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devildom-moss · 7 months

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Mephisto's performance

(Mephisto x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (angst) (NSFW tags: very slight dom!top!Mephisto and bottom!MC; "office" sex, semi-public/risky, no condom, creampie, hate-fucking, "use me" dynamic, consent - but with a lot of regret so maybe dubious?, slight degradation with backhanded praise, Mephisto calling MC a whore and a slut, so slutshaming, pain, slapping, fingering light bondage, half-clothed, no orgasm for MC sorry)

(other tags: religious undertones, one-sided enemies to ?who knows?, sad/bittersweet ending)

Word Count: +2,200

To say you admired Mephistopheles was an understatement; you were absolutely smitten. Granted, he had a reputation for being a pompous asshole whose presence left a bitter taste in Lucifer’s mouth – the same mouth that warned you about spending time with the likes of Mephisto and questioned your recent attention to “a demon whose attitude and pride might be excusable if it was offset by actual wit and usefulness.”

Clearly, Lucifer either hadn’t seen the version of Mephisto that you had – the small slips in his bitter façade – or he had, and Lucifer simply refused to acknowledge it. You didn’t care what anyone else said about Mephisto. He had watched over Luke when he fell asleep in common places multiple times. As much as he protested, when you really needed him, he offered his assistance in whatever form he could – especially when it would aid Diavolo. If nothing else, Lucifer should have remembered that Mephisto was right there with Diavolo and Barbatos, tending to him and his brothers on the day they fell. You knew better. Mephisto was sweet.

He was adorable. You remembered the precious smile he had on his face while staring up at the new blossoms forming on the trees one early morning. It wasn’t the only time you had caught his face softening, entranced by some natural beauty. Mephisto still blushed when you would pay him a genuine compliment, covering his mouth with a gloved hand.

Sweet. Adorable. And so, so sexy.

Lust and affection had motivated you to pay Mephisto a visit in the RAD Newspaper Club room – another attempt to get on his good side. This time, you brought gifts to appease the bitter old demon: hot coffee and sweets that you and Luke had baked yesterday. However, the second you walked through that door, Mephisto let out an annoyed sigh.

“Why are you bothering me?” he asked, sparing you a second glance – but not a third.

“I wanted to cheer you up,” you admitted, setting your offering on his desk. “Diavolo told me that he had seen you working nonstop in preparation for the upcoming event. I figured that might be why you’ve been frowning every time I’ve seen you all week. I brought you coffee and sweets that Luke and I made.”

Part of you had an inkling that Mephisto actually enjoyed your company more than he let on. Maybe you were just clinging to a deeply engraved hope that he wanted you. Maybe you read into signs of his kindness towards you. Perhaps wishful thinking turned a two-second glance – maybe even a judgmental glare – into a longing stare. You wanted to break through his defenses if he’d let you. Well, you had certainly broken something.

Your act of kindness pushed Mephisto over the edge, and he looked up from his work and raised his voice at you. “I have too much on my plate to keep drilling this into that thick, fucking skull of yours. I don’t like you, you won’t change my mind, and that pathetic hopeful look on your face infuriates me.”

You didn’t fully believe him – as desperate as that may sound. Perhaps it was selfish, but you didn’t want to leave him alone in that room.

Mephisto waited for you to turn around and walk away, but you didn’t budge. He sighed and got to his feet. “What? Why are you still here? Why are you bringing me things hours before any of your classes even start? What do you want?”

Most classes hadn’t started yet, but if you hadn’t arrived before everyone else, you wouldn’t have been able to see Mephisto alone. Barbatos had mentioned that Mephisto was an early riser in passing once, so you figured you would find him overworking himself that morning. As for what you wanted, you wished it was more obvious to him.

“I want you to love me,” you confessed. Mephisto circled his desk so he could sandwich you between himself and the desk, blocking your path to the exit.

“How do you want me to love you? With my boot on your neck? With my fingers buried inside of you? With my hips pressed against you? What do you want? How do you expect me to love you? I could ruin you, but love?”

You shuddered. Was this a rejection or an invitation? You forced the words, and they fell out in a clumsy mess. “I don’t expect it – you loving me. I just want it, but you could ruin me instead if you wanted.”

Mephisto’s eyes widened; he retreated slightly before narrowing his eyes. “What are you saying?”

“Use me – if you really can’t love me.” Shame burned in your cheeks, but you continued. You were determined to call his bluff. “Take out your anger and hatred on my body. Do whatever you want.”

Maybe he truly hated you. Maybe he would be disgusted by your offer. Maybe he would refuse because he did love you. Or maybe he would agree to use you – to ruin you – without a trace of affection. Even then, at least you would finally get to be with him for however long you could manage to be entertaining. The possibilities ran through your head, just quick enough to fill the brief moment before Mephisto responded.

“Turn around,” he demanded. His voice was cold. In truth, you hadn’t expected him to take you up on your offer. Your heart sank as you watched Mephisto remove his tie. A low, growling sigh left him when you remained immobile. He took your arm and forced you to turn. “You offered. So, do as you’re told.”

Your voice caught in your throat. Mephisto made quick work of knotting his tie around your wrists and up your forearms, binding them behind your back. Fear washed over your body as you felt Mephisto tug your pants and underwear down to your ankles. Was this really what you wanted?

Mephisto reached over you, pressing his chest firmly against your back as he did, and pulled a bottle of lube from his top desk drawer. You didn’t question why he had it there, but you did have a question for him: “Why are you using that on me?”

The answer was obvious, but you were begging for some kind of affection from him, wishing for the words “I don’t want to hurt you” to leave his lips with enough sweetness to sate you, but they didn’t come. Instead, Mephisto removed his glove; tugged on his tie, bringing you closer; and shoved his glove into your mouth to shut you up. You felt one cool, lubricated finger plunge into you – quickly followed by a second. You bit down on his glove as he began to stretch you out.

“To answer your question, I’d be in a world of trouble if anyone found out that I hurt you. Everyone seems to think that you’re so fucking precious. Besides,” Mephisto paused, using the last word to soften the spite in his voice before he continued, “you’ll feel better if I do this first.”

You couldn’t tell if he meant that you would feel better for him or if he wanted you to feel some kind of pleasure from this too, but you hoped. However, that hope wasn’t enough to ease the heavy aching in your chest. Even through the bits of pleasure you felt when Mephisto’s long fingers curled into your body, you knew that this wasn’t how you wanted it. That truth sat rancid in your gagged mouth – somehow more unsavory than anything. Even the realization that you would die (for good) one day was less distasteful than this.

It was almost a comfort when Mephisto pulled his fingers out. You heard his pants drop before he tugged you violently towards him. Your ass was flush against him. There was a filthy relief in knowing that he was hard. At least you had aroused him a bit, then, right? You wished you could have suppressed the dirty, joyous hope you felt. Maybe he wanted you just as badly.

Mephisto entered you slowly. It almost felt intimate: the way he ran his gloved hand through your hair before tugging at it, the way his lips found your neck before it was all teeth and marks, the way his hips rocked slowly into you before he stopped holding back. He almost made this feel like affection before the poison left his mouth between panting and groans. “Not so useless anymore, are you?”

How did he know exactly how to give you a gentle touch that left you hoping before he stripped it from you? He said he didn’t want anyone to know he hurt you, so of course he would figure out how to break your heart. At least that was a pain you could never show anyone. It would live in you – and he would be the only other person who knew that such a haunting beast was hiding inside.

You choked back tears as his thrusting picked up speed and intensity, forcing your thighs against his desk repeatedly with each buck of his hips. This was going to bruise. It was just enough to slosh some of the coffee out of the cup you had brought him earlier. A small puddle pooled towards the edge of the desk until it grazed your thigh, burning for a moment before all you could feel was a numb ache – a small punishment for your foolishness.

This time, you couldn’t hold back a groan. You had tried so hard to disguise any sign of pain or pleasure, but this was too much. Your muffled noise alerted Mephisto to the mess you had both made. It was a small one with no casualties. It hadn’t even reached any of his documents. The only thing left damaged was you, and yet Mephisto dragged you back by the tie around your arms, his cock still buried in you, with an angry, “fuck.”

Did he not want you to get hurt? No.

Mephisto tugged your hair up until you were standing upright – as upright as you could be when you were still impaled on him. He took his glove out of your mouth before he forcefully bent you over towards the edge of the desk. “Lick up the mess, whore.”

You did as he told you. The coffee was still hot, and it stung on your tongue, but you were distracted by a firm slap to your ass. When you managed to clean up the mess, Mephisto brought you upright again with a rough tug and shoved his glove back into your mouth.

“There’s a good little slut,” Mephisto chuckled before he continued to fuck you – even more violently than before. He called you good, at least.

You were choking back tears when he snaked his gloved hand tenderly around your neck. Mephisto used his index finger to guide your chin up. Staring at the ceiling, with your eyes to heaven, you felt that you owed something – someone – a prayer. You wanted to thank some god that Mephisto’s hand was there around your throat – as if the slight pressure was the only thing keeping the sobs and moans inside of you. No. It wasn’t a god that you were grateful to. It was Mephisto. Even as he used you for his amusement, your desire still burned. Your love blazed steadily. Through the pain and emptiness, you still adored him. How pathetic.

Even more pathetic was the contentment you felt as Mephisto sunk his teeth into your shoulder, muffling his moans as he came inside of you. He didn’t pleasure you enough for you to cum; you got the smallest taste of it, and somehow you were content.

Mephisto was quick to pull out of you and get his pants back up. You stood there, trying to reel yourself back into your body – too slowly for Mephisto’s liking. He tugged your pants and underwear back up for you. His glove slipped from your mouth and onto the floor as you attempted to protest with a feeble, “wait.”

His cum had already started to leak out, and the feeling of it sickened you – a shameful sickness. This felt awful and wrong and disgusting, but the most resentful part of you quietly wanted him to bend you back over his desk and fill you up all over again.

Mephisto pulled you in by his tie around your arms and leaned close to your ear. “Keep it in you. I want that sensation to stick with you all day and remind you how much I despise you. Now get out of my sight.”

You felt his tie slip from around your arms. Mephisto dragged you towards the door and shoved you out into the hallway. You heard the distinct sound of the door locking behind you.

Mephisto waited for your hesitant footsteps to fade away down the hall before he sunk his teeth into the back of his ungloved hand. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees on the floor. Had he finally given you a convincing performance – persuaded you to stay away from him?

In that dim room on a dark Devildom morning, on his knees, Mephisto felt that he owed something – someone – a prayer. Unsure if he was even allowed – or who would hear it – he prayed that he had finally shown you what a monster he was. The cruel, wicked beast he housed had spit its parasitic DNA into you and waited to consume you. He was a demon, with his hands clasped so tightly together that they trembled, brought to his knees. His prayer – half-confession – found no purchase. It lived only inside of him, and even you would never know. It was a small, lenient punishment.

#mephistopheles #gn!mc #spice tier #obey me #obey me mephistopheles #I hope all the mephisto lovers will like this one even though it's kind of messed up #I feel like I have done too much bottom MC stuff now but it was necessary for this one #enjoy a nice little mid-day snack #obey me smut #mephistopheles smut #mephistopheles x reader #mephistopheles x mc

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topnotchquark · 1 month

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hi! I'd love to read more about your boarding school AU! only if you have something in mind of course.

safe travel! <3

Love you anon, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hadn't written anything for a while, but here's a fic I just wrote in my notes app for you. It's Bezz/cele mostly. Kiss kiss hope you enjoy even though it's whatever! 💗💗

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Pecco shows up a little late at dinnertime and delivers the news as he pulls a chair next to Franky.

"Apparently it's picture day tomorrow for the team, around 11." Pecco announces as he pours himself a glass of water.

"Why are they rushing it?" Bezz asks from where he's sitting next to Cele.

"They want to get it done before the principal travels for his guest lectures and we leave for the regionals" Luca responds on Pecco's behalf who nods in his direction.

"What are we expected to wear?" Franky inquires.

"The whole shebang. Suit and tie and winter trousers." Pecco's response immediately makes Franky and Bezz groan in protest.

"I don't even have a pressed shirt." Luca remarks.

"You can borrow one of mine." Pecco tells him.

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After dinner Bezz accompanies Cele to the infirmary to get his bandages changed. Cele had cut his palm open in a lab mishap. The nurses had stitched it up fine, but recovery was chugging along. Bezz has been helping him since then, always coming to see him after classes, and sitting next to him during meals to ensure he ate.

On the walk back to the residences, Cele quickly makes a mental checklist of whether he has his full uniform ready for tomorrow.

"Why are you so quiet?" Bezz asks him as they cut through the lawns in the dark.

"Thinking about where my clothes are."

"I'll help you find them."

"No that's fine Marco. I'm just worried about washing my hair."

"Because of your hand?" Bezz asks.

"Yes. Bathing is already difficult"

"I could.... I could help." Bezz speaks after a moment, an edge to his voice.

"Okay, thank you." Cele nods in response to Bezz's offer.

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Bezz and Cele are the only two people in the the dorm bathrooms at this hour. The halogen lights makes a buzzing noise as they stand there confused.

"Right, umm, how do we do this." Bezz asks to no one in particular.

"The sinks seem fine. I'll bend over." Cele responds, not quite sure of himself.

"Alright yeah. Wait." Bezz says as he wraps a small plastic bag around Cele's bandaged hand to keep it dry.

Cele lets Bezz securely tie the bag around his wrist and bends himself so his neck and face hand into the sink.

Bezz accidentally turns the tap on full speed, soaking the collar and back of Cele's t shirt.

"Fuck shit" he remarks as he quickly shuts off the water.

"Cele I think it would be better if you took your t shirt off." Bezz tells him.

Cele stands up straight and struggles to get his wet tshirt off with one hand. Bezz immediately closes the gap between them and grabs the bottom of his tshirt and gently tugs it upwards. He looks at the broad expanse of his pale body, the veins under his skin looking blue under the harsh lights. Bezz gulps as he frees Cele's head from the collar of the fabric, taking extra care to gently loop it out of his injured hand. Cele's familiar body looked alien to him at this odd hour in these odd circumstances.

Cele bends over once again and sticks his neck into the sink. Bezz manoeuvres the tap better this time. Cele feels warm water on the nape of his neck. It flows down his scalp in little rivulets that makes him feel like he's getting goosebumps. Bezz gently eases his fingers into his hair. The dull ends of his fingers on the skin behind his ears. Cele can't describe the feeling. It feels pleasantly relaxing, but also like being on a rollercoaster when it's dropping down. Bezz squeezes some shampoo into his hair and quickly massages it into a lather. Bezz's fingers snag on his tangled curls as he cleans him. The pinching, sharp sensation on his scalp feels like it's running down Cele's shoulder and making his stomach feel like it's in freefall. Bezz rinses him and takes the care to clean the foam around his ears. Afterwards, he uses a towel to gently dry him off and drops him off to his dorms.

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Cele runs to the lawns to make it in time for the picture. Pecco and Luca are there, waiting for another group to get done before they assemble. Luca looks at Cele and tells him to fix his collar, Pecco smiles and reaches over to fix it for him. When they finally line up, Bezz comes over to stand next to Cele, and ruffles his curls before the picture is taken.

#I'm thinking too much about innocent seeming touches that betray an undercurrent of a far deeper desire these days #you need to be so hungry for your lover that even something as simple as touching their arm is charged like mainline #having your hair groomed by a lover is topppp tier experience #also in adolescent environments care is a legitimate form of deep love #I was always surrounded by these little tokens of love #someone making sure you have your favourite snacks to eat your assignments are finished and submitted your hair is looking nice #anyway I didn't edit this but I still hope it's fun #cele and bezz are literally so cute to write about the love is literally there #boarding school au #cele/bezz #bezz/cele #bezz x cele #pecco/luca #but only one sprinkle of them lol #motogp #motogp rpf #celestino vietti #marco bezzecchi #cele #bezz

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pankiepoo · 6 months

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tumblr tags are soooo awesome btw. you can tag anything and theres a 50% someone will read it

#pankie talk #hello there #i think other countries should have swedish fika #its basically like a little nice snack u have with others with mostly coffee and cookies and buns #its really nice and idk if other countries have this but its the best thing invented #people can go over to ur house and u can be like want some fika? coffee?#swedes and their coffees. god damn it #we have a pastry here literally called vaccum cleaner btw

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 9 months

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SOMEONE MADE A TIKTOK EDIT WITH YOUR ART!!!!

I was watching a Welcome Home tiktok compilation [cause I don't have tiktok] and I just seen your art and was so surprised-

Here's the tiktok comp it was in! The tiktok with the edit of your art starts at 2:45!

IM LAUGHING SO HARD WHAT THE FUCK

i don't know how to feel beyond Way Too Perceived and also Wheezing

#ASBDCJACKLNDFKSDV WHAT why why why #i thought my scribbles were tiktok/edit-proof.....#im surprised too dude what. huh! what!!! why!#i would have... liked to be asked if my fanart could be used for edits...#i mean the answer is Yeah I Guess. Why Not #but also its nice to be asked! it gives me Mental Preparation for seeing my stuff breaking containment!!!#lemme tell you before going to the timestamp i was NOT expecting it to be laughingstock the fUck-#and its the little 'comic' thing i dont even like all that much smh....#rambles from the bog #half me is like: oh huh! weird #and the other half is: well i need to crawl into a hole and take everything with me. im too Seen #somehow it feels like a stranger walked into my house & took snacks from my fridge and then Left w/o a word #like hey. i wasnt gonna eat that but hey.#gently swatting the person who made the 'tok with a very floppy and oversized sunhat #did they credit??? probably not huh #for the brief horrible window i had tiktok i rarely saw edits crediting the art used #which is. i gotta say. pretty rude!

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mostlyaeiou · 2 months

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maybe I'm autistic, but I'm having that feminine urge to be prepared for any scenario all in one bag

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lovedazai · 29 days

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yayayay happy weekend !!

#having a little nighttime snack of chocolate biscotti n decaf coffee ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )⟡#today was so boring in the best way possible <33 i didnt rlly do anything. my lazy girl dream #i had some old bananas so i made banana peanut butter muffins w oat flour !!#an older lady at the store told me i was pretty :< i carried it w me all day #im going to go thru my inbox tmw but all the dazai asks….u guys have me yearning so bad for this man (づ៸៸៸◟)#super busy day tmw so im going to bed early but !! i hope friday treated u nicely <3 love u

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softquietsteadylove · 17 days

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I’m glad you liked the idea!! The result was so perfect and sweet as usual. Here’s another if you’re interested/have muse! Words: curiousity, animals, whispering

Gil gulped, trying to focus on plating more appetizers as the guests mulled about. For the most part, they were scattered around the rest of the sprawling estate, but some of them had gravitated towards the kitchen naturally out of eagerness for the next round.

And they kept whispering.

He couldn't make out what they were saying, of course, but Gil knew when he was being whispered about. He had grown up as a husky but strong boy who loved cooking, he was no stranger to feeling like an animal in a zoo. But the scrutinising glares of a couple dozen millionaires were more than enough to put him on edge.

He dabbed at some sweat on his forehead and heard a giggle behind him. He was glad he had the steam and stove and various other heat sources to blame for the flush in his skin. Clearing his throat, he turned with the platter in hand. "More hors d'oeuvres--canapes with cavier and brie crostini with blackberry and prosciutto."

"How delightful!"

"Wherever did Thena find a specimen like you?"

"I simply must get the recipe to my own chef!"

Gil just smiled, setting down the platter for them to maul at will. He slipped backwards, eager for the refuge of the inner kitchen again. When Thena had described this as a 'monsters' ball' of a soiree, she wasn't kidding.

She had warned him that the guests were technically allowed wherever they wanted to be, including his own space, as much as she wanted to discourage it. There were also warnings about how rude they could be, even if the words were polite, as well as not to let any of them subtly try to poach him from her.

As if that were possible; he had no desire to work for anyone but Thena.

Only a few more hours and it was over. Even if there were still guests lingering, Thena had made it very clear that he could leave after 11. It was pretty sweet, all things considered. It wasn't uncommon for the chef to be stuck there catering to everyone's desires until guests had left, and then clean up after everything too.

"Sir, the food is being received splednidly!"

"Jesus!" Gil cursed, gripping the pocket of his chef's jacket over his heart as Karun - yet again - materialised out of thin air. He glared at him, "dude!"

Karun just chuckled, though, not minding the casual speech in the least. "The Madam is the envy of all present, thanks to you and your recipes, sir. I have heard only glowing reviews throughout the party."

Well, no chef disliked hearing that. And if the guests weren't going to compliment him so honestly, then at least he could hear it from someone he trusted. They hadn't said anything bad of course, but even when they were saying nice things, he really felt like he couldn't believe anything any of them were saying.

"The Madam knew, of course. I have never heard her praise anything so highly as your food!"

Sometimes Gil really wondered if Karun exaggerated Thena's words, at all. She was just so quiet, so hard to read. It was hard to imagine her going on at length about...well, anything. And yet Karun made it sound like it was something she gushed about.

"Where is Thena?" Gil asked, even looking around in hopes of catching a glimpse of her bright blonde hair. He wiped his hands on the towel tossed over his shoulder. "I haven't seen her since the doors opened."

She had stopped by before getting ready, while he was still preparing everything. She had seemed a little nervous, actually, hovering around his prep work as if to procrastinate putting on her fancy dress and doing her hair.

"Ah, the Madam has many guests to entertain," Karun lamented, although still with the same immovable smile on his face. He straightened his bow tie. "Although, she did mention fetching something from the wine cellar."

"Huh," Gil murmured, still wiping his hands, mostly to occupy them with something. He didn't have anything on the fire currently, although he had considered that he could use some sparkling just to float on top of the personal panna cottas. "Maybe I'll see if she needs a hand with anything."

Gil walked down the stairs to the fancy underground wine cellar with heavy steps. He just needed a second wind to get through the rest of the evening. If he could have a little snack and push out the desserts then he would have a clear board. There were dressed up wait staff walking around with drinks and trays of his food anyway.

Maybe Karun had planned it, but Gil turned the corner and found Thena. She was seated on one of the crates yet to be unpacked, probably full of bottles that cost more than his whole salary. She was hunched over a little plate of food with her legs crossed, the slit of her dress exposing the length of them, while also pooling unceremoniously on the floor with her heels. Her hair was still pinned tightly at the back of her head, although he was guessing that the sparkly clip sitting beside her had been in it until she got down here.

She still looked gorgeous, although he had to admit he was more fond of the way she looked first thing in the morning, enjoying one of his omelettes.

"Oh," she looked up, not rushing to polish her appearance again. She rearranged her dress somewhat, starting to slip her stocking feet back into her shoes. "I was-"

"Hey, it's okay," he rushed. He could only assume she had taken off the high heels because her feet were killing her. "I won't tell."

She smiled at him, thankful for his secrecy. She did indeed slip her feet back to the tile floor, holding her rations preciously. "Did you come to escape them as well?"

"Escape them?"

She glanced upward in the direction of her own party, "the animals."

Gil snorted. He had certainly thought of them as such, but he hadn't exactly thought Thena did too. At least, not so literally. "I thought you knew at least some of them."

But she looked downtrodden, bordering on miserable. Gil immediately thought of the times in his life when he felt like a shy little outcast, sitting alone at lunch or being excluded from playing with others. "I suppose I am acquainted with a few of them. But this is largely a networking event. It is my turn to host it, nothing more."

He didn't exactly know everything about Thena's super fancy lifestyle. Actually, he knew very little about it. But he was confident in saying that she didn't ask for any of it, let alone like it. "Really sounds like more of a pain in the ass, than anything."

He usually didn't swear in front of Thena (his boss). Well, he didn't always talk in front of her at all. But she smiled again, her finger playing with a sprig of green onion that had tumbled off a canape. "I would have to agree."

Given that this was the most he and Thena had ever exchanged in terms of words or conversation, Gil decided to push further. He abandoned the search for champagne in favour of leaning against a stack of crates facing her. He slipped his hands in his pockets, although he immediately wondered if it was coming off as 'trying too hard'. "Is there anyone here you like at all?"

She looked up, stared him dead in the eyes, and said, "you."

Gil blushed.

Thena looked down at her lap again. She didn't rush to correct her statement, but her fidgeting with her plate increased as she brought her knees closer to her chest. "Not that I make for good company."

"What?" he laughed, hoping she would follow suit. "I'd rather be down here with you than up there, anyway."

She didn't quite take it as the compliment he intended, but she did look up again. Her lip set in a firm line, "have they been pestering you? I did attempt to make it clear that you were to be left to your work."

They had circled him like sharks observing a wounded dolphin. "I haven't really noticed them."

Thena scowled down at her beet cured salmon rosette. "Not one of them is of the mind to brush elbows with their own staff. I knew that your food would entice them into playing nice, but I did hope they would have some decorum."

He definitely got the impression that, while happy to sing his praises here and now, working for them was probably a nightmare. He would much rather be here with Thena, hiding from her own guests like ne'er do wells under the bleachers.

Thena blinked as he stole the rosette right off her plate. "I beg your pardon."

He gave her a grin, chewing it thoroughly. It turned out well! "What?--you were just playing with it. Someone should enjoy my work."

Her lips tugged up again and he really noticed how the red colour made them look even fuller than usual. "I did not realise my secret stash would have to be shared."

Gil shrugged, leaning forward to steal something else. Despite her teasing reproach, she leaned back and offered her plate to help him select something. He grabbed the remaining half of a mini buratta with a disk of tomato gelee and air crisped basil. He'd never created such pretentious finger food in all his life, but that was exactly what the animals wanted, according to Thena.

"I took two of everything and came down here nearly an hour ago," she confessed, hanging her head in guilt. She finally picked up the blackberry from her crostini and ate it. "Mingling with them is simply beyond my threshold for suffering."

She said 'they're a bunch of assholes' so eloquently.

"I guess I don't blame you," Gil chuckled, taking the rest of the crostini she had left after claiming just the fruit from it. "It's your party, your house--if you wanna play hooky, then who cares."

"Play hooky?" she furrowed her brows at the expression.

He laughed again, which she seemed to take as a scathing mockery of her ignorance. His expression softened and he leaned off the crates.

Thena drew her shoulders up but ultimately made room for him on her crate as he sat down next to her. It was neither too small nor comfortably large. He managed not to touch butts with her, but there was nothing he could do about his shoulder brushing hers.

He glanced at her from his position of having to somewhat perch himself on the corner, "aren't you cold?"

Thena's cheeks took on the most charming shade of pink he'd ever seen in his life. Now that he was closer to her, he could see the faint tremor in her hands and shoulders. She looked down at her plate again, positively mortified. "Freezing."

Poor thing was so eager to leave her own party that she would rather freeze by herself in the wine cellar than mingle a little. Gil immediately wished he had something on under his chef's jacket (although that would only ever create more of a sweating problem).

Gil put his hand on hers, which really was startlingly cold to the touch. "If you don't wanna come up to the kitchen, I get it. Some of your guests do keep poking their heads in."

That certainly was enough to keep her rooted in place.

He gave her frigid hand a squeeze, "but I'll bring you something, okay? Something to warm you up in hiding."

Thena looked up at him as he stood, preparing to leave her again. Those big, dazzling green eyes of hers pleaded with him, "hurry back?"

He would let all of the desserts burn if he had to. He lingered at the door just to wave to her, "I'll grab more rations for us too."

The brightened expression on her face at the promise of his lengthened return was blinding. It was more than enough to convince him to set the desserts out all at once and whatever happened, happened. As far as he was concerned, the guest of honour was down here freezing her butt off, the least he could do was grab a cup of hot cocoa and his hoodie and some more snacks for her.

#Thenamesh Hamptons AU #poor Thena has negative social skills #of course she would rather hide in the basement than attend her own party #everyone attending is just some rich asshole anyway #so their families know each other so what #Karun knows she's hiding from everyeone #and he knows just the cure #so he goes into the kitchen and says oh hey I think I saw Thena going downstairs #Gil: great I just happened to need something down there totally unrelated #I love this prompt so thank you #Thena doesn't really want any of them talking to her sweet and funny chef #she finally gets the chance to talk to him and it's because she's having a terrible time #little does she know Gil is like this is my chance #he pulls everything out at once and tells the catering staff this is what everything is I'll be back whenever #if they ask for something I do not care #he comes back downstairs with a nice hot mug and puts sweater over her shoulders and presents more snacks and desserts for her #and Thena falls even more in love with him #I mean they have an appropriate and professional relationship #Karun isn't matchmaking at all

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tenthrees · 9 months

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nature was so pretty this morning.

#I found this little spot near a waterfall to eat a snack and sketch it was so nice #I could have stayed there all day #h speaks #my photos #nature

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steelycunt · 1 year

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umm hi. okay here's the brief for today my lovely little apricots can you. recommend a song that puts you ina good mood a song you can have a little dance to..alternatively a song 4 summer...eating a twister lolly and pretending it is not a miserable grey day outside my window...

#over a third of my april 23 playlist currently is just dmr i need to combat that with literally anything else...hope everyone is having #a lovely weekend!! hope you are enjoying a nice snack or a little delight!! i personally just completed a grocery shop that took me #an hour and a half (<- evils of the buses) but i got some delightful snacks and now it is time to. read my little book!!#you guys have twister lollies right. i hope so everyone should get 2 enjoy a twister lolly...i love ice lollies i love all shapes n sizes #and flavours of them they are the epitome of a little delight there are so many different ones there are so many classics....gosh #(ridi's) bigmouth strikes again

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katierosefun · 7 months

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is there really a better combination than bread and butter. i love you bread i love you butter i love you carbs and fat

#caroline talks #was hungry. didn't have any real snacks lying around #really i just. went into the kitchen #toasted bread. slabbed on butter.#if my roommate thinks i'm being odd right now. let her think i'm being odd #i have just studied for two and a half hours straight i need. fun little snack #tbh. i just like the nice crusty bread that i get from my grocery store's bakery #literally i have NOT looked back ever since i got that bread from the store.#and sometimes it's genuinely cheaper than the regular degular factory produced bread #so like. a good time #and also. i'm a big believer in buying foods that genuinely make you happy #so if i spend a buck more on good bread and therefore feel excited and happy to eat. then so be it

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ruegracieuse · 7 months

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I love the ‘what’s in my bag’ trend because I’m so curious (nosy) about everyone’s little details. what style of bag do you choose? do you have a daily notebook? maybe two? what do you need to bring with you? what do you just accumulate? what kind of mints do you like 👀

#and I love little things. little items well used #I’m going to do it once I’m home and have a nice floor to use as background #me #also do you use a full wallet or just a coin purse? or a card holder?#do you bring a book with you? pens? snacks? what kind of earphones do you use #same feelings I get when I go inside someone else’s bedroom or car #‘sorry it’s so messy’ girl I was hoping it would be

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snow-system-wol · 7 days

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Before going to Sharlayan, S'ria quietly slips away to make one more visit to Amaurot -- so that he may speak again with a old friend. (Or, a shade of him, at least.)

Ao3

Amaurot was a strange place (or a strange shadow of a place, anyway), and each following visit left a stronger impression on S'ria. Yes, both times were harrowing experiences, to say the least – perhaps with Elidibus even more so than Emet-Selch in some ways. Emet-Selch, for all the harm he had done, seemed at least like he wanted him to understand something, wanted him to see something.

Even Elidibus claimed otherwise, his trial was surely meant to hurt more than truly to make a point. Or rather, the point was most likely that it would hurt him.

S'ria felt like his choice to return a third time now would somehow result in something terrible happening.

If S'ria tried to look past all that, at the city itself, it just felt… unbearably sad to be there. The fact that it wasn't truly real was felt in every corner of the place. S'ria couldn't say he understood how Emet-Selch had conjured Amaurot into existence, but S'ria had truly expected the city to crumble around them when he was gone. The fact that it persisted is almost macabre somehow – a graveyard for both its inhabitants and its creator.

There was also something else there, though, that nagged at him. Even if it had been all but confirmed, that his unsundered self would remember this place, he couldn't remember anything. The feeling of a blank spot in his memories where he knew something had been there, it was all too familiar and it put him on edge. Unlike the normal situation, however, S'ria suspected none of the others in his head could readily recall these memories either.

Maybe it was better not to know, if even a hint of recalling The Final Days had such a drastic effect on people.

For such an eerie place, there was no danger here anymore. It was just a harmless snapshot in time. That was really the only way S'ria could justify coming back alone. Well, that and the fact that truly no one else could have come with him, not anymore. He supposed he could have asked Ryne, but it seemed like something that would worry her unnecessarily. (He, of course, visited her and passed on Thancred's regards already. His priorities remained well in place.)

Despite walking past seemingly alive Amaurotines, it seemed more lifeless than ever now that there were no truly alive Ascians remaining here. Ah, but that was not… wholly true. That was the whole reason he came back here, after all. Alive, no, but present in the moment, yes.

S'ria reached a quiet overlook, one that was shadowed by trees and offered a bit of peaceful seclusion.

He was not sure how this worked, really, but all of his past experiences implied it could be as simple as…

"Hythlodaeus?" S'ria called out barely louder than his speaking voice and waited.

The city remained quiet around him. One of the most jarring things about Emet-Selch's illusion, he was realizing, was that it had some of the little things but missed others. The faint wear of foot patterns on stairs, fallen leaves scattered below the foliage – that was all perfect. But unless Amaurot was entirely closed off and had no wind currents, the lack of rustling in the trees felt unnatural. It was too still.

At the least, the uncanny lack of sound meant that it was very easy to hear Hythlodaeus' movements as he approached.

"How odd… I was led to believe that you and yours left this shard. Yet you've called for me."

"Ah, yes, the others are safely back home, and I'm able to travel freely for now. And, Elidibus…"

Hythlodaeus sighed, the sound just slightly off. S'ria suddenly wondered whether he even needed to breathe in this state of being.

"I am aware. I would like to think it could have ended differently, but – I had meant it when I said I hoped for your survival."

Hythlodaeus settled down on a bench and patted the spot next to him. S'ria clambered onto the seat as gracefully as he could, and couldn't help but be reminded of his similar problem when they'd first met. Why did they have to be so tall?

"Surely you came all this way for something more than to socialize with me, yes?"

"Yes and no. There are… two things I'd like to ask you about, even if you may not answer."

"I think that you shall find me to be a fairly open book." He raised his hand to his mouth as if to politely cover a laugh, S'ria could even see his shoulders shake briefly, but there was no sound. S'ria held back a shudder. It occurred to him for the first time since stepping foot in the city that– perhaps Emet-Selch and Elidibus were not the only beings in Amaurot that could be dangerous to him.

Perhaps that was uncharitable. If Hythlodaeus meant any ill will, he'd had plenty of times alone with S'ria to act on that by now. It wasn't Hythlodaeus' fault if he felt just a little bit off to interact with sometimes. He couldn't control being little more than a ghost.

S'ria cleared his throat. "First question. You had said 'my new old friend'. That and the other soul crystal… what can you tell me about who I was, before?"

"Certainly, I –." Hythlodaeus cut off mid-phrase. "Oh, how odd. I could tell you about the title and role, but that much is already knowledge you have. I could tell you that Emet-Selch and I both knew you, but… I was never meant to be so well-crafted as to possess more than a few memories. Anything else is simply a vague implication of recollection. I feel..."

" ...as though you should know, but don't? Believe me, it's familiar," S'ria said dryly.

Hythlodaeus nodded. "I apologize that I cannot give you what you ask. I only hope that your second question will not be so fruitless."

Right, the second question. In truth, it was more so this that gnawed at S'ria, more than questions about his identity. He'd had an entire journey to decide how to approach this, and yet the result was mostly improvisation.

"You're the only one in this city that is… aware of their predicament, and based on this city remaining for months with no steward, I imagine it will be here for quite some time. Maybe even forever, to whatever extent that means. I'd thought, at the time, that this place might just fade with Emet-Selch. I – are you all right? Is there anything that could be done for you?"

S'ria got the sense that Hythlodaeus was giving him a strange look, even if his face couldn't be seen.

"That is quite sweet, even if – are you offering to assist me with ending my own shadow of existence?" To S'ria's relief, he sounded more amused than offended. "I'm afraid you know not what you offer, nor the magics at play."

S'ria drew back. "I don't mean to seem callous, it just seems… a difficult way to spend eternity."

"Mayhap it would be, if I were truly here. In reality, we barely are present when unobserved, nearly in stasis." Hythlodaeus turned to stare out across the city. "Even when I am awake, I do not feel troubled by the idea that the true Hythlodaeus is no more, nor am I troubled by my state of being. Whatever thoughts Emet-Selch may have drawn from when he reconstituted me, I believe that he might have remembered me as… happy, in those memories. To answer your question, I do not have any complaints that need be addressed."

S'ria was not certain whether that was better or worse. It was good to not be upset, but maybe less so if he actually couldn't be. Still, it was a relief to know he wasn't actively suffering.

"I am glad that this is not difficult for you."

"As am I." How odd it was, that a person with no visible mouth or eyes could smile at S'ria.

They lapsed into silence again for a time. Now that neither of them were speaking, the lack of expected sounds in Amaurot quickly regained S'ria's attention. He was distracted enough that Hythlodaeus had to prompt him a second time for him to notice.

"Might I ask one question of my own?"

S'ria would prefer to say no, certain that it would be something he'd rather not discuss. It seemed a fair courtesy, though.

"You may ask." He chose not to promise an answer.

"Are you well? Your soul seems far less troubled than the time we first met, and calmer still than when we last spoke."

S'ria relaxed. "Oh. Yes, I think I'm doing a lot better than I have in a long time. Things are still… when is the world ever not ending? But I've been happy with my life for these last few months, tough as it is."

"You don't know how much joy it brings me to hear you say as such. One always wants to see their friends heal – and you do seem quite content."

S'ria realized he'd started gently purring while thinking back on the more pleasant parts of the last few months with the Scions, and did his best to stop. Hythlodaeus responded with another of those strange silent laughs.

He stood up, immediately towering over S'ria, and turned as if to make his way back into the heart of the city.

"I am relieved to see you well, and appreciative of the effort and consideration it took to visit me – however, might I speak freely?"

S'ria nodded, hesitantly.

Hythlodaeus looked back at him, only darkness visible beyond the eyes of his mask.

"As things currently stand, this simulacrum of Amaurot is not meant for the living, only for us shades now. I believe it'd be for the best if you did not revisit a fourth time. You should return home."

#snow-system #ffxiv-oc #ffxiv-reactions #s'ria 🌸❄️#writings #last piece of writing pre enw #this might be on this blog elsewhere but #well I'm actually at this point now so fair game is fair game #hyth is really quite nice but i feel like the shades need to be just a little bit Wrong to interact with #uncanny #2 degrees to the left of horror at any point in time #this is very tasty and completely outside of canon but Have a Lil Snack

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