will leave for ihop without us."

Roman followed him out. "I blame you if he leaves us, you piss him off too much."

"Says the one who got into an hour long argument with him about cornflakes." Roman scoffed in response.

The after show high had returned, along with memories of thousands of similar interactions with Virgil. (God, why was Virgil such a flirt? Roman would combust one of these days.) Unlike his earlier predictions, it was a very nice night after all. Roman was so thankful to have the feeling of giddiness back in his veins and his band of friends surrounding him.

(He was also thankful for the ihop waiter that brought him extra whipped cream that Virgil proceeded to eat and get all over him. There was now a very cute picture of Virgil in Roman's syrup covered phone that Roman would not stop looking at all night.)

I tried to do it justice, thanks for letting me write this and for sending in a prompt. Send me a prompt (and characters and a ship, sorry if I change it) and I’ll write something (probably short and definitely sanders sides) out of it eventually. Know that it will probably take me forever but I’m trying to write more

[authenticcadence18]

30 Questions About Me

THANKS FOR THE TAG @bugaboo-n-bananoir ILY!!!!

(Nick)name: Cadence

gender: cis female

Star sign: Pisces

Height: uhhhhh I am not sure, it’s taller than 5ft at least

Time: night! (Well I wrote most of this last night, but now it’s the evening of the next day!)

Birthday: well I’m a Pisces, so my birthday is between Feb 19th and march 20th!

Fave band/group: Pentatonix! Or For King and Country. Or the piano guys, the vitamin string quartet, Voctave.....also Phineas and the Ferbtones👌

Fave solo artists: I really like Lauren Daigle, and Jackie Evancho used to be my FAVE. Aaand idk if this counts but Michael Giacchino! love his scores, especially the score for Inside Out. There’s also this guy called Clay Kramer on YouTube who makes KK Slider covers of popular music, his stuff gives me so much seratonin😅

Song Stuck in my Head: Well I’m listening to music rn and “I’m Me” from Phineas and Ferb is on so I’ll say that! (I’ll revisit this one when I finish the list and update it with whatever song i’m listening to/is stuck in my head then) (ok the music has since been turned off and now I have “Status Quo” from High School Musical stuck in my head so! There ya go!) (now it is the next day, and I’ve got “when the party’s over” stuck in my head...i think these three songs are an accurate reflection of my taste in music🤣)

Last Movie: uhhhhh oh yeah, The Sorcerer’s Apprentice! It was SO GREAT because Jay Baruchel plays the main character (and the main character is super awkward), so I felt like I was watching Hiccup from the How To Train Your Dragon franchise learn magic and it was GLORIOUS. And also Nicholas Cage is great. And I liked the love interest in the movie as well!! She had a role to play in the story and felt authentic and genuine, which I appreciated!

Last Show: ok well the last show I watched by myself was Phineas and Ferb! Specifically, the episode with the Mardi Gras block party and then the one where Candace and Stacy compete in an obstacle course against Isabella and Ginger (omg wAIT ginger and Stacy are sisters and Isabella and Candace are GOING to be sisters mY HEART I—AH🥺). I hadn’t watched those episodes in forever, so they were really fun to revisit! I think the last actual show I watched was Kids Baking Championship or something, lol. (Those kids are AMAZING. So skilled!)

When i created this blog: November 2019! It was riiiight after the season 3 finale of miraculous aired and absolutely wrecked my emotions. I had some fanfic written that I’d never posted and had been thinking about making a tumblr/ao3 for awhile, and seeing the finale made me finally go, “.....you know what, yeah. The finale is aired, no more spoilers.....it’s time to make a blog.” So I did! And I posted my first fic! And I’m so happy i did :)

What Do I Post: a bunch of multi fandom stuff XD. This blog started off as 90% Miraculous, 10% other fandoms I like...but now it’s just kind of a hodgepoge of my favorite fandoms (with a focus on Phineas and Ferb, lol). I reblog a lot of posts, and then I post original stuff too! I write fanfic, nowadays for Phineas and Ferb but for Miraculous in the past (and probably in the future!), I draw art (mostly Phinabella art because I’ve been drawing them since i was 11 and it feels good to return to my roots), and OCCASIONALLY I will write an analysis post (I’ve got one in the works rn actually 👀), attempt to make a meme, or dip my toe into salt just SLIGHTLY before quickly backing away, lol. If I were to list the fandoms I post about in the order of how frequently I post about them, I’d probably say: Phineas and Ferb, Miraculous....and thennnnn everything else is pretty random and depends on the day, lol.

Last thing i googled: Jay Baruchel 😂. Couldn’t remember how to spell his last name!

Other blogs: this is my only blog! Sometimes I think about making a separate blog for my art and writing, but I am not sure if I should or not....maybe I will someday, but idk. I also have an AO3 for fanfic and an Instagram for art! All are under the name “authenticcadence18.”

Do I get asks: sometimes, yeah!! Sometimes I reblog ask games/prompts and get some asks for those (I’ve got so many prompts in my inbox I want to write/draw things for...ah it’s fine, I’ll get to it eventually😅), and sometimes lovely people will leave thoughts or nice messages in my inbox🥺💕. I’ve got a specific tag for all those nice messages so I can read back over them whenever I need a boost!

Why this url: it’s a music pun! When a song/section of a piece of music ends with a dominant chord resolving to a tonic chord (if you’ve read a certain fic of mine you should know allll about dominant and tonic chords👀🤣), it’s called an authentic cadence! There are different kinds of cadences, and authentic ones are my favorite. One example of this is “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” I also use this blog to be my authentic, fandom-loving self! So I like authentic cadences, and also, I’m Cadence and using this blog to be authentic! Woo! (And 18 is just my favorite number, lol) I’m glad I ended up choosing a name that doesn’t tie to a specific fandom becaaaaaause this ended up being a multi fandom blog!

Following: 232!!

Followers: 292!!! (THANKS SO MUCH Y’ALL ILY 💕)

Average amount of sleep: wellllll for the past week and a half I was sick so I was probably getting 9ish hours a night (because I would sleep in really late, lol). but NOW? In my immediate future? I suspect my average amount of sleep is going to go down because I’m really bad about staying up late even when I have to get up early😅. Hoping to be good about getting at least 7ish hours a night!

Lucky number: 18! But y’all probably already guessed that, lol.

Instruments: my voice, piano, ukulele, viola (but it’s been a HOT minute), aaaand i used to be able to play guitar but then I got a ukulele and forgot all the guitar chords. (I also dabble in songwriting! I primarily use voice and piano when writing music.)

What I’m wearing: my favorite sweatshirt (that was last night, rn I have on a tanktop), some leggings, and socks!

Dream job: I’m currently learning to be a teacher, and I LOVE teaching and working with kids so that is definitely a job I’m really excited about!!! I would also love to portray characters at Disney or something (well, maybe not at Disney because I hear they’re strict, but like....I want to be Rapunzel or Anna or something, that would be so fun). OR, I would LOVE to work in tv animation somehow, be it voice acting, writing scripts/music, and/or story boarding. basically if I could do what Dan and Swampy did for Phineas and Ferb/Milo Murphy’s Law, I would LOVE THAT. (Especially the writing music part. Getting to write music for established characters and get PAID for it would be SO COOL.!.!.!) Also I think it would be so fun to write Disney storybooks! Like, those books that are about Cinderella baking a cake or Ariel befriending a seahorse, stuff like that. Those brought me a ton of joy as a child!

Dream trip: I want to visit alllll the Disney parks someday😅. (Not right now because, ya know, Covid...but someday!)

Fave food: uhhh i really like pizza. And popcorn. Also hummus and guacamole!

nationality: American

Fave songs: “Times” by Tenth Avenue North; “Can’t Help Falling in Love” (I made an entire playlist of just this song when I first started writing my fic of the same name, so I like the original and a ton of covers of it!), “Show Yourself” from Frozen II, “What Might Have Been” from Phineas and Ferb (and lots of other songs from that show, i made a whole post about that once but I can’t find it, oof); “Rescue” by Lauren Daigle; “Thank You” by Pentatonix; “I See the Light” from Tangled; “Your Hands” by JJ Heller; “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran.....i like a loooot of songs so this is just the tip of the iceberg, but I think that’s good for now, LOL! (As soon as I post this I’m going to remember another song I love, lol)

last book: I got the book Unbirthday for Christmas! It’s basically Disney’s Alice in Wonderland, but if she’d never gone to wonderland and things went horribly wrong there. (I think, I’m not that far into it yet, lol)

Top 3 fictional universes I’d love to live in: 1. DANVILLE, PLS. Especially as a kid, I SO would’ve loved to hang out with Isabella and Phineas and the rest of the gang! Danville is so vibrant and unique and people are always randomly breaking into song there, that’s my kind of place! 2. Fairytopia (from the Barbie movies!) because I could be a fairy OR a mermaid OR BOTH and eat seeweed to breathe underwater even if I wasn’t a mermaid. Like, that’s the dream right there. (I’ve always loved mermaids and fairies, lol!) 3. Maybe San Fransokyo from Big Hero 6? All of the technology in that universe is really cool! And I would love to eat a noodle burger, lol .

Oh! That’s the last one! Wow! This was so FUN!!!!!!! Thanks again for the tag, Maddy!!!! :)

I’ll taaaag @sketchy-panda @macaronsforchat @simplynewyorkbound @inkjackets and anyone else who’d like to do this! (And pls don’t feel pressured to play at all, or answer all of the questions! I was definitely vague with a few of my answers, lol)

[ilikebeesandflowers]

Day 4: Branded

Suptober20

Tags: Schitt’s Creek AU, pre-destiel, Sam x Ruby

Dean Winchester and his brother, Sam, had been stranded in this bumfuck town for way too long. The Rosebud Motel was fine, he supposed, and the owner’s niece, Charlie, was just about the best friend he’d ever had. But he couldn’t help missing his old life: the open road, wind in his hair and Zepp on the radio, living off credit card scams and pool-sharking. Hunting was hard work, but he had had everything his heart desired. Any one his heart desired too, for that matter.

Hard to say what, exactly, had brought them to the little town of Schitt’s Creek. Dean hesitated to blame Sam. It wasn’t entirely his fault that that werewolf had shattered his leg and that he needed time to recuperate. It certainly wasn’t anyone’s fault that the infinite credit card well dried up after the whole Too Big to Fail bailout. If Dean was honest, it might have been his fault - he really should have known better than to stake his beloved Impala (and family home) on a hand of poker.

This is why Dean drank.

The people here were nice enough. Charlie let them live there rent-free, mostly out of sympathy for Sam’s injury, but also because Dean was handy with a hammer. The cute chick at the Cafe Tropical let them keep a running tab. “You just pay me back whenever you get back on your feet, no pun intended,” Donna had said. “I’m sure you’d do the same for me.” He knew he would not have done the same. At the same time, he hated to think how much they actually owed at this point. The guy at the garage, Rufus, occasionally gave Dean some odd jobs to do. All in all, it was a nice place to visit, but he sure wouldn’t want to live there.

And yet. It had been a year, and he was no closer to buying one of Rufus’ old clunkers so they could get back to their real life. Sam had recovered, sure, but his leg would never be the same. He was now the grumpy old guy who could warn when a storm was coming. The real problem: Ruby, the veterinarian. She had given Sam a job as her receptionist, despite him having zero qualifications but a love of dogs.

With Sam working, they could save a little bit and get the hell out of Dodge, but with Sam dating Ruby, he might never leave.

All of this was swirling through Dean’s head as he stood in the middle of Main Street, staring at the “Store Closing - Everything Must Go” sign in the window of the General Store. He could feel an idea taking root. What if. What if he, Dean Winchester, leased the old General Store? It would be an honest living. And it wouldn’t have to just be the glorified convenience store it was now, he thought, remembering the Gas and Sip that was going in on the other end of town. It could be a Very Specific Store, selling locally produced goods, but branded with the shop’s name.

He knew jack squat about entrepreneurship, though. He crossed back to the Cafe to ask Donna about her business.

“Have you talked to Pamela?”

“Pamela, the realtor slash insurance salesman slash palm reader, Pamela?”

“That’s the one. But she’s got a new tenant, some hotshot MBA, name a’ Castiel.”

“No hotshot anything should be here. What’s wrong with him?”

She waved her arms in an exaggerated shrug. “He showed up a few weeks ago from who-knows-where, and where else would he go but Pamela’s house? But between you and me, I don’t believe she offered him lodgings just out of the goodness of her heart, if ya catch my drift.” Donna winked.

“So he’s hot,” Dean guessed.

“Oh yeah, you betcha!”

Dean hummed. He thanked Donna, plunked down the last five dollars in his wallet (a drop in the bucket, but she always appreciated the gesture), and headed uptown to the home slash office of Pamela Barnes.

[moonlightmagus]

ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ  ＩＮＴＥＲＶＩＥＷ.

ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ  ＩＮＴＥＲＶＩＥＷ.  

𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂.     name: Yuuki Nemuru nickname: Yuukichi, Glasses-chan(Though only Angra has said those to her period) age: 25 years old, but mentally not so much. species: Human.

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻.  morality: Chaotic Good. She’s a gentle girl who loves to make friends and help others. She believes in what is right and what is wrong isn’t necessarily so black and white. There are grey areas and she tries to see the best in people, before the worst.  religion: Yuuki doesn’t really believe in a specific thing, but definitely knows there is a higher power out there.  sins:  I’m not sure of this one yet.    virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice known languages: Japanese is her first language, but she also knows English secrets: Yuuki’s secret she doesn’t want others to know, is that she was locked away much as a child. She spent her whole life only allowed to go to school then straight to her room or the training room. She was verbally abused a lot as a child, being forced to endure the whole “becoming the head of the family”, and that she must be the best at everything they gave her which is why she’s ignorant of the real world. It was soon after starting elementary school that she was forced out of public school, and only allowed to go to the clock tower because it looked great as head of the family.

𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻. build: slender / fit /  / curvy /  height: 162cm  scars / birthmarks: There are no birthmarks or tattoos as of yet. abilities  /  powers: As a magus, Yuuki has a rather large amount of Mana. She was bred exclusively to achieve this from her family. It takes a lot to actually tire Yuuki out from her mana reserves. Having multiple Servants does not drain her, it would have to take about 5 or 6 noble phantasms to probably tire her out, but around 8 or 9 before she passes out from lack of Mana.

𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂. food:  Yuuki loves pasta meals! She loves a lot of Pasta foods, as it was the food given to her when she did great on her studies or learning magic. Italian foods or different types of Ramen makes her happy. Anything with Pasta noodles. drink: .She doesn’t drink alcoholic beverages much, as it wasn’t productive or labeled productive by her parents, so she’s used to drinking more teas and water, with a bit of Soda versus any alcoholic beverages. pizza topping: Ham and Onion with pepperoni. Though she’s only recently discovered it.  colour: Blue, as it reminds her of the ocean. music: She loves all types of music except for Rap, screamo and heavy rock. It’s hard for her to understand and sing along to, so she doesn’t listen to it. Though she loves a lot of Classical music, and her favorite band is Celtic Woman. book genre: Young Adult books. It reminds her of all the times she missed out on, like highschool and romance. She tries to live vicariously through such events, even though they are mostly Fantasy YA. movie genre: She hasn’t really watched movies, as it wasn’t deemed productive by her parents, so this one isn’t very easy for her. She’d love to be exposed to more movies. season: Winter. It was one of the only times of the year she was allowed in more than just 2 rooms in the house. They would let her downstairs for Chirstmas and explore the house as well as play outside in the snow. curse word: Interestingly Yuuki doesn’t really curse. She doesn’t find it productive or nice, so she tries not to. If she does curse, she’s really shocked or confused. scent (s): Strawberries, Salt water/Ocean, as well as fruity scents.

𝙵𝚄𝙽  𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙵𝙵.     bottom  or  top: Probably a bottom. She’s too gentle to try and be a top. sings in the shower: Always! Yuuki loves to sing, but her parents labeled it unproductive, claiming she was a terrible singer and should just give up and focus on her magecraft. This would lead her to rebel against them, and learn how to sing without their notice. Thank goodness she was able to learn how to pad the walls in the training room for more than one reason. likes puns: Yes! She loves to laugh, and loves to make others laugh, so she would love puns! tagged by: @aurivore (I appreciate it! It helped me think more on my OC!) tagging: @ryogai @jaakunxkaze @maledicti-oculi and anyone else who wants to! I have a lot of people with multimuse blogs and I don’t want to over-whelm them so that’s why I didn’t tag a lot of you!

[wienerbarnes]

Whatever It Takes (6/6)

Pairing: Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Word Count: 1,174

Prompt: Doctor AU

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNEDDDDD

A/N: sorry im late AGAIN but i had to end it with a bang ya know (get it bang bc its smut) anyway! just wanted to quickly thank @sgtjbuccky and @jaamesbbarnes for hosting this challenge! im so so so glad i could participate! also thank you to everyone who left comments and came in my inbox and asked to be tagged! it really does mean a lot! i hope everyone enjoyed my first series and enjoys the smut that follows the keep reading ;)

SERIES MASTERLIST

6 months later

…

Light, feathery kisses from wake you from your slumber. A soft, yellow light pours in from your apartment window and - are those birds chirping you hear outside?

Soft lips pepper themselves around your ear, trailing down your neck and traveling past your shoulder blade, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Mmmmm… Bucky…” You sleepily breathe out. Although you appreciate this - lovin’ - you would like to sleep an extra hour or so.

“Good morning, my love.” You hear whispered back, the deep, raspy, sexy voice coming from near your lower back. You almost regret sleeping on your stomach; too much easy access for mornings like these where he’s feeling frisky. Almost.

“I wanna sleep some more before I have to - uh - oh!.. Go to, uh, work… Bucky…”

You can’t help but let out an airy moan as Bucky’s lips disappear underneath the blanket, planting kisses around your butt cheeks, large, rough hands squeezing tight at your hips and the extra fat around them and your thighs. A wet tongue leaves a long stripe in between and your legs shake involuntarily.

“Mmmmm, baby tastes so good,” Bucky groans, his voice muffled by, well, you.

You don’t respond, choosing more gasps and loving sighs as a response instead.

Bucky’s tongue continues to lick stripes, circles, and figure-eights around both of your holes; wet from his saliva and your own slick and warm from the blankets throughout the night. His hands move a tad lower to wrap entirely around the backs of your thighs to spread them farther, pushing your right knee forward and up to give him better access to your delicious heat.

A tight coil already begins to form in between your legs, the his hands grip onto your thighs tightly, moving every once in a while to give your ass a firm squeeze; you feel the mix of his spit and your wetness drip down between your lips and onto the comforter below you and it only makes you hotter.

You let out a long and throaty moan as Bucky sneaks his tongue into you, loosening you up and preparing you for what is to come next. Not that you’re complaining.  

“Yes, Bucky, right there, don’t stop -“

Bucky moans at the sound of your noises and it shoots through your body like a bullet. You feel his tongue leave you but get replaced by his middle finger. You can’t control yourself and squeeze tight around his thick finger as your climax overcomes you, goosebumps exploding across your body as your eyes roll back.

Your body begins to come down from its high and Bucky lets out a cocky chuckle - no pun intended - as his rises a bit and plants a small slap to your right butt cheek. He pulls the blanket that’s left covering the bottom half of your legs and tosses it aside to expose you to him completely.

He grabs you gently by the hips and coaxes your body to flip onto your back, chest still heaving a bit trying to catch your breath. Still lying flat, Bucky twists your legs so they fold over to the side and sticks is own fingers in his mouth, wetting them, before sliding them back in you.

You let out a shaky moan as he continues to finger you, deeper and faster each time his thrusts in, with no shame. You peek down to see his cock standing proud, tip shiny and sticking against the top of your thigh. His chest and neck are stained a reddish-pink from his earlier promiscuous activities and probably from pleasing you under the blanket for so long. His jaw is loose as his mouth hangs open in the slightest, brows crawling closer and closer together as you clench around him tighter and tighter.

He waits until your climax is close again before slipping his fingers out and slipping himself back in their place. You both let out an equally loud and long moan as the feeling of finally being intertwined. Bucky hikes his right knee up a bit farther on the bed and his drops to his elbows to lean closer to you, body still pounding into you. Sweat quickly gathers between your bodies, making the whole situation unbelievably hotter and slicker.

“Oh, baby… Feel so good around me… Squeezing me nice and tight while I get you in all the right places… Huh? You like that? Like when I love you like this? Oh yes…” His husky voice huffs in your neck, whimpers falling past his lips in between his filthy sentences.

“Please, please, don’t stop - don’t stop, unf!” You can barely form thoughts as Bucky lifts his left arm off the bed to lift you thigh higher, hitting you in places deep within your body, places you didn’t even know existed.

“You beggin’?” Bucky teases, slowing down to frustrate you.

“I’ll die before I beg for anything from a man- ah!” You let out a yelp as Bucky roughly flips you back over onto your stomach and slams into you once more.

Your shrieks and pleas and Bucky’s groans and breath hitches fill the room along with the stark sound of skin slapping against skin. Quite the morning soundtrack.

A smooth metal hand slides up your back to rest on the back of your head to push your face deeper into the pillow and his hips ram faster and faster, slick spilling from where his meets your hole and wetness coating his cock and your thighs. Bucky’s right hand grips your waist tighter as you feel him pulse inside you; he’s close and he’s trying to get you to where he is. Luckily, it won’t take much.

It’s when you feel metal fingers appear around your clit, rubbing fast and hard over and over and over the little nub, that you let out a scream and your body freezes up with your second climax of the morning. Bucky lets go himself at the feeling of your soft walls constricting him nice and tight, providing the perfect place for his warm, sticky cum.

He slowly pulls out of you and you both let out a love-filled sigh as you bask in the glory of amazing morning sex. Another sigh escapes you as you feel Bucky’s fingers rub around your sensitive hole, making sure the cum doesn’t pour out. You let out a girlish giggle as endorphins flood your body and you turn over on your side to face Bucky, who has now flopped himself next to you on his back.

“Wanna get some breakfast before I go in for work?” You ask, propping yourself up on his chest and body glowing with sweat as Bucky stares back at you with hearts in his eyes.

“Breakfast? I already had breakfast this morning, silly,” Bucky cheekily boops a finger on your nose before standing and pulling a pair of boxers off the floor and sliding them on.

“But I’d be delighted to make you anything you want, sweet stuff.”

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LET’S GET READY TO RE-CAAAAAAAAP

“I have numerous science-based questions” I mean, same. It also sets up that Huey is gonna be out of his element this episode

SCROOGE HAS NO TIME FOR SCIENCE

“I AM THAT CHAMPION.” A bit full of yourself there. I couldn’t hear this line without saying “I’M. THAT. HERO.” Oh VeggieTales, you’ll always be with me

THEY ALL LOOK SO ADORABLE!!

I like that Louie does a finger gun when Scrooge gets to him

Like I said earlier, I DO NOT care Scrooge already putting pressure on these kids

Poor Dewey seems like he’s the unfavorite, which is probably how Donald felt as well

Huey makes a good point and I do NOT like how dismissive Scrooge is of the twins

That being said...they totally killed someone in battle

SOMEDAY WE’LL FIND IT, THE RAINBOW CONNECTION!

Why didn’t Launchpad crash? I know he can land w/o crashing but it’s usually when he lands in water. THIS FEELS IMPORTANT SOMEHOW though it probably isn’t

“THEY FOUND A WAY TO MAKE RAINBOWS BETTER!” God, I love Webby

“This is the best day.” WEBBY, YOU ARE REACHING CRITICAL LEVELS OF ADORABLE

Birds with beards look odd

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” Poor Huey, magic and mythology aren’t his strong point

I love that it says Odin’s Closet over the shirts. It’s the little details

“Guess Louie knows what Louie’s doing today.” And then he disappears into the shirts. I can appreciate someone who knows what they’re about

I want ALL the shirts from this episode!

“WHOA, IT’S WRESTLING!” He looks so dang happy, it’s ADORABLE

“THIS IS AWESOME!” Chanting is fun

“So these guys just copied professional wrestling?” Huey, you’re form of logic is not welcome here

Does that mean Scrooge told someone about his battles and inspired them to create pro wrestling? I’m gonna go with that

“And they will love me for it!” Dewey, sweetie, that’s only how it works half the time

I loved all the man-snake stuff. Made me giggle

Man snake be THICC. HOT DAMN

I love the little pig ref. HE’S SO CUTE

Jormungandr knows how to pump up a crowd

So, like, is everyone in the audience technically DEAD?! That makes this episode slightly darker. I dig it

 I wonder if Jormungandr sees Earth’s destruction as a good thing for Earth. Like if he genuinely thinks they’d be better off in Valhalla. Or if he’s just a bastard who wants to watch the world burn

Scrooge is a bit too into playing the heel

The way Scrooge moves and the faces he makes as the Millionaire Miser remind me of Glomgold

“I watch a lot of wrestling while I fly.” “Wait, while?” This exchange always cracks me up

“Uncle Scrooge is the greatest hero of all time.” “Huh, I guess not everyone thinks so.” I feel like this is foreshadowing later events

RIP Announcer Puffin

“DIBS ON ANNOUNCING!” A dude just got KO’d bro! Have a bit of respect

And the return of the dynamic sports announcer duo. Glad Huey got his badge

I NEED MORE WRESTLING ANNOUNCER LP

Strongbeard is DOPE

“How did you know that?” “Just calling it like I see it. WRESTLING!” The real reason Launchpad knows is because he’s actually Thor but doesn’t remember. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

FEAR THE BEARD

“What matters is I’m doing the right thing.” I don’t know, you really seem to enjoy being a heel

This whole match is great

Dewey, there ARE NO RULES IN WRESTLING. Plus you aren’t the ref, so you can’t make that call

I have very inappropriate jokes go through my head when only one arm absorbs the beard energy

“I am so confused.” CONSTANT MOOD

DID SCROOGE NARUTO RUN AT STRONGBEARD?!

I like that Scrooge dives onto him the same way he dives into his bin

LP is so excited he pushes Huey out of the way for NO REASON

HOLY FUCK THAT DUDE THREW A CHAIR AT A CHILD!

All the bone cracking in this episode made me uncomfortable, as in my bones hurt during it

“He is such a good guy.” I’d say he’s a fair guy, not necessarily a good guy

“Which two of you will fight for me?” Webby has been waiting for this moment her WHOLE LIFE

Louie, always taking time to make that money

Who gave him a shirt cannon?!

I love that the dude comes up wearing the shirt

Dewey just slaps Scrooge in the face

Champ POPular! Too cute! I love his hair and outfit. Though I don’t think Champ POPular’s “too popular to hate.” If anything he might annoy people due to his popularity

I thought he was gonna pull out yo-yos as his “finishing touch” and I was sad when it was lollipops even though that makes more sense. BRING BACK THE YO-YOS!

“Do all the fighting and make sure he doesn’t die.” That is a valid concern

WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU! I’D KNOW IT ANYWHERE

Huey taking notes is adorable

“Just in time for the tag-team round.” “Wait, they’re playing tag now?! MAN!” I love how Danny says MAN

How does Huey not know what a tag-team is? It’s a pretty common term

I love Launchpad’s reading face

Dewey has red, blue, and green lollipops. Cute

“HE’S THROWING LOLLIPOPS BECAUSE HE THINKS WE’RE SUCKERS!” That took me off guard and I laughed so hard

“I’ve known you my whole life, I kinda knew how this would play out.” Louie is genre savvy. Perhaps too savvy. He’s gonna figure out he’s in a tv show

“More like Champ POP..ulation zero because he has no friends...in Friendtown.” I fail to see how that was any worse than LP’s “more like Champ UN-POPular.”

“WE HATE YOU NOW!” Tough crowd

Huey’s face after that. I just want to pinch his lil cheeks

WEBBY DON’T NEED NO WRESTLER NAME

It TOTALLY went over my head that they censored Hela with Hecka (at least they used her better than the MCU did. WE COULD HAVE HAD SO MUCH BETTER)

I would let her pin me to the mat and crush my skull in

“Oh, COME ON, THIS is what you like?! A creepy goth and her pet dog!” SHUT UP, DEWEY, THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT! I’m surprised Webby didn’t slap him for the “creepy goth” comment seeing as Lena is goth and misunderstood

“HECKA YEAH! HECKA YEAH!” SHE’S SO COOL AND SEXY AND SHE HAS A DOG

Poor Huey, he’s doing his best. Hope he takes a shower later because he got pretty sweaty

HECKA COULD STEP ON ME AND I’D SAY THANK YOU

Why did Huey have all those corn puns?

“YOU’RE THE WORST! YOU’RE THE WORST!” It’s just not Huey’s day

“You don’t have to try to make it sound great, it already is.” Did this remind anyone else of Dewey’s “don’t overthink it” advice to Launchpad from Double-O Duck? He’s doing his best to help Huey

I WANT HECKA TO DESTROY ME

“EMBRACE THE BOOZE BOOS.”

Poor Dewey

WEBBY IS A BEAST! SHE WAS BORN FOR THIS!

“EMBRACE YOUR INNER HEEL!” Cuz being a heel is fun!

DUDE, WEBBY TOOK DOWN THE GODDESS OF DEATH WITH NOTHING BUT HER LEGS AND THIGHS! WE STAN!

I like that Fenny has knee pads on

��AW, YOU’RE SO DANGEROUS AND CUTE! I JUST WANT TO PET YOUR LITTLE BELLY!” WEBBY IS ME

“A classic ‘who’s a good boy?’ gambit!” AND I’D FALL FOR IT TOO! SUCH A GOOD BOI

“Wait, am I the Launchpad here?” Bitch, you WISH

“YOU CAN’T GIVE CANDY TO A DOG!” This is why you don’t have a pet, Dewey

“WHOA, back from THE DEAD for the QUEEN of the DEAD!”

Kind of a dick move, Louie

AIR GUITAR!

Jormungandr looks like a Masters of the Universe knock-off toy

WHO’S A GOOD BOI? YOU ARE!

“With a toxic personality” I think you’re projecting a bit, Jormungandr 

How does Huey not know what a battle royale is? That is a very common term! Hell, there is a well known book and movie with that title!

“I’m just a humble, noble snake man of the people.” Why does the term snake man make me laugh so much?  

WOY REFERENCE FTW

Dewey needs a hug! And some therapy would probably be a good idea

Scrooge’s speech started on a good note then went downhill FAST

“And lastly, I’ll use the dust of your bones as sweetener in my tea.” DAMN

“TOO FAR!” I DON’T THINK IT’S FAR ENOUGH! TELL HIM HOW YOU WILL BATHE IN HIS BLOOD

FUCK YEAH BEAKLEY!

SHE GAVE HIM THE CHAIR! I think this CONFIRMS Beakley as a wrestling fan

“I know we’re supposed to take over for Scrooge one day, but do you ever wonder if maybe we’re not cut out for it?” YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TO WONDER THOSE THINGS AT ALL! 

Louie’s like WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT!

“Be LP” My new mantra

Aw, Louie sees Dewey as a hero. Like how LP saw Drake as a hero. I think @drakepad is onto something, this scene and the fight scene seem WAAAAY too much like Drake’s intro to be just a coincidence

I keep saying this, but Louie should consider a career in motivational speaking. He knows what people need to hear

“Let’s do this!” “I don’t know.” “Let’s Dewey this?” “I’m in.”

“I’LL SHED YOUR SKIN FOR YOU!” If he hadn’t of had an old man back moment that would have been a BRUTAL CUT

OMG WAS LAUNCHPAD WEARING THAT THE WHOLE TIME? You see his clothes fly off when he jumps in the ring

“Whoa. In a COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED TWIST, the announcer was Captain Crash THIS WHOLE TIME!” LP does underground wrestling matches in his spare time, TELL ME I’M WRONG

“YOUR CATCHPHRASES ARE FORCED!” I agree, Dewey could have done WAY BETTER

I like Louie just GLARING at the dude who insulted Dewey’s catchphrase

LP looks so proud of Huey

“I don’t care at all, why should I?” Methinks the snake man doth protest too much

I like how Jormungandr’s pupils are thinner during the climax. It shows off his true nature

Dewey should have been the one to do a spin attack, ya know, cuz he’s Sonic? I’ll go now

“The Pop never Stops.” That was better

WHERE ARE ALL THESE CHAIRS COMING FROM?!

I LEGIT thought Strongbeard was gonna throw Dewey his axe and I was like Dewey wouldn’t be able to lift that

SUPER SAIYAN DEWEY! Also was that a TIGER SNARL?

I like the ice pack on Launchpad’s head. Just because he can take a lot of damage doesn’t mean that LP is immune to pain

I like that the crowd CHANGED THEIR BANNERS! Nice

LOUIE AND WEBBY LOOKED SO CUTE!

LP tearing up

“A true people’s hero” I feel like that phrase will come back in relation to other characters (cough DW cough)

Scrooge is such a little shit, it’s kind of adorable

THAT END SHOT! THAT SONG!

This was a SUPER FUN EPISODE! I couldn’t really tell where they were going and I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT! I wish we had gotten Huey in some wrestling gear but maybe next time. I like the message that doing the right thing isn’t always popular but I kind of feel like Dewey getting the crowd on his side muddled the message somewhat. Poor Dewey needs therapy or something so he doesn’t feel like he needs CONSTANT approval. Again, he’s 11 YEARS OLD and shouldn’t be put into such a serious position. LP was VIP this episode. I’m bummed we’re on hiatus again, but WHAT an episode to end on!

[ne-fe-li-bata]

Aye yo CORPSE!  ...

Dead ass;

You can't convince me that Corspe was/is/does ; 

in no particular order..

• Deserve to be held ( I would smother him with my chest and hold him tighter than he has ever been held) & protected from this world

• Pyro! Mans loves🔥🔥🔥 - mostly his fav elemental  (Leo is a fire sign); “WOOO... now that’s a fire!”

•  Loves knives/weapons- has a collection (quite a nifty 1, ay thank-a-you) & even knows how to use butterfly knives/ tackle combat.

      Has a collection of weapons (brass knuckle, daggers, swords, knives,etc.)

•  Highly interested in combat/training. Most likely has training in some sort of combat. Loves any form of physical combat < UFC,MMA, Boxing, any type of martial arts>

•  Absolute proper gentlemen / clearly has the utmost charm/cunning

      I.e holds the door open & will slap yo ass on the way in, moves you away from street side when walking, pulls chairs, defends your honor, etc.

• Takes A . L . O . T  to truly capture his attention- but once you have it ..%100

•  With his person; protective/obsessives/ possessive/ sensual/ affectionate .

              < mine is mine. me no share -like absolutely not at all>

             “ You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down for ya“

• RP'er on DeviantArt/chats had his own OC. (also prob had his fav person to RP with) 

         <prob even talked to them in MSN or private chat>

•  Watched mostly nothing by anime/cartoons (nick/CN) as a kid & also mostly watched certain shows/movies as a kid well into his teens

         (could recite quotes/scenes as second nature)

•  Not a major musical theatre type of kid. But musical movies/shows was 1 of his favs- but still highly interested/ in love with theatre/musicals/preforming arts none the less.

-EYES DON’T LIE

•’staring problem’ he’d just stare at you -deep in his head (both good & bad) you’d have to bring him back to you ..”babe- eh, come *snap*back to me. What’s on your mind my love?’

•  Genuinely a really warm person- but only to certain people, but comes across cold & distance 

•  Grew up in the internet & knows the way around the 'business' & 'faceless' YouTubers/celebrities

•  His teens/ late adolescents consisted & grew up on YouTube O.G videos/ video game commentary/content;

  Cry.. <Cry was a huge part of my life & still hold a special place in my heart. Corspe just like I was most likely devastated with the shit that went down> 

Jack

Nova

Sp00n

Jontron

Smosh

Nigahiga

Shane

Jenna

Hanna Hart

Phil/Dan

KevJumba

Ray William Johnson

Pewds

Machinima

EMT

ERB

Wassabi Prod.

VlogBros, 

-etc

• Has an oral fixating (lovebites indefinitely <like dead ass ya’ll be chillan/ out & he’d attack you> & just needs something in his mouth always)

• Fidgety af, always need to be playing with something in his hands/playing with 

•  Is a goddamn absolute certified freak--but also super soft bean boi. (can't stress how this boi needs& deserves to be protected)

• Constant hand/arm touching/stroking for comfort.

• Daddy{papi} / Mommy(mamá) . Master . Sir  kink - hard control kinks- but highly sub. 

hard(er) kinks

• Lovebites = M I N E 

obvs fishnets/ crossbody straps/ lingerie

lace

collars/ restraints 

toys

     •RP

degrading/praising

sub/dom switch

showing/proving your actually/completely & utterly his/ he’s completely & utterly yours..

& of course you know it's go time when 1 - if not both of you has kitty ears on. 

over stim 

*no touchy/ don’t let me go*

“look at what I’ve done to you”

“you kno only I can do this to you”

“look how greedy you are for me”

“look at the mess you’ve made because of me’ 

“cum on my face”/’cum for me”

“who do you belong to” / “you belong to me & only me”

100% all black clothing 🖤

*that once we get home / I swear I’ll deal with you right here, right now* look 

primal play  “when you run from me, it only makes me want you more” “you know imma find you kitten”

pet names (beast< i feel like you call this man “ (a) beast”-he about to lose his absolute fucking mind> , “oh Corpse/______, you absolute fuckin’ beast- my God” kitten, babyboy/girl, baby(e), bae, my love, lover boy, my darling, slut, needy little bitch, cum slut, lil’ whore, master/mistress, king/queen”

“only yours” “just ______” “ no-one but _____” “only____” “only you” 

‘I’ll keep you so no one can find you or bother us’

“that’s my girl” / “that's my boy”

“would you like to/ I saw----”

“look at me” “don’t look away from me”

GROWLING / talking through clenched jaw

not breaking eye contact 

     • his name & ‘Corspe’ being cried out 

“cry out my name for me baby. know who you belong to”

video/sexing/teasing 

breeding kink

voyeurism

abrasions

aftercare af 

impact play 

24/7

edging 

accidental stim; “holy fuck- I’m so turned on by you rn”

rope bondage 

begging 

worships 

•  But also soft kinks; 

MEME SENDING

head on lap/chest

naps

playing with hair 

matching outfits

voice messages 

always touching (somehow)

no space between bodies

picture taking together/ just of you

body rubs, head rubs

massages

competition 

play fighting

“this reminded me of you”

“I remember you said” “I know you...”

“you know I love you”

“I can tell by your eyes”

“ugh- I swear to shit imma marry you 1 day”

“nothing really made sense until you”

“do you wanna watch”/ “WAIT!? YOU HAVEN’T SEEN?!”

“damn- you really do love/like me, eh?”/ “you are SO fucking mine”

“that’s my girl”/ “that's my boy”

pet names/ “MY_______” “YOURS”

long stares

dates- stay at home dates are his fav, as your attention/focus is just on him 

choker/necklace/ jewelry (that 1 of you bought- NOT LIKE HIGH PRICE TAG, but like seen it & was like ‘omg ____ would so wear...’) 

cuddles with movies /anime watching time

just being in the same room/on call- even in silence 

* emojis*- just some sort of communication 

inside jokes/ puns/dark humor

seeing 1 another with kids

future kink (family, travel, etc)

playing video games 

dancing/ singing with 1 another

Sitting on the ground, wrapped around his leg when he streams/edits

Nerf gun fights 

Watching him record (tracks/editing/streaming)

•  Loves- loves surprises <like dead ass would set up a surprise date/ do a scavenger hunt for you/ surprise you with your fav thing>

•  Loyalty is everything & his best attribute (& pride) 

• The music that he make is from the soul/heart. He pit everything has has/what he has left into his art

•  No one has seen the real him - a side he truly hides

•  He's both book & street smart

           Taught himself through YouTube/Reedit/online 

•  Fav actors; Jim Carrey/Robbin Williams/Will Smith (?)

•  Man’s straight up dangerous. we only know like a  quarter of him & people fall at his feet. ( h e . i s . n o t . t o . b e. F U C K E D . w i t h) 

•  Hates silence 

         ( constantly needs background noise)  <also can't fight me on this babyboi cuddles pillows/blankets for night-night time>

•  People don't understand the pain he is in every day, unless they have fibromyalgia/GERD/high functioning (sever social)anxiety/depression/ agoraphobia 

(my mom suffers with fibro/depression <I myself have GERD/ sever social amenity/depression>& I wouldn't wish those illness on my worse enemy...)

• Over all pain has changed him

• Has dealt with self harm since a young age- most likely 9- 11 yrs old. (as someone else who’s suffered with SH for years- when you become so numb it 1 of the only ways to feel some sort of anything/makes you feel like you’re alive)

• Addiction (drugs/people/things)

•  Wrote & read a lot of fanfiction

        (most likely his main source of reading in pre/teenage years)

• Is a hopeless romantic but has his guard way up

•  Obsessed with Japan / Studio Ghibli

• Doesn't think he deserves any of the recognition/ fame he's gotten--but definitely deserves it all as he's creative & inspirational as fuck. Also he’s worked so hard for it & had put himself through so much

    Contrary is highly appreciative of those that are supporting

• Doesn't do it for the fame but for the fact he know how he's gotten people through hard time (just like those on the internet got him through)

• Was a scene boy that vibe’d of myspace/ listens to a lot of  ‘scene’ pop-punk, emo/ scene band shit (band?)

•  Also is/was a major tumblr boy

•  Would be a phenomenal father

•   His love language: physical touch & words of affirmation��

• He would flinch at touch movement but would melt in your hands

• Face caresses would trigger anxiety/ tears.. but once he’s calmed/comfortable would burry his face in your touch. neck & chest

•  Still caught up in daydreams

•  A part of him is still never satisfied even if it’s exactly to the pin point detail of what he wanted  

•  Has at least 40/50(ish) songs he hasn't released

•  Mommy & daddy issues (not saying his home life was really- really  fucked - but non the less- it certainly wasn't the best).. Also wants to protect/provide for his family (especially his sister) & was prob closer to a grandparent/aunt/uncle)

•  Definitely prefers to be by himself, as every time people come around, it's like;‘"this is why I'm okay (ish)with being alone" 

• lost an important person to him due to O.D/ suicided..

•  Also most likely to of heard his "friends" shit talking 'Corpse' or something correlated with him

•  His pride is his biggest sin (next to lust)

•  Has single-handedly defined a huge part of 2020 ( in the best way)

•  Went through a fighting stage where he was ready to fuck anyone up on a drop of a dime (middle/'high school'/street fights- possibly even under ground)

          but also a stage where he cut absolutely everyone off for a solid couple years

•  Most likely obsessed with 1 of 3 creatures; lion, dragon, wolf ( 5ish- possibly bear/fox)

•  Dinosaur obsessed 

• Internet & video games raised him

• He raised himself

Quick to adapt to surroundings/situations.

•  Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was his shit ( I CAN SO SEE YOUNG BABYBOI RUNNIN AROUND THE HOUSE IN A POWER RANGER SUIT) "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME MOTHER FUCKER"

              fav ranger- green 

•  Has up until next year planned out & is working on the next 'version of corpse' ( PR, vids, music, etc)

•  Also med/high key this man was most likely in a physcward (more than once) ..

•  This man deserves more than he'll ever give himself recognition for & knows in the back of his mind--people will hate just to hate

•  Rose is his fav flower  🌹

•⛈️🌧️. >🌞.  Loves storms/ rain & prefers them over sunny days

•  Loves the moon/stars/space (?) < observatorium dates = fuckin mint>

• Pixar/Disney lover

        <still believes- deep down in happy ever after ... but thorough an twisted yet not so twisted- simple(??), dedicated process(?)>

•  Fav Pixar movie.. either Wall.E or Toy Story 

    •  Pixar > Disney

         •  But fav Disney movie- Beauty & the Beast (?)

• Most likely had a Jackass obsession's (doing dumb hoodshit)

•  Fall is his fav season (?)

•  Horror/ thriller movies/shows over everything (obvs)

•   Had an escape place in town where he’d hide from the world- that absolutely no one knew about. 

•  Was really into graffiti/ street art 

•  Arested as a youth - but charges dropped- or was still considered a mirror (either fighting/ possession/ trespassing/ vandalisms)

• Arrested on heavier charges (also same as above - but not tried as an minor)

•  also-ALSO ... thou he feels like he owes people something. HE DOESN’T OWE ANYTHING TO A N Y O N E . His mental & well being is the most important.

•  On a side & major note. You can't deny that this man single handily is a (in my opinion) the 2nd biggest “C” that define 2020.

•  Was most likely really into skateboarding/BMX

• Late night drives/impulsive road trips & playlist/ sitting at lookouts, just in silence & touching 1 another. 

• Clingy af-.. but could also be distance & cold af- especially on high pain days. stormy brain days. PTSD episodes.

• Slow dancing/ dancing around the apartments. with or without music.

• Rocking out with each other- screaming lyrics in each other face.

• “hey baby- how you feelin” 

         *grunting* *shuffles over & lays on chest* 

• Huge comforts for 1 another;

      Especially when going out, being wrapped around him for comfort & reassurance. Even being at home alone together- panic attacks are shit, PTSD episodes are even more shit. helping each other with bathing & caring

     When he’d be hiding from his reflection- or stares just a little too long. Going up behind him & worship him (vise versa)

• He’d be your biggest hypeman/ #1 fan (vise versa)

• Would LOVE you wearing his clothes/jewelry & would love to wear you things.

Was probably engaged to his ex (that's why he gets offt when people mention "corpse wife"

There'd be days where he'd be so distance & cold.. & tell you to leave but wouldn't let you.

He'd sit in the bathroom with you when you shower/have a bath.

As he doesn't sleep most night. He'd be up just watching you sleep & caressing you.

Lil spoon > big spoon.

<more to be added>

I love you... genuinely . turly.  madly. deeply.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Drifters ch.9 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Enter the Other Brother. Blue, welcome home! You might be in for a surprise!

Tags: Spicyhoney, Violence, Rescued Child, Medical Experimentation, Babybones

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Edge was not a Monster who cared very much for surprises. In his experience, they never led to anything good, not to birthday parties or unexpected gifts, but rather ambushes and dust. He preferred careful planning to the seat-of-the-pants schemes that his brother often came up with, every step made with strategy in mind.

He couldn’t say for certain if Blue was the same way, although he suspected he may be. His understanding of how the alternate worlds worked was more for the layman rather than the professional, but he wasn’t blind to the personality traits that he and Blue shared, the sort of twist in nature vs nurture that any sociologist would love to explore.

He had a fair idea of how he might react to finding this clown car of a domestic scene in his own living room and if he’d known that Stretch hadn’t even mentioned he and Red were here, much less the baby, he would have at least sent Blue a blasted text.

That might have at least braced him and given him a chance to come up with a better question than simply, “Is that a baby?”

His brother, ever the peacemaker, chose that precise to speak up, scoffingly, “sure can tell you two are brothers, ya share the same brain cell, your bro said the same damn thing. yeah, it’s a baby, good on you for noticin’.”

“blue!” Stretch scrambled upright and his bright grin was too wide, too wrong, tinged with poorly hidden guilt. “sorry, bro, i was gonna call and it slipped my mind. yeah, hey, everyone showed up on our doorstep yesterday. check out the snow princess, cute, huh?”

That much at least was the truth, but Blue didn’t seem to have heard a word of it. This wasn’t quite the reaction Edge had been braced for; he’d expected Blue to make a beeline for the baby, had been resigned to handing her over for plenty of excited cuddling and cooing.

This was something else entirely. The normal stars of his eye lights were overly bright, flashing between blue and yellow with seizure inducing intensity, set into a face that was like stone. He barely glanced at the rest of them past a brief, bizarrely sympathetic glance at Edge. The anger in his gaze was for his brother alone.

Stretch seemed equally confused, his oversized smile faltering, “bro?”

“How could you?” Blue said, his voice carrying despite its deadly softness.

“wha…me?” Stretch looked around the room as if perhaps another person had appeared, that it was to this stranger his brother spoke that way. He shrank back as Blue abruptly moved, slamming the door shut as he stalked over to the sofa, his small body radiating fury.

“How could you!?” Again, louder this time, not quite a shout but verging on one.

“coulda woulda shoulda? bro, what the hell—”

Blue ignored that, stamping his foot and sending out a spatter of rapidly melting snow from his boot to dampen the carpet. “Irresponsible!”

Stretch’s face was falling, going oddly blank, his false humor fading. Next to him, Red looked equally perturbed. “now hang on a sec, short stuff, ain’t no reason to go off on the honey bun.”

“Stay out of this!” Blue snapped and for a wonder, Red jerked back, his mouth snapping shut. His eye lights briefly guttered, leaving his sockets dark and black, returning only when Stretch spoke up next to him.

“yeah. stay out of this,” Stretch agreed, softer but no less sharp and from the look he shot Edge, he was included in that statement.

Edge said nothing and even the child was silent, a dab of runny banana sliding down her chin as she stared at the Swap brothers with wide sockets. Even if he’d wanted to intrude, this argument was between brothers and it was an unspoken rule through all the ‘verses that one did not interfere with brothers.

Despite the surface similarities, none of their relationships were exactly the same. Edge knew all too well that if he railed at Red over his laziness, his brother never took it to heart or soul. He let Edge rant, blowing off the steam that built within him throughout the day and his frustrated insults rolled off Red like water off the proverbial duck. The only fallout tended to be yet another sticky note added to the continuing line trailing away from a single, absurd sock.

Stretch was, well, lacking waterproofing. More like Edge in that way, truth be told, and if Edge could snipe at his brother all day long for his ridiculous puns and lazy ways, one genuine return jab from Red often left him deeply wounded, all the more painful for its unerring accuracy and rarity.

He wondered how he’d handle being under the weight of that much visible disappointment. Edge almost always agreed with Blue’s assessments of his brother’s behavior, but his delivery needed work and the unexpected impulse to protect Stretch from that disappointment took him off guard. He wanted to scoop Stretch up like he did the baby, hold him close, cradle him in his arms and protect him, and that was ridiculous, utterly; he was an adult, older than Edge, and yet the urge remained.

In the end, Edge could only look away, stirring the gloopy remains of the banana while the two brothers whispered furiously behind him.

“Of all the careless, irresponsible—” Blue took a deep breath, let it out, muttering out, “This is all right, this is fine. We can deal with this.” He scrubbed his gloved hands over his face and then squared his shoulders as he said, “You still should have called me.”

“probably,” Stretch agreed, and perhaps the unexpected storm had passed. He relaxed back into the sofa, the tension in the room easing. “didn’t want to interrupt your important training.” He flashed Edge a sharp glance and he tried to look as if that was the exact reasoning.

“Yes, well, that’s true,” Blue admitted. “And I appreciate you thinking of that, but next time…well, there probably won’t be a next time of this, I should hope.” Any lingering worry that Blue might object to them staying for a time vanished as Blue finally swung back to the baby, this time with a familiar, bright smile on his face as he gushed out, “Which is a shame because she is simply adorable!”

He rounded the coffee table with the haste Edge originally expected, grabby hands extended, and the moment Blue bent down to reach for her, the baby burst into sobbing howls, squirming away.

Automatically, Edge swung her up, settling her against his shoulder and patting her back gently as he soothed her with a bewildered, “There, there, it’s all right. What’s wrong?”

Blue looked as if he might burst into tears himself, stumbling back a step and his eye lights faded from stars to unhappy circles. “I didn’t mean to—"

They both turned to look at Red as he let out a harsh laugh. “what’s wrong? he scared the shit out of her coming in like that, that’s what’s wrong,” Red snorted contemptuously, “don’t you know nothin’ bout babies? you’re almost as bad as my bro.”

“Not really,” Blue admitted. Shame filled his expression as he shuffled his feet. He noticed he was still wearing his boots and sat on the floor to pull them off, carrying them over to the door and automatically straightening the other shoes before adding his. “Most of my experience with children has been seeing them from a distance.”

That gave Edge a start and he realized he’d been expecting Blue to have some sort of knowledge about childcare, though he wasn’t sure why. This world was softer and tended towards kindness, but that hardly meant it gave them any innate parenting skills.

“Well!” Blue straightened, propping his hands on his hips. “I’m sure that the Magnificent Sans can learn!”

“sure you can, bro,” Stretch said, cautiously, and that Edge could understand, being very familiar with Blue’s brand of determination.

“yeah, well, here’s your first lesson,” Red slouched back on the sofa, picking at his gold tooth with a sharpened fingertip. “babies don’t like it when ya shout.”

“yep, that’s a good place to start. you know what, i’m gonna get everyone some coffee,” Stretch announced and fled to the kitchen, the coward.

Blue paid that no mind, already came back over determinedly when he spied the bowl Edge had hastily shoved on the table. The child was watching him warily as Blue picked it up, taking hold of the little spoon. “Here, let me help!”

Before Edge could stop him, Blue tried to poke the filled spoon into her mouth. The child refused to part her teeth, leaving a smear of mushy banana across them, and Blue’s brief confidence sagged, “Oh. Um. Maybe she’s not hungry?”

“Maybe.” Edge took the bowl back and immediately she began bouncing eagerly in his lap, mouth opening wide as she made urgent little sounds.

“fuck, you two are morons,” Red snorted, because of course he would stay to bear witness. “she don’t know you. kid is small, she ain’t blind. she ain’t gonna take her banana goop from just any plain asshole, she likes an asshole she knows.”

“Yes, thank you for clarifying that for us all, brother,” Edge said sourly. Somewhat gentler, he said to Blue, “Sit with me. Let her see you, it may make her more comfortable.”

“yeah, hold out a hand and let her sniff ya, that’ll do it,” Red chuckled meanly as Stretch came back out with a tray of mugs. He set it down before smacking Red on the back of the skull.

“will you cool it on the running commentary? let them work it out.”

Red rubbed his head and scowled, but he accepted the coffee cup when Stretch handed him one. “just callin’ it how i see it.”

“yeah, well, if they give up on trying, that leaves you as mary poppins, smartass.”

“good point. my teeth are sealed.”

The child grudgingly allowed Edge to settle her back on the pillows with the unspoken promise of more food. She watched Blue warily the entire time she was eating, but he made no move towards her. He sat obediently still the entire time, his gloved hands clasped tightly together in his lap as if to stave off any impulse to scoop the baby up. If nothing else, her attention on Blue kept her from messily sharing any more of her banana.

When the bowl was scraped clean, Edge wiped the child’s chubby face clean with a damp cloth then settled her back into his lap. “You see, little one?” he told her softly, “Blue is a friend.”

“I am! I really am! Want to come here?” Blue slowly held out his hands without getting too close, waiting with impressive patience. The baby looked from him to Edge, and he tried to look encouraging.

Slowly, she held up her arms to Blue. He lifted her a little awkwardly, but managed to get her settled into the curve of his arm without intervention.

“There we go!” To Edge’s relief, Blue kept his enthusiasm at a minimum, though he practically vibrated with excitement. Almost immediately, the baby began to loudly babble and if he didn’t know better, Edge would say she was scolding Blue for his part in the earlier brotherly dispute.

Soon enough, her chattering dwindled to murmurs, her sockets growing heavy, then closing entirely as she slept. Edge let Blue keep holding her as he gratefully took up his own cup of coffee and never had caffeination been so delicious.

Blue only looked at her in awe, lightly touching each of her tiny, perfect fingers. “She’s beautiful,” he whispered, turning the full force of his starry eye lights onto his brother, “but honestly, Papy, you should have told me you two were expecting a child!”

Stretch choked, spilling coffee down the front of his shirt. “wait, what? that’s why you were so pissed off?”

“I would have thought you would be more cautious about that sort of thing, but I suppose it hardly matters now,” Blue said philosophically. “You still should have called me though when she arrived!”

“but we didn’t…!”

“Here we have a new baby, and I wasn’t even able to give her a baby shower!”

“She’s already had a bath,” Edge said, confused. This was going entirely too fast and he was not in top form, how could they possibly have been expecting her, there was nothing about the past two days that Edge had expected in the slightest.

Rescue came from an unexpected and wholly unwanted source.

“fuck’s sake, blueberry, she ain’t their kid!” Red snapped.

“Don’t swear,” Edge and Blue said, nearly in unison. Then Edge nearly choked on his own coffee as realization clicked with the force of an open-handed slap. Blue thought that the baby was his, not simply his responsibility but his own and Stretch’s. Suddenly his earlier sympathetic look made more sense, by Asgore’s horns, of all things he could believe…!

“She’s not?” Blue asked, confused. “But, then where did she come from?”

“where the fuck do you think, numbnuts?” Whatever the patience Red usually had for Blue seemed to have found its limit. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, all but slamming his mug down on the coffee table, “she wasn’t flown in by the stork, kid was homegrown just like the rest of us and she’s got the fucking serial number to prove it!”

“Oh.” There was a wealth of meaning in that single, soft word, too many to properly interpret. Blue looked down at the baby sleeping in his arms, his fingertips hovering over her rib cage without touching, right over where her pajamas hid the healing scar. The same scar his brother and Red still had, faded and blurred, but still there. Then he wordlessly handed her to Edge, climbing to his feet and walked determinedly over to his brother.

Stretch only watched warily, allowing Blue to take away his half-empty coffee cup to shove it on table, ignoring the splash of coffee that slopped out and spread across the wood. He slid his small, strong arms around him, holding onto his brother tightly.

“I’m so sorry,” Blue said simply. The words were muffled, buried into Stretch’s coffee-stained hoodie. “I shouldn’t have been so upset with you and I certainly should have let you explain.”

“aw, bro, it’s okay—” Stretch hugged him back, resting his cheekbone on top of Blue’s skull.

“It’s not,” Blue said, the words tainted with the hint of a sob. “I assumed you were being irresponsible, and I shouldn’t have.”

“not like i don’t give you a reason for that.”

“There’s a difference between a messy room and, well, this.” They stayed there a moment longer, holding on tight, and when Blue drew away, he swiped a hasty sleeve over his damp sockets. “Now!” Blue clapped his hands together softly. “I think we should discuss living arrangements.”

“We can,” Edge said, quietly firm, “but I hardly think that will be necessary. We won’t be here for long.”

The sudden trio of protests was loud enough to wake the baby and Edge turned away, bouncing her in his arms as he tried to soothe her back to sleep. He’d known there would be objections, but he couldn’t allow them to sway him. This child was his responsibility, his choice, and his alone.

He had a duty to her and Edge was determined to see it done.

TBC

[miss-choco-chips]

Put a ring on it 2

Gonna drop this here super quick and then go back to cram for my finals. Who allowed me to schedule six finals in one week? I’m gonna die. Pray for me.

Tagging @jedissica ‘cause they asked me to, and @animemangasoul who I think will like this.

---.---

-Batman, here we are. It’s been a while since you last called an emergency meeting. Is everything okay?

-Were you aware that our children eloped together?

-...what.

-As in, my third kid, your first one, Diana’s second, and Barry’s… grandchild. I’m not exactly sure about who married who, but there was more than one wedding and they have a group chat called ‘hubbies and waifu’. Whatever that means.

-...

-...

-That’s my girl. I always told her, go big or go home.

-Diana, no.

----.----

Cassie’s phone went off again with her specific Diana ringtone, and she gave up, turning it off and throwing it on the pile with Kon’s, Bart’s and Tim’s (the last one had four all by himself, so it was quite a big ‘phone tower’; Hah, pun intended).

-You’re gonna freak out so badly over this when you actually wake up -she informed Tim’s fluffy hair. 

Said vigilante only released a cute little snore, face buried on her lap, legs thrown over Kon’s, one hand that had fallen from the couch resting on Bart’s head where he sat on the floor in front of them.

-Well, they were going to find out one way or another. And this was probably among the best scenarios.

-How? I’m sure this one was top five on Tim’s ‘worst case’ nightmare list.

-I was there and saw their faces. I didn’t even know Batman could express any emotion other than ‘cold’ and ‘overflowing with rage’. That image will bring me joy in future distressing times, I’m sure. My patronus memory, if you will.

-I’m soooooooo jealous, dude.

Cassie snorted, carefully not moving an inch, fingers cradling through Tim’s hair. Over her dead body would he ever cut it, now that it was finally long enough to make itty tiny braids all over it, her favorite therapeutic iddle work.

-We’ll make Tim give us footage when he wakes up. He has to provide for us, after all.

Kon let his arm, resting on the backrest of the couch, fall over Cassie’s shoulders- Be sure to include footage from after we left, too. Nightwing’s  ‘As in more than one?!’ part was solid gold.

-No kidding, I want that as my ringtone for you and Tim -chimed in Bart, carefully moving Tim’s hand back to the couch and then running to the kitchen- Ice cream?

-Do you even need to ask?

---.----

By the time Tim woke up, the hero gossip network had done it’s thing, and almost everyone with a costume was aware of the news. Even Cissie, who was officially retired, and Zachary Zatara, away on his shows and usually out of reach, had called, the first one to offer congratulations and ask if the thing was real emotionally-wise, the second to just laugh at them for full six minutes before hanging up. 

He did text them later, asking when the celebration ceremony would be.

-It’s not a bad idea -mused Cassie, showing them her phone screen with the magician’s text- a party, I mean.

Tim, from his place working a case on the Titan’s main computer, tuted- Batman might actually kill me for that. I think we’ve survived this far only because there are no written records making this official, and a part of him must think it’s all some elaborate prank.

-It’s not -insisted Bart, head poking out of the kitchen- we are family now, officially. No take backs.

Their Robin shifted in place just enough for them to see his smile, a gift on itself- I know, guys, and the sentiment is much appreciated. But from a legal standpoint, it’s not that different from what a few kids on a playground could do while playing family. Only place this could stand against judgement would be the future, some ancient Amazonian tribe, or Krypton.

-Doesn’t matter, as long as it’s true for us. And, I mean, we didn’t want to cut your options if you ever wanted to actually get married the classic way.

This time, their bird actually turned around, a warmth on his expression that he usually reserved for his team. It made them feel special like nothing else.

-Yeah, I know. Thank you for that. It was really considerated.

As if they would drag Tim into something like legal marriage without previous consent. The fact that he even felt the need to thank them for showing him basic human decency was making their blood boil with the need to punch a bat on the face.

Kon flew over, the high chair preventing him from draping himself on his best friend’s back, but not from hugging his neck and messing his hair.

-Back at my point -cleared her throat the amazonian-, your former mentor can suck my metaphorical Freudian dick. We could throw a party, and it would only be different from a normal one because marriage celebrations include gifts, which I’m totally for. I haven’t seen Zatara, Cissie, Greta and Anita in a while, and Miguel, Raven and Gar might murder us for not telling them about our plans and not making it up to them with a party. No ‘adults’ out of the ones on team, or mentors, invited, enough alcohol to re-drown Atlantis, fancy food bought with Bat’s credit card…

-You are right, it does sound kinda nice -hummed Kon, floating just out of Tim’s range when former Wonder Boy tried to slap his hands away. Silly bat, always denying affection.

-All in favor?

-I don’t know -giving up, Tim went back to his case files- I have a lot to do this days, and there’s a lead that might take me to Asia…

-Isn’t Cass there? Ask her to take over it for you, as a marriage present or something. C’mon Tim, do it for the gifts. Imagine what Zatara might get for us. So crash.

-If  it’s a magical object, I won't want it anywhere near me. We bats don’t have the best track record with that stuff, and I swear to god if I get deaged I would use my non-prosecutable age to murder someone. Probably Zatara himself.

-Adorable as that might be, it totally won’t happen.

----.----

-....can you repeat it one more time? Slower, though. I think I’m getting hearing problems.

Raven, through the video call connecting the Cave with the Tower, didn’t seem fazed by Nightwing’s slightly threatening tone.

-I said, the team had a party, everyone got drunk, and it was fine for a while. I was watching over them, but then I needed to use the restroom. When I got back, someone had gotten ahold of Zachary’s gift for Tim, Cassie, Kon and Bart, and…

-Why for those four? -asked Hood, standing right by N’s side. He had came in during Raven’s first explanation, and felt like there was something he was missing.

-It was a marriage gift. Moving on…

-A what?! Since when is Lil Red married? The fuck happened while I was in Russia?!

-...someone had gotten ahold of the gift -Raven kept going, cool as a cucumber. On the background behind her, teen heroes were running back and forth, people were screaming and something was smoking-, which happened to be some sort of magical artifact. Zachary wasn’t really aware of what it did, he just randomly choose it from among his collection of magical tools when he remembered at the last possible time a gift was mandatory for a wedding party. I returned from the bathroom and everything was a mess, the couch was turned upside down, a pipe had burst, the tv was on fire and Tim had been de aged.

There was a battle scream, in a distinctly childish voice, somewhere on the room out of view of the camera, and Raven’s eyes left the screen for a second as if looking at it.

-Was that Red Robin? -Batman, because of course he was listening in, started typing at the console, frantically trying to get a new angle to see what was going on on the Tower.

-He’s unharmed, and everything is under control.

Another scream, this time louder.

-...that didn’t sound under control -mused Dick, apparently still processing the information. Bruce typed faster. Robin gripped his sword tighter, as if readying himself for a war.

Jason still looked utterly lost.

-Marriage? She said marriage? AND YOU ASSHOLES KNEW ‘BOUT THIS?!

-He’s… throwing a tantrum -the woman ignored him, still looking only at her former leader-. Something about using his age to kill Zatara without being convicted. I’ll need to leave now, I only called to ask you to take over Tim’s cases while we solve this issue.

-Wait! Rae, if Timmy’s a kid, he needs to be with us. We are his family, it’s our jurisdiction.

A green bird suddenly landed on her shoulder, halthing whatever response she might give. Gar pecked her on the cheek lightly before turning his beak their direction.

-Husbands and Wives get priority, N, you know that. Cassie, Kon and Bart are looking after him, and keeping him from killing Zachary, while the rest of us research how to turn him back. Zach is actually trying to contact his cousin, maybe the great Zatanna will quicken this process. So, yeah, no Bats allowed on the Tower until then!

-But/!

A loud crash, followed by a wail, made Gar wince and Raven’s head to snap to the side and growl.

-Whelp, gotta go, Tower out! -a ‘Tim!’ could be heard in the background just before the screen went dark.

-...

-...

-...

-...Anyone gonna fill me in?

-Drake eloped thrice over without informing us and has been living in sinful unworthiness with his three partners since last month or so, that we know about. Probably more.

-...Partners?

-You heard her. The speedster, clone and amazonian.

-...

-...

-Dickie, how t’fuck did ya allow’is to happen?!

-IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS ASKED FOR MY BLESSING, JASON!

-B, what the utter hell, ain’t ya supposed to keep track of this kinda shit?!?

-...

-Don’t bother, Father has been broken since learning of Drake’s mistake, and will go unresponsive at the most inconvenient times.

-...

-Fuck, I need a drink. Also, ’m going there.

-You heard Gar, Jay -pointed out Dick- we can’t just walk in there, and the Tower is legally his. We have to be smart about this, plan this through, and/

-Yeah, no, he said ‘no bats’-gesturing at his gun holsters, he started to walk to where his bike was parked-. RIP ya’ll, but I’m different. See ya.

-...

-...

-Tt. Useless. I’ll go back to training. Father, Grayson, should you two, as the plebeians say, ‘snap out of it’ and come with a good plan to get Drake back under our tutelage, I’ll be by the mats waiting.

-...

-...Don’t look at me like that. I raised him for a few months tops, but he’s your kid, not mine. Same with Tim, and Jason’s entirely your fault.

---.---

Meanwhile, back at the Tower, Kon let out a screeching ‘Tim!’ before diving out and catching the baby bird in his arms, halting his fall from the ceiling rafters where he had been climbing. Behind him, Cassie let out a relieved breath.

-God’s above, you almost gave me a heart attack. Okay, new ground rules, this two little feet stay on the ground.

Tim, as proudly as a three year old toddler could, frowned at him.

-Don’t patwonize me, Kon. And lemme go, I havta cacth Zac/ Zat/… Magic-boy.

Bart materialized by their side, arms looping below Tim’s armpints to carry him to the recently put back to its correct place couch. He dropped there, tiny bird in his lap, cooing all the while.

-Aww, you’re precious.

-I could still huwt you -pointed out the toddler, resigning himself at being manhandled.

-I know -replied Bart lovingly, softly stroking his turf of hair.

Somewhere on the side, Cissie clapped her hands, as if getting rid of the dust there.

-Okay, I putted out the fire, so now I’ll be heading home. This magical bullshit is way out of my ‘retired’ comfort zone.

Cassie landed by her side and gave her a quick hug, while Greta walked up to them- I understand, thanks for coming.

-Give us a call when this is solved, we can have a coffee while you complain about your husbands. And… child, now, I guess. God, it was already weird calling Tim your husband, but now he’s a baby and it's doubly weird. Figure this out quickly.

-Will do. See you guys later.

One by one, they all left, some offering their support (appreciated, but not needed, thank you, we’ll manage), some still laughing. In the end, only the Core Four, Gar, Raven and Miguel remained. Zachary probably was there somewhere (if he dared leave without helping them fix this, he was dead meat), but out of the enraged toddler’s sight, which. Wise.

Even if said little human being was pint sized and cow eyed, he was probably still the most dangerous person in the room, unarmed or not (you know what, scratch that; if time with Tim taught them anything, was that no bat was ever unarmed. Even bare handed, their own bodies were weapons).

-...So... What should we do while we wait for Zatara’s solution?

-I vote movie night. It’s not like we can keep on drinking, with a kid in the room/ Auch! Pointy elbows, Tim!

Kon swooped in, picking Tim from Bart’s not invulnerable lap and cuddling to him on the couch by the speedster’s side. Tim knew better than to hit the Boy of Steel without proper equipment, so he let himself fall back against the broad chest. Cassie, talking to the older members of the team on the side, smiled softly at them before returning to her conversation.

As mad as his current situation made him, Tim couldn’t bring himself to pout too much. It had been a fun night, all things considered.

-----.-----

[mashbits]

Um... hi! So uh, even though I requested to other people, I never saw a MC with cynophobia! I feel left out 🥺 everybody saying they want to pet Cerberus while I would stay away from that thing. So basically, if it's not a problem, can you do a MC with cynophobia for the brothers? (If you want you can do also the undatebles) Also, uh, expecttohavesomemorerequestsfromme. Thank you!

I don’t see it around much so I’d be glad to provide!! I’ll be waiting for more requests then~ 😚

MC with cynophobia + the brothers

Warnings ;; dogs, mostly fluff

mc is gender neutral!

Lucifer 🐺

Ah, the big dog daddy

Cerberus is his pride (pun intended) and joy

So of course, once you two get closer, he’d want to show the “puppy” off

It was pretty much planned out

Like everything he does

He told you he had to take care of work elsewhere and suggested you tag along

“It’ll give you a look into more responsibility in the Devildom,”

He just wanted his two favorite beings to meet 🥺

He never planned out the outcome however

As soon as you laid eyes on the three headed beast, you froze

He could feel you shaking next to him and you weren’t even touching

“MC? What’s the matter?”

You could barely comprehend what he asked

He quickly lead you out in case Cerberus’s excitement overwhelmed you even more

You were lead to his room and sat on the bed while he tried calming you down with gentle words and an arm around your shoulder

Comforting isn’t his strong suit, he tried his best 👉👈

Once you took a deep breath, you calmly explained your fear, nervous that he’d laugh about it

He’s very understanding however

He apologized for not telling you about the task beforehand, and promised to keep you away from his pet

You hugged him in appreciation, thanking him for being so nice about it, missing the pink that dusted his cheeks at the contact

Though he quickly brushed it away and wrapped around you

He could ease you into a better first-meeting with Cerberus another time, when both of you are prepared and willing

Mammon 💸

It happened when you and Mammon were walking around the Devildom

You just came out of Majolish, you having paid for mostly everything

He promised lunch on him though!

“Be grateful, human, it ain’t everyday you get spoiled by the GREAT Mammon~”

It is actually, he spoils you a lot

He buys you lil gifts but hopes you don’t know it’s from him

Lil tsundere cutie smh

Anyways, you snatch a spot at an outdoor seating, putting your bags on one of the seats while he goes up to order

You just waiting, until you hear barking in the distance, slowly getting louder

As you begin to tremble you stand, walk over to Mammon, and hold onto his shirt from behind as he waits for the food

He’s startled at first

“Oi! W-What do ya think yer doin’?”

Blushing^2

He point to the chihuahua-like animal being walked nearby, quietly explaining your fear

He raises a brow, thinking your joking, but the way you shake against his back- how small you feel, it pains his heart

He turns around to wrap an arm around you, so your face was turned against his chest

“Yer scared of a tiny devildog? Doesn’t matter, I’m here to protect ya.”

He can and will fight a dog for you don’t test him

Once it’s gone, he takes the food and you back to the table

You’re sitting right up against his side, just a precaution in case another travels by

He’s not complaining

Leviathan 🕹

It was your annual gaming night

Snacks, sodas, and so many pillows

That was your idea, it’s so comfy, and Levi wasn’t about to deny his favorite normie

He recently bought a 2 player game, totally not because he wanted to spend more time with you

No way he’d want to hang out with some normie human 😤

He gave you the comfiest chair before you began

It was all going great at first

He kept sneaking glances over at you as you both played, and the big grin on your face honestly made his heart go doki doki

But the next time he looked over, your expression was changed

You looked uncomfortable, shifting in the chair, almost afraid?

Baby boy was confused, worried (but he’d never admit to it) and asked you what was wrong

You told him you were afraid of dogs, even fake ones made you nervous

“LOL that’s it? What a freaking normie.”

On the inside he screamed

He paused the game to save your progress before switching his console off

“It’s lame anyways, the reviews said it wasn’t that good too. Let’s watch some anime.”

No matter how much he’d want to play a game, he doesn’t want you uncomfortable when you’re with him

He’d watch his least favorite anime if it meant you were having fun

You said he didn’t have to as he put on a show you both were binging previously

But the small look of relief on your face said it all

If you cuddle up to him in the bathtub bed while you binge, as a thanks, he will explode

He’s also trying his best

Satan 📚

Good thing he’s a cat person instead

He probably dislikes dogs (not hate, he would never turn one down if it needs care)

Most likely doesn’t like them because of Lucifer

It’s all in spite at this point

Anyways you’re probably sitting in the living room with Satan

He’s reading, you’re reading over his shoulder

He loves your presence

It’s calming, that mixed with his books is a euphoria he cherishes

It’s ruined when Lucifer walks in

Satan grumbles under his breath, hoping to send the eldest brother away as quick as possible

Lucifer is asking if they’ve seen one of Ceberus’ collars anywhere, and when Satan dismisses him and the subject, he’s off

You look up at him, asking who Cerberus was

“You don’t know? He’s a three headed dog, a guardian of sorts. Lucifer treats him more like a son than a pet though-“

He pauses when he notices your look of worry

Drops everything to ask if you’re alright, and it would be amusing if you weren’t nervous about this newfound information

When you explained you were afraid of dogs, he nodded understandingly

“He rarely leaves his room anyways. You won’t be bothered.”

Satan will protect you at all costs

You thank him with a smile and return to leaning against his shoulder, now hugging his arm

He smiles as well, going back to reading

He’ll be on the lookout to keep you away from any dog in the Devildom

Asmodeus 💅🏻

Spa day!

He takes you out for a whole afternoon of shopping, self-care, and cuddling

He gets you all to himself for once, and he will splurge

He’s leading you by the arm to your next destination, definitely hells version of Sephora, when he feels you suddenly tense

Slows down to look back at you, following your gaze to a dog perched outside a store, the leash tied to a pole

When he feels you shake he pouts, pulling you away from the line of sight

“Fear is bad for the skin darling! You’ll get wrinkles, tsk tsk.”

He definitely knows what’s wrong before you have to explain it

I hc that he’s one of the most observant of the brothers

When you’re away, he brushes your hair gently with his fingers, offering a calming smile as he tells you it’s alright

“You’re safe with me, dear. No doggie will go near your beautiful skin on my watch!”

He doesn’t have to use his powers to charm you. You already feel better just being close to him

You’re lowkey grateful you don’t have to talk about it, since he’s already pulling you into the next store

You spend the rest of the time clung to his arm, just the way he likes it~

Beelzebub 🍔

You’re both out on a lunch date

Well, he’s out on a lunch date. You’re just there to apologize to the owners as he scarfs down his umpteenth order

You’re mostly watching him, laughing and wiping his face of the grease

He’s adorable when his cheeks are stuffed

You’re just enjoying his presence, thankful for some time alone with him, until movement from the window catch your eye

A dog is walking by, and it’s darkened eyes catch your own

Despite being saved by glass and a “no-dogs allowed” policy, you scoot closer to Beel instinctively

He glanced down at you when he feels how tense you are now

“MC? Are you okay?”

He sounds so concerned, he even put down his burger to focus on you 😭

You nod and smile reassuringly at him, saying you just saw a dog outside

Boys confused until you add that you have a fear of them

He frowns at first, then nods

One strong arm wraps around you in a secured hold, keeping you close to his larger body

“I’ll make sure to protect you from them. I won’t let you get hurt.”

He’s so sweet I can’t

Beels a gentle giant but he’d throw hands with god if it meant you were safe

You forget all about the dog as he holds you, now eating once again, and offering you pieces of his meals

Belphegor 🛌

You and Belphie have horror movie marathons and you can pry this hc from my grave

You’re in his bed, cuddled up without a care, surrounded by blankets and pillows

It’s just you two, since Beel went out to get food again

Everything’s normal- until he puts on a movie with a killer dog

It’s not even that well-made of a movie, but one scene makes you jump a mile

Your face is suddenly in his chest, your arms clinging to his jacket

Belphies confused af now

You’re never this jumpy when it comes to these movies

He asks you what your deal is, his voice tired and annoyed like always, but he really does care

You mumble out that you’re terrified of dogs, making him pause

Then laugh

It’s not to be a bully I swear

But you? The human who’s not afraid of even him, who could stand up to Lucifer despite knowing he’d kill you without hesitation

You, who would probably fistfight the king of the Devildom himself

Is scared of a dog?

“You’re so stupid.”

He laughed again, but his arms found their way around your waist

He held you closer now, a more protective feeling in his aura washing over you

He kept your face in his chest during the rest of the movie

Even if you peeked out, if a dog scene came on, he made sure you were hidden and listening to his heartbeat instead of the barking