#I’ll never find this when I need it but it’s really nifty!
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Touch Me (Part 1) Alastor X Reader!
A/N: I’ve known a few people (demi such as myself and myself included) who don’t like being touched (also probably my autism but we'll skip that part), but especially that little special bond you get when you find the right partner and you're much more comfortable with touches than before.
The drawing below is mine, I didn't want to keep you lovely readers waiting for today's post so I decided to just post the sketch. This an oc of mine, they're part fox if you're wondering <3
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Chapter 1: Touch Me (Part 1)
Description: Alastor notices you start touching the other guests more, though you don’t like touch, he’s hurt when you don’t touch him however, and feels left out.
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Alastor tapped his fingers on the desk slowly, you had been working for him for a month by now. Seemingly out of nowhere, you have caught his eye, he needed to figure you out. He was drawn to you. You were his every waking thought.
From humoring him with coffee in the morning and evening chats at dinner, something he never thought he would participate in, was now the highlight of his afterlife. No, Alastor wasn’t sure what had gotten into him and that’s why he had to study you.
Not to mention you had so much in common, the lack of physical touch that either of you could handle, to always keeping a smile on your face. You were the highlighter in a box of pencils, something that lit up his life. A beauty that he deemed would be his work with.
You were barely his assistant, unlike the aquaintances at the hotel, he refused to call them more. He did, however, want more from you.
Though something seemed off about you and that has led to him sitting in his tower, slowly tapping his fingers on the desk in front of him. You had never liked being touched, you were picky when it came to touch of any sorts, hating different textures and your sensitivity to sound, you had preferred the quiet hum of his radio. Recently however, he has seen everyone be more handsy with you.
Just earlier today, he seen Angel Dust hugging you, Charlie and you dancing (that one made his blood especially boil, how had he not danced with you yet and here’s Charlie and you!), Vaggie had of course been practicing dancing with you too (also to his annoyance…), even Husk had been holding your hands over the bar! (He was sure to skin that cat later on).
He would figure this out!
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Making his way downstairs he saw you writing in some notebook, clearly focused while Nifty sat atop your head and Angel to the right of you. “Why hello there Dear! Are you in any need of assistance?” Alastor asked happily slipping to the left of you and slipping an arm around your waist. You jumped and looked at him, confusion on your face and the blush that blanketed it. You quickly scooted away before standing up, lifting Nifty off your head and setting her on the table. “Oh uh… hey Alastor! I was just working on a script for my- ya know it doesn’t matter. I don’t really need any help, but thank you!” you said quickly as his smile twitched.
He stood next to you and reached his hand down to grab your hand, he looked up at you with a look as if to ask if he could hold your hand. You had paused for a moment letting him hold your hand, both of you unknowingly loving the touch from each other. But to break the moment you coughed and backed away. “Really, I don’t want to be a bother Al. I’ll see you later,” you tried, smile not fading as you turned tail up the stairs to your room.
Alastor could feel himself fuming while Angel gave him a concerned look, Charlie joining as she wandered into the room. “Hey Smiles, why smoke coming from your ears? You really wanted to spend time with them?” he asked, confused smirk on his face. Alastor looked at him with static before it went back to the normal buzz. “They’ll touch you, but not me? Why?” Alastor said, pretty much growling.
“Uh… maybe because you’re a creepy ass radio demon?” Angel said nonchantly, while Charlie made a squeak sound. “You don’t like being touched.” Alastor’s head shot towards Charlie’s direction. “What was that?” Charlie gave a soft smile at Alastor. “They know you don’t like being touched, I may have told them, when they asked about you.”
“What did my little doe ask about me, may I ask?” Alastor said turning fully to face Charlie properly. “Just if you would be okay with touch, they uh wanted to hug you? Something about you looking upset and I had told them you didn’t like being touched, so I think they had just brought you something. That was last week!” Charlie responded quickly.
“My doe wanted to hug me and I didn’t even get a say in this? Why young one, just point them in my direction next time, would you?” Alastor hissed before turning to go to your room. “I’m pretty sure I’m older than you-” was all that was heard from Charlie before he made his way up the stairs.
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Alastor, with a swift knock on your door, waited for you to open the door before inviting himself in. “Oh hey Alastor, to what do I have to pleasure of entertaining you-” Soon his arms were wrapped around you and you paused feeling confused, arms straight down at your sides. “Don’t move, please. You wanted to hug? Here it is,” Alastor growled his nose buried in your hair as he pulled you tightly to himself.
“It’s really okay Alastor, I know you don’t like being tou-” you had tried to say while pulling away, before Alastor pulled you tight to him again. “Say you don’t want this if you don’t, I don’t want to push your boundaries my doe. But I do want this,” Alastor said, now absentmindedly rubbing the middle of your back with his thumb.
“I’m okay with this. Thanks for asking though and confirming you were okay with the hug.” you whispered finally reaching around his waist and returning the hug. Alastor sighed and nuzzled you. For once his mind was also quiet, a quiet radio humm signalling that as well.
“Why them? Why would you not ask me?” Alastor asked softly, pulling just far back enough to cup your face in his hand, absently you rubbed your cheek against his palm, making his smile soften at the sight of you being so comfortable and vulnerable. “I didn’t want you to laugh, I’m sorry.” Alastor chuckled and rubbed your cheek with his thumb now.
“How about we make a deal?” your eyes shot up giving Alastor a confused and scared look, but not moving your head. “You can touch me, whenever and wherever, no need to ask, just stop if I become… uncomfortable… and I can… court you persay?” Alastor said. He knew he wanted you to be his, if this was the way to go, he’d make it go.
You slowly nodded and smiled at him, “I would like that,” you responded softly. “Good,” Alastor said as he leaned down, you glanced at his lips, he was waiting for you to meet him, for the okay to kiss. ‘Oh what am I getting myself into…’
You crushed your lips together.
The room lit green and you blushed, contract coming together. “I didn’t know you even felt that way about me?” you whispered. You had obviously come to know your crush on him, but you weren’t too sure how to go about dating someone who was ace or what they were okay with. You knew they did date, but with Alastor, that type of life was so non existent that you questioned him also being aromantic.
“Well my darling doe, there’s a lot you’re gonna learn about me. It’s not often I feel comfortable with touch, it’s even less common for someone to make me feel like this.”
“So would that make us-” you started and he chuckled. “Yes you are my partner and I am yours,” he whispered and leaned down to once again let our lips touch softly.
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Flaking Fancy - Part 1
Matthew Murdock x Reader
Summary: Reader invites Foggy and Matt to her family’s holiday party. It’s a fancy affair, one that she’ll need all the help she can to get through.
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: some alcohol consumption, mentions of sex (nothing happens)
A/N: Matt is back, bitches. You thought I forgot about him? Hell no. Could never forget about him, no matter how hard I tried. (This is part one of two, but can be read alone!)
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“Tell me again why Foggy decided to flake tonight?”
She had been fiddling with the clasp on her bracelet—it wouldn’t close no matter how much she tried—without even looking up at the man across the room from her. If only she had a second pair of hands, or one of those nifty bracelet gadgets she’s been meaning to buy anyway.
“Flake?” Matt barked a laugh. “You know Foggy would want nothing more than to go to a fancy party with free booze and food.”
“Right,” she looked up, “which is weird that he flaked.”
“He said he was sick,” Matt shrugged helplessly. Truth be told, Matthew Murdock could see right through his roommate’s white lie—but he didn’t have the energy to fight him on it, not when he was already late to meeting up with (Y/N), anyway. “Stomach bug or something.”
“He seemed fine this morning during Professor Knight’s lecture,” (Y/N) sighed, placing a hand on her hip. She’d all but given up on the bracelet, throwing the damned jewelry onto her disheveled bed. Her dorm was in a state of disarray—she had gone through nearly her entire closet to choose what dress she would wear tonight. “And I know for a fact he couldn’t have gotten food poisoning—we both ate that shitty Chinese food for lunch, so I would be hugging the toilet too if that was the case.”
“Don’t shoot the messenger,” Matt held his hands up, holding back another laugh. “Believe me, I tried to get him to come with us—”
“I never invite y’all to something this nice,” (Y/N) bent down to grab her heels, “the one time I can get us into a fancy party with fancy food and fancy drinks and fancy people? He just… flakes?”
“You never said this party was fancy.”
She turned her attention from her shoes back up to Matt—his face already plastered with a shit-eating grin that was so uniquely… Matt. “Har har.”
“Seriously, (Y/N), it’s fine,” Matt reassured her, “we can still go to your fancy party and have a fancy time with your fancy family. You won’t even notice he’s gone.”
“It’s just…” (Y/N) wrung her wrist, trying to find the words she was looking for. Matt just stood there, waiting patiently for her to continue. “You two are my best friends here at school and this is my family’s holiday party—I just… dunno…”
He could practically hear her heart drop. This party meant a lot to her—this much Matt already knew—but to hear her admit it? “You want to prove to your parents that you’re not totally floundering away at school,” he stated.
“My dad always said law school was a bad idea,” she stood up from her bed, both heels now firmly on her feet, “said I was wasting my time on my ‘passion project’. Mom never really understood my convictions about it either, but she never outright said anything nasty about it.”
“So if you had friends in your corner to back you up—”
“Maybe they’d be more okay with the idea of their daughter straying off their ideal path,” she nodded softly. “Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t invite the two of you to this party just for that. I also really enjoy your company—something tells me I’m gonna need some of that Murdock sass to make it through the night.”
“‘Murdock sass?’”
“I would’ve also appreciated Nelson’s one-liners, specifically about my aunt’s terrible taste in fashion, but I guess,” she drawled the last word out, “I could settle for just you. Maybe a whole bottle of champagne too, but we’ll see where the night leads us.”
“I’m afraid I can’t comment on your aunt’s state of dress,” Matt joked, “but I promise I’ll be by your side all night, ready to entertain.”
“Oh, right, you’ll need me to guide you around the house,” she nearly slapped her forehead. “I totally forgot—”
“I’m sure I could manage my way around a townhouse, sweetheart,” he said cautiously, hoping she wouldn’t shy away from the term of endearment. With the way her heart skipped a beat, he safely assumed it was an alright move. “But if you feel the need to show me around…”
“You’ll need the help,” she assured him, smoothing the lines in her satin dress. “Trust me. My parents own the wildest home decor—last time I was over I nearly tripped over an elephant statue by the front door.”
“An elephant?”
“My mom is convinced it’s her ‘spirit animal’ or ‘inner beast’, I guess,” she shrugged. “Always remembering things, holding it over my dad’s head and whatnot.”
“Sounds like someone I know,” Matt hummed.
“Shut up,” she slapped his arm playfully. “Come on, we’re gonna be late—”
“Aren’t you going to put on your bracelet?”
“My…” her eyes grew as wide as saucers. “How did you know I didn’t get my bracelet on?”
Matt wanted to tell her the truth—badly did he want to be honest and explain that he was diligently listening to how many times she fumbled with the clasp, the metal clinking ringing through his ears. But, he couldn’t do that, not tonight. “You mumbled something under your breath earlier,” he held out his hand, “come on, let me help.”
“Did I?” (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief. It was likely that she did, it was a bad habit of hers—and seemingly she did it without even realizing it. “Are you sure you can get the clasp?”
“No,” he smiled lightly, grabbing the dangling chain from her hand. “But I can hold it in place while you get it.”
“That… could work,” she breathed, “yeah.”
Carefully, Matt held the chain of small diamonds taught in the air, hoping her wrist would find its place without any guidance. She pressed against it gently and circled the chain around her wrist—ignoring completely how electric it was to feel Matt’s fingertips graze the sensitive skin there. She all but stuck her tongue out in concentration to finish the task quickly, to get them out the door faster, but with the way he was standing so close to her? The way his breath hitched when her fingers brushed his? The task seemed almost impossible.
“T-there,” she mumbled, removing her hand from the clasp. It had taken only two tries this time to get it attached, the help from Matt surely aiding greatly. “All done.”
“Great,” Matt breathed, finally allowing air to fill his lungs again. “Glad to be of help.”
She smiled sweetly, patting his chest. “Come on Murdock, we’ve got a fancy party to attend.”
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When she had told Matt about her parent’s holiday party, he was expecting the usual. Christmas cookies, carolers, drunk uncles and ugly sweaters. What he hadn’t realized, is that (Y/N) came from a rather well off family, so their version of the holidays was much different than what he was used to. Hell, he’d grown so accustomed to a T.V dinner on Christmas Eve it had almost become the norm, so when a server—a server—asked if he wanted a tourtière? He felt completely out of his realm. To his relief, it seemed (Y/N) felt the same way. He could tell that her heart was beating faster, her breathing was uneven—she was nervous.
“What exactly is a tourtière, anyway?” Matt mumbled into her ear, careful to not bump into her. The scent of her hair nearly sent him into a spiral, her shampoo was intoxicating.
“Some sort of meat pie,” she uttered back, “I think it’s Canadian.”
“What ever happened to pigs in a blanket? That still a thing?”
“I think it was a pork tourtière,” she giggled, “so, technically a pig in an unconventional blanket?”
Matt giggled—God, he giggled. “I guess you’re right, on a technicality.”
“Technicalities are my specialty,” she poked his chest. “You should know that.”
“The specialty of any law student,” Matt rocked on his heels, taking a sip of the bubbling champagne he had been given not too long ago. (Y/N) downed her third glass of the night along with his timid sips. “You should probably slow down,” he said, hearing the soft clink of the glass against the metal plate of the passing server.
“If I’m gonna talk to my parents tonight, I’m going to need at least three more of these things,” she murmured into a fresh glass. He couldn’t argue with her logic, so he merely continued to nurse his bubbling glass.
“What was it like?” He asked, trying to change the subject as best he could. “Growing up here, I mean. I can’t speak for how nice your home is or looks—but by the way it smells, I’m sure it’s very elegant.”
“Cold,” she replied honestly. “Lonely most of the time—I didn’t have any siblings to entertain me. I usually was stuck watching movies with the nanny while my parents decided to spend their evenings at galas and parties.”
“You had a nanny?”
“Oh yeah,” she gulped. “Lucy was my nanny up until I was in middle school, then her daughter Rose took over until I made it to college.” (Y/N) laughed lightly to herself. “It’s funny, if it wasn’t for Lucy bringing new movies over every week, I don’t think we’d be here right now.”
“And why is that?”
“One of the movies she brought over was Legally Blonde,” she snorted into her glass, “I wanted to be Elle Woods so bad—don’t get me wrong, I have many other reasons why I want to be a lawyer, but I can’t discredit how Reese Witherspoon had a helping hand in my future career.”
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Legally Blonde,” Matt hummed. “It never really appealed to me—to be fair, most movies don’t.”
“Well, it’s a fucking fantastic film,” she tilted her head, smirking. “Though, I think the only reason Lucy brought it over so much was because I would actually leave her alone to do the housework.”
“That seems totally unlike you,” Matt deadpanned.
“I was a master at mopping the floors,” she snorted, “Lucy just preferred that I… didn’t.”
“Something tells me you kept getting in the way?”
“There may have been an incident with a jar of pasta sauce and a rogue mop handle—but the stain mostly came out of the floor. I think mom bought a rug to cover it up, though.”
She did. Matt had noticed the slight change in the flooring when they had paraded through the kitchen earlier, avoiding any collisions with stray family members and business partners. It was an odd place for a rug, he had thought, but the little bit of backstory on the matter pulled his lips up in a small smile. “A rug for the kitchen? Seems outside of your mother’s taste.”
“Oh,” (Y/N) barked a laugh, sipping more champagne, “trust that the rug probably costs more than our tuition—so not too far out of the realm of possibility, I’m afraid.”
Matt’s smile faded, just a bit. “What did you say your parents did for work again?”
“Beats the fuck out of me,” she shrugged helplessly, downing the glass in her hand. “The more I try to pry, the more I get shunned away with expensive gifts and trips.”
“So you… don’t know?” His brows were furrowed, laced together with slight confusion.
“Last time I asked they swore me to secrecy,” she leaned in closer, her breath practically dancing across his cheek, “knife to my throat and all. Y’know, mobster style.”
“Mobster? (Y/N), are you saying that your parents—”
Before he could finish his thought, she erupted in a fit of giggles, clutching her stomach nearly in pain.
“Oh my God,” she held onto his shoulder for stability—surely about to fall over otherwise. “You thought I was serious!”
He swallowed thickly, trying to force a laugh. “I mean, most people don’t joke that their parents are in some sort of organized crime syndicate?”
“You should’ve seen the look on your face! You looked as white as a ghost,” more laughter escaped her lips. “Nah, my parents are both Wall Street assholes—most of the people around us are also Wall Street assholes. Some normal assholes too, like my Uncle Tom. Everyone here’s an asshole, except for us”
“Alright sweetheart, I think you’ve had enough to drink,” Matt carefully pried the empty glass from her hand. “No need to be ranting about assholes at the holiday party.”
“Speaking of assholes!” (Y/N) nearly shouted, a few business-looking individuals turned their attention to the couple across the room. The lingering stares didn’t last long, nearly every one of them continued their seemingly boring conversations and decided to move on. “We should find my parents! I think I can talk to them now!”
“That seems like a poor decision,” Matt smirked, snaking his arm casually around her waist, leading her away from the room. “Especially in your current state.”
“Please,” she scoffed. “My parents have seen me tipsy before.”
“I think we’re well past tipsy,” he laughed airily, pulling her to a quieter corner of the townhouse. “Besides, I don’t think you’ll agree with your choices tomorrow morning.”
“Ugh,” she groaned into his shoulder, head bashing against him in defeat. “You’re probably right.”
“Usually am.”
“I’m starting to get a headache.”
“I can imagine.”
“I should probably lay down.”
“That seems wise.”
“D’you think my parents would mind if I took a power nap in my room?” Her question was serious, eyes only slightly glazed over from the alcohol. “I mean… it’s my room, y’know?”
“Why don’t you lead the way? I’m sure you can sneak away for thirty minutes,” Matt rubbed his hand gently against her side, urging her to move forward. She nodded slightly before pulling away from him and wandered down the long hallway, familiarity lacing her every step. “Here’s hoping they didn’t turn it into an exercise room or something.”
“Oh, they wouldn’t,” she said seriously, “they already have a home gym on the second floor.”
Matt blinked.
“Right. Of course they do.”
She turned towards a large white door, embellished with an antique looking bronze knob. After a quick knock—something she immediately regretted doing—she opened the door to a nearly unchanged room. The decor was completely different than the rest of the home, save for the furniture, as that matched everything else. Her walls were plastered with movie and band posters, a cork board filled with all of her accomplishments hung beside her bed along with the various stuffed animals that adorned it.
“Welcome to mi casa,” she said unceremoniously, flopping face first down into the mattress. A stray teddy bear fell to the floor as she mumbled something into her pillow—he tried to make it out, but it was no use.
“What was that?” He toed into the room further and shut the door, feet hitting a fuzzy rug quickly.
“I said,” she mumbled, pulling her face up from her pillow, “this isn’t how I was expecting to pull you into my room tonight.”
He could’ve sworn his heart stopped. Had it not been for the rushing blood in his ears, he’d have no way of knowing.
“Yeah?” He nervously chuckled.
“Yeah,” she agreed, rolling onto her back, “was planning on seducing the absolute shit out of you. Figured you’d be amazing tonight at the party, probably say the sweetest crap about me to my parents and I’d want to finally make a move. Even went out of my way and wore my sexy underwear set which… you couldn’t have seen anyway…”
“The thought counts,” he smiled gently, floating his way over to her bed. Cautiously, he sat down beside her, silently hoping she wouldn’t move.
“I mean, it has a bit of lace on it,” she hummed thoughtfully, “you probably could’ve enjoyed that?”
“Probably,” he agreed. She hummed again, putting her head against her pillow. “How much have you had to drink tonight, sweetheart?”
“Not sure, the servers just kept… putting another glass in my hand whenever it was empty.”
He laughed at that. “I’ll go get you some water, maybe some proper hydration will get your head back on straight, stop talking nonsense.”
“Nonsense?”
“Nonsense,” he parroted begrudgingly, patting her leg gently. “All that bubbly’s gotten to your pretty little head, making you say things you don’t really mean.”
“Nah,” she scoffed back, “s’not nonsense, I think it’s the most level-headed thought I’ve had. Probably ever.”
“Sure it is, sweetheart,” he replied sarcastically, tenderly removing the black heels off of her feet—they were practically falling off anyway.
“You’ve gotta stop calling me that,” she lifted her head up from the pillow, desperate to try and look him in the eyes, “or else I’m gonna try to jump your bones, Murdock.”
Matt listened carefully to her heartbeat—it was steady and strong—she was telling the truth. “You’re drunk.”
“And you’re hot.”
“You’re not in the right mind and I’m not going to take advantage of you,” he sighed, rubbing her leg tenderly, “it wouldn’t be right.”
“Ugh,” she pushed her face into the pillow again, “why do you have to be so nice all the time?”
“I’m not always nice,” Matt snickered lightly, “but I’m glad you think so.”
“If I wasn’t drunk,” she practically slurred, “would you want to sleep with me?”
“(Y/N)…”
“No, wait,” she pressed her hand towards the sky—hoping it would land somewhere in Matt’s vicinity. “Don’t tell me. I don’t wanna know.”
“I’m gonna go get you that water,” Matt managed to squeak out, rising from the bed, “maybe find some Advil. I’ll… be right back.”
Matt could barely make out the agreeing murmur that came from the pillow as he exited the room. The party was still in full swing, the jazz band he tried avoiding earlier was still blaring throughout the home. He didn’t want to cause any suspicion on how well he was navigating through the house—the thought of trying to explain how he found the kitchen based on the faint smell of food nearly halfway across the building—Matt pulled out his cane. It was neatly folded up in his inner jacket pocket, he had (Y/N) to guide him around most of the night, it nearly seemed pointless to bring it.
“Excuse me?”
Matt turned around, having nearly made it to the end of the hallway. He hadn’t heard anyone walking behind him—but to his detriment, he was focusing on (Y/N)’s breathing as he walked away, insuring that it was even.
“Uh, hi,” Matt forced a smile, waving lightly, “I’m just looking for the kitchen… sorta hard to find.” He tapped his cane twice for good measure. The blind thing usually worked.
“And you were hoping to find it in my daughter’s bedroom?”
Shit.
“Mr. (Y/L/N), I’m sorry for the informality,” Matt waited for the man to get closer, hoping he wouldn’t punch him square in the face, “I’ve been meaning to find you this evening to introduce myself—”
“Introduce yourself? Tell me, when exactly did you plan to introduce yourself? Before or after you fucked my daughter?”
Matt could feel the blood drain from his face. He knew that (Y/N) had been joking earlier about the mob thing, but now coming face to face with her father? It didn’t exactly seem too far off. “Sir, I think there’s a bit of misunderstanding—”
“Really? How else am I to take fact the same man my daughter has been carting around all night just exited her bedroom? Said daughter in question nowhere to be found?”
“Your daughter had a little bit too much to drink,” Matt said honestly, “she needed to lay down, so she led me to her room. I was just going to go get her some water. I promise, nothing nefarious, sir.”
The older man huffed, breath hot on his mustache. “And your name?”
“Matthew Murdock,” he outstretched his hand, “I’m a law student with your daughter. Just a friend, I assure you.”
“Just a friend,” he mumbled back, meeting Matt’s hand in a firm shake, “and I’m supposed to believe that?”
“You don’t have to,” Matt smiled brightly, “but it’s the truth. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to meet you all the way back here, would’ve thought you’d be enjoying the party with the rest of your guests.”
“Had to step away for a bit,” her father sniffed, “went to my study to clear my head. These parties are more my wife’s thing.”
Matt could smell the scent of cigars coming off of the man’s suit, the cigars overpowered the other lingering scents that he couldn’t quite pick out, but if he had to guess it was probably something Mr. (Y/L/N) would want to keep from his wife anyhow. “I understand, I get overwhelmed quite easily. These things aren’t particularly my scene.”
“My daughter’s alright, I take it?”
“She’ll be fine,” Matt assured him, “once she gets some water I think she’ll be able to join the masses again. Had a few too many glasses of champagne, I think.”
“She’s not much of a drinker,” her father mused, shoving his hand into his front pocket, “guess that silly little law school of hers has changed her in ways I’ll never understand.”
“Columbia is a prestigious school,” Matt bit back, feeling his chest grow hot in anger, “your daughter is a bright student and intelligent beyond her years. She’s going to be an excellent lawyer, I assure you.”
“Prestigious or not,” the older man sighed, “she’s just wasting her time. Her mother and I already had a charming life planned out for her, a good job, a fair amount of inheritance, a husband—”
“Husband?”
“But she decided to throw all our hard work away and act ungrateful for the entire thing,” he finished, clearly exasperated.
Matt’s grip on his cane grew near-deadly, the anger flushing upwards and outwards—you could probably see the steam leaving his ears. He knew of her parent’s convictions, she had been brave enough to share tidbits here and there about their continuous disappointment. It never, ever, made sense to Matt.
“She,” Matt cleared his throat, “is a wonderful woman. Got accepted into an Ivy League school, practically the top of our class and she makes it look effortless. Any parent would be proud to call her their daughter.”
“I never said I wasn’t proud,” her father groaned lightly, fingers rubbing against his temple, “she’s clearly been making a name for herself in the slums. Look, you’re not a parent, so you have little to say on how I decide parent my own daughter.”
“You’re right,” Matt agreed quickly, without hesitation, “I have very little to say to you.” He began to walk away, towards what was presumably the kitchen. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get some water.”
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He didn’t mean to practically insult her father, of course not, that wasn’t his intention. Matt was sure he’d hear the ramifications of his actions from (Y/N) at a later date, but until then, he had a job to do. He had—thankfully—returned to her room with ease, a cold glass of water in one hand, a frosted pitcher of it in the other, cane tucked promptly in his armpit.
“S’just me, sweet thing,” Matt mumbled into the dark abyss of the room, hearing her stir slightly at the large wooden door creak shut. “Brought you some water.”
“Matt…?”
“Well, at least I think it’s water,” he chuckled dryly, setting the pitcher down on the picturesque nightstand beside her, “could be more of that sangria your aunt was chugging.”
“Looks like water,” she groggily replied, scraping the sleep out of her eyes, makeup be damned. She had hardly been out for twenty minutes, but the nap hit her like a brick to the chest—a good sleep nonetheless. “Lucky for me I sober up quickly.”
Matt forced a smile, nodding only the once. He could still smell the lingering notes of the champagne on her tongue, but he had half a mind to believe her. “The water will help. I couldn’t find any pain killers though—”
“My purse,” she pointed across the room, “I have a bottle with stuff in it. It’s right next to the door, on the ground to the left.”
His heart warmed at the simple directions—even though he knew full well where her purse was, she took the extra moment to describe the location for him. He momentarily fumbled ‘looking’ for the bag—he’d make a mental note to consider coming clean about his abilities at a later date—and managed to loop the strap onto his arm, carrying it back to the bed with ease. His hand dug around, reaching for the bottle she had spoken of, smiling when his fingers wrapped around a rattling cylinder. “Doesn’t sound like you just have pain killers in here.”
“Pain killers, antidepressants, ecstasy,” she chuckled, popping the top off easily. “Maybe an Adderall or two from Foggy…”
Matt knew she was lying, mostly, anyway. Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of anything past her antidepressants. He listened for the soft sound of her swallowing the capsules before settling onto the mattress beside her. “I’m shocked Foggy even had the thought to give you some.”
“Nah man,” she scoffed playfully, “I had to sell my soul to acquire just the one. Well, my soul and my notes from Professor O’Malley’s lectures.”
“Ah, of course.”
“How long was I out?”
“Forty minutes at the most.”
The silence that filled the room was comfortable, to say the least. It usually always was when it was the two of them, but a certain tenseness had overwhelmed Matt’s entire being—a detail not entirely overlooked by the still sobering woman sitting beside him. “You… met my parents, didn’t you?”
“No,” Matt shook his head quickly, “just your father.”
A groan escaped her lips, Matt could only guess it could have been heard over the horrific jazz music down the hall. “Somehow that’s even worse.”
“He was… fine.”
“You hesitated.”
“I didn’t.”
“Matt.”
He pulled his hands up in defense. “Alright, fine maybe he wasn’t fine. We had a small chat and… I completely understand why you had me come tonight. He was practically talking you down every chance he got… Christ, (Y/N), I had no idea that he really disapproved that much—”
“Tell me about it,” she somberly replied, gulping half of the glass of water in her hand. “Wait—when exactly did you run into my dad?”
“He… saw me exit your room and thought that we—that I possibly was up to something—”
“What? Like we were fucking?”
Matt’s face flushed instantly, he was nearly certain of it. “Yes.”
“Oh.”
“I think I persuaded him into thinking otherwise,” Matt stated quickly, the words tumbling from his lips. “Convinced him we were only friends.” Her response was muffled, even with his enhanced hearing, the blood that was pumping through his head from the embarrassment was enough to nearly deafen him, even for the moment.
“Would that have been the worst thing?” (Y/N) repeated, fully registering the man’s lack of reaction from her earlier statement. “I mean, in the grand scheme of things?”
“What? That your dad thought we were fucking in your childhood bedroom?”
“Yes! I mean,” she slapped her forehead lightly. “No, obviously. Not that, but, in general? Like we were… together?”
“Oh.”
“Oh,” she mimicked, feeling the shame of a thousand suns burn against her skin. “You don’t—that’s fine, forget I said anything—”
It was against better judgment, Matt could attest to it, but he simply couldn’t wait a second longer to put his lips on hers. He hardly knew how to leave her speechless in the best of times, and with the way she was reacting? The way she practically melted into his touch? Matthew Murdock had yet another trick up his sleeve.
She pulled away much quicker than he would have liked, placing a hand on his chest gently. “I thought you said you didn’t want to take advantage of me?” Her tone was teasing, light.
“You said so yourself,” he pressed his forehead against hers. “You sober up quickly.”
Her laughter morphed into a hiss of pain, gravitating away from his touch. “I might be a liar,” she groaned. “My head is killing me.”
“Liar or not,” Matt said softly, rubbing her hand lovingly. “I don’t intend on doing anything more than kiss you tonight, it wouldn’t be right. I’m sorry for kissing you in the first place.”
A sly grin pulled against her lips. “So you do want to do more than just kiss me?”
Matt laughed lightly. “I may be blind, but I’m not stupid, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now and, based on your comments tonight we probably could’ve been kissing a lot earlier.”
“Oh yeah,” she scoffed playfully. “I’ve wanted to do something about my major crush on you since our ethics class.”
It was Matt’s turn to grin. “‘Major crush?’”
“Ginormous,” she nodded. “I’m talking like, heart eyes every time you would walk into the room sort of crush.”
He always had a small suspicion that she felt a little more than just friendship for him—based on her vitals and breathing patterns, naturally—but hearing her confirm it was like music to his ears. “You’re making it really hard to not kiss you again.”
“Good,” (Y/N) mused, squeezing his hand tighter. “You can kiss me whenever you want.”
“How about I take you out first? We can kiss all we want after.”
She frowned. “Just kiss?”
Matt leaned in closer.
“Well, we wouldn’t want you to not get any use out of your lacy underwear, would we?”
The couple erupted into a fit of giggles, both thinking fondly on ways to thank Foggy for flaking.
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BONUS:
“Look, guys, I’m happy that you two finally got your heads outta the sand and got together and are acting like the grossest couple imaginable, truly,” Foggy said, sipping his coffee quickly, eyeing the new couple down. “But you do realize this wasn’t some grand scheme or anything, I really was sick last week?”
Matt laughed. “Sure you were, Fog.”
(Y/N) followed suit in her own flurry of giggles. “Oh yeah, I’m so sure.”
Foggy stared at his two best friends, looking back and forth between the lovebirds. He sighed. Loudly.
#matt murdock#daredevil#marvel#matthew murdock x reader#marvel x reader#reader insert#hope y'all enjoy pardners#matt murdock x reader#matthew murdock
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The Heist (dramione)
I wont post this onto A03 until all parts are complete, but here's the first part of this chapter(s) just for tumblr (also this is unedited).
It's poetry week in my creative writing class so this will be worked on in between that and all of my other millions of tasks needed to be done.
A Night at the Museum, Pt. 1
“Can you hear me?” Grangers voice asked into his ear. Draco had to bite the inside of his cheek at the way it caused his body to shudder.
Theo jerked beside him and responded first. “Clear as day, love.” He clears his throat and pulled the little black earbud from his ear and stared at it in intrigue. “This is quite nifty. If I wear this at night, will you tell me a story to help me sleep better?”
Draco chuckled and ran a thumb over the earbud in his own ear.
Granger’s grin at Theo was crooked and lovely.
“We could stay up chatting about books and boys.” Theo went on, causing her to crinkle her nose.
"You mean me. I'd be the boy.” Draco finally responded as he ran his hands over his body. He found his stash of chocolate covered peanut butter bites and pulled a small handful free.
Grangers gaze slid to his, her eyes wide with amusement and that crooked smile grew as she took him in.
Draco winked at her as he tossed two of the candies into his mouth.
She shook her head, slowly, the ponytail she wore swaying with the movement.
Theo might have scoffed or choked but he didn't say anything. He only stared at Granger with the same sort of attention Draco put on her.
They were all wearing the same black on black on black outfits. Black beanie, black long sleeve shirts and black pants. Shoes, wand holsters, etc. all black.
Except, after some insistence on Ginny and Grangers part, the girls wore black tight leggings. The witches claimed it was for more flexibility but Draco thought they looked rather uncomfortable.
The problem, really, was that Granger looked like a bloody goddess in hers. Those damn tights left nothing to the imagination and when she had apparrated onto the building top with Draco and Theo, both men had been left speechless. Momentarily useless.
While Theo had shoved his fist between his teeth and looked away, Draco jammed his tongue into the inside of his cheek while his eyes took in every inch of her, greedily the sight of her in.
“Are you two done flirting with Aunt Hermione?” Teddy asked with a grin on his face, causing the Potters and Seamus to snicker.
“Not tonight.” Theo said while Draco grinned at Granger and said, “Never.” And tossed the remaining candy into his mouth.
She pursed her lips as if disappointed with her two thieves but there was a glint of something like joy or intrigue in her eyes, maybe both, as she turned toward the others.
“Do we all understand our roles?” Draco addressed the group as he tightened a buckle on his wand holster.
Ginny nodded. “Harry and I will work on the wards around the section of campus with the most superficial wards.” She had her hand running soothing lines down Harry's chest, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Draco thought, as he observed the tall, athletic woman, she seemed to be more excited about this job than the rest of them, aside from maybe Teddy.
“Why are you so excited? Aren't you a mother?” Theo asked, apparently thinking the same thing as Draco.
Ginny lifted her head off of her husbands shoulder. “And I'm not allowed to have any fun?”
“If anything,” Harry argued. “I think her being a mother explains it more than makes it difficult to understand.” When he said this, Ginny nodded and grinned at her husband with adoration.
Draco looked over at Granger, to find her smiling fondly at them, if not a little nostalgic.
“Teddy boy and I will remove the Apparation wards wrapped around the building.” Theo said, stretching his arms, fingers clasped, high above his head.
“I’ll be disarming the muggle security system.” Seamus chimed in, already pulling a sleek laptop from a bag at his feet.
"I thought your job was blowing stuff up.” Teddy asked.
Seamus grinned and it was potentially the most gleeful Draco had ever seen the wizard in years. “Who says I won't?”
"Seamus,” Granger sighed. “This is not the job for that.”
"I'm just sayin’.” He shrugged, opening the lap top and lowering himself to a transfigured bit of trash into a stool. “I'm always prepared.”
Theo narrowed his eyes on Seamus and frowned. “I’d better not trip on a bomb in there, Seamus.”
Seamus chuckled and tapped furiously away at the computer. “You wouldn’t trip on a bomb, mate. You’d trip on a wire.”
“Right.” Draco went on. “As soon as those superficial layers are lifted, Granger and I will immediately get to work on the more complex ones beneath.”
“After we lift Anti-apparation wards,” Theo joined.
“Once they do, while Malfoy and I continue to peel back the wards, you can all apparate to your entry points. Once we’ve lifted the exterior wards, we’ll all dismantle the wards at the entry points .” Granger finished as she began stretching.
“Turn that ear thingie on, darling.” Draco told her, watching as she reached her hands high up in the sky, twirling her wrists.
She dropped her hands and pressed a button on a batter pack on her waist.
“Ready?” She spoke and her little earbud picked up on it, sending her question into their ears.
Theo shuddered and Draco straightened, rolling his shoulders back. He kept his eyes pinned to hers as he smirked, “Whenever you are.”
Granger lifted her chin and grinned before turning toward the building across the street. Having apparated onto the rooftop of the building across from their target, it gave them a vantage point as the plan unfolded.
Adjusting her little black purse slung around her body, she pulled her wand out and checked the wards one more time.
After forty-five seconds, she nodded to the Potters who immediately disapparated. Theo and Teddy followed suit and the crack of their departure hung in the air.
Granger stared at the spot Theo had stood in.
“Are you worried about him?” Draco approached her, standing just behind her, looking down at her from over her shoulder.
She looked up at him and shrugged. “I’m always worried about him.”
“And why is that?” Draco’s hand lifted and his fingers traced a little curl of hair that rested along her temple.
Her eyes fluttered just before she turned to face the Museum across from them. Draco's hand fell to her shoulder.
“Because he is impulsive.”
"You know I can hear you, right?” Theos voice said into all their ears.
Granger grinned and Draco chuckled.
“Don't worry about me, love. You and Draco won't let me get in over my head.”
She looked up at Draco and lifted a brow. Draco nodded in agreement. “What could he possibly get into, darling?” He grinned.
But Granger snorted and shook her head. “I thought you, of all people, would understand.”
“It was one time, love.” Theo huffed into their ears.
Harry’s voice came through next. “Our wards are lifted over here.”
There was a moment of quiet before Theo said, “All clear here. Apparate away.”
Draco looked over his shoulder to where Seamus was typing furiously onto the laptop. Seamus held up on finger while his other hand typed, his wand clenched between his teeth.
And then he stopped typing and held a thumbs up.
Draco wrapped his arm around Grangers waist and Apparated them across the street and onto the roof of the museum.
“Although,” Theo mused into their ears. “This is a little bit like Amsterdam.”
Granger made a sound in her throat. Something close to a growl. “Theo,” she sighed as her wand began to create intricate designs, her eyes following the movement.
Draco began to weave through the wards with her.
Granger had determined that the wards beneath the simpler, superficial layers were a two man job. They required precision in order to keep whoever set them from being alerted once they were removed or possibly breached.
Draco was the obvious choice for the job, seeing as he was second to her amongst the group, at ward breaking.
“Are you ever going to tell us what happened in Amsterdam?” Teddy asked.
Granger, Theo and Ginny all responded at once.
“No,”
“Maybe.”
"I already know.”
Draco laughed as Granger winced. Theo was apoplectic.
“What!” His voice distorted in their ears.
“Relax,” Granger hissed as she swept her arm in a wide arch over her head and spun to her left, flicking her arm down. “She doesn't know everything. Just...”
“That you might have shagged.” Harry snickered into their ears and Draco glanced over at her as his wand made intricate little loops, unweaving a particularly difficult part of the ward.
“So you admit it!” Theo hissed back and Draco chuckled as the space between her brows creased with equal parts annoyance and concentration.
“There’s nothing to admit.” Granger sniffed. But her focus quickly switched to the next set of wards she and Draco were working on. Meticulously pulling back each layer of the was challenging. It required a sort of synchronization. A sort of dance between the two of them.
She sidestepped towards Draco as he stepped her way, falling in behind her.
His right hand settled onto her hip as he continued casting. Granger was working on the lower section of the wards.
“Tell us a story, Aunt Hermione.” Teddy asked with a devious sort of lilt to his voice.
“Yeah, Granger.” Draco murmured, lowering his mouth close to her ear.
She stiffened, his hand tightened for a moment on her hip and then let go as they continued on their respective paths to remove the ward. She stepped further to the left, he further to the right.
It was like a dance.
“Tell us what happened in Amsterdam.” He grinned over at her when she shot him a glare.
There was a pause in their ears before Theo finally responded. “It started with a job like this.”
“Theo,” Granger sighed.
“Did you want to tell the story, love?”
She completed her end of the ward. Draco worked on the last bit of his. “I’m not the one who has anything to be ashamed of.”
“Not even the part where you threw yourself onto my -”
“If you’re going to tell the story, Theo, do it right.” She cut him off and then nodded at Draco when he lifted his wand from the edge of the ward, vanishing it completely. “Outer wards are down. Get to your entry points.”
“Let us know when the locks are disabled, Seamus” Draco moved to the skylight window in the middle of the roof.
They quickly went to removing the wards set specifically to the window.
“We could vanish it once we’re done?” Granger suggested.
“It might reappear on us, if something goes wrong.” He frowned and looked down at her. She was doing that thing with her eyes. That thing that told him she was putting together several different scenarios, calculating their outcomes and creating an equation that might best apply to whatever decision was ultimately made.
“Like I was saying,” Theo continued. “It started with a job like this one. It was my job, really, Granger just happened to be in town for some unsavory reason, I’m sure.”
She sighed through her nose and shook her head. “It was our job. His idea.”
“Hmm.” Theo’s voice hummed in their ear and Draco was fighting the smile as she lifted her wand to the window and mouthed something to herself.
“Regardless, there was a rather fascinating piece on display that would have been a lovely addittion.”
“What was the piece?” Seamus asked.
“It was a painting titled, Almond Blossoms.” Theo announced it like he were a ring master introducing the next act on the bill.
“You were trying to steal a van Gogh?” Draco laughed with a shake of his head. “What the hell caused you to do something so moronic?”
Granger was turning bright red and Theo had paused. Draco suddenly realized what word he had used and recalled what Theo had said last night in the study. About acting like a moron for her.
“Well, it was a beautiful painting, nonetheless, and I decided that I had to get it. Of course, Granger had to make it interesting.”
“How?” Ginny asked.
“I told him to polyjuice as a random muggle from the bar we had a drink in the day before.”
“Not just any random muggle.” Theo corrected her. “But a muggle woman that was quite possibly in her 60’s.”
Laughter filled their ears just before Seamus chimed in.
“Doors are unlocked, but there are active infrared laser beams that are about start about ten feet from each door.”
“Can we apparate around them?” Teddy asked.
“Not until Granger removes the interior wards that prevent disapparation.” Draco murmured the last bit of incantations as he and Granger finally removed the ward on the massive window.
“I want you to vanish the window.” She told Draco. “I can remove the anti-apparation wards from up here without the window.”
“Replace it once we’re inside?” He watched her nod her head. “As you wish.”
She snorted when he grinned at her but he did as she asked and once the glass disappeared, she immediately began to work on the wards.
“Our entry ward is removed.” Ginny announced.
“Ours, too.” Theo said as he yawned into their ears.
“Hold your positions.” Draco instructed as Granger knelt onto the ground and began to cast incantations, her wand directed into the building under their feet.
Draco pulled his candy out and tossed one into his mouth as he watched Granger, on her knees. There was something erotic about the position, obviously and he was more than grateful for the choice of legwear but more than that, her focus was charming. Her eyes were intense as he murmured incantation after incantation. Her full lips moved around the syllables and there was a tiny bead of sweat developing on the back of her neck.
Draco tossed another chocolate covered peanut butter bite into his mouth.
“Would you stop crunching in our ears, Draco!” Theo hissed into theirs.
Deliberately, Draco tossed the remaining bit of candy into his mouth and chewed slowly.
Granger looked over her shoulder and lifted a brow at him.
Draco shrugged.
“You’re a cunt.” Theo growled and Draco laughed.
Granger was smiling as she stood and nodded her head at him.
“Apparate away, team.” Draco reached out a hand to Granger.
When she took it, Draco hauled her into his side. “Where to, darling?” He lowered his face closer to hers and his voice did that thing, again. It dipped low as he breathed in her sweet, citrusy scent. She did that thing where her cheeks filled with a lovely shade of pink.
She cleared her throat. “Straight down, two feet to the left.” Her voice had softened, caressing his ears and his face.
“As you wish.” He murmured into her temple as he tightened his hold around her and diapparated them off the rooftop.
#my writing#fanfic#dramione#dramione fanfic#hermione granger#harry potter#draco malfoy#hermione x draco#draco x hermione#the#theo and draco#theo nott#theomione#partners#partners in crime#ginny w#ginny weasley#seamus#seamus finnigan#teddy lupin#dramione fanfiction#dramione fandom#dramione fan fiction#dramione ship
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A lot of people have been asking about some things I dislike about Hazbin so far, so to save space, I’m answering here! I try to watch as objectively as possible, meaning I just like what I like and dislike what I dislike. I like a lot about the show too - that’s for another post. This is a reminder too that you can give criticism without being snarky and terrible.
1. I agree with what everyone says about the pacing. A lot is happening very fast.
2. I’m okay with most of the voices, but honestly Vaggie sounds devoid of any emotion to me. I’m not sure why because I don’t remember that being an issue in Encanto, but here it’s like she’s reading lines for the first time in the most monotone voice ever. I also don’t like Brandon as Katie Killjoy. Blitz is a favorite of mine, but the original voice was good, and I just never find men voicing women all that funny - more annoying. (Thinking of Bob’s Burgers and Venture Bros)
3. I don’t like Carmilla Carmine’s design. I don’t even understand the theme. Maybe I’m missing something, but her huge hands look wonky to me?
4. I’m having some trouble feeling as invested in some of the main characters as I do with Helluva, oddly. But I’ll leave that to a timing thing and say I need to get to know them more. I really hope Chaggie gets more attention and development moving forward.
Now let me pause from the criticism for a minute to say I adore Nifty and Sir Pentious. Their moments have great comedic timing and remind me of older cartoons. I love when series gives breaks not to take themselves too seriously. Even Alastor has a few good moments like that!
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Detective Satan and assistant MC [Obey me Fic+Art]
A/N: Hello @tulipsaisle ! I'm your secret Santa! I decided to write a fic about an adventure with Satan and the mc :) I hope you enjoy it and -
MERRY CHRISTMAS HOHOHO
Thanks @lemeowade for organising this event <3
(Btw I didn't get to proofread it, 'cause it's exam period for me now haha, I used this event to justify procrastinating lmao)
Rating: General Audiences
Word count: 1275
Masterlist
“Aha! More footsteps! Let’s follow them.” Satan cried out. You had been following the same trail of footsteps for 20 minutes already. You crossed the street, walked past majolish and that one store where Levi gets his manga. “Are you sure that it stayed within the city?” you asked, “If it left the city then there is no way we’ll find it again.” Satan wagged his finger. “Tsk, no no. Rule number one of sleuthing. Never give up once you have a trail. We will find this cat, even if it’s the last thing I’ll do!”
(1 hour earlier)
You and Satan left the catcafé after a well deserved break. A couple of weeks ago the place opened and the two of you had already become regulars, the cats even looked up when hearing your names. Quite adorable. “Did you see how Nifty rubbed her hear against me?” Satan asked, still on a high from the affection he got from the feline. “I did.” You responded. “It was so adorable! And the bell around her neck clanged so happily when you started playing with him.” Satan smiled more at that comment. The cats really seemed to like him and it was the biggest piece of joy in his life. You decided to head back to the house of Lamentation, because you still needed to study for a human charming test. Memorising spells sucks. You thought. You were looking around, trying to find anything and everything to use as an excuse not to go home when you suddenly saw Asmo running across the street. “GET BACK HERE YOU THIEF!” He yelled. “What is this all about?” You commented. Satan looked up, seemingly indifferent about the situation. “Hm? Don’t know, don’t care.” He said as he walked past his screeching brother. Asmo continued as he continued running into an ally. “GIVE ME MY NECKLACE BACK CAT! YOU FIEND!” …. Satan’s head whipped around and he came to a halt. “Cat?” He whispered. “Did he just say… Cat?” He enunciated every word. “I guess.” You said. “Let’s see what’s happening” He quickly responded. He grabbed your hand and rushed into the ally, following his brother. Wow, he switched his attitude quickly after hearing the word cat. You thought. However, you were very grateful to Asmo’s screeching. Now you could procrastinate more, yes!
The two of you entered the ally and saw Asmo yelling to a furry creature sitting atop the wall that closes the ally. “I said! Give it back!” He cried. The cat didn’t seem to pay him much mind. He wagged his tail while holding on to a shiny gold necklace. “What is going on?” Satan questioned. Asmo turned around: “O perfect!” He said, tears welling up in his eyes. “I just returned from buying that gorgeous necklace. I was going to wear it to school tomorrow, ‘cause it matched a shirt I have perfectly. However,” He turned again, now facing the cat. “This little THIEF, stole it from me!” The cat wagged his tail again, content to be out of reach. “I have been chasing it all through town!” The cat purred, enjoying the show. However, it soon became bored. It turned around and hopped down to the other side of the wall. “NOOO” Asmo cried once more. How can someone yell that much? You questioned. “Now I’ll never find it again.” He dejectedly looked down. “No need to fear dear younger brother of mine.” Satan said in a voice that can only be described as the voice of a protagonist. “It is clear to me now. This is a case for a detective and his assistant.” He put on a detective hat and was holding a magnifying glass. Where did those come from? “We will find that necklace for you!” He grabbed your hand. “Detective Satan and his assistant are on the care!” You interjected. “Can’t we both be detectives? Why do I have to be an assistant.” “Because every detective needs an assistant, everyone knows that. And I’m not gonna be one, so..” He shrugged his shoulders and Asmo asked. “So, will you two return my necklace?” Satan put his nose up into the air; “Of course dear younger brother, no need to fear. You just return home and well find that cat and return your jewellery.” “Yay!” Asmo commented. “Then I’ll leave it to you! Bye bye you two.” His good spirits seemed to have returned. Asmo strolled out of the ally, leaving Satan and you by yourselves. Wait no. I mean detective Satan and his assistant! “So, where do we start?” You asked. “Find clues.” He responded. “So, lets follow the trail this cat left behind until we find him and solve the case of the lost necklace!”
(Back to the present)
“Satan, we have been running around for over forty-five minutes, we questioned a bunch of people and cats and we’ve lost our trail. Maybe it’s time to call it quits and go home.” Your watch indicated that it was almost time for dinner. Luckily it wasn’t your day to cook, but still, you had had it with the detective stuff. “No!” He interjected. “We still haven’t found the cat, nor the necklace! We can’t return now. Asmo will lose all hope.” Right, that’s the reason. Not ‘cause you wanna continue playing Sherlock Holmes. “Fine. However, if we don’t find any more clues in the next fifteen minutes then I’m going home.” You said, giving an ultimatum. “Deal.” he quickly responded. You let out a sigh. The cat had disappeared from your sight a while ago, the chance that you’ll find it again was quite slim. However, the blond haired demon next to you refused to give up. It was quite admirable.
You continued your search, questioning more passerbys and cats. You wondered if Satan really had learned the language of cats or if he was just messing around in the name of ‘questioning their kind’. Several minutes passed with no luck in finding clues. You looked at your watch once more: “It’s been fifteen minutes, Satan. Let’s return, I don’t think we’re gonna find it again.” You said to him, “Let’s give this one to the cats.” Satan looked down dejectedly. You were right. “It seems the great detective Satan has failed.” He sighed. You grabbed his hand and started walking towards the house of Lamentation. You passed the bookshop, the grocery store, the cat café where you were sitting an hour and a half ago and majolish where the crime first took place. Your eyes swept over the small ally next to the store. A flash shooting across it. Huh? You thought. What was that? Satan was still walking next to you. At first he was unaware of your discovery, he was still gloomy about his failure as a detective. However, then he felt you slowing your steps and your gaze was focused on a dark ally. “What is i-” He started, but he was interrupted when you swiftly pulled him into the ally. “There it is! The culprit!” You yelled. “What?!” He questioned perplexed. You let go of his hand, stealthily snuck upon the cat (without being noticed) and grabbed the necklace that he was holding in his mouth! “Got it! I got it, Satan!” You celebrated. You had been victorious! Satan grabbed your shoulders, a smile on his face. “Good job! Detective Satan and his assistant do it again!” Your brows furrowed. You shook your head, removed the detective hat from his head and put it on yourself. “Wrong.” You paused, looking at him dramatically. “It was detective MC and assistant Satan who cracked the case.”
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Another 10 Thrifting tips
I’ve written a few posts about thrifting tips and recently I’ve watched a few Youtube videos and had a few thrifting experiences that have crystalized a couple of things for me.
Hold out for the perfect piece. For the last year I’ve had a side table beside my couch that was literally just a marble cutting board glued on top of a wire plant stand. It wasn’t quite tall enough, it wasn’t quite wide enough, it had no storage. But it was good enough to serve until I found the right thing – I was holding out for the perfect side table and today I found it. Not too big, not too small, wide enough with a storage shelf underneath to hold all the bits I want to keep next to the couch but don’t want cluttering up the table top. It took me a year to find the right one and I could have bought a dozen almost-right side tables in that time but I’m so glad I held out. Use something that’s not perfect but works well enough for now, it is totally worth it to hold out for the perfect piece.
“Rent” pieces from the thrift store. Something that’s good enough for now can be purchased from a thrift store and go right on back when it’s no longer needed/wanted. Pay a small amount for filler piece to serve until you find the perfect piece. Whether that’s furniture or decor or household items. If you need something and can’t afford to shell out $$$ to buy the perfect piece now, buy a good enough piece from the thrift store and when you don’t need it, re-donate and consider the price you originally paid a rental fee. If you pay $20 for an okay chair and use it for a year until you find THE chair, then your $20 isn’t wasted.
If you have 5000 re-usable bags your local thrift store will be grateful for them.
Gallery walls are the easiest way to inject individuality into a space and the easiest way to acquire unique pieces for a gallery wall is to scour thrift stores.
ART. You can pick up real actual art at thrift stores. I’ve got some lovely paintings and ink drawings that I’ve picked up thrifting and I’ve never paid more than $30 for a piece of original art. Go on buy that weird art that speaks to you, have a home that doesn’t look like everyone else’s.
Frames. I don’t remember the last time I bought a new frame. If I want to frame something I go to the thrift store and find something that I like the frame but not what’s in it. It’s soooooo easy to re-use thrifted frames. Often I’ll buy frames when I don’t even have anything to put in them, I keep a stash of great frames that I’ll use one day.
Learn to let things go to other people. It can be really hard when you come across something that’s a really good deal! Or it’s so unique! Or it’s almost perfect! You can really like or even love something and still leave it at the thrift store if you don’t need or have a place for it or it’s not quite right. It’s okay, give yourself permission to let it go and know that someone else is gonna love it. (Of course, if you go back and it’s still there then obviously you were meant to have it)
Any vessel can be a plant pot. Either use it as a cover pot for a plastic nursery pot or invest in a drill bit made for ceramic and drill your own drainage holes. I have a lot of plants and I go around the thrift store going ‘I could put a plant in that’. Yes, I have a cactus in a chamber pot.
Learn what things are worth, this is how you spot the diamonds in the rough and how you know when something’s overpriced. Watch re-sellers on Youtube, (Laura Caldwell, The Crazy Lamp Lady, The Antique Nomad and Real Nifty Vintage are all very knowledgeable and are very generous with their knowledge) you can learn so much from someone who thrifts for a living. If you see something you like then look it up, just plug every description you can think of into Google, I find it helpful to look at the Image results and check out anything that looks like the thing I’m searching. Search things on Ebay, FB Marketplace, whatever website people use to sell their second-hand stuff in your country. Look for very detailed listings that give a lot of info about the piece. Usually if the listing has a lot of info it’s because the seller knows what they’ve got and what it’s worth so you can learn a lot even if you’re not going to buy from them.
When buying second-hand online use very general search terms. I go on FB Marketplace every few days and just search the terms ‘antique’ and ‘vintage’ to see what cool old stuff is available in my area. This is how you pick things up cheap from people who don’t know exactly what it is they’ve got. I also am obsessed with vases and once a week will go on Trademe (the New Zealand equivalent of Ebay) and look under Antiques & Collectables and just scroll through all the vases. It’s amazing how often someone’s advertising something as vintage or retro when I recognize it is way older than they think and they’re way under-pricing it - I’ve got a WW1 trench-art vase being sent to me right now that I bought for a whole 25 bucks, it’s probably worth about 150.
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Hi Glitch!
So I’m schizoaffective, and one of the traits I really struggle with is memory recall. It makes learning in any formal/tradition sense extremely difficult because everything’s based on quizzing, and when I get something wrong I can’t physically remember/keep track of what the correct/wrong thing is. To demonstrate, if I spell a word wrong and get corrected, I’ll remember both spellings-the right and the wrong but I won’t be able to recall which is which. The more I try over and over the less I’m able to grasp the correct one.
What does work for me is correct repetition. So if I want to learn to spell something writing the correct spelling using a reference over and over-if I never give myself the chance to get it wrong there’s only one thing to remember and it’ll be correct. This has worked really well for me for self directed learning.
Anyways, I’m trying to learn a cultural language I don’t speak natively (it’s extremely important to me). Im extremely low income so I’m doing it with free sources, not formally with classes. But all the free sources involve quizzes and it’s hard bc when it’s simple shit (for example one word translations like “what’s the word for dog?”) it’s easy for me to look it up so I never get it wrong, but when it’s more complicated shit online translators are often wrong. This goes double bc the language I’m working with uses characters so a lot of language learning things don’t have anything in my target language in the first place.
Which is why I’m writing you! I was wondering if you or any of your followers have found any additional hacks for this? I know a lot of us have these memory recall issues and I don’t think I’m the only one attempting to be multilingual. The hack of “look up the right answer” has gotten me really far, but it seems I’m reaching the limitations. And “just talk to people”/“hire a tutor” or “don’t learn a language” don’t really work for my situation.
Thank you so much in advance!
Hey there! So as I understand it, you need a lot of correct repetition to commit something to memory and are looking for resources or tips on how to accomplish that, or a different approach.
So for language learning, I don't know if this is helpful, but something I've used in the past to help me memorize things is a program called Anki. It's essentially a nifty little flashcard program. You may be able to find community made flashcard collections for the language you're learning, but if not, you can also make your own sets.
It basically works in a way where you choose how many cards you want to review per day, and then you basically see the card and then you think of the answer yourself. And then you get the answer. And then you click if it was easy, hard, in-between etc. And then the program makes sure you'll see it more times during the session until you are confident in that one, and then they all come on a roster so you'll get new ones over time, while still reviewing older ones automatically.
It was really helpful to me for when I was having the neurological psychology course because there was a lot of memorization involved, which is not my strong suit either.
Aside from that, the best I can suggest is trying to see if you can find communities online or offline of other learners, where you can encourage each other and have little interactions in the language. If it's possible.
Another thing that has really helped me in the past for learning foreign languages, is to try to get creative with it. So whenever I learned a new term or sentence structure or whatever, I used it to write little simple dialogues that were more iconic/easier to remember and gave me the option to use it for myself.
I hope some of this might be helpful, though it's more general advice.
Best of luck with it!
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Turn It Off
(Original song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5KSBEChzpMM)
Hitaru: It isn’t that I don’t believe it’s possible, it’s just...
I’ve spent so long...simply keeping quiet and waiting...and sometimes, I...
???: I’ve got a feeling
That you could be feeling
A whole lot better than you feel today
Hitaru: Wait, who’s...
???: You say you got a problem?
Well that’s no problem
It’s super easy not to feel that way
Hitaru: Wait...y-you’re...
???: When you start to get confused because of thoughts in your head
Don’t feel those feelings
Hold them in instead!
Turn it off!
Like a light switch!
Just go click!
It’s our cool little family trick!
I do it all the time!
When you’re feeling certain feelings that just don’t seem right
Treat those pesky feelings like a reading light
And turn them off!
Like a light switch
Just go bap!
Really, what’s so hard about that?
Turn it off!
Turn it off, right?
Hitaru: Since I was young, mom n’ dad
Would treat us all real bad
Every time they couldn’t find their muse
They’d be acting manic, and I’d start to panic
“How’m I gonna keep those three from getting abused?”
I’d see them all scared, and my soul was dying
And Father said to me, “Now don’t you dare start crying…”
???: Turn it off!
Like a light switch
Just go flick!
It’s our nifty little family trick!
Turn it off
Turn! It! off!
Hitaru: Iroha tried her hardest
but she was no artist
Mother was ashamed and she locked her away
Then one day we saw
She could paint and draw
Our parents finally gave her a place to stay
Then one day, she was gone
And I thought I’d just missed her
And Mother then asked me
“Where is your sister?”
???: Turn it off!
Bid those sad feelings adieu!
Hitaru: The fear that all I ever did was fail you...
???: And now she says she’ll save us all from this cursed place,
But she’s gotta come do a break-in first?
That’s dangerous and crazy, she’s only just a baby
If our parents catch her here, that’s so much worse!
They’ll hurt her, I know, and she’ll be trapped forever,
And it all will be my fault, I should’ve never…
Hitaru: WHOA!
Turn it off!
Like a light switch
There, it’s gone!
My happier side just won!
I’m all better now!
Iroha’s brave and smart, she’s got this all in the bag
So if you’re worried her plan might hit a snag
Turn it off!
???: Well, Hitaru-chan, I think it’s okay that we’re having all these negative thoughts, just as long as we don’t show them to our family.
Hitaru: No!
Cause then we’re just keeping it down
Like a dimmer switch on low (On low!)
Thinking “Nobody needs to know!” (Uh oh!)
But that’s not true!
Being scared is bad, but lying is worse
Now I realize we have a curable curse
I’ll turn it ooooff!
Turn it off!
♩ ♪ ♫ ♬
Turn it off!
???: Now how do you feel?
Hitaru: …The same
But I know that my parents are to blame
I’m not gonna let things stand like this
Imagine that my brain is made of tiny boxes
I’ll find the box that’s scared and
CRUSH IT!
Okay?
Choir: ALRIGHT! IT WORKED!
YAAAAY!
Hitaru&Choir: Turn it off, turn it off!
Turn it off, turn it off!
Turn it off!
Like a light switch,
Just go click! Click! Click!
What a cool little family trick!
I do it all the time!
When you’re feeling certain feelings that just don’t seem right,
Treat those pesky feelings like a reading light
And turn it off!
(Like a light switch on a cord!)
Now I’m not afraid and I
Turned it, turn it, turn it, turn it,
Turn it, turn it, turn it, turn it,
Tu-u-urn it…
Hitaru: Turn it off!
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Since you're talking about orgasms, can I ask what does an orgasm feel like? I'm a virgin and will prob not have sex till I get married because of my conservative country. but...... that doesnt mean i havent been experimenting myself. when i watch/read porn i usually just cross my legs and squeeze lol and when i do get to "climax" im still confused whether that's an orgasm or not?? also i tried rubbing my clit but i can never get to the high i achieved like from crossing my legs?? i also tried a couple of times sticking my finger in but i can never find the gspot?? :( like it never feels pleasurable, help
Oh gosh, I’m not totally sure I’m going to be able to answer this in a satisfactory way, but I’ll give it a shot!
First off, just want to qualify that everyone’s orgasms are different, and that what I’m going to describe is just how my orgasms feel, and hopefully give you a general idea of what to expect.
What you’re most likely experiencing when you squeeze your thighs together is clitoral stimulation, and it may or may not be an orgasm. Orgasm through clitoral stimulation was the first type of orgasm I was ever able to achieve, and a lot of people with vaginas can only achieve orgasm on this way. The clit is located at the apex of the labia minora on the vulva (here is a nifty link to a diagram that goes over basic vulvar anatomy if you need a roadmap)
This is not going to be clinical at all, lol, but the best way I can describe it is starting almost as a tickling sensation, kind of like the buildup to a sneeze, with a certain amount of pressure slowly growing. One of the ways I’ve seen quite a few of us describe it in fics is as a “coil gathering” and I feel like that’s accurate. All the muscles in my core get tighter as it builds, sometimes I have to hold my breath because it gets really intense, and then I know it hits when the pressure breaks. It’s very much a release for me when it happens, every muscle in my body relaxes (sometimes I shake for a minute or so), I let out a deep breath (often as a moan or if it’s really good a scream), and I just sort of feel this rush of really intense pleasure kind of shoot from my vag up to my brain and feel great.
Another thing to note (again, just me, not necessarily the norm) is that it is significantly easier for me to achieve orgasm if I’ve already come once. I don’t have that long of a refractory period (maybe thirty seconds before I feel okay to start touching my clit again) and if I feel like it I can usually make myself come three or four more times.
Now, the g-spot. Do not feel bad if you’re having trouble finding it! It’s most prominent when you’re aroused, so if you’re trying to locate it when you’re not in the mood, that could’ve the problem. It’s typically located about two inches inside the roof of the vaginal canal, and you’ll want to feel for a rougher patch of flesh. The best way to find it is to make a “come hither” motion with your finger until you find a spot that feels good. The g-spot is actually an extension of the clitoral nerves, but for me it’s a very different type of orgasm, less intense than straight clitoral stimulation, I’ve found that when I get to the point of release is a much slower come down, rather than the rapid break and relaxation. But remember, not every person with a vagina can come from vaginal stimulation, so if you cannot find your g-spot or if it does not result in orgasm, it is nothing to be ashamed of.
Another thing to note is that stimulating the g-spot can sometimes result in female ejaculation or squirting, so I wanted to provide some insight on that as well! Squirting is a result of friction on the Skene’s gland, which surrounds the urethra about where the g-spot is located, and produces a substance similar to prostatic fluid when it is stimulated through sexual activity. The most important things to know about squirting are a)not everyone with a vagina has a Skene’s gland, and even in those that do, there is no guarantee that stimulation will result in squirting (so any dude who tells you he can make every girl squirt is a liar) and b)squirting is not always the result of an orgasm, it can literally happen just from the stimulation. Please also note that “squirting” is not always actually the violent expulsion of fluid you see in porn, sometimes it’s just a gush.
I hope this was helpful!
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Thess vs Lost Words: A Review
Okay. So. Lost Words: Beyond the Page from a game perspective. And I’ll begin with this:
Occasionally, I’ll stream what I’m gaming to @true0neutral via Discord so we can chat while I’m doing a thing. Even back when the phone was a thing, I was never comfortable chatting unless I was doing something. This time, though, it wasn’t just for me to have something to do. I’ve done this a few times, where I’ve really enjoyed a game and wanted to give a view of what I was playing because it was the kind of thing that I couldn’t describe well enough for someone who wants to go into game development. I can be really impressed with the rendering / art style / mechanics, but I won’t appreciate it quite as much as someone who’s actually studying for an eventual career in the industry. So today, I went through the start of three different games
Dredge, because he’d heard a lot about it given all the rave reviews and seeing it actually played is probably better for forming your own opinion about that kind of thing
I Am Dead, because of the nifty slice / cutaway / x-ray vision mechanic and the cel shaded animation
Lost Words: Beyond the Page, largely for its messing-with-the-set-dressing mechanics and how it incorporates everything, including the narration, into the game mechanics
This is actually in backwards order; I showed him Lost Words first. Put it this way: he bought Lost Words immediately, and started talking about various people he was looking very forward to showing the game. So ... yeah, that says a lot for my taste, I guess.
Story-wise, it’s very clever, and touching, and sad. And ... like, this isn’t the first story I’ve encountered written by someone whose father is one of my favourite authors. Or ‘was’, I guess; a lot of people have surpassed Stephen King on my favourites list by now, and I think Joe Hill, his son, is one of them. They’ve got very different styles - Hill weighs his words carefully, whereas King has himself admitted that he has “diarrhoea of the word processor” - but ... every so often, you can see those sneaking little similarities. Well, it’s the same thing here. Rhianna Pratchett ... well, given the nature of the story, it’d be weird to find Sir Terry’s sociopolitical commentary in Lost Words, but ... hell, half the conceit of this is based on “story as very direct allegory, to look at the bad things in the world without feeling so crushed by them”, and that’s a lot of what Sir Terry wrote. Also, she has his love of footnotes and asides. Which is fun in text but even more fun in game because it becomes a little Easter egg mini-game kind of thing.
So now we talk about the mechanics. Messing with the set dressing is a time-honoured video game mechanic, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen it done this cleverly, or this seamlessly. One of the best parts is that no one can get on people’s case about wanting or needing subtitles, because the subtitles are literally required. They’re part of the game’s central mechanic, as well as its central theme: stories mean things, stories are made of words, therefore words mean things and have power and remain even after someone’s gone. Hell, even the end credits are playable, with the ‘footnotes’ you track down adding colour and context to them as much as they did in the other places they turned up.
What kind of game is it? Well, it’s a side-scroller, and a platformer, and an interactive story, and a RPG (there is some base character creation element and while your choices are mostly for colour and nuance, those matter more in a game like this than they do in most), and a puzzle game. I could say a lot more about it, but it’s the kind of thing best experienced. Let’s just say that words have all the power here.
One last note about the story: depending on how you play it, it can give a lot of insight into who you are as a person. I made my first decisions as ... well, me. And I noticed something - unless I was entirely denied the option, I always took the choice that involved fighting - not combat-related, because there isn’t any, but ... I guess it can be summed up with a Dylan Thomas quote: “do not go gentle into that good night”. Face something or run? I faced it. Thrash or cry? I thrashed. It’s just how I deal with things - head on as much as possible. I think it gave me a glimpse of why I’ve been told more than once that I’m brave.
Anyway, consider this my very strong recommendation for Lost Words: Beyond the Page. It’s not a long game, but it’s clever and cute and sad and sweet and full of heart and so worth your time. ...Bring tissues.
Rhianna thanked her father in the credits. I think Sir Terry’d be proud.
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Scent | Mate Series
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Derek x Y/N
Summary: Derek is getting suspicious of you, you're hiding something and he wants to know what
Warnings: not really I think but just in case, as always, read at your own risk
A/N: This is Part One | Next Part
This whole thing is a whole family pack au and mate au, OC stuff in later chapters but I really loved writing this and love the idea of a family pack <3
You walked into Scott’s house, happily smiling at everyone gathered around the table, noticing that even Derek had showed this time. The wolves seemed to carry on about their business as you muttered something about dinner and moved to the kitchen. “I don’t like that ya know?” You jumped a little, turning to Derek and smiling in confusion. He sniffed the air, “All I can smell is your strawberry shortcake lotion. You use too much.” You scoffed, turning to the food, “I don’t care, go smell someone else.” He shook his head, “Why? I don’t like not being able to smell you.” You looked at him, eyebrows raised, "Derek, I know what you wolves do, it's a violation of privacy, I like my emotions being mine." Derek huffed under his breath, "Just trying to care." He turned and walked out of the kitchen.
You couldn't help but wonder if you'd been excessively hateful, but you were right. You knew better than anyone, wolves violate your privacy whenever they can by just smelling you, let alone with serious practice what they can do. You could never keep a secret around a pack of wolves, and living in Beacon Hills with the extra wolf sense going around is no different. It's better to just hide your scent all together. You of course knew how to do this very well without the nifty supernatural trick; putting lotion over your scent glands regularly, wearing tight clothes, and lots of deodorant. You sighed to yourself as you thought of how different it could be if you could come clean.
Derek hung back after the meeting, watching as you waved everyone goodbye, claiming he was cleanup help since you cooked. "What's up Derek?" Scott said once the door shut. "Y/n," Derek started, turning to Scott, hand rubbing his scruff nervously, "has she always covered her scent like that?" Scott's eyebrows furrowed, "Now that I think about it, yeah, why?" Derek shrugged, acting like it was no big deal but wanted to put the fuze out before it went to far, "Dunno, she's just the only one that does it, even Lydia with the amount of crap she wears, I can smell her," he sighed, "it's like Y/n is hiding something man, I've just never once smelled her." Derek shook his head, "I mean, it's never bothered you? Not being able to smell her?"
Scott could sense something he hadn't ever before with Derek, a sense of need, like when Stiles called to him when he almost lit himself on fire. "She just wants her privacy, she knows we can smell fear, anxiety, joy, embarrassment," he slapped Dereks shoulder, "relax man, are you really worried Y/n is out to get you?" Dereks hands fell next to him, "Something like that." Derek said his goodbyes to Scott and happily Stiles, as over the years he's grown to love the wild man, and left wondering about you.
At the next pack meeting, this time in his loft, you were the last one in again. As everyone was catching up and cutting up, Derek found his way beside you, "I don't like that one, it smells sour, what is it?" You blushed just slightly, "I don't know some cucumber mix." Derek huffed, "If all I can smell is fake shit, at least something good, citrus, sweet or somethin'," he shrugged as he made his way to the table.
You'd all been discussing new training for the supernatural creatures drawn in by the Nemeton and handling the strays that don't fall in line with the help of the argents. Derek was next to you, something you knew was no coincidence as he'd swapped places with Scott at some point. He reached over to the map in front of you, trying to rub just your shirt, but you slyly moved your arm, muttering an apology, "Oh, sorry," but Derek didn't miss the extra heartbeat, even if just for a second. What is going on with you?
A few days later you find yourself climbing in the passenger of Stiles' jeep, just leaving your house after reapplying lotion, knowing that you were going to Dereks' for pack training. "Scott needed a ride today, that okay?" Stiles quizzed you, studying you as you answered with a hum. "Everything alright?" he reiterated, turning the music up. You shrugged, "I just have a feeling something is going on." Stiles gave you a sympathetic smile as he pulled up to Scott's.
Scott climbed in Stiles' back seat, glancing at you, consciously aware that you only smelled like mixed berry lotion, smiling, "Hey, Y/n, how was your day?" You shrugged, "The usual, excited for some pack time." Scott listened to your steady beat, kicking himself for even listening. The ride to Dereks normal while you intently listened to Stiles ramble. It was impossible not to notice that something was bothering Scott, you just hoped it wasn't you.
Scott was the first to knock on the door, Stiles following impatiently while you stood behind the two men. Derek slid the door open, looking over the two men and directly smiling at you, welcoming you all in. You followed closely in behind Stiles, narrowly missing Derek. You sense him reaching forward, out for the small of your back, you quickly stepped out of the way and to the kitchen, hoping your heartbeat was steady. "So what am I making?"
You worked on finishing up the tacos, careful to clean up any mess you made and wash the used pans. You had Liam lay out the table who was cooling off from a tough session with Isaac. He was really slinging the plates down, you put your hand just inches from his, stopping him from laying another plate down, "Liam," his eyes connected with yours, "listen to my heart, get yours to match it." Liam shook his head, starting to lay another plate down, clearly frustrated, but you spoke again, "Liam," you sighed, "it is okay to lose control and get angry, but get it back. Take a breath, control your heart rate, ground yourself." Liam took a deep breath in as you guided him, smiling at you before gently setting the plates down. You could feel the anger dissipating from him as he did.
"Thank you for helping," you muttered as you rubbed his shoulder comfortingly, making sure your sleeve covers your bare hand, smiling at him, "I'm gonna go get them." You walked into the training room, sweat and power smacking you in the face, "Dinner's ready!" Scott and Derek let go of each other, playfully draping their arms around each other, "You wanna spar, Y/n?" Derek asked and you laughed, a sound that blessed his ears, "Uh, no thank you, I'll leave that to the big bad wolves." Scott smiled, "Come on! Even Stiles trains!" Stiles jumps at this, pointing to Scott, "Hey!" Causing everyone to erupt into laughter, you smiled, "Who else is gonna cook?" At that Stiles interjected again, heading to the meal, "Not it!"
After you all ate you helped Liam collect and wash dishes, Derek watching you dodge every corner of the tablecloth, studied your moments as you put up pates, careful to not touch them with your bare hands. He thought to himself as he watched you that he was reading way too much into it. That you were just a private polite person, but something was rubbing him the wrong way, something he was missing. As you put away the last dish, Stiles stood up, smiling, "Bye, sour wolf." Derek glared at him but turned to you who was side by side with Stiles, your arm around his waist, also heading out, "See you later, sour wolf."
Scott trailed behind, making sure you and Stiles were out of earshot. "Man, what is your problem I can literally see the fury coming off of you." Derek glared at Scott, "Y/n, she just-" Scott rolled his eyes, "You can't be serious, not with this again." Derek rubbed his face, "Man, I'm telling you," he shook his head, clearly troubled, "She won't let me touch her! At all, I'm talking not even an accidental brush," Derek spoke lower, "She wouldn't train because that causes sweat, we could smell her, won't even touch the tablecloth. She washes every dish she uses, won't touch the plates with her bare hands? The plates?" Scott could tell Derek was genuinely upset by this, "Why does this bother you so much man?" Derek sighed, "I don't know," he drug broth his hands over his face, an attempt to rub the stress away, "I don't think she'd hurt us of course, but she's definitely- Scott, there's too many questions I need answered." Scott sighed, "Okay, if it means that much to you, I'll look into it." Scott started walking and that's when you snapped back into Stiles honking the horn of the car, you giggling with him as Scott came rushing out.
How much longer could you hide your secret?
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Maternal Feelings
There she was.
Her tiny granddaughter.
She had a bit lighter skin than Luz and just about Amity’s hair color. And she was so damn tiny.
Eda found herself getting scared, suddenly. This was a really small kid. This was like, a stupidly small child. She would not hold that baby for any number of snails.
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Eda meets her newborn grandddaughter for the first time.
I don't know man I'm just chucking out words rn like I'm running from something.
But I had this thought of Eda meeting a very small child and my stupid brain was like "We can do that instead of sleeping" xD
So yeah, have this incredibly fluffy oneshot about Eda coming to terms with her Momma feelings and adjusting to being a grandma.
I just really wanted Eda to get emotional over a baby
Don't even ask Idk
Have fun reading! <3
Ao3 / FF.net
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Eda had never been the most maternal.
Not in her youth, not when she had found King, and not when she had sort of adopted and sheltered Luz until she had graduated and been able to stand on her own two feet.
Not when King had taken her name and not when Amity had asked her for Luz’s hand, which had in truth just been a mockery of her parents’ traditions and had given Eda nothing more than an excuse to drink some apple blood with her future daughter-in-law.
Of course, she had seen Luz as a daughter at some point, had called herself her mother, had cared for her.
She had made their meals, had helped Luz with the homework – even if that had disgusted her – she had taught Luz and King everything she knew, she had tucked King in, cared for Luz when she had gotten sick or sad. She had of course done everything in her power to make sure her kids were content and happy.
That didn’t mean she had felt as though she was a mother. She had liked pretending to be the sort of crazy aunt, in charge of all the bad decisions.
But she had never seen herself as maternal.
Well, she supposed that came from not really setting any rules. When she had been younger, she had always been under the impression that mothers had to set rules, educate their children, and raise them. She had never really raised King or Luz.
She had just sort of made them laugh, given them food, and then they hadn’t left anymore. Like the free-loaders they were. Kind of like pests, actually.
It had always made them laugh if she had called them that. It had made her laugh.
Because she loved them, of course. She didn’t know love alone could turn her, the irresponsible, free-spirited wild witch a mother.
She supposed she had been a mother for King and Luz. Without setting rules, without all the raising stuff. She supposed her kids had turned her the littlest bit maternal.
Was it normal for friends to stay up at night and change the cold applications on Luz’s forehead in the hopes of bringing her fever down? Was it called caring and loving when she went out of her way to get King’s favorite toy, to get Luz the food she could actually digest, to make sure King was free of fleas and bathed and tucked in at night?
Did it make her a mother if she risked her own life to ensure they could lead a happy life?
Eda never knew the line between loving, as friends, and maternal.
Raine had started calling her out on her maternal feelings once she got the littlest bit protective of Luz.
Well, it wasn’t her fault that everything made her jump after Belos had almost – had, in fact – killed Luz on the day of unity. It wasn’t her fault that she woke up at night in a cold sweat, rushing to check on her daughter in the room next to hers sleeping peacefully, only to return to a sleepy Raine dazedly grinning at her with a smug, shit-eating expression of “Told you so”.
Every time, they would roll over their mattress in her nest and wrap an arm around her waist and tell her she was such a sweet mother.
Well, she was. She was the Momma of the Owl House.
But maternal?
Eda supposed she was.
After all, even if friends would do the same as her, a mother would make sure everything stayed safe and protected in her house. Making sure there was food on the table that Luz could eat. Making sure King was feeling loved, despite having discovered his past.
Making sure Luz had all her school materials, spending money on icky, stupid books. Giving her an allowance. Keeping her and King safe.
Well, Eda had never really tried finding a definition for maternal. All the love she had gained for King and Luz had just been that to her – love. And it had been enough.
She had loved calling herself Momma and had loved treating Luz like her daughter and King like her son, and she had loved calling them her kids. She just supposed the word itself – maternal – didn’t exactly describe what she was. She, herself, as Eda the Owl Lady, the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles, an agent of chaos and the most daring criminal history had ever seen.
She had just assumed a mother wouldn’t call herself these titles.
Seemed like her view of a mother had been wrong.
Any person could be a mother, a parent, a father, or anything remotely close to this. And she supposed, caring for Luz and King, taking them in, giving them food, kind of did make her a maternal person, while never losing her pride as a criminal and generally irresponsible person.
A mother.
Well, whatever a mother was, or whatever maternal feelings were, or whatever she defined herself at and whatever she did for Luz and King.
Here she found herself, fidgeting next to her spouse, her excited teenage son in tow who was already towering over her height, in front of the healer’s coven building.
Whatever a mother was, she would probably feel that way. Well, Camila – Luz’s other mother – next to her other side was buzzing in excitement just as much as she was. The two women exchanged a glance before Camila gave her a small smile and she felt Raine taking her hand.
King gave a groan when he finally placed his claws on Eda’s and Camila’s shoulders and pushed them up the three steps into the main entrance, rolling his eyes.
After Belos had been taken down – after he had actually very much killed Luz, Eda had just brought her back to life – Luz and her friends had taken on graduation while the Boiling Isles had experienced a change in the government. Covens were no longer used to steal or limit magic. Instead, they had been used as a way to form a working parliament, with an elected group of government heads. After the gang had graduated, Luz had worked towards getting a way back home while helping establish a stable government form from the makeshift temporary one they had managed to create after Belos’ defeat. Luz had actually helped them quite a bit by telling of experiences made in the human realm, where politics were apparently a lot more twisted than here on the Isles.
Eda and Lilith had been elected as part of the group forming the government, even if Eda had dropped out after one or two periods, while her sister had taken charge like it had been the most natural thing for her.
Discovering that politics hadn’t really been up to her alley – she was way more interested in rebellions than anything else – she had begun building a legal business since she didn’t have to fear being captured anymore. It had gone pretty well.
Raine had started working in the government as well as Amity, while Luz had started working to mastering all forms of glyphs she could find, admitting her studies to the academics, and shortly after, had been offered to become a teacher at Hexside by Bump to teach magicless witches and demons glyph magic.
After traveling the Isles and working on her studies, Luz had accepted and finally settled down with Amity. It really hadn’t been a surprise to Eda when Amity had come to her and Raine with a ring and asked them to marry Eda’s daughter.
After already asking Camila that is.
Eda faintly felt King pushing her into the cool building that smelled like disinfectant – a nifty cleaning drug from the human realm that Luz had introduced them to – before hearing herself asking the receptionist where the room of the Noceda-Blights was.
A kind of bored-looking demon sighed and looked the room number up in the list, before pointing them in the direction. Again, Eda’s feet felt like they had been planted into the tiles below her.
Only after Raine gave her a light push, she moved again.
So, the world now had some sort of order. Nobody was forced into covens anymore, and the coven seals had been removed, setting the magic free again.
Raine and she had married shortly after her daughter had accepted Amity’s proposal, and now, ten years after Luz had first set foot on the Boiling Isles chasing after her book, Eda found herself feeling more maternal than ever. Whatever that meant.
Her hands were fidgety, and not even Raine’s steadying grip could calm her. Camila tried not to look around too much, even after so many years of knowing the Boiling Isles and having visited her daughter regularly, she still wasn’t used to all of it.
Stopping in front of their room, Eda tried breathing through. King sighed again, but Raine shot him a glare and he shut up. At least her spouse understood that this was a big step for her. Looking to her side, Camila tried another smile and Eda nodded at her.
“If you want to, you and King can go ahead. I’ll-… I still need a minute.”
More than willing, Camila accepted. She knocked, and upon hearing Luz’s call, she stepped in. Eda shuffled to the side to let King through, so he could duck through the doorframe and maneuver his broad shoulders in without hitting anything. The door closed and Eda breathed through once more, feeling Raine’s grip tightening.
“How do you feel?”
Shooting them a grin, Eda turned, shrugging and trying to play it cool, “Old, honestly.”
Laughing, Raine pulled her aside to the row of chairs and made her sit down.
“No, I mean, how do you feel about Luz and Amity?”, they tried again and Eda sighed, staring at the blank wooden door with the small eighteen next to it.
“… Proud. I’m proud of them for making this commitment.”, looking back to Raine, she added, “And kind of scared. I haven’t really been the most-… Well, involved.”
Unimpressed, Raine lifted an eyebrow.
“… You’re kidding, right?”
Groaning, Eda shrugged again and leaned back, before closing her eyes, resting her head against the wall.
“I-… I never made the commitment they made. King has his father and Luz has her mother. I was more a friend to them than a mom. Sure, I liked seeing myself that way, and they liked seeing themselves as my kids, but-… It was fun having them. King had always been mostly independent and Luz was already a teenager when I met her. I’ve never-… Well, been around-…”
Raine softly placed their hand on Eda’s hands that she had folded in her lap and when she opened her eyes again, the gaze of her spouse was humored.
“Come on, Eda. How hard can it be to be a not-grandmother?”, at the joke, Eda groaned, “It’s not much different to being a not-mom to your kids.”
Grumbling, she got up again before straightening her back and nodding.
“You know what, you’re right. That kid is family now and whoever the hell cares what a mother or a grandmother is.”
A little confused, Raine got up after her and pumped a fist, albeit half-heartedly.
“That’s the spirit?”, they laughed and Eda huffed, before knocking and getting her own call to be let in.
The room was warm and humid. Eda let in Raine and quickly closed the door after them, not to let too much of the warmth escape, before turning back to her daughter.
Luz looked tired when she approached them.
Well, that wasn’t a surprise, given that she and Amity had arrived in the hospital two days ago before their little daughter had been born just this morning in the earliest hours. She had probably been awake all this time to be there for Amity.
Giving Eda a big hug, she nuzzled her face into the crook of her mother’s neck, before deeply breathing out. Eda could tell that Luz had just overcome a big step for herself.
“… I’m glad you’re here…”, she breathed and Eda wrapped her arms around the now-grown woman, tilting her own head into the embrace. The younger witch snuggled close while Raine squeezed past them to join Camila and King around the crib next to Amity’s bed.
Eda tried so hard not to cry.
This was a happy occasion and she would sure as hell not shed a tear about this. Just when she pressed a little kiss to Luz’s head, a tear rolled into her dark curls as well. Well, there went this promise.
“I’m proud of you, kid.”, she whispered and Luz held her tighter, smiling against her neck, “I’m so, so proud of you. If you ever need some help, I’ll do my damn best to provide.”
Sniffling, Luz nodded, before parting from her.
The exhaustion was evident on her face. She wiped her cheek before Eda placed a hand on her shoulder and caught her gaze. They exchanged a silent smile, then she looked up and around her daughter to her future daughter-in-law on the bed, obviously exhausted as well.
Amity gave a small wave, but it was obvious to see she was under the influence of some strong sedatives. That was the logical thing to do, Eda supposed, to keep her from acting protective over her child while all her family and friends wanted to meet the newest family member.
Witches only carried six months until giving birth, before incubating their pup for another three months. Which was why this room was so damn hot.
But upon giving birth, new mothers would also become a lot more protective of their pups than humans would. Luz had been new to all of this and Eda had had to educate her on the reproduction of witches, because Amity had been too busy laughing. Well, Eda had laughed as well, but not as hard as Luz’s fiancé.
Looking back to her daughter, she finally noticed the bandage she was wearing around one hand. Smirking, she gestured to that.
“Don’t tell me your weak nerd arms gave in.”, she joked and Luz huffed, rubbing the bandage with the healing sticker.
“Amity just had to transform her hand into a damn abomination while in labor. Seriously, who even does that? She sliced my hand right in half.”, grumbling, she looked back to her fiancé and gave her a small smile before looking back to Eda, “I almost missed the birth because the healers had to patch me up first. But there won’t even be a scar because they had my hand reattached just a second after it happened.”
Still grinning, Eda punched her shoulder, then Luz leaned closer to her, lowering her voice.
“Just don’t tell Mami. She’d lose her cool.”
Shaking her head and laughing, Eda walked past her.
“I won’t, don’t worry.”, after making her way around the bed, she sat down on the edge and caught Amity’s dazed gaze, taking her hand after permission, “Hey Minty. How’re you feeling?”
“… ’M good.”, the young witch slurred, trying a small smile, before breathing through and looking to the side where she kept her pup in view, “… Tired.”
Eda nodded, cupping her hand with both of hers, before softly patting the back of her hand.
“Lily will be here this afternoon to look after you two. Your siblings are still in Latissa on Government business, they asked me to tell you because they couldn’t get a hold of you. But they’ll be back tomorrow.”
She could tell that was a lot of information for Amity to process so she made a note to tell Luz as well. Leaving the witch to try and observe the room again – probably to make sure it stayed safe for her pup – she turned to the crib now finally.
There she was.
Her tiny granddaughter.
She had a bit lighter skin than Luz and just about Amity’s hair color. And she was so damn tiny.
Eda found herself getting scared, suddenly. This was a really small kid. This was like, a stupidly small child. She would not hold that baby for any number of snails.
Camila seemed a lot more comfortable around the baby, though. She had respected Luz’s wish to leave her in her crib for the time being, so Amity could get used to so many people around her pup so suddenly, but she was already reaching in and brushing the tiny thing over her cheek.
Well, okay, that seemed easy enough. Eda could do that, someday, when the kid was like twelve or something.
King and Luz were talking about something while Raine looked just about as amazed by the small creature as Camila was.
Sensing their amazement and figuring that Raine didn’t exactly have that much experience with children, either, Camila took the hand of Eda’s spouse and guided them down into the crib, brushing their knuckles against the incredibly soft skin of the baby’s cheek.
Amity didn’t even flinch at that. Either the sedatives were really strong or she felt incredibly comfortable with the people in the room. Looking back to the young witch, Eda confirmed the latter. Through half-lidded eyes, Amity was leaning back against the pillow, her other hand that was not held by Eda draped across her belly, while she was calmly watching Camila guiding Raine’s hand against the infant’s cheek.
She wondered how much Amity had actually adopted Luz’s family as her own once her parents had been imprisoned for their crimes against the public.
Judging by her calm reaction, she didn’t mind them being around her and her loved ones in the slightest, even in the now starting incubation period. Finally, Luz leaned around King and reached into the crib to lift her little daughter up and cradling her close to her chest. The baby didn’t even wake up, which made Eda chuckle.
“She’s got your sleeping habits, kid.”
Amity’s hand in hers shook when she started laughing alongside the older witch and Luz flushed in deep red when her mother confirmed.
“Sometimes, not even me shaking her would wake her up to school.”, Camila added and Luz huffed, bopping the infant in her arms.
“You guys are being mean to me in front of my daughter.”, she tried pouting, but King deadpanned.
“In front of your sleeping daughter. She won’t hear any of this.”
They started laughing again while Luz couldn’t suppress a little smile herself while looking down at the infant. When they had all quieted down a little, Luz pressed a soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead, before approaching Camila. Shooting a gaze towards Amity first to ask her permission, she then placed the baby in her mother’s arms and kept her hand cupped on the baby’s head, smiling.
“That’s your abuelita, mija.”, Luz mumbled softly and Eda almost felt her own heart breaking with the light sniffle Camila gave. After all these years of calling Luz her mija, Luz starting to use that label for her own daughter now made the human tear up.
While Camila greeted the little pup, Eda turned back to Amity whose head was softly nicking every time her eyelids fell. She had to be exhausted.
Tugging on her hand, Eda got her attention, then she lightly pushed the crib away to get up and adjust Amity’s pillow for her.
“C’mon, let’s get you lying down. We’ll take care of your pup.”
A sleepy gaze crossed with Eda’s but before Amity could object, the older witch was already adjusting the settings of the mattress to be flat again, before helping Amity lie down on her side.
“You can stay awake for as long as you want, but you should be comfortable with it at least.”, shooting her a grateful gaze, the younger witch yawned, then she adjusted the blanket around her future daughter-in-law and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Don’t worry about your pup, okay? Luz is taking care of her.”
That seemed to soothe Amity. She mumbled a soft “thank you” towards Eda and curled up a little, before continuing to watch the scene before her, the blinking of her eyelids already getting slower.
When Eda turned back to Camila, she discovered that Luz had taken her daughter back already and was safely cradling her before going around the crib and catching Eda’s gaze.
She knew that Luz wanted her to say hi, too.
“Luz, I’m not so sure about holding-”
Chuckling, her daughter adjusted the baby, before taking Eda’s hand.
“You can greet them like this first if you don’t wanna hold her. Or you can sit down if you like.”
Huffing, Eda fidgeted shortly, before rubbing her hands together and breathing through.
“Just, uh-… Sitting would be nice. I’m-… Holding the bat kids was an entirely different thing, you know? They could fly. Your kid can’t fly.”
Luz had to laugh at Eda’s rambling, pulling on her hand, she ushered King out of the chair by the window, before letting her adoptive mother sit down in it. Camila helped out by placing a pillow on Eda’s lap, then she was all set. Luz studied her face again.
“If you’re too nervous, you don’t have to hold her. I can hold her over your lap if you want to.”
Trying to wave her off, Eda forced a laugh.
“Pfft, you can just say you don’t trust me holding a baby, kid.”, she tried to joke around, but Luz just gave her a smile.
“If you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to. That’s all I’m saying.”
But Eda wanted to. She definitely did kind of want to hold the tiny fragile baby that Luz had made together with her fiancé. Even if she was nervous and a little bit scared and so amazed by how small such a tiny thing could actually be, she did kind of want to hold that baby. Patting the pillow, she finally breathed through, then she opened her arms.
“Okay, I’m ready. Bring it, kid.”
Smirking at her antics, Luz leaned in and kneeled, then she slowly placed the baby in Eda’s arms. It was so tiny. It was so stupidly tiny, it wasn’t even as long as Eda’s forearm. Hiccupping, the older witch instinctively cradled the tiny, tiny infant in her arms and a warm feeling overcame her.
A really warm feeling.
If that was maternal feelings, then Eda swore she was going to be the best dang grandmother she could be for that child.
She brushed over her temple and the baby squirmed slightly. Apparently, she had woken up sometime during Camila holding her and was now kind of fighting against the snug swaddle blanket she was trapped in. Eda didn’t even notice she had tears in her eyes when she already felt the first tear rolling down her cheek.
“Wow… You’re my granddaughter now, hm?”, she asked and that tiny thing yawned, her arms struggling in the swaddle, before softly smacking her incredibly small lips. Eda found herself smiling immediately, “Titan, that’s new.”
Luz’s hands undid the blanket that was wrapped around the baby, then Eda laughed tearily when the infant stretched, her absolutely tiny fists stretching up to her face and rubbing her cheeks. She was apparently waking up and while she knew that incubating infants didn’t open their eyes yet, she found herself wondering what eye color the child would have. Adjusting the baby, she cradled them closer, then she smuggled a finger into the fist and giggled in delight when the baby grabbed it, despite not wanting to open the fist at first.
Looking up to Luz, who was still kneeling in front of her, she managed a smile, her teary expression probably matching the one on her daughter’s face.
“She’s perfect, Luz. But, let’s be honest, you two made a stupidly small baby.”
Laughing under tears, Luz nodded then she brushed over her daughter’s head and pressed a small kiss to her forehead to which the baby responded with a huff.
“Yeah, when I first held her, I was so scared she’d just slip right through my arms. But I think Amity would have killed me if I had so much as stumbled so I concentrated really hard not to let that happen.”
Eda’s gaze shot up from her granddaughter to her future daughter-in-law who was calling from the bed, her words slurred from the sedatives and sleepiness, but still very much poised if needed.
“… You better not drop our child, Luz.”
Raine had to laugh at that and went to soothe the new mother, while Eda turned back to the baby in her arms with a smile.
“Titan she’s small…”
The following few minutes were pretty much filled with tearful giggles and a very excited King who almost knocked the crib over when Luz called him to say hi as well. When Eda and King had calmed down a little, Camila had taken Luz outside for a little mother-daughter walk in the nearby park and King had gone with them for snacks. The older witch got up and carried the baby back to the crib, smiling when she lifted them up to her face. Resting her forehead against theirs, she kept like this for a moment, before stopping in front of the crib.
Amity had fallen asleep by now, even if she was flinching with every littlest sound her daughter made, so Eda looked over to Raine.
“Wanna hold the baby, too?”, she asked and Raine blushed.
“I’d-… I’d rather wait until she’s a little bit older.”, she admitted and Eda nodded before still gesturing her spouse over. Raine got up from the edge of Amity’s bed and joined Eda, putting an arm around her waist while Eda still cradled the baby close, taking care not to jostle her too much.
She yawned again and from the corner of her eyes, Eda saw Amity’s eyes opening, unfocused and probably very much still asleep but still attentive to her daughter. Chuckling, she turned back to Raine.
“Boy, I’m sure glad I only had two adoptive children.”
Shrugging, Raine caught the baby’s fist with their free hand and tickled their tiny fingers, but she wouldn’t open her hand this time.
“I’m sure you would’ve made a great biological mother as well. As you’re already a great adoptive mother, too.”
Shrugging, Eda brushed over her temple again, leaning into Raine.
“Nah, I’m glad I never had a baby. I don’t think I would’ve wanted to go through that.”
“Fair enough.”, Raine whispered, but their tone indicated that they had stopped listening to Eda, engrossed by the child in her arms. She softly kicked, which caused them to chuckle, before she settled back against Eda’s chest, curling in slightly and breathing through, apparently getting ready for her next nap. Raine sighed softly.
“Honestly, I’m glad I never had a baby, too. But having a grandchild is amazing.”
Grinning, Eda kissed their forehead, before carefully maneuvering the baby back into the crib and swaddling them the best she could, watching her breaths deepening and calming as she fell asleep again. Then, Eda pushed the crib next to Amity’s bed, to which the young witch immediately responded by reaching into the crib from the side and resting her hand on her daughter’s belly. Smiling, Eda took Raine into her arms and watched as both her future daughter-in-law and her granddaughter slept peacefully, leaning her head against Raine’s.
“… You’re right this is amazing.”
She already knew that this child would have the two best mothers she could ask for. And she knew that her entire family, including her furry uncle, three grandmothers, and one grandparent, and their twin uncle and aunt would do their damn best to make sure this child had everything she needed.
Smiling, Eda reached down to brush over the baby’s cheek and pulled Raine closer.
Maternal feelings or not, this was amazing.
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Heyo! Do you think you could write something for demon al finding out his demon s/o also likes to sing? I love singing and it think it would be really cute to do it with Alastor 🤲🏻
((I would love to nonny! Im sorry for the wait :') I hope you like it! I turned it more into a song fic? Like.... A... double song fic xD??? Anyways I hope you enjoy!! Here and Here are the songs used in this fic!!))
He took a deep breath in and held on to it for as long as he could. The one and only joy he really had within the walls of this hotel was this. If it wasn't for these weekend shows, he might have just killed everyone by now out of sheer boredom. Every weekend, the Hazbin Hotel opened its doors to the general public. The lounge was opened up, tables were set, seats were filled. Dinner and a show were to be served to all who came in those doors. Though not free of charge, much to Charlie's protests. But the hotel had to make money somehow, so Alastor was put in charge of that.
The curtains pulled and opened before him and a spotlight flashed upon him. Alastor smiled wide, "Hello~!" He said in a cheerful tone. He was already scanning the crowd of people, looking for you, "How is everyone doing tonight? Horrible I hope!" The audience let out a little laugh at that. Alastor kept looking around, but the seat you normally sat in had someone else in it. No noticed, but there was a twitch of anger in his smile for a second, "Well! Let's get this show started!" He snapped his fingers and the spotlight turned off. Music started to play and soon enough Alastor transformed himself into a more casual outfit. As the music picked up, his spotlight turned back on and Alastor was half tempted to not sing this song especially if you weren't even here. Well, he did only meet you a few weeks ago, and you only did just started some... flirtationship if you would even call it that.
Oh well. Here goes nothing. Some much for trying to impress you with this, "I heard the time just slips from your sugarplum lips. So I go there just to watch it fall and then my jaw just drops when your cherry lollypops! I get nervous when you bounce my ball~" He gave a charming smile to no one in general, unfortunately. Come on, were you late? No... You knew when the hotel opened....
"I get the strangest sense we were lovers, past tense. Like a dog in heat, I just can't be indiscreet and when I see you there I whisper my prayer so sweet~ I'm getting shaky on my feet, I'm incomplete~" Alastor's mind raced while he sang on autopilot. Maybe he just couldn't see you in dark? Maybe you were all the way in the back? "I'll be your one-man band, I'll be at your command! Just say the word and I'll be your renaissance man, I swear! I'll go where you don't dare, I'll bury this affair deep down in Sugartown~"
Alastor paused with the music, letting the song play only enough for him to take a deep breath and wonder where the hell was his favorite little play thing, "I heard your glass hips swayed while the jitterbugs played. Every man was on his bended knee~ And all my hopes got smashed as my nerve just crashed! I was as heavy as a boy can be." He went on to sing the chorus again, while somehow giving up on looking for you in the crowd at the same time. It was almost too ironic that the next lines fit his feelings perfectly, "And if you just can't do me right, then, honey, please do me wrong! I'll be your one-man band, I'll be at your command! Just say the word and I'll be your renaissance man, I swear I'll go where you don't dare, I'll bury this affair deep down in Sugartown!"
He sang on, with a slight hollowness to his voice that no one picked up on. He didn't move as quickly or flash as big of a smile. Alastor finished his little musical number and left the stage with a round of applause, and quickly someone else took the stage. All kinds of people showed up to sing, to even do comedy (Which Alastor did as well, he just didn't feel like it today. Maybe he should have seeing as you weren't even here.)
There was a special place where Alastor got to sit. In the very front, in a booth with Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk. Nifty was never around for these kinds of things, and Angel often made some kind of sexual escapade out of a song later into the night. When Alastor finally sat down with the rest of the group, he found it very odd that Charlie was bouncing with joy.
"Hi, Al!" She said a little too loud. She got "shh"ed by a few people close by, "Sorry-" She whispered out, "Hi!" She said again to Alastor with a little wave of her hand.
His ever-present smile grew only slightly, "Hello, Charlie. Excited for tonight, are we?"
"Yeah!" She blurted out again, with another round of people hushing her up. So this time she whisper-yelled, "You're in for a great show tonight, Al!"
Alastor flickered his gaze to the stage, the same person was still there trying to make music out of whatever horrible sounds they were making. He looked back to Charlie and raised a brow, "I am?" He asked, "What makes you say tha-"
"Shh! Shh!" Charlie held a finger to her mouth and waved her other hand in the air, "It's starting!" Alastor looked to the stage again, now empty with no lights shining on it.
Music started to play once again, but the lights remained low. He could barely make out someone walking in the darkness of the stage, then suddenly, the lights flashed on and it was you, "You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away. You tell me to come over, there's some games you want to play," You stared him down, eyes lock on no one else but Alastor. Finally, the table have turned, and little did Alastor know that he was going to be the one seduced with a song tonight, "I'm walking to your house, nobody's home. Just me and you and you and me alone~"
You quickly take step after step down the front of the stage, matching your movements to the tempo of the song. It was only a few steps before you stood right in front of the table Alastor, and everyone sat at. But somehow you made him feel like he was the only one in the room, "We're just playing hide and seek, it's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you~ I don't want to play no games, I'm tired of always chasing- chasing after you~" It was like you a spell on him. Your words were sultry and loose enough for him to read between your lyrics. You even gave him that sneaky little smirk before going on to sing, "I don't give a fuck about you anyways! Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you? You never share your toys or communicate, I guess I'm just a play date to you~"
You spun on your heel quickly giving a wave of your hand. You were playing hard to get and you knew Alastor couldn't resist. As you made your way back up the long stage, Alastor couldn't even stop himself before he realized he was following you up there. At that moment, he knew everyone was watching him... and you. How entertaining.
Just as he got close enough, you turned quickly to face him and quickly point a finger at him, then press it into his chest to push him away, "Wake up in your bedroom and there's nothing left to say. When I try to talk you're always playing board games," You then quickly moved your hand and grabbed him by his chin. You gave a dirty little smirk and made sure to give him look he couldn't resist, "I wish I had monopoly over your mind, I wish I didn't care all the time. We're just playing hide and seek~ It's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you! I don't want to play no games, I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you~"
You walked circles around him, Alastor's eyes hard on you and watching every move. His smile was weak, shaken, and there was a hunger in his eyes you'd never seen but always wanted to, "Ring around the rosy, I never know- I never know what you need~ Ring around the rosy, I want to give you- want to give you what you need~ I don't give a fuck about you anyways. Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you? You never share your toys or communicate, I guess I'm just a play date to you."
Alastor made an attempt to reach out and grab you, but he was slowly and only half attempted. You spun by him quickly, missing him, and making sure to give him a wink as you avoided him. But you stopped just shy of him, standing dead center. You smiled, then tilted your head slightly and held your hand out for him to take, "You know I give a fuck about you everyday, guess it's time that I tell you the truth. If I share my toys, will you let me stay? Don't want to leave this play date with you~"
There was a loud round of applause, cheering, and whistling. To say he was stunned, walking around like a drooling dog, that would be an understatement. You smiled wide, giggling to yourself as Alastor started to remember where he was. He didn't like all these eyes on him, and especially on you. He looked over his shoulder and saw Charlie and Vaggie laughing, in a good way, at least. They seemed to be enjoying watching Alastor fawn over someone.
That drew the line in the sand for him. He quickly grabbed onto your wrist and with his free hand, he snapped his finger. In a little cloud of smoke and dust, the two of you were gone from the hotel's auditorium. You watched as Alastor poofed the two of you away, and manifested out in the hotel hallways. His grip on you was tight as you giggled at his flustered face.
Your little giggles grew as you asked, "So? Did you lik- Mwh!" Alastor cut you off by slamming his lips into yours. He held onto you, hands gripping your arms as he dragged you in closer to him. You were caught off guard as he pushed you backward until your back was pressed against a wall. He deepened the kiss, hungry for more and more of you. You moaned, falling into his embrace and giving in to his demands.
Alastor pulled only inches away but made sure to press you into the wall, hard, trapping you against him, "I loved it." His words were deep and husky, filled with a desire you've never seen him have before. The low growl in his voice sent chills down your spine and caused your skin to heat up, "But don't ever do that kind of shit with me ever. Again. Understood?"
You stared back at him with wide eyes and lips pressed together. You nodded quickly and watched as his sinister smiles curled onto his lips, "Good," He gave you a small kiss, then teased you by licking your lips. He knee was quickly between your legs as he rested an arm on the wall behind you. He went to the crook of your neck, whispering in your ear, "Now, where were we~?"
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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, MORE BLOOD Vol.13 Kino [Track 1]
Original title: ひとさじの悪戯
Source: Diabolik Lovers More, More Blood Vol. 13 Kino [CD not owned by me]
Audio: Here (00:00 ~ 15:27)
Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno
Translator’s note: I remember when I started translating More, More Blood, it was the first set of drama CDs released after I joined the franchise, so it was a pretty important project to me. I would have liked to finish translations for all 13 CDs before Daylight dropped, but I didn’t quite succeed at doing that. It’s just Kino’s and then Kanato’s left though! Unfortunately I haven’t been able to get my hands on the audio for the latter. > < Kino is still somewhat of a mystery to me, but I do think the plot of these CDs fit him the best out of all of the boys since he’s such a trickster at heart. I’m sure he’ll have a blast tormenting the MC with the time-manipulating powers of the hourglass.
Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue
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Track 1: A Spoonful of Mischief
The scene starts at school.
“Aaah, shut up, shut up. School really is such a noisy place, isn’t it? All of those pesky humans are completely absorbed in their conversations”
Kino turns his head towards you.
“Before I started attending this academy, were you like that as well? Chatting with your friends and laughing out loud like absolute fools.”
You explain.
“Hmー I see. You wouldn’t have guessed that by your current behavior. Both in the classroom and in the hallway, you’re always glued to my side. Do you actually have friends?”
You tell him you have friends over at your own classroom.
“Ah! Right! This isn’t the sophomore’s classroom you belong in, but my classroom. I guess it makes sense you wouldn’t have any upperclassman friends you can just have a casual chat with.”
You puff out your cheeks, blaming him.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I forced you to come here. ...But I had no other choice, did I? Class or whatever, it’s all just boring crap when you’re not around. I got tired of living in the Demon World and became a high school student, so now I have to make the best of it and enjoy it to the fullest! Which means you need to be there sitting next to me.”
*Rustle*
“Besides, it isn’t all bad, is it? You’re super lucky to be able to take the senior’s classes! If anything, you should express your gratitude towards me.”
You seem worried about getting into trouble with the school.
“Ah, you’re worried about that? It’s fine. Nobody will complain. I’m the infamous mysterious transfer student after all. Leaving the students aside for now, even the teachers seem to be having a hard time calling me out. I’ll use this opportunity to do as I please.”
You slowly nod.
“Exactly. So you should enjoy your school life as well.”
You ask if he is having fun.
“Me? Hmm~? Let’s see...All of the extra attention I get as a scholarship student is a little annoying, but I’ve never gotten to attend school before, so I guess you could say I’m enjoying it in my own way. I suppose it was worth coming here as a transfer student. ...Besides, I kind of like this uniform as well. It just screams that I’m special! Pretty nice, huh? I didn’t like looking the same as everyone else, so I added my own little spin to it. What do you think? Does it look good?”
You tell him it looks good.
“...I see. Well, that’s a given.”
*Ding・dongー Ding・dongー*
“...Oh. Next period is starting. Better start getting everything ready.”
You giggle.
“Haah...? Hey, why did you laugh just now?”
You note that he is becoming more and more student-like.
“What? You’re making fun of me, aren’t you? Anyone would get the hang of the student life after going through a few classes.”
The teacher enters the classroom.
“...Say, don’t you think you’ve become a little cheeky as of late? You haven’t been holding back ever since we became lovers.”
You seem skeptical, raising a brow.
“No, you have. I might have been spoiling you a little too much as of late, so perhaps it’s time I give you a severe punishment. ...Fufufu~ Now how should I punish you? I’ll give it some thought! ...Ah, right! That made me remember...!”
You tilt your head to the side.
“You know, the thing you asked earlier. Whether school life is fun or not. There’s a perfect proof that I’m enjoying every day to the fullest.”
You frown.
“Right now it’s still a secret. More importantly, don’t you think you should focus on the class? ...See? The teacher has started writing stuff down on the blackboard.”
You turn around and open your textbook.
*Flip*
“He seems to be writing down a bunch of dull nonsense again. Class really is boring. Especially this history one. I guess this is the one subject I just can’t enjoy regardless. I have zero interest in what humans accomplished in the past after all. On these occasions...Guess it’s already my time to shine.”
He taps your shoulder.
“...Hey, hey!”
You turn your head.
“This class is boring, so you should play with me.”
You tell him you can’t right now.
“But I’m bored! ...So let me suck your blood. Show me how you desperately endure it while suppressing your voice. Like you did during yesterday’s lecture. I’d love to see that expression again.”
You turn around again.
*Scribble scribble*
“...Ah. The cold shoulder, huh? Hey! Just forget about the blackboard and turn my way.”
*Scribble scribble*
“Hmm~ You’re still ignoring me...In that case, I’ll just do as I please. Right! Perhaps I should just make your voice slip and catch everyone’s attention? That might be fun~”
You flinch.
“Fufu~ You looked my way. Honestly, that idea might be way more fun. I’m sure you’d become the talk of the school for doing such a thing during class. I don’t mind either way...Which do you prefer? I’ll let you choose today.”
You protest.
“...Haah!? Hey! Stop fighting back! Are you trying to ruin my daily fun?”
You perk up your head.
“Ah! You finally what realized what i meant earlier? Yes, exactly! This is the ultimate proof that I’ve been enjoying every day to the fullest. I’m sure you understand how I feel, no? There is nothing more fun than sucking your blood during class. Seeing you frantically try to hide it, or your panicked expression whenever our cover is nearly blown...It’s a blessing to the eyes. Your desperate attempts at listening to the teacher while having your blood sucked aren’t a bad watch either. It’s hilarious to see you try and keep your act together while you’re enduring it. This is something I wouldn’t be able to do if I wasn’t attending school.”
*Rustle*
“...So, you understand now, don’t you? I’m out here enjoying my school life, so don’t ruin that, okay? Got it?”
You frown.
“Don’t hesitate. Come on, this way...I’ll be so nice to suck from your arm today so it won’t stand out.”
*Thud*
“Hurry up. Give me your arm already.”
*Rustle*
“I love it when you’re obedient.”
*Rustle*
“Your veins are shining through, I can see them well. Your sweet blood is flowing underneath here, isn’t it? Looks delicious...”
*Smooch*
“Fufufu...I’ve gotten thirsty. If you don’t want the others to find out, then you better hold back with all you’ve got?”
Kino bites you.
*Gulp gulp gulp*
“...Haah~ Delicious. ...Ah, you’re actually enduring it~ ...Say, your face is quite the sight right now. Your cheeks are flushed bright red. I can clearly tell you’ve worked up a sweat too. Your sweat smells sweet as well. Hey, you’re only making me less likely to be able to stop, you know? Guess that’s fine. I don’t need to hold myself back after all. ...I’m sure you’re aware, but you can easily endure this much. That would be dull, don’t you think? I guess I have no other choice...but to force some screams out of you!”
He bites you again, stronger this time.
*Gulp gulp gulp*
“...Ah. Fufufu~ You finally let a shriek slip, didn’t you? ...Take a look around. Because of you, all the students in class have got their eyes on us.”
You look around.
“Ah-aaah~ I’m sure you won’t have it easy from tomorrow onwards. Everyone will talk about how you were doing suspicious things in class~ What will you do?”
You panic.
“...Say? You want me to do something about it?”
You ask if he can do that.
“Guess so. I might be able to fix this situation. I got my hands on a nifty little item yesterday.”
*Cling*
“This. Take a look.”
You raise a brow and ask if it is an hourglass.
“Correct. However, it isn’t just your average hourglass. When this red sand is flipped around and flows downwards, time turns back.”
You seem surprised.
“I guess just an explanation doesn’t do the trick, huh? Let’s put it to the test. ...Here I go!”
Kino turns the hourglass upside down.
*Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock*
ーーー
*Ding・dongー Ding・dongー*
“...Oh. Next period is starting. Better start getting everything ready. ーー Sike! Fufufu~ See? I turned back time to when class was starting.”
The teacher enters the room again, leaving you baffled.
“I’m not lying. ...I hate lies after all. Take a look at the blackboard. It’s still completely blank. ...See? The teacher’s going to start writing on it now.”
*Scribble scribble*
“The bell rang as well and above all...Nobody is paying attention to us. That proves time has been turned back and the same events are repeating itself.”
You seem confused.
“How, you ask? ...Fine, I’ll teach you. It’s strange how I got my hands on this, no?”
*Thud*
“I obtained this hourglass by pure coincidence during my last short trip to the Demon World. There’s magical energy stored inside, so it can rewind time a couple of hours. On top of that, the user has has full control over the memories of those affected. There’s several ways to enjoy it, don’t you think?”
You tell Kino you can’t comprehend.
“Hm? You don’t understand? This time, I kept only our memories intact when I rewinded time. To further proof my point, you recall what happened earlier, don’t you? However! The other students don’t. ...Want to confirm it? Try and tell me what we were doing earlier.”
You get flustered.
“Don’t be so embarrassed. Come on, hurry.”
You admit to having your blood sucked.
“Exactly. So, who was sucking blood from your arm?”
You reply.
“Mmh, mmh~ Right. It was me. And? How did I feed off you? And what kind of sounds did you make? I need to confirm these things, so be honest, okay?”
You hesitantly answer.
“Fufu~ Yes, good job. I’m proud of you for being able to tell me so accurately. Well, there you have it. No matter how much you embarrass yourself in public, as long as we have this hourglass to our disposal, we can manipulate time and people’s memories freely. In game terms, we can load up our preferred save file. What do you think? Bet you’re surprised?”
You nod.
“Makes sense! ...I doubt these kind of things exist in the human world. ...I got my hand on such an interesting gadget so using this bad boy...I’ll make sure to play with you plenty today”
Your eyes widen in surprise.
“You’re blown off your feet! ...Well then, now how to use this~?”
*Cling*
“I guess I found yet another way to enjoy my school life? Fufufu...~!”
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
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flight connection - keigo takami (hawks)
word count 780
reader type gender-neutral
premise keigo spots your wings from afar and is intrigued
The beautiful mundaneness of today’s uneventful patrol had left a lazy smile on Keigo’s handsome face. He could pick up a vibe that his fledgling intern felt differently and was a bit disappointed by the lack of action.
That wasn’t surprising; trainees always craved fulfilling excitement, anything to earn themselves what they considered was some credible experience. They didn’t understand these easy days were just as important to the job, nonetheless, Tsukuyomi really was a great kid. Powerful, committed, and wasn’t reckless or a major hothead like some of his classmates…
“Need me to walk ya’ to the train station?” Keigo was half-joking when he offered to accompany the high-schooler and he almost snickered when the kid’s feathers puffed out in obvious discontent.
“I’ll be fine on my own, Hawks.” He cleared his throat and solemnly nodded once at his mentor. “Thank you for your time today.”
“Of course, always a pleasure to have you.”
Keigo watched him walk away and disappear into the early evening crowd, wondering what he should get to eat. There was an awesome fried chicken place in this shopping district so maybe that was the way to go.
And then something else caught his eye. The tell-tale tip of a wing standing above heads made him want to get a closer look. Wing quirks weren’t all that uncommon, but he always had a sort of affinity for them. He found himself heading closer and hoping an adoring fan didn’t inconveniently stop him before he reached his impromptu destination.
A lone person around his age sat on a bench, phone in hand. They’re stunning, every feature of theirs striking and enchanting. So much so that Keigo found himself looking at their face rather than the very thing he had noticed in the first place which was an impressive feat.
The intimidating pair of tar black wings were huge and easily rose feet above their head. As he got nearer, Keigo could see that they were almost translucent but leathery and callous-like.
Although he had gained an almost “flirty” reputation through ways of the media misinterpreting his character, he’d never sought out an attractive stranger like this before.
There were firsts for everything.
“It’s nice to see… a fellow avian around here.” See, the grocery check-out line inhabiting trashy gossip mags really had it all wrong about him. This lucky person was about to experience that firsthand.
They peeked up from their device, eyes squinting up at him. There was a quick flash of recognition, but Keigo was surprised to see the gleam of starstruck awe he had grown used to completely missing from their expression.
“Avian? I’m a bat, not a bird.” A soft laugh, nothing more than a whisper. slipped past their lips and it was wonderful.
For a moment, Keigo choked on his tongue and floundered helplessly, but he was able to recover quite swiftly from the retort he received. At least, he hoped so.
“Well then, you’re the nicest looking bat I’ve ever seen!” He plastered on his most charming grin, but on the inside, every single fiber of his being grimaced.
“Is this really happening right now?” They chuckled louder now, corners of their bright eyes crinkling happily.
“A… bat quirk?” Keigo ignored their amused disbelief at his foolishness and trekked on. He weakly gestured to one of their gargantuan appendages. Those things had to match his own wingspan!
“Yup. Just what says on the tin. Echolocation and everything.” They tugged at one of their ordinary seeming ears before poking one of their wings. “Plus these nifty wings as you can see.”
“That’s amazing, actually!” It truly was a highly interesting quirk to him and the career side of him ached to ask about their own occupation, but he held back.
“Yeah? Damn, it’s not everyday a top hero praises your quirk.” They seemed pleased before an unmistakable dismayed look passed over them. “Maybe this is the universe’s way of repaying me after getting stood up…”
The admission and realization was enough to push Keigo to make the next move. He sat down beside them, his crimson feathers mingling against the beautiful darkness of their wings.
“You know, I could help the universe out with that.”
His voice came out low as he gazed at them and for a moment, he almost felt like the fantasized version of himself. A nearby baby’s shrill cry broke the spell and he coughed awkwardly.
“But I should probably know your name first…”
“Hmm,” They tilted their head at him, miming deep thought with a finger pressed to their chin. A sudden gust of wind passed through and ruffled their silky hair and wings. Keigo’s heart stuttered before they continued with a cheeky smile.
“Follow me and find out.”
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Catch and Release: Ch 24
Inspired by @starsfic work on Demon Customs.
Previous chapter
Summary:
Wukong is waiting at Macaques manor for him to come back with information about the White Bone Spirit.
Wukong’s been waiting for a week.
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Macaque’s been gone for a week.
Leaving Wukong here at the manor.
Which wouldn’t have been a problem. Wukong didn’t want to be anywhere near the other monkey if he didn’t have to be. The problem was that, now that Macaque left, Wukong was left here in an empty manor.
Alone.
By himself.
For a week.
Wukong is starting to lose it.
Monkeys are social creatures. Wukong is no different. Sure he liked his alone time every now and then but his monkeys were always right around the corner. Waiting for him to rejoin them when he was ready.
But the king didn’t have that option here.
Gods, this is reminding him of the time Wukong was stuck under the mountain.
Only there wasn’t Tripitaka here to save him from his imprisonments this time. And MK won’t be able to find him either. Wukong didn’t even know where he was at. The king was on his own here.
And the isolation was killing him.
“Peaches, I’m back.”
Wukong’s head shot up at the sound of Macaque’s voice. He was excited to hear someone’s else’s voice that wasn’t his own. The sage had to stop himself from jumping out of bed and run down to the entrance of the manor.
He didn’t want to give Macaque the satisfaction of him actually being happy of seeing the demon.
Instead the king pulled himself together and calmly walked out of his room, into the hallway, and stop at the railing of the stairs leading down to the first floor. Wukong stayed on the second floor. Wanting some distance from Macaque still. The Great Sage leaned on the railing to casually look down at the demon looking up at him.
“Well? Found anything useful?”
“Well nice to see you to peaches.”
“Macaque.” Wukong didn’t have the patience for this. He hasn’t been able to get a good nights sleep in days. With not having his monkeys to cuddle with and all. And he was tired.
“Fine, fine. As a matter of fact, yes.” Macaque grinned up at Wukong, “You’re celestial buddy’s sang like canaries. They told me that there’s a temple dedicated to the White Bone Spirit that could be useful. As well as this nifty little book.” The demon monkey waved said book over his head as he made his way up the stairs. “I’ll have to check it out soon. But after I get some R&R.”
That was just an excuse. Macaque just wanted to make sure Wukong was still here at the manor. Yeah they made their little deal but he can never be too sure. Who knows, maybe the kid found out their location and busted Wukong out.
Or maybe Macaque was just that paranoid.
Either way, best to check in.
“So peaches, did you miss me?” Making it to the second floor, Macaque leaned on the railing with one hand. Throwing a mischievous and flirty grin at Wukong.
The king raised an eyebrow. Unimpressed. “No. I didn’t.” Letting go of the railing, Wukong crossed his arms and faced away from Macaque. “You could have been gone for longer actually. I was enjoying myself before you can back and ruined my good time.”
“Ouch. You sure about that peaches?” Macaque said in a teasing tone. Calling out Wukongs bluff.
“Absolutely.”
“You didn’t miss me at all? You where fine here in the manor? All alone? You didn’t need the company?”
“No I didn’t.” Yes he did. Not that Wukong would let Macaque know that. No reason to feed the shadows demons ego.
“I see.” Macaque was steadily moving closer to Wukong. “Did you at least miss having someone to sleep with?”
Wiping around to face demon monkey, Wukongs face was red. From blushed or from anger. It was hard to tell. “Excuse you?!”
“You know. Sleeping at night with your monkey subjects.” Macaque calmly clarified. “I know how you can’t really get a good nights rest without them.”
Oh. Right. Of course that what Macaque meant.
“Oh.” Calming down, Wukong looked away to avoid Macaques gaze. “I mean sure but I’ve been doing just fine without them.”
“I’m not so sure about that peaches.” Taking a hand to left the shorters head up, Macaque used his other hand to lightly trace under Wukongs eyes. “Looks to me you haven’t been getting enough sleep lately.” He didn’t say it mockingly but with concern. “Are you doing alright Wukong?”
“I-“ It was hard for the golden monkey to think straight with the first physical tough he had in a week. “I- yeah. I’ve been doing fine.” He should push macaques hands away. But instead he was enjoying them as they continued to caress his face gently. Wukong closed his eyes to further enjoy the feeling.
Chuckling, Macaque continued his stroking. Moving his hands to the sides of Wukong’s face. Cradling him. Making the other purr as he nuzzled into them. “Alright then.” He leaned in closer. His lips just a hair away from Wukongs. “But just to let you know that if you need someone to spend the night with, that my bed is always open.”
And with that, Macaque gave a pec to Wukong and quickly walked away.
Feeling lips on his own was enough to snap Wukong out of the trance and left his face on fire. He turned to where Macaque was walking. Hoping for an explanation. But the darker haired monkey had his back to Wukong as he made his way to the master bedchamber.
“You’re free to join me whenever you want Wukong.” Macaque couldn’t help but wink at his intended before disappearing into his room.
Leaving Wukong a blushing mess in the hallway.
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