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cultrise · 6 months

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BASOREXIA. mike schmidt

ଳ CONTENTS slightly suggestive content towards the end, fluff, clingy loser bf mikey drabble :3

mike always chases after your lips when you pull away from him after long minutes of making out, lips plump and swollen looking for yours. mike who will never, and i mean ever, pull away first, not caring if the air from his lungs disappears, not caring if he chokes and coughs and turns red. he’d gladly let the air drain out if it meant staying attached to your lips forever.

his clinginess only accentuated as your relationship went on, makeout sessions ensuing daily, the second his hand sneaked around your waist to pull you in. it often went on longer than it should, meaning you frequently arrived late at work or dropped abby off to school a few good minutes after closing, having to discuss with her teacher and make up dumb excuses.

mike was notorious for losing sleep. it was no unusual thing to see him walking around the house with eyebags under his beautiful brown eyes that threatened to close at any second. but if one night, as you both lay on the couch watching tv, kissing ensued? he’s set on spending hours in your arms, kissing every inch of skin on your face, neck and chest, often trailing them down your figure and down between your legs.

“mikey..” you whisper shakily before his lips attack yours again like he’s a man starved. with each press of his lips, he spilt his affections into your mouth, marking his love into your skin and mouth, leaving it in the form of a sweet flavour for your tongue to taste. he doesn’t respond, humming softly against you as he deepens the kiss.

“mike” you changed your tone, barely escaping him. no use. it was as if his mind abandoned his body, leaving it on autopilot to do what it does best: worshipping you. you couldn’t lie and say you wanted to pull away. you understood him completely, it was quite addicting. however, it was pretty hard to concentrate on him as your lungs gave out. you tap his shoulder repeatedly, making him pull away with half-lidded eyes.

“you okay?” his eyes bore into yours, soft and staggered breaths spilling away from his spit-covered lips. his curls fell lazily on his head, stubble growing on his face and coffee-coloured orbs checking you out shamelessly, going over your lips again and again. you decide to close your eyes, trying to catch your breath. you knew you had no chance of doing so if you continued to stare at the man before you.

“yeah.. just.. can’t breathe” you let out a tired sigh as mike chuckles, a low chuckle that makes your skin tingle. his hands find their way under your clothes, under the hoodie you had yet again stolen from him (not that he complained), the cold of his fingers clashing with your hot skin. he counters that by pressing more warm, loving kisses to your neck and jaw, not wanting to pull away.

“have you eaten today?” your own stomach rumbles signalise you to stare at the clock. 10:35 pm. mike doesn’t reply, only humming dismissively before your hand goes to his back, caressing it. “has abby?”

“mm.. don’t think so.. says she doesn’t want to” he clarifies between kisses as you sigh, shutting your eyes. you knew with everything going on, as much as mike loved his sister it was hard for him to keep pressing her to eat. you were determined to take on that role, palms slowly pushing him away so he faced you. disappointment lies in his features.

“i think…” your hands soften his shirt, fingers stopping to graze the skin of his neck “we should order a pizza” you give him a small smile, earning another in return as his fingers tap the sides of your waist.

“sure” and he’s back on your lips again, pushing his tongue into your mouth and tasting it like he hadn’t done it in weeks. it was hard to have him pull away, after all, he was the one on top of you, not the other way around. his grip on your waist tightens as he feels the touch of your hands on his shoulders.

“mike, the pizza isn’t gonna order itself” and there goes the look of disappointment, once again. there were two things you couldn’t pry mike away from: his sister, whom he always strived to provide for and keep by his side and now you, who comforted him in his hardest times, which resulted in him not being able to pull away from you even if he tried.

“nononono, come back, baby.. please…” he drags you back down with a desperate plead, just as you try to push him off. you sigh, defenceless, giving in and letting yourself get pulled in again. you hated the idea of parting from his embrace, yet you also wanted to take care of him and abby, or, as she recently had called it, your new family. after 5 long minutes of kissing you tap his shoulder again. mike pulls away in a haze once more, dragging your bottom lip slightly between his teeth.

“i’m serious, mike. i need to order that pizza” mike sighs, rolling his eyes a bit and stealing a few more pecks. you smiled as you felt his hard-on poke at your thigh. the extra-desperation was now explained.

“be quick…” he begged as you got up, dialling the number and starting to order. there was a new kid at the pizzeria, one that made sure to take his time while jotting down your order and repeating it to you. that being said, it’s no wonder you soon felt mike’s grabby hands on your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he pressed his ear to the phone.

he frowns, annoyance in his eyes as he whispers “come on.. he got it, let’s go back….” you shush him, trying to focus on the phone call. the second you put it back into the receiver, mike’s lips chase after yours.

“slow down” you giggle as he groans, pressing his forehead on yours and gently pulling you closer, taking another quick taste of your lips. his hands play with your clothes, twisting and pulling at the fabric. your fingers tangle into his curls, smiling against his lips. but the moment you feel him becoming touchy, however…

“woah, there! not now” mike pouts, going limp into your touch. he looks like a puppy who got yelled at “the pizza’s going to be here soon and abby is a few doors over. not yet” your reassurance doesn’t work as he buries his face into your neck with a needy sigh.

“we can be quick…” he whispers, digits drawing circles on your back. you shake your head in dismissal.

it’s not long after that abby bursts out of her room, ready to show you some new drawing of hers featuring you three as the main characters. the pizza delivery follows quickly after and you raise your eyebrows convincingly to mike as you both lay the table. he responds with a scoff, rolling his eyes with a small smile.

you sit at the table, chatting with abby as you stuff your empty stomachs with some savoury pizza, emptying the three boxes with ease. mike’s hand lingers on your thigh, rubbing it silently as the dinner passes. you could feel his longing stares burn into your skin, see his bottom lip disappear between his teeth as he watches you.

you were sure that the second you both tucked abby into bed, you were not going to get any sleep. after all, aren’t you mean for pushing him away for so long? you definitely need to make up for the minutes lost by giving him the attention he craves the entire night. and he’s determined not to let go of your lips this time.

#𐙚 — pages.#not my best but oh well #got lazy with the ending oops #bottom line is mike loves kissing you <3 #mike #mike schmidt #mike x reader #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson

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etfrin · 6 months

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→ ❝Lipstick Stains and Love Bites | Ethan Landry❞´ˎ-

Warning - NSFW | blowjob, making out, | lmk if I forgot anything.

Ethan Landry x afab! Reader

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

A/N: this was my first time writing a blowjob, help, was it good?

Summary - you mark his neck with pretty love bites and his dick with your favorite lipstick shade!

Being on Ethan's lap was a huge comfort for you after a tiring day. Your head is on his shoulder, softly breathing onto his skin as he wraps his arm around you to hold you.

Neither of you was talking, but basking in each other's comfort. His body heat is reassuring, and how his chest rises with each breath calms you down. Making you melt into him.

This was mundane. This was everything.

Taking in his scent, citrus, and something woody. You decided to press your lips onto his neck. Something seemingly innocent. You wanted to pepper kiss him all over because of love.

He doesn't say anything but lets out a sigh, his body relaxing even more beneath you as he feels your lips. He tilts his head to give you more access and that was all the permission you needed.

You start slowly, your lips pecking his skin in innocent kisses until your mouth finds a spot it particularly likes. And without even realizing you started to suck. It was soft, nothing to form a hickey over.

But you felt his breath hitch from the action. He made a sound that was filled with need. A small, deep groan escaped him.

It makes you suck the spot harder. Your teeth now meet the skin for a soft bite. He groans louder. Your lips get faster, the skin turning into a pretty shade of red. Your teeth again meet the flesh to bite. You lick around the mark to soothe the pain. The first love bite of the day.

What started as just mere cuddling now turned into something more. You made sure not a single inch of his skin escaped the assault of your lips. Meanwhile, all Ethan did was let out encouraging groans and squeeze your hip with his hand urging you to continue. His erection poked your thigh but you were too busy painting this boy's bruises to give it much-needed attention.

You lean back, breathless from your actions of the past minute to admire the art you made on his skin. All red and the beginning of purple forming on his neck at various places with various sizes. Poor boy would have to wear a turtleneck for a week after this.

You bite your lower lip, feeling yourself getting needy but you want to make this about him. So, ignoring your pleasure for the moment you decided to reward your boyfriend for how good he is.

Remembering the lipstick he gave you last week gave you a filthy idea you wanted to play out. You got out of bed which made Ethan whine, “Babe, where are you-” You shot him a look, reassuring him that it wasn’t over just yet. Looking through your drawers, you finally found the lipstick he bought you last week. It was a sudden gift, you remembered all the blushing and fumbling he did as he had handed you the gift saying you would look so beautiful with this shade on your lips.

Now, it’s time to find out if this shade of red would look pretty smeared all over his cock.

You apply the lipstick, enjoying the confusion on his face. His eyes glossed with pleasure and lust, His brown curls were a mess with how much your finger ran through, and his body was flushed with a shade lighter than the lipstick you were wearing right now. You find your way back to his lap.

“How do I look?” you asked him, your tone teasing. “Beautiful,” he whispers, breathless and rough, “But, baby, I need you-”

You find yourself interrupting his sentence by saying with a smile of a siren, “How do you think this shade will look smeared on your cock?”

It took him a moment to realize what you meant. You knew you would always remember the way his eyebrow furrowed in question and the click of his brain as his eyes widened and he finally got what you meant by that. Oh, he was so adorable. He lets out a deep groan, “Please, love, please..” He pulls you into a sudden kiss. A yelp escaping your lips at the suddenness of his soft lips meeting with yours. He tasted the donuts you shared with him earlier today. He tasted heavenly. He kissed you like a man starving. As if his kiss were a form of worship. You moan into his mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity he was showing.

The kiss breaks, leaving both of you breathless. ”Please,” he whispers, the lipstick staining his lips. After pressing another soft kiss on his lips, you go down and unzip his pants.

You find yourself stroking his cock in that tight grip he likes, a breathless whine leaving his mouth as his eyes shut close from feeling the softness of your palm around his girth. His hips jerk, fucking your fist at a sensual pace.

His angry red tip forms beads of pre-cum that you lean forward to lick. The salty taste of his cum makes you whine softly, his hips jerking a bit faster as he feels your tongue glide across his cockslit. He groans, "Please, stop teasing."

You chuckle as he continues to plead. Your lips move down on his length, kissing his dick so the lipstick would be smeared while your tongue would trace the pulsing veins of his cock. You could feel it twitch. 'Cute' you think before deciding to put the boy out of his misery.

You start taking his length into your mouth slowly, making sure to cover your teeth. Maybe it was desperation, maybe it was needed but Ethan's hip bucked into your mouth, the tip of his dick hitting your throat.

His eyes widen when you choke around his cock, saliva coating your lower chin. Neither of you move as you get used to his length. "I- I am sorry-" Ethan whines, "You feel so good…"

Ignoring his apology, knowing that you'll get him back later for this. You start to suck, your tongue swirling around his cockhead and the veins. You close your eyes and let yourself indulge. You start slow, bobbing your head up and down.

You hold Ethan's hand and place it in your hair. You felt him stroke through his hair as he began to shallowly thrust into your mouth, making sure not to gag you. "This feels so good, you feel so perfect," he whimpers, "Ah… your mouth is so warm, fuck, love."

When he sees you, your mouth stretches to accommodate his thick length, your drool rolling down your chin, and lipstick smeared on your face. He was done. The hand that was stroking your hair, gripped your locks tightly, keeping your head in place. You open your eyes in question, you take in the sight of a debauched Ethan. "Sorry," he whispered, "I'll cum soon, so just take it… alright."

With that warning, he begins to thrust into your mouth without care whether you choke or gag. He moans, "You look so beautiful like this, I couldn't control myself. You're so pretty. You were born to suck my cock, right? I am sorry- I am sorry for being so rough."

He whines as he continues to thrust into the wet heat of your mouth, you moaning around his length, the vibration of the sound making this so much better.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cursed as he kept bucking his hips into your mouth. He moans out your name as thick ropes of cum fill your mouth, some spilling and painting your chin because you couldn't swallow it all.

He takes his cock out of your mouth and wipes the drool and his cum off your face. When he opens his mouth to apologize yet again, you shush him by saying, "I'll get you back for it, E. Sometimes you keep forgetting that you're just a toy. Now lay down, pretty boy, I am not done yet."

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chosoclub · 15 days

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Art by nada_ge

Playlist based off of this work → here

CONSPECTUS: Suguru Geto is transfixed by you and he would eliminate anything that stands in the way of you and him. TAGS: MDNI! ° wc 3k ° dark content ° stalking ° cannibalistic idioms ° masturbation ° afab!reader ° cunnilingus (f!receiving) ° penetration ° fingering ° incel!suguru LMAO ° no y/n mention

SUTPHIN BLVD ⋆ SUGURU GETO&READER

The word soulmate has been churned and spit out with no vindication; Stellar collisions seldom occur frequently, and when two white dwarfs spin into each other, their mass instability can conceive a supernova so strong, that the dwarfs’ obsolete mass is thwarted into the galaxy. Yet, this word, soulmate, an event that is meant to encapsulate a feeling so obsessive, so thrusting and strong has been diluted to nothing but a mere expression of love.

When Suguru first saw you, neon and glowing, he empathized with the supernova. Partially from the alcohol that flowed up to his irises, partially from the way you dress hugged the concaves of your waist and thighs, he felt his vision vignette with you in the center. Your eyes sparkled like dew-misted grass, the words that came out of your lips blurry when they hit his ears,

“I said, I love this song! What’s it called?” You repeated after his second consecutive huh?

The music boomed through his headphones, making his head spin, and the motor functions flow out of his fingertips when spinning a knob to reverb to the next track.

“Techno? It sounds sick!” You yell over the crowd when he responds, your voice maintains a soft and silky tone even when you’re hollering.

The music in his ears ceases immediately when he rips the headphones off his head, “Take over for me,” body towards his partner, eyes still on you, watching you begin to dance and blend back into the crowd. The other grabs his headphones.

The feeling takes over him like ebony ink, swirling through his arteries until it fills him up from head to toe and he feels overtaken by the overwhelmingly obsessive jet black: Her.

At the end of the night, Suguru has you propped against the brick wall of the bathroom, a hand under your dress, kneading at your breast as you softly moan against his mouth. Your lips are glistening with spit, the plump coral splitting to moan his name in the blur of the club music. He sucks at your neck, the tension between his lips and your skin bleeding a red, purple, blue he laps his tongue over before moving lower to create another masterpiece on the skin.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” He slurs against your bare stomach, placing a kiss on the surface before bracing your legs on his shoulders and laving the entrance of your pussy. His warm tongue against your flesh contrasts the cold wall against your back as you groan his name against the brick. You can feel every ridge that protrudes his tongue as he flicks it in between the currents of your pussy. Suguru wants desperately to twist his tongue until you’re crumbling against him like putty, spinning you at his will until there’s nothing left.

The bass of the music feels even more intense when you’re so close to your orgasm and when his acute movements quicken, you have to grip at his long raven locks to keep conscious.

This routine develops over the next few months, and Suguru and his tongue become a presence you see more often. His arm leaning against the door frame when you swing the door open, the two of you both in agreement on terms he’s there for. He’d stay to chat, slowly unfolding you at the palm of his hand, learning more, understanding more about you, and then eventually in the night, fucking the daylights out of you. To you, he modulates into a friend who’s pretty good at making you feel good. One night, he’s sitting on the edge of the couch, arm on the cherry brown armrest, the other stretched against the back cushions and hovering over your head. His eyes have a warm crease to them.

“I like having you around,” you turn to him, smiling. The arm by your neck shifts so that he can rest his temple against his knuckles.

“Yeah? I’m not surprised.”

“Jesus, no, not like that,” pausing, “yes, like that, but also as someone to talk to.”

He smiles, eventually unable to help the toothy grin against his right palm. You lean to slide your tongue in between his teeth. He takes you in, arms shifting to each other’s hair, tongue sliding against the soft part of your cheek.

“I could say the same about you,” he groans against your lips. You tug lightly at his long, black hair, moaning softly when you feel the tip of his shaft poking your thigh. He slides down the couch to let you fully lay atop him and feel the girth of his dick. To Suguru, you begin to overtake every part of his brain. He can’t help but think of you at all hours of the day until the image of you is a constant in his brain, and the thought of you splitting to run to some derivative of him tightens his chest, the black inkling rising to his head until the only thing that can bring him back to Earth is the vision you opening the front door and welcoming him in. When he catches you gazing down at him, gluttonous on your core like licking a bloomed orchid in the spring, the thought of someone else having you at their will like this, eyes glossed over, chest heaving, has him digging his nails into the silk flesh of your thighs until the marks flush bright red slits.

You’re so fucking perfect, Suguru hovers over your lips, his velvet fingers swirling the nectar between your legs, streaks spilling out onto his knuckles. He couldn’t imagine someone else making you feel as good as he does.

Even when he’s not with you, a day off from work, he's stretched on the couch, one hand pawing at his dick, the other swiping through the collection of you – one sleeping soundly on his arm, one through the blinds of you leaning close to the mirror, mouth slightly agape, hand mid-brushing an ebony wand through your lashes, taken minutes before he knocked on your front door. All are unique in their setting, all similar of you unknowing.

Suguru pictures your velvet flesh, the gravitational pull in the way you lean against him, thrust against him, heave against him. He wonders what it would be like to devour you whole, too pretty too chew, too delicious to consume you only with his eyes. He thinks of your ruby-fresh blood, the way it percolates against your skin when he leaves hickeys all over your chest – wondering if he could bite hard enough to get a taste of the rouge, even picturing your eyes widening in surprise and possibly fear at the sudden action. Regardless, he wonders what it tastes like, expectantly sweet or bitter. He sighs at the thought, feeling his vision blur at the abrupt surge of a climax.

The next day, when the words, I think I met someone spill from your lips, a soft smile as you look at him expectantly for him to grin back, flash his pearly canines like he always does when you lean close to him on the couch, he only narrows his eyes.

“Who?”

“I don’t think you’d know him but I met him while I was out the other night,” your smile is sticking to your cheeks without you realizing it and Suguru despises it, at least when it’s for another man. He can feel his heart beginning to thunder in his ribcage and his blood speed through his veins until they’re protruding out of his skin.

This felt like a double entendre, one side to tell Suguru as a supposed friend, and the other, a shadow that grows along the room, to say it’s probably in due time we stop seeing each other sexually, but you can still stick around and listen to the new man I’ve been fucking, and Suguru was convinced he despised that even more. The jet-black feels like it’s overtaking every hair on his body, rage bubbling from his core until all he can do to suppress it all is slightly tighten his jaw.

“Shit, well, that’s great – I’d love to meet him sometime.” He thinks your smile is cruel; a pinnacle of some sort of game you’ve entered with yourself to make him feel like shit after all these months. He has to count his breaths to not offset the rhythm of you two. He gazes into your unfazed composure, the vignette growing until the innocent facade begins to slip away until all that’s left of you is skeletal and infuriating. He can’t help but hate you for this.

He thinks of this someone from the other night, wondering if he’d already been over and sat in the same place Suguru sits. If he’d been inside you already. How it went. What it felt like. He can’t help the way he quietly scowls towards the floor, rageful at someone and rageful at you.

He leaves your place that afternoon with a permanent narrow in his eyes, but the next night, he’s mapping the steps back to your place. Sutphin Boulevard, he murmurs to himself. He adores how idiotically you leave the blinds unfolded at night for anyone to walk by and peek into life inside. A sweet sigh of relief when he sees you alone cuddled on the couch, phone slipping from your numb hand, eyes closed and resting with the TV blaring.

He tsks disappointingly at how easy it is for someone to peer inside and watch you sleep. Hypnotic, his thoughts and the way he wants to pick you up and nestle you deep where you can rest forever, unbothered by anyone else but him. Suguru stands there a while, the street empty so late at night, watching and picturing you waking up with him above you flashing an impish smile; Once again his desires shift to see fear in your eyes at how easily he managed to get inside. He’d shake his head, a thumb sliding across your jaw, the other four fingers pressing down on the purple veins of your neck. He wondered if you’d hide from him, ghost him for a while; not answer texts or calls until he’d have no choice but to slip back inside your life. Found ya, sweetheart.

Things didn’t seem to be running smoothly for you and your new man, you find solace and trust in Suguru. You invite him out to the park nearby, the secluded lake that welcomes a pink and yellow sunset as you rant to Suguru about your new love life.

“I don’t know, he hasn’t been reaching out to me if I don't text first,” you say, “that sucks, doesn’t it?”

“You want someone to make an effort for you.”

This causes the blood pumping through Suguru’s chest to pump faster. This asshole doesn’t even know what he has in his hands, he thinks, fists suddenly tight as iron. The thought of you in pain, shedding a tear over this man has him feeling hot; He’s already flipping through scenario after scenario to seek out revenge for your hurt.

“Right.”

“You’re worth the effort.”

Your smile softens Suguru’s grip on the wooden bench. It’s different this time, full of genuine, sticky-sweet honey the way it glows like the sunset.

He couldn’t imagine you leaving; the possibility has him in shambles, that you would consider someone else in the first place has his heart sinking to his stomach. Suguru was so enamored with you he forgot about you seeking someone other than him – He couldn’t let you stagger away. The walks to your place became more frequent and the likelihood of him knocking to come inside dwindled. By this point, he’s convinced he’s in love, the only words that ring between his ears when you smile at him: soulmate. He grips his fists, nails digging into his palms with a sting. He feels like crying but physically can’t muster the tears and is thus stuck with a bitter scowl on his face and an anvil over his chest. He feels like he’s forgotten life before you and can’t picture a future without you in it.

Weeks later, it’s I think he’s ghosting me all the way down. He has to turn away from you to roll his eyes when you tell him, watching your tear ducts well up with tears as he turns his head. He hugs you tight, wanting your heartbeat to feel his in tandem. Then suggests getting your mind off that dickhead, sweet smile that facades his intentions. You sniffle against his chest, wet tears coating his neck when you nod. Suguru digs his hand into your hips, propping you against the wall and ramming into you until his name is the only one you think of and the only one you moan.

For the first time since you met him, Suguru doesn’t spend the night. You watch him hazily as he rubs a thumb against your damp cheek. He gives your face an affectionate tap.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll see you soon alright?” Then he adds, “I want to stay, but I can’t right now.” And all you can do is nod.

“It’s okay, Suguru, I’ll text you in the morning, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course.”

He spends the night rummaging through your social media to find any face that’s close to the one you’ve described and cried over. He’s on one of your Facebook posts, mouse hovering over the tag of a man, focus blurred from your shaky hand that took the selfie in a clear drunken state. But, when Suguru clicks on his profile, he has a clear spreadsheet of the man before him; his place of work, his habits, his education. He chuckles at how easy this man is to find; Suguru has already mapped out his schedule in his head. He’s completely submerged in adoration for you, the thought of another man hurting you is catastrophic to him just as much as you leaving him by choice.

He spends the next few days simply thinking. He doesn’t reach out much. He only sits at his desk and fantasizes. A punch to the gut, a punch to the nose to watch the blood spew out in droplets. A bat to the torso. A knife to the trunk to watch the rouge flow. All for you. Any of it, for you.

He’s planned it perfectly as days turn to weeks; He’s learned this other man’s entire day-to-day. Most likely wakes up at six, takes the subway from Sutphin across to Manhattan, stays at his desk job until seven, lingers around the Manhattan bars until late, and takes the subway back, he’s back in Sutphin by three in the morning, where the raven awaits.

When the silver doors slide open in the subway, Suguru bumps his shoulder against the other when he steps out onto the concrete.

“Fuck, sorry man. Hey, you know if I catch a cab from here?” He fake slurs. The other's eyes are bloodshot but they narrow in annoyance. “I don’t live around here, I gotta get back before my girl gets worried.”

There’s only a handful of others who are already gone by the time the other says, “I don’t think cabs are running right now, you need a ride?”

Great, Suguru thinks, an asshole and a reckless driver.

“Yeah, man, let’s get out from here, making ‘ma head ring.”

The two men stumble above ground, isolated in the night. The contents inside Suguru’s backpack shuffle as he fakes his best-drunk walk.

“Hold on, man. I gotta throw up.” The other stumbles into the alleyway that overlooks the park like a pawn piece that slides right into the path of the queen. Suguru can’t help the grin that takes over his face.

“Yeah, no worries.” He hovers behind the other, and when the asshole is hunched over vomiting over his shoes, Suguru lifts his leg to collide against the other’s backside, sending him hurling forward over the concrete.

Before he has the chance to finish his holler, Suguru is on top of him, punching at his nose, unnoticing his knuckles that ache instead relishes in the ruby red that glistens across the digits when he lands another blow. Sounds of crack! echo through the darkened alleyway and Suguru decides it still isn’t enough. The only thought in his mind is you, you when he retracts his bloodied hand, you when he gazes at the man below him, eyes barely keeping conscious, jaw unhinging to let out a gut-wrenching scream – You when Suguru reaches for his shiv, you when the stab retaliates blood across his cheek. The gush of blood spills onto the concrete, filling the ridges of the pavement and catching the moonlight as Suguru stands to snap gloves over his already bloodied hands. The blood leaves a trail when he drags it along the alley, a heavy and loud splash when he hurls the man's existence into the void of the lake.

The body sends soft waves across the surface that Suguru stands to watch until their flow eases. He sighs, then grins and lifts the back of his hand to smear the stranger’s blood that lays across his cheek. As he’s walking back around the block, reaching your place, he smiles again when he sees you forgot to turn your light off.

AN. Get you a man that would kill for you

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seung-mong · 1 year

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hyunjin - guilty guilty

includes: cheater! hyunjin x fem reader, kinda subby hyunjin, infidelity (duh), reader is chan's girlfriend, slight angst, unprotected sex, praise, lots of tearing up, hyunjin wants to mark u up so bad (i dont condone cheating AT ALL this is just a silly goofy smut drabble so dont take it srsly<;3)

wc: 1758

pt. 2 here;)

hyunjin should not be doing this. but god, you look so fucking beautiful on top of him, a sheen of sweat on your skin making it look like you're glowing in the moonlight. his grip on your hips is tight, fingers dipping harshly against your skin, leaving red marks in their wake. he knows what he's doing is wrong, what you're doing is wrong. but he just cant stop.

can't stop the way he starts to meet your every bounce, planting his feet on the bed to thrust up into you, hitting spots so deep in you, you can only take it and whimper. can't stop himself when he sits up, arm wrapping around your middle to press your naked body against his. can't stop the way his mouth latches onto your shoulder, licking and kissing the skin there.

"no marks," you remind, breath labored as you ride him faster, thighs aching from all the work.

hyunjin growls in annoyance at that. "wanna fucking mark you."

"you know you can't." you sigh, gently cupping his face to meet yours. he looks up at you with sad eyes, a pout on his pretty pink lips that you wanna kiss away. so you do, bringing his face closer to yours to plant the softest kiss you can, almost as if your lips were hovering over his as you breathe against him.

"he'll see." you whimper weakly, movements slowing when you see the way hyunjin's gaze starts to soften, deep brown eyes sparkling with tears that threaten to fall.

"but, wanna mark you so bad. wanna paint you with my lips, pretty." he pouts, pretty pink lips swollen and jutting out. your heart swoons at his words, followed by a swift drop to your stomach as the guilt eats at your chest.

"i cant give that to you, baby." you say as sweetly as you can, tone soft and gentle as your fingers curl into his hair, subtly grinding his cock even deeper into you, hoping it will distract him from the pain eating at his chest. he whimpers at the feeling of your wet walls hugging him so tightly, head hanging low as he lets you use him, however you want.

you can tell he's slipping away from you, eyes dazed when you gently tug his hair back to force him to look at you. "you with me, baby?" you coo, putting pressure on your knees to ride him properly, tip of his cock kissing your cervix just right with the angle.

"mhm, you're so pretty. such a pretty angel. wanna kiss." he mumbles, drool spilling out the corner of his mouth.

you giggle at him, wiping his spit away with your thumb. "okay. baby can get his kisses," you hum, arms wrapping around his neck as you tilt your head to the side, catching his lips in a soft kiss. he immediately opens up for you, tongue peeking out shyly to dip into your mouth, tasting you. his hands roam up and down your bare sides, thumb brushing against your underboob as he whimpers into your mouth, pressing your bare chest even tighter against his.

hyunjin never meant for this to happen. truly, he never meant to fuck you. regularly. it started out innocently enough, with hyunjin coming over on the nights chan was too busy with work.

"she always has really bad nightmares when she sleeps alone. check up on her for me, wont you?" chan had asked, bags under his eyes so much more prominent now that comeback season was coming up, voice strained and heart heavy at the thought of his girlfriend falling asleep by herself.

and hyunjin was always obedient, walking blocks in the middle of the night just to check up on you, only to find you fast asleep on his hyung's bed. he was gonna turn to leave, he swears, but then he heard you. moaning so sweetly in your sleep, hands searching mindlessly across the bedsheets for a warm body.

hyunjin's heart broke at the broken sob that leaves your mouth, not even thinking twice before slipping under the covers with you, pressing your soft body against his, caging you against him. and then he smelled you, god you always smelled so good.

"channie?" you whimpered against his chest, confused by the difference in this body, softer, leaner. he smelled different too, like a garden of roses.

"no, y/n. its me, hyune. chan told me to check up on you. were you having a bad dream?" he asked, wiping away the hair that stuck to your forehead.

you shuddered against his hold, fingers digging into his forearms and pressing him closer to you. "dont wanna talk about it. just hold me?"

and he did.

every night your boyfriend couldnt.

but when did the fucking start?

"you with me, baby?" you asked sweetly, fingers tangling gently against his hair when you notice his eyes slowly start to glaze over, a usual sign that he's slipping away.

"m'here." he drools against your chest, planting an open kiss just above your left breast. he freezes when you start to move away, his hard, leaking cock slipping out to fall against his lower stomach. he whines at the loss of contact, fingers wrapping around your arm to stop you.

"where you goin? running away from me," he pouts, and you giggle at him.

"just want you on top, hyune." you whisper, kissing his cheek.

he immediately complies, eagerly pushing you down by your shoulders and settling comfortably in the space between your thighs. he swears his heart stops when he has you under him, laying so prettily, so bare all for him to see. he lowers his head against your chest, nosing at your neck and you giggle.

"you jus smell so good," he sighs, arm wrapping around your middle to position you better under him. his hair tickles your chin when he starts to kiss down your chest, full lips pressing against your skin. you loved his long hair, loved the way it framed his face as he looks down at you, eyes twinkling as his fingers glide down to the heat between your thighs, nudging your legs farther apart with his elbow.

"you ready?" he asks, and you nod.

he holds the base of his cock, lightly tapping the tip against your clit, making you mewl.

"don't tease me." you frown, and hyunjin cant help but laugh.

"but you're so cute when you beg." he sighs, tip catching against your entrance. he slowly moves forward, forehead dropping against yours as he starts to sink deeper into you, your nails leaving marks against his back when you cling onto him.

"fuck, you feel so good, baby. my pretty girl." hyunjin hums, and you clench tighter around him with his words.

"you're prettier hyunjin. my pretty good boy." you hum, and hyunjin whines, letting his cock drag out of you before he slams in forcefully, making you gasp.

"makes me lose my fuckin mind when you talk to me like that, baby." he confesses, fingers digging into your waist to ground himself as he starts to really move.

"yea? you like it when i call you my good boy?" you ask, tucking his hair behind his ear as he whimpers, nodding down at you.

"love it so fucking much." he whines, hands finding the back of your thighs and pressing them against your chest so he hits deeper inside of you, making you arch your back.

"fuck, baby! you're so deep like that." you whine, and hyunjin nods down at you.

"m i making you feel good?" he asks, hopeful. needing the validation, the praise.

you nod up at him, arm resting on his nape to pull him down, kissing him on the lips. he moans when you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he kisses you back, so messy and full of spit, but neither of you really care.

"always make me feel so good." you pant against his ips, and hyunjin's eyes roll to the back of his head.

"jus like that, hyune. please." you beg, pressing him even closer to you, the coil in your lower stomach tightening with every roll of his hips against yours. he nods down at you, angling his hips just the way he knows you like, head of his cock hitting that gummy spot in you that has your eyes tearing up with pleasure.

"cum on my cock baby. make me yours." he hums, biting down on your shoulder when he starts to feel you tightening around him, body shaking as you cum with a cry of his name. and that's what makes him lose his fucking head, the way you smile all fucked out from under him.

"baby, i'm gonna cum. can i cum? please i need it so bad." he whines, and you nod dumbly back at him.

"cum for me, baby. need it."

hyunjin curses under his breath at that, quickly pulling out and wrapping his hand around the base of his dick, pumping himself over you.

"say it." he whines, knowing its the last thing he needs to really cum, other hand finding yours as he holds onto you, fingers intertwining.

and he always feels so fucking guilty, asking you to say it. but god does it make him cum harder than ever.

"i'm yours, hyunjin. all yours." you sigh, watching as hyunjin gasps, abs tightening as he cums on you, the sticky liquid falling on your clit and lower stomach. the sight is incredibly hot, has you clenching around nothing as he sobs your name, body caving in and eventually falling on top of yours.

he tries to catch his breath as he collapses on top of you, ignoring the sticky cum that lays in between your naked bodies. he starts to calm down when he feels your fingers rake through his hair, nails scratching gently against his scalp so good, almost enough to lull him to sleep. but he can't. not when there's a heavy feeling in his chest and it's so overwhelming, he feel like he can't breathe and oh no- he's gonna say something stupid but he cant help it-

"i think i love you." he whispers into the quiet room, and he wants to disappear, run away when he feels you stiffen under him. "i'm sorry." he whimpers, tears quickly starting to prickle just behind his eyelids.

you open your mouth to say something, he can feel your breath on his hair. "hyune, i-"

"baby? i'm home!"

#skz smut #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #seung mong!#subby hyunjin>>#poor channie

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busycucumbermelon · 3 months

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Lilith affair children

This was just a cute little idea I had but if you like it, let me know and I’ll try doing more like it

Lucifer stared at his wife, distastefully. Charlie was being consoled by Vaggie, while Alastor stood off to the side. His smile seemed truly forced as Angel Dust and Husk appeared to not know what to do with themselves.

"So where'd you put the affair children? They're clearly not in hell, and heaven wouldn't accept them." Lilith remained silent, staring at the man with true disdain.

"That looks like one of those human apartments on Earth." Lucifer comments as he stares at the globe in her hand. Though he is still annoyed and his thoughts are directed elsewhere, the image of the apartment, with its modern design and mostly blues, whites and purples, does stir something inside him. It's dark and soothing,

The apartment had various floral scents to it, with curtains covering the large bay window. There were flowers on a coffee table along with a drinking cup and an iPad and notebook. A candle flickered on one side of the table, producing a small crackling sound, while a lamp across the room clashed with the TV and produced a blue and white glow on the couch. A sleeping woman was on the couch.

Before panning over to a set of feet, the film took its time to build suspense. It slowly panned up the person's body, shining off the lamp and fixing the pillows of the woman on the couch. "You know, if you continue to sleep on the couch like this, you're going to eventually get a crook in your neck," the male warned. The woman didn't move a muscle, not even a twitch of her lips. They both resembled Lilith, but with different skin tone, they were most definitely not Lucifer

The globe has thus far withheld the man's face, but as he leaned down to blow out the candle, its flame illuminated his features. His chocolate brown eyes shined with a red glow, his hair kept and he had to use one hand to keep hair out of his face. The crackling sound of the candle came to halt as soft smoke filled the air dancing around in front of the man’s face. Now the only thing illuminating the room was the TV.

Turning his attention back to the couch, a happy smile took shape on his lips. He walked over and nudged her shoulder.

"Scooch, will you? If you're going to complain all night, I might as well endure the torture with you".

With that, the woman only opened one of her eyes, a small smile twitching onto her lips. She moved back to make room, causing him to roll his eyes at her antics.

The two made themselves comfortable on the couch, with the woman laying her head on his chest. He then placed his head on top of hers. He spoke in a much softer voice, as if it was only meant for the two of them to hear.

"Good night sissy," he said in a whispered tone, as Lilith's magic picked up his voice. The woman rolled her eyes, playfully hitting his chest.

"You're such a jerk, I should buy a new brother," she commented with a small laugh and playful roll of the eyes.

The male leaned away with a faked offended, look, before scooting back in. "But really good night," he said after a while as the woman's voice broke the silence.

"What would you do if we just died in our sleep?" she asked, sounding quite sinister even for sinners, watching. Sure enough, the video had caught Charlie's attention a while ago. That made her heart sink, knowing that this scene was about to become painful for the two siblings when they died, there would be no sense of peace. No, it would be complete chaos

"At least I would have you," the male voice was soft and caring as he cradled his little sister in his arms. "You're an amazing person," he continued, "And i can't wait to see who we become in our next life, and if we die in our sleep, this is a good last memory." The woman looked up at her big brother, happy that they were twins. She would not trade their reincarnations for anything, even an afterlife.

"You're so cheesy," she quipped with a grin, leaning her head back on him.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yande.re #alastor #vaggie #angel dust #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #fem y/n

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prince-kallisto · 4 months

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I’ve had this project for a while, but I finally finished it today! \(//∇//)\ This was meant to be a Neige LeBlanche redesign, but I strayed a bit from his original more than I intended. I have my thought process and concept art below the cut as usual! ^_^

Anyway, his design was a hard one to tackle. Haha, to be honest, I still don’t feel like he’s more beautiful than Vil! But with this, I wanted to take a lot of inspiration from classic shoujo anime and manga, where the eyes were sparkly and the hair was flowing and curled. My main three sources of inspiration were Candy Candy, Princess Knight, and of course Rose of Versailles.

Neige Leblache felt tough to design because I knew he had to stay very cute and young-looking, but how do you exactly make that sort of design “rival” Vil Schoenheit, while also not making him look like Epel?In my first passes, I emphasized a lot of the cuteness and femininity. But the more I pushed forward, the more I began to doubt the look. Again, the designs didn’t feel very “Twisted Wonderland” enough. He needed a more recognizable design and hairstyle.

I settled on a short hime cut, since Disney’s Snow White is very iconic for her short hair silhouette. I really liked Neige’s sailor hat, so I kept that to emphasize the youthful look he’s going for. I changed the color of his hat to blue, because I wasn’t a fan of how his OG hat blended into with his dark hair.

Then I had a lightbulb moment. I wanted to combine the looks of Snow White and Prince Florian. It would keep Neige’s cute looks, while also giving him a “boy-ish” and princely charm, the sort of charm that gives him a classic fairytale Prince look. Neige is also surprisingly tall, so I decided to emphasize his legs and waist.

To tie in the sailor look, I gave him a red bow, and also redesigned RSA’s coat and magestone because I don’t like drawing the details haha! I gave him brown boots as a reference to Snow White’s servant clothing in the beginning of the film, and also I think Neige still lives with the dwarves in a cottage? Idk I thought it was cute haha. Pomefiore’s dorm uniforms also has a Japanese theme to it, with the uniforms resembles kimonos. I wanted the same thing with Neige’s long lacy sleeves and his hair pin. The flowers on his sheer shoulder part of his sleeve and the hair pin is a reference to the flowers on Snow White’s grave. The iridescent pearls were just to be extra haha, and to try to keep his oversized jacket in place. The lace shapes were meant to be in the shape of apple seeds as well.

But I think the most noticeable change was Neige’s complexion. But going back to his face, I wanted his eyes to be sparkly and striking, sort of like if Epel if Epel had more confidence in his cute charm. I also gave Neige a red lip and red eyeshadow/liner, just to bring out these features more. At first, my Neige redesign was very pale, like Lilia levels of pale 😭 But I wanted to give him a bit of a tan just because haha. I think I wanted to give Neige more of a visual contrast to Vil alongside their personality contrast.

But I’m bad with watercolors, so there were noticeable streaks when I painted his skin. The more I went over it to fix it, the darker Neige got…eventually, I just embraced it and gave Neige a naturally brown skin tone haha... I personally like how it looks, but I acknowledge my redesign strayed a lot from the OG Neige. Perhaps he could just be a TWST-ed Snow White instead of being Neige himself. I really like Neige surprisingly, so I had a lot of fun with this. To me, he’s really cute and I’m happy with how turned out despite the huge struggle I had with painting him and his clothes overall \(//∇//)\

Edit: I was scrambling to post this because I was busy that day haha, but now that I have more time to collect my thoughts, I want to elaborate on what I mean by a “recognizable design.” Neige is a character with so far very little screen time, as he’s not part of the main cast. However, Chenya, who arguably had even less screen time than him in the main game (excluding GloMas), became very popular, no doubt because of his design as the Cheshire Cat. Of course, you have to account for personality as well. Neige is often considered too “goody goody” for a TWST boy, cause even though Chenya is at RSA, he still has a mischievous streak. But I think what brings Neige down even more is his design. There’s nothing automatically striking about him. He’s very cute, and I love his accessories. But as someone to rival Vil, Neige isn’t particularly more handsome or cute than the other boys in the cast. It’s partially why I personally like the darker skin tone I gave him. Since TWST doesn’t have a lot of darker skinned or even tanned boys, I feel like it could’ve helped Neige be a bit more recognizable. This is just my opinion, but I wasn’t a huge fan of how pointed the ends of Neige’s hair was either. Snow White has a very soft design, especially when considering the era she came from. I thought a soft shapes and doe-like design for Neige would’ve made the contrast between him and Vil stand out more. As some of the reblogged tags pointed out, Vil has a mature appeal, and Neige’s is much more “innocent.” I thought Book 6 would have a bit more commentary on the nature of celebrity industry, because I thought it was fascinating how Neige didn’t seem taken aback from Rook’s stalker-ish behavior? It made me wonder if he’s used to it, especially since his character was meant to have a cuter and innocent appeal, compared to Vil who seems unapproachable. ANYWAY this ramble went on longer than I intended, it probably deserves its own post to talk even more 😭 I just really like Neige, I think he’s underrated but admittedly TWST didn’t exactly give him his chance to shine, especially in EN when his song was cut.

#twisted wonderland #twst #redesign #my art #twst neige #neige leblanche #twst Neige LeBlanche #kallistopost

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laurancezvahlslefteyebrow · 4 months

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In the End

-Based on the council’s recent conversations about what happens to the Shadow Knights once Shad is dead-

This is canon to my rewrite, so the final battle takes place outside of Barton. Mentions of my OCs, Eseryt and Björn, but nothing super major.

CW: Some pretty intense violence in the beginning

Laurmau centric but can be read as garauncmau

Enjoy :)

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Aphmau’s sword plunged into his chest, hard and clean, pinning him to the ground. Her grip was tight, leaving blisters on her once gentle hands. Golden white tears fell from her pure white eyes, the glow illuminating her face. Shad let out a low and gravely groan, his face contorting in pain and anger. He held the blade tightly, making his palms run red with thick hot blood. “Irene..” he growled “You fool.” Aphmau looked at him with sorrow as she drove her sword deeper. Shad cried out before continuing, “I’m the only.. thing- aghh- keeping them… ..alive..” Aphmau tilted her head in confusion. Before she could ask what that meant, Shad’s hand dropped from the sword and he lay lifeless on the ground. They’d done it. She’d done it. Shad was gone. For good. The world was finally free from his rein. Lina would be safe. But Aaron was gone, and he wouldn’t be coming back. Aphmau had hoped to find a way to save him, but in the end she figured he’d want this. Now he can be with his wife and child once more.

Slowly, Aphmau’s.. or rather.. Irene’s wings folded into her back and disappeared, the glow in her eyes faded back to their natural amber color, and the sword she’d used to end the battle dematerialized. She stood there for a moment, listening to the ringing in her ears, when she heard an unfamiliar voice call out. “WE’VE WON!! THE SHADOW LORD HAS FALLEN!!” followed by a couple dozen cheers from every which direction. She turned around to watch the Shadow Knights retreat. Something about them was different. Some of them gave up, allowing themselves to be killed or captured. Others ran into the trees. Some continued to fight, but the red and black shell that covered each of them retreated into their skin.

She took a couple deep breaths before preparing herself to walk towards the excitement, before hearing a familiar voice call her name. “Aphmau!” The voice, nasally yet strong, belonged to someone she’d lost long ago. She turned, before running into his arms. Laurance wrapped his arms around her tight as they fell to the ground laughing and crying. His face was hidden in the crook of her neck, but she could feel him shaking with sobs. “I’m free! Aphmau I’m finally free! Thank you! Thank you!!”Gentle as ever, she pulled away to look him in the face. His hair was longer and darker, pulled back into a messy ponytail. His face looked older, though not in age. He still wore the clothes she saw him in last, though they hadn’t aged a day. He looked at her with teary eyes and a goofy smile. “I’ve missed you so much.” She couldn’t muster more than a whisper, her voice catching in her throat. Laurance chuckled, “I’m sorry I’ve been away.” Aphmau held the back of his head as their foreheads met, “It’s alright..”

“Laurance?!” Laurance and Aphmau each looked towards the direction of the voice. A tall, fair haired man stood about 6 feet away. Laurance rose, holding Aphmau’s hand until he no longer could. “Garroth..” Laurance slowly walked towards the large man, before quickening to a jog, the man making his way towards Laurance as well. They hugged harshly, armor meeting flesh a bit more roughly than intended. But neither cared. They hugged and laughed before pulling away and looking at eachother for the first time in a long time. “You look older,” The brown haired man spoke, “thicker too.” he said poking jokingly at his belly, “Gasp! And is that a grey hair?!” “Hey! Hahah!” Aphmau caught up to the men and they hugged all together. “I’m glad you’re alright Garroth.” Aphmau beamed, “To you as well M’Lady.” Garroth’s spoke, his tone gentle and happy for the first time in a while.

That night a celebration was held in town. People drank, ate, and danced. But most importantly, they laughed. Not a single face was smileless. Even those who had been injured. They were all just so relieved to have this done with.

“Lina is with Hyria in her forest, it was the only place I could think of to keep her safe,” Aphmau held Laurance’s hand, “I can’t wait for you to meet her Laurance, she’s going to love you.. You’re going to love her.” Laurance squeezed Aphmau’s hand gently, “I know I will,” the smile on his face grew and he leaned his head on her shoulder, “I can’t believe we have a daughter.” “She’s so much like you.” “But I bet she has her mother’s spirit.” They laughed together, hoping to stay like this forever.

“Hey, where are you going?” Garroth asked Vylad softly, as he watched him walk off and away from the celebration. “I just need some alone time. Sorry it’s just.. I’m not used to being around this many people at one time. It’s a bit overwhelming… I’ll come back in a while.” Garroth pat Vylad’s shoulder before taking a step back. “I know you will.” Vylad nodded and made for the forest.

The night grew late as Laurance, Aphmau and Garroth walked towards the Inn they’d be staying at. They joked and laughed as they made their way there, when suddenly Laurance fell silent. He slowed a bit and his steps became sloppy. “Laurance..?” Aphmau turned to him. “Hey what’s wrong.?” “Aph I- AGH“ Laurance inhaled sharply before grappling for his head and falling forward. Garroth rushed to catch him, lowering him gently to the ground. “Is he having another episode?? That shouldn’t be possible right? With Shad dead-“ Aphmau dropped to her knees and practically crawled towards them. Laurance lay in Garroth’s arms, unconscious. “Aphmau he’s ice cold. This isn’t normal! Usually these episodes leave him feverish. I- Wait. Is he breathing?!” Aphmau panickedly lowered her head to his chest and listened intently. After what felt like ages, she rose again. “Barely.” Tears began falling from her face as her breaths quickened.

The door to the infirmary swung open and Garroth carried Laurance into the building, laying him gently on the nearest empty bed. Lucinda came quickly after hearing the noise. “Laurance? What happened to him?” “We don’t know! Lucinda please, can you help him?” Lucinda rushed to Aphmau, looking into her eyes mournfully before moving them to Laurance. She looked him over quickly, finding no such wounds that would leave him unconscious. “Aphmau… I think you need to see something.” Lucinda lead Aphmau into the next room, where a large man sat next to a small girl’s bedside. Eseryt. She was unconscious, pale, sickly looking. “Es- What happened? She was fine after the battle! I saw her talking and smiling and- She was fine!” “I know. We were talking when suddenly she doubled over and passed out. But she has no notable injuries.. She’s been unconscious for the past few half hour. Now, when did you say this happened with Laurance?” Lucinda spoke softly, as if to not disturb the already worried man, “..About half an hour ago..” Aphmau seemed to be piecing it together.. What ‘it’ was. “Aphmau.. I have a theory. I believe that Shad’s death may be the reason Eseryt and Laurance are suddenly unwell. They are both Shadow Knights..” Lucinda gently led Aphmau back into the first room and sat her down. “Both.. Shadow- gasp Has anyone seen Vylad!?” She suddenly shot out of her chair, turning to Garroth. “Wha- Vylad? He went into the forest about an hour ago. Why?” “Garroth, we need to find him. Right now.” She left without giving him the chance to ask why, and without hesitation, he led her to the direction in which Vylad left.

It didn’t take long to find him. Leaning against a tree, head down, hands folded neatly. He looked to be sleeping. As they stepped closer, they could see even in the moonlight that he was more pale than usual, almost sickly looking. Garroth knelt down, shaking him softly. “Vylad.?” He spoke, “Vylad. Please wake up. Hey.” Vylad lulled over onto his side, almost like he were dead. Garroth and Aphmau both gasped, before rushing to lift him off the ground. Garroth turned to Aphmau, tears already forming in his eyes. “Aphmau. What is happening?” “Garroth.. I don’t know. But I think this might be my fault.”

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sluttyminghao · 2 years

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kinktober drabble one pairing: incubus!vernon x afab!reader w.c: 1.5k rating: 18+ minors dni - heavy smut warnings: vernon is an incubus so...if ur not into that don't read, bulge kink, pet names (sweetheart, baby), restraint, rough sex, reader blacks out for a couple minutes, dirty talk a/n: the first kinktober drabble is out! now this isn't a topic I would normally write about, so I'm open to feedback and criticisms going forward !! i hope you love it!'

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“Have you missed me?”

You can hear his soft voice beginning to filter into your unconscious mind, your heart thumping faster at the dulcet tone bouncing around your thoughts. Your body moves on its own, attempting to locate where his voice was coming from. You feel a smile form on your face when he steps into your view, a small smirk appearing on his features.

He looks so stunning; his dark velvet suit is hugging his body in all the right places, and you can see that he’s not wearing an undershirt. His silver hair is swept up and to the side, and his eye makeup is looking perfect as always. Why did the demon who appeared in your dreams always have to be so gorgeous?

“Of course, I have,” you sigh out, a pang of guilt flashing through your body. It had been a while since you had met with Vernon like this, but now that you finally had a little more free time up your sleeve, it meant that you could summon him to be with you more frequently. Just the thought of it alone had your cunt clenching around nothing.

“You should’ve come to visit me,” he pouts briefly, before returning to his normal demeanour. He walks over to where you’re stretched out on the bed and leans down so his nose is brushing against yours. Despite the dim room lighting, you can see his eyes grow from a warm shade of brown to almost black.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been so busy and-” your argument is cut off by Vernon pressing his plush lips to yours. His lips taste like cherry chapstick and the faintest hint of red wine and it makes you lightheaded in the best way possible. When he pulls away, he admires the sight of your lips beginning to swell and turn red, and you watch as his fingers begin working at undoing the buttons on his vest.

“Been too busy to see me? Gosh, sweetheart, you’re in for a night of fun then, aren’t you?” He removes his vest and pants and lays them neatly at the foot of the bed. He smirks and climbs between your legs, letting his cool fingertips glide up and down the skin of your thighs. A small smirk appears on his lips when he notices the goosebumps on your skin from where he had trailed his fingers and looks back up at you with a bigger smirk.

“Have you touched yourself since you’ve last seen me?” He queries, his fingers hooking into your sleep shorts and underwear and tugging them down your body. You lift yourself to help remove them from your body, leaving you only in a flimsy pyjama top. You glimpse up at him guiltily, and without a word being exchanged between either of you, he knows.

“You should know better, baby. But, I won’t punish you because I’ve missed you too much,” he mumbles, slipping his hands under your shirt and teasing your nipples. His cool fingers cause your back to arch up, but you’re quickly pushed back onto the mattress and your shirt flipped up to expose your breasts.

“Please…touch me, Vernon,” you whine out, your fingers snaking their way down your body and getting dangerously close to your cunt. You glance up at the demon above you and feel your cunt throb when you notice his eyes begin to burn amber, and his hands are balling up into fists. Immediately, he is grabbing your hand and pins it above your head and grabs your other hand to bring it up so both wrists are pinned down. He smirks and leans his body against yours, and you can feel his bulge poking against your thigh.

“I am touching you, sweetheart, you might want to be more specific,” he whispers teasingly, eyes upturning slightly as he watches you squirm. You frown and lift your hips up to connect with his and grind lightly, watching his eyes widen and feeling his grip on your wrists tighten.

“Is that specific enough for you?” You spit back and immediately regret it once you notice his eyes have shifted colour from amber to bright red, and his eyebrows are furrowed. You halt your actions and gulp, only having seen that look once prior and you were in for a long night afterwards.

At this rate, you were fucked.

Without a word, Vernon rips your shirt in half, much to your surprise, and moves his cool fingers downwards to your clit, rubbing harsh circles. You gasp out in shock at his sheer strength and the way his fingers feel on you before it’s pulled away just as quickly and you’re left clenching around nothing.

And then he’s laughing. Laughing while removing his boxers and letting his cock spring up and hit his stomach. He holds out 3 of his fingers to you and you take them into your mouth greedily, sucking and licking around the digits while he bites his lip to hold back a moan. When he pulls them out of your mouth, he wraps them around his leaking cock and pumps slowly, lubricating himself to prepare for you.

Your heartbeat couldn't be any quicker if you wanted it to, and you’re sure Vernon can hear it. He moves into position above you and lets his cock tease through your folds, bumping against your clit and forcing your back to arch up again. Vernon’s hand goes back to gripping your wrists, a grin appearing on his features.

“I hope you’re ready,” he grits out, finally entering you and holding back a moan as he does so. You writhe under his touch, feeling him bottom out before quickly starting a rough and hard pace. He doesn’t show any mercy either, his cock hitting the spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“Oh fuck…” Vernon slows down briefly and your eyes open slowly to see him eyeing your stomach with now almost black eyes. Curiosity piques and you shift your head up so you can see what’s taken his interest, and your eyes widen at the sight.

His cock is buried deep inside you, and you can see the outline of his cock under the skin. He runs one of his hands over the bulge and shudders before he’s pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming himself in again and quickening his pace. Your eyes are rolling back into your head and your hands are weakly attempting to escape his grasp.

“V-Vernon…wait…can I run my hands over your bulge?” The question immediately makes his cock twitch and he lets go of your wrists while nodding quickly, stilling his hips so you can run your hands over the prominent bulge under your skin.

Your hand brushes over the bulge and you observe as Vernon’s shoulders tense up and his eyes blacken once more. In an attempt to tease him, you squeeze the bulge and immediately regret it. His head snaps up and his eyes burn into your own, and you’re worried about what he’s going to do next.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re in for the ride of your life,” he utters through gritted teeth, his hands pinning your wrists to the mattress once more and readjusting himself so that he’s now hitting inside you at a different angle. Your hips have been moved up slightly and he’s now fucking into you so hard and deep that he has you cumming within only seconds.

Your vision turns white as you cum, and you can only slightly hear Vernon trying to bring you back. Once you blink and feel yourself returning back to your body, his features begin not looking as fuzzy. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek before he gets to work cleaning you up.

“Did you cum?” You ask, voice hoarse. He simply looks up at you and nods with a grin, before pointing down at your chest. You look down to see his cum splattered over your tits and stomach, your cheeks burning at the sight. He takes a wipe and gently removes the cum and sweat from your body, a complete 180 from how he was only moments prior.

You sigh sleepily and snuggle into the covers, eyes watching Vernon like a hawk as he redresses himself. He turns around and presses a kiss on your forehead, smiling softly at your now sleeping form and covers the rest of your body with the blanket to ensure you won’t get cold.

“I’ll see you again soon, sweetheart.”

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The following morning you wake up and your mind is foggy and your body aching. You don’t have much recall of the night, but upon lifting the blankets you can see red marks left along your hips and your panties are soaked through. You smile and snuggle back into the covers, hoping for more dreams where Vernon is involved.

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somber-sapphic · 8 months

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Flu in the FBI

〘Prompt 7 (day 8, oops)- "You're a jerk when you're sick.〙

〘Notes- Yeah, I was going to post this yesterday but I only finished it a few minutes ago. I'm probably just going to write as I have time for now, but I'll do my best to keep up with this month! Excuse the title, it's bad. Also for the editing, it doesn't exist :,)〙

〘Summary- Morgan really can't take a hint.〙

〘Word Count- 1.2k〙

〘Pairing- JJ x Sick Emily (CM)〙

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“Come on Prentiss, just a quick game!” Morgan teased, throwing a sugar packet at the brunette’s head. Emily didn’t even look up to register the “attack”, she just continued to power through her paperwork with gritted teeth.

The game he was talking about was a version of basketball in which they would try to throw as many sugar packets into a paper cup as they could in a minute. The loser usually had to take a portion of the winner’s paperwork. It was something they often did to lighten the mood of their dreary workplace.

Normally, the former Interpol agent would’ve taken him up on the challenge, but she didn’t have the energy. The slight cold she’d felt developing on the second day of the case had turned into a full-on bout of the flu, and it was kicking her ass.

Another packet of sugar smacked her on the head, but she ignored it, focusing instead on making sure her letters were even slightly recognizable. Her hands had grown progressively shakier throughout the last few hours, turning her already messy handwriting into chicken scratch.

“Not tonight, Morgan.” Emily croaked, stifling a sneeze. She was secretive about it, in fact someone who didn’t know her well wouldn’t have noticed. Reid, who was standing slightly to the side of her, only knew that she had sneezed because of the quick tensing in her shoulders and the slight bob of her head. The woman had mastered the art of being discreet.

“What, scared you’ll lose?” Derek taunted, a gloating edge to his voice. Had he been paying attention he would’ve seen the reddening around Emily’s nostrils, the glassy tint to her typically sharp brown eyes, and the ghastly pale shade of her skin. Most of the color in her face was coming from the red spots on her cheeks that had come with the spike in her fever.

“I said no.” She snapped back, her words more clipped despite the congestion. Her patience for his antics was wearing thin and she had no energy for his lighthearted teasing. Deep down the BAU agent knew that her friend meant no harm, but this illness had her short tempered and miserable. As soon as she had completed her work she planned to drive home and sleep until she was free of this illness.

“Nah, I get it. You don’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of Spencer. Don’t worry princess, I don’t think he cares.” It may have been his own exhaustion not letting him notice Emily’s poor mood, but it didn’t matter. He had pushed her over the edge, and she wasn’t going to hold back.

“Morgan. I said no. I do not want to play your stupid game; I want to finish my fucking work and then I want to go home. What part of that isn’t clear to you?” She slammed her hands onto her desk and glared at him, trying to muster the scariest look she could. It was hard to look menacing with a runny nose, but Emily pulled it off.

The tall man stood there in shock, not having expected such a strong reaction. His confusion turned to worry as he finally realized just how sick his coworker was, but that quickly shifted to frustration. He was annoyed with himself for not noticing and annoyed with Emily for her tone. Sure, he had deserved it, but no one liked to be talked to like that.

“You’re a jerk when you’re sick.” He grumbled, walking back to his own desk.

“Oh, I’mthe jerk? You were throwing shit at my head!” Oops. He hadn’t meant for her to hear that. Emily was fuming and, more embarrassingly, felt like she was about to start crying. The stern words of her mother rang in her head, demanding that she keep her emotions in check. She could cry when she got back to her apartment.

“Hey, what’s going on over here?” JJ asked, appearing out of seemingly nowhere. Apparently the two had been louder than they realized, they had attracted a crowd. Garcia had emerged from her Bat Cave and even Hotch was hovering by the door to his office, surveying his troops.

Rossi was probably deep into his glass of Whiskey by now and couldn’t care less about the happenings of his team as long as they weren’t actively trying to kill each other.

“Nothing.” Emily whispered, sitting back down at her desk. If JJ got involved, she was going to coddle Emily and that, while a tempting idea, wouldn’t let Emily get her work done.

Unlike the others, JJ wasn’t about to let this go. She could see that not only was her girlfriend sick, but she was much sicker than she was letting on. The blonde had noticed it first when Emily had fallen asleep on the plane, but she was secretly hopeful that it was just the lack of rest during the case.

Now it was clear that it wasn’t simple tiredness, her beautiful lover was sick. JJ sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to keep her frustration at bay. She could already tell that Morgan felt bad, but in the short run that didn’t really matter. For now, she needed to get Emily home and get the fever under control.

“Alright. Em, pack your stuff. And one of you,” She jabbed her finger at Morgan and Reid, “is finishing her work. I’ll pay you back later.” The media liaison was not looking for an argument, she had said that they were doing Emily’s paperwork so they would be doing Emily’s paperwork.

“Jayje, I’m fine. I’m almost done anyway.” The brunette protested weakly, no fight behind her words. There was a very good chance that she would be dragged home, and she’d realized that she would be more than okay with that.

“Shush, you look awful,” JJ’s face softened as she looked down at the slightly pathetic woman and she reached out to stroke her cheek. It wasn’t often they showed affection in the workplace.

Even though their relationship had been approved by Hotch, the rest of the team hadn’t been told about it. Being profilers, they had probably figured it out, but no one would say anything until the two felt comfortable.

“Let’s go hun, I’ll make sure Hotch knows.” She said gently, holding out a hand Emily. The brunette hesitated for only half a second before taking JJ’s soft hand and standing with her purse over her shoulder.

With their fingers tangled together, the two women walked toward the exit and entered the elevator. As soon as the two were alone Emily dropped her head onto her girlfriend’s shoulder and coughed painfully into her hand. It sounded like she had been suppressing the fit for a while, and just let it run its course as her body shook from the force.

“Oh sweetheart. Why didn’t you say anything?” She murmured, brushing her lips across Emily’s hot temple. The brunette radiating heat and shivering simultaneously. JJ was itching to get her ill girlfriend home and into a warm bed.

“We were working.” Emily sighed, her voice raw and gravely. She shifted closer to the blonde, beginning to fall asleep standing up and JJ couldn’t help but smile. The woman she loved may be a workaholic, but at least she listened when told to. Well, to JJ anyway.

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fairy-writes · 11 months

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Hey☆ Sorry for not providing more information. Next time I will be more detailed.♡ I meant twins vaccinated only in the head.☆ And thank you for your response.♡

CONJOINED

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Rengoku Kyojuro x Female!Reader

Himejima Gyomei x Female!Reader

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Female!Reader

Notes: This turned more into, like… first-meeting headcanons. I hope that’s okay!

I also took some liberties with the photo in regard to what the conjoined second head can (or, in this case, can’t do. The head doesn’t do much of anything in this.) do, so I hope you like it!

Request: Could I have some headcanons on how Gyomei, Sanemi, and Kyojuro would react to a fem s/o who has a conjoined twin brother?

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You lived a life of a loner. Well… save for your brother.

So you supposed it was more of a nomadic lifestyle.

You usually had a cloak to hide your face(s), but in this case, a child had ripped it off. It was an accident, but the screams that filled your ears hurt your heart nonetheless.

You were physically thrown out soon after.

The dirt and rocks scrape the skin off of your hands and knees, tearing your cotton yukata. It was ripped and dirty, one of the downsides of living the life you did.

But your parents cast you out, as did anyone who saw your face.

Or in this case, you supposed it was faces.

Rengoku Kyojuro x Female!Reader

When you first meet Rengoku Kyojuro, you had just been cast out of the village you had been passing through.

“Hello, stranger!” Came a booming voice, and you flinched, hurriedly bringing your hood up to hide your face, and you wrapped your scarf around your head to hide your brother’s face.

A body crouched in front of you, hand extended to help you up.

Brown uniform, a white haori with flame patterns near the hem, and a katana slid through the belt.

Looking up, you came face to face with wild red and yellow hair and matching eyes boring into yours. However, they weren’t filled with disgust as everyone’s eyes typically were. Instead, they were filled with… kindness?

“My name is Rengoku Kyojuro! What might your name be?” He exclaims, and you bite your lip but find yourself taking his hand.

He pulls you to your feet easily, not showing any care in the world about your scarf and hood.

You mumble your name, and he grins, saying it back to you.

And the rest is history.

Himejima Gyomei x Female!Reader

The blind man was the only one to treat you with kindness.

You had been traveling with him for three days, speaking in quiet tones for fear he would somehow be able to tell you were a monster.

He had saved your life, crushing the head of the demon who had nearly eaten you.

It had been so easy for him… It made you wonder what he would do to you if he found out what you really were.

On the fourth day, he asked you the question you feared most.

“What do you look like?” He asks, and you freeze, nearly tripping over a stray root before he catches your arm quickly and pulls you to your feet before you hit the ground.

His massive hands are gentle though rough from handling his spiked flail and axe with the long chain connecting it.

“Why do you want to know?” You say bitterly, and he stops, looking down with blind eyes.

“Because I would like to know the appearance of my friend.” He says simply, and you blink. Friend? He considers you a friend?

You had never had a friend before. Not with your looks and faces.

So you let him do something no one ever has.

You let him touch your face.

“You are beautiful.” He whispers, fingers tracing your features and his hands cradling both your faces.

He catches your tears as you begin to cry.

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Female!Reader

Shinazugawa Sanemi is perhaps the rudest person you have ever met.

Sure, he had saved your life from a vicious demon, but almost immediately after, he had left.

He hadn’t even checked to make sure you were okay.

So you followed him. Though looking back on it, you weren’t sure why. He would just think you are a monster like everyone else.

It took two days before he blew up at you.

“What do you want with me?!” He shouts.

Luckily, you are in the middle of a forest, following his crow to the next mission, so no one can watch the encounter.

“I want to thank you.” You say, and he throws a hand up,

“There! You thanked me! You’re welcome!” He snaps and turns, broad shoulders moving the foliage as he pushes through a particularly stubborn bit of trees before pulling out his katana and slicing it away.

The wind blows your hood and scarf from your face. You scream and try to catch them, but it’s pointless as they blow away into the sky.

At the noise, Sanemi turns around, and you scream again.

“Don’t look at me! I’m a monster!” You cry out, hunching onto your knees so he doesn’t see your face.

But it’s too late. He’s seen your face, judging by the shocked look on his face.

However, instead of slicing your head off with the cry, “So you’re a demon!” he kneels down and grabs your hand, gently prying it away from your faces.

“You aren’t a monster.” He says genuinely, catching you off guard with his soft tone and sad eyes.

What had the world done to this poor man?

He continues, “You aren’t a monster. You’re a human. Just like me.”

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extistentialfox · 5 months

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Prologue.

summary: Daera and her siblings face the cruel word that is so often used to tarnish their family reputation, despite comfort, words still hurt. Jace and Daera cope by planning invasions.

a/n: My first post eek! I'm scared ngl, don't roast me too hard I just wanna have some fun. Anyways, love you if you read this <3 this is just a little taster of Daera and the kids' childhood.

oc: Daera Velaryon

word count: 1k

I never gave much thought to my looks during childhood, not until I first heard that word.

‘Bastard’.

It was a fine summer day. I was returning to my chambers after an art lesson, when one of Queen Alicent’s ladies-in-waiting sneered it at me as I skipped through the halls of the red keep, my turquoise dress swishing behind me. I had stopped, startled and perplexed by the lady's hatred as she was ushered away by her companions, who were muttering apologies and giving polite curtsies. At the time I didn’t know what It meant, but if the look of disdain that was painted on the woman’s face told me anything, it was that I would be better off dead.

I asked my mother and father what it meant later that evening, as an 8-year-old didn’t have the mind to dissect such vocabulary. We would often dine together for supper; and sat around a large table – my mother, father, and little brothers Jace and Luke (both useless when I asked what it meant) would often talk about the day’s happenings. Father had choked and spluttered on his wine, while my mother had gone deathly silent as she neatly placed her cutlery on the table. Smiling sweetly at me she asked,

“Where did you hear such a thing my sweet?” getting up from her chair, much to Luke’s protest as he was moved from her lap, she glided around the table and kneeled before me, brushing my hair out of my face with her slender hand. She gave a reassuring smile, yet her eyes held a sadness so great I couldn't comprehend it at the time, though in the present day, it's all too familiar.

“I overheard one of the queen’s ladies say it, is it a bad thing?” I whispered as if sharing a grave secret. My mother sighed and gave a glance toward Father, who had a sad look on his face, but the furrow of his brow smoothed out as I looked toward him. A calm mask.

“What does it mean father?” I questioned with a worried tone, was it that bad?

“It means that the woman has the sour, twisted heart of a septa. It's crooked with jealousy and she can't help but take it out on beautiful princesses” I grinned and giggled as he playfully threw a grape at me, trying to lighten the mood. Though I felt my mother’s grip tighten on my knee, I paid no mind to it.

Our parents may have hidden its true meaning from us on that night, however, we quickly learned what it meant as the whispered insults became far too common toward us. It meant that the kingdom thought us to be not of our father’s blood, as we didn’t have his bronze skin and my brothers didn’t have his silver hair. However, we were reassured that we were our father’s children and that we were loved no matter how we looked.

But that didn’t stop people from talking, and when so many people share a common opinion against you – it gets to your head and sullies your mind. I began lounging in the sun as much as possible, in hopes that I would become less pale. I turned red instead of a lovely bronze, and mother scolded me for being careless. I couldn't bring myself to care about how painful it was, not when the pain of being hated by the kingdom was so much greater.

Jace began to wash his hair with lemon juice and would join me sometimes to bathe in the sun, in hopes his hair would become lighter. Luke never really took such extremes to change his appearance, but I would catch him disassociating into mirrors, mindlessly staring at his appearance until his eyes burned – waiting for a change, as we all did. It never worked. Though Jace’s hair would sometimes get blonde streaks, it was sun bleach and nothing more. Though I would get brown speckles on my face, it never made me look any more Velaryon.

Always a disappointment.

“At least you have silver hair” Jace sighed as we watched our father spar in the training grounds below the balcony. We often spent this time together while Luke was busy with his lessons, and mother was doing whatever she was doing. I turned my head just in time to catch a tear fall from his eye and onto his navy linen, creating a damp spot on his shoulder.

“Yes, but despite that I still look nothing like him” I frowned, and Jace gave a slight nod and huff of agreement as he turned us toward the lounge chairs, neatly placed for us by the servants.

“What are we going to do?” Jace asked absentmindedly while twisting a cherry between his fingers, one leg over the other as he lounged back against the embroidered cushions. If he wasn’t my brother, I would think he was relaxed. I sighed heavily, trying to fight off the tears, “There is nothing we can do Jace, we cannot help the way we were born”.

Though he frowned at me, he knew I was right.

“Hello, my devious little children! what are you scheming?” Father exclaimed enthusiastically as he plodded up the stairwell. I quickly placed a playful smile on my face as I lounged back into the chair, feigning innocence. “Oh nothing, just the usual plans on how we are going to conquer Essos” Jace mimicked my smile as he played along, “we’re also going to go north and conquer the wilding lands afterward”.

As Father reached the top of the stairs, he placed his hands on his hips with a raised brow, “and when do you plan on doing this?” I pondered dramatically, tapping the end of my chin while Jace twisted his imaginary beard as if he were a Maester.

I look toward Jace, “Maybe after supper? We must make use of the stealth night provides us” Jace shook his finger at me as he nodded enthusiastically,

“Just as I was thinking”.

“Ugh, no you weren’t you always say you would attack during the early hours like an idiot”.

“I do not!”.

“It’s not very noble to lie you clotpole!”.

“CLOTPOLE?! YOU-“

Father shuts us up with a loud whistle and we look toward him, with an amused smile on his face he says,

“You’ll have to conquer the world another time, as your mother is calling for you both, and I believe there are lemon cakes involved” he steps aside with a loud boisterous laugh as Jace and I rush past him, pushing and shoving at each other as we race down the halls.

Though were bastards, we were still children.

aaand that's it, wasn't very long or action-packed this time I'm afraid. Feel free to give some constructive criticism as long as you keep it respectful! I'm always looking to improve my writing.

see you in chapter 1 <3

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coletteblackwell · 2 months

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This is my first story to post on here! I plan on posting more chapters but it can also be found on Wattpad under the same username :3 please let me know if you like it!! I need constructive criticism!

Red String Of Fate [Alastor X Reader] pt.1

Every night at 7pm when your work ended, Alastor would be there, to walk you home. Even though you assumed Alastor had always seen you as possibly a younger sister, even he couldn't deny that you were one of the more beautiful young ladies in New Orleans. He worried about your safety, so everyday he made it his personal mission that no matter where he was, he would always be there to walk you home, he liked to know you were safe. This night however on the walk home, he surprised you with a bottle of whiskey. You both spent most nights together; laughing, exchanging silly stories, mildly abusing each other. On your travels home you decided to stop at the lake, the lightning bugs danced in front of you while you sat and adored them. Minutes turned into hours and it was now long past 10pm, the bottle now nearly empty. It was June 3rd, 1931. The summer heat coating both of your skin in a heavy layer. You sat together on the edge of a dock, drunk out of your minds. The air was warm, almost sticky. The aphonic atmosphere surrounding the two of you. The only light coming from a small lantern he hung from the aged wood boat post at the end of the dock. The wood was damp from the air but strangely enough soft underneath both of you.. You wore your waitressing outfit, a knee length dress with a button up bust, white in color, scratchy in material, with an apron tied loosely around your waist. Even though you both were adults, only three years apart in age, to any passerby's you both sounded like a bunch of giddy teenagers. The drunken giggling and joking to be heard from the surrounding houses. After a moment of giggling and soft sighs, you both rested your backs down against the wilted wood. Your hair was long and pooled underneath you, probably getting hooked in the pieces of decaying wood. Alastor laid to your right, wearing a white button up, his chestnut brown hair falling against his forehead as he relaxed on his back, his legs hanging over the edge of the dock, shoes just gracing the surface of the water. Your dizzy, drunken minds took a moment of silence, admiring the beauty of the stars above. So quiet between you two that all you could hear was the buzz of insects and the breeze in the low hanging trees. After a few moments of enjoying the stars and stillness, Alastor decided to break the peace, his tone soft, only slightly slurred.

"Why do you still work at that shoddy place anyways?" He turned on his side to look at you better, to hear your response. He held his head up with his elbow, a curious smile on his face as he looked at you. When you looked back at him, you could only see his golden silhouette from the lantern flame flickering behind him. The rim of his glasses being illuminated. In this light you remembered why you had been so in love with him ever since you both were young, his toothy smile always found a way to warm your heart. He took a deep breath before speaking again, "It seems like every day it gets worse and worse there. You know you can just live with Mom and I." He offered genuinely, a tone in his voice where you knew he meant his words. Alastor met you when you were young, when you were 10, your parents died shortly after in the following year. Alastor's mother, Adelaide, was a close friend of your late mother's. She took you in as your own the best she could, if a heart could be crafted in the heavens, it would be hers. Since then you had worked hard, not going to school and working almost everyday, living in your parents home, trying to stay afloat. Alastor and his mother had always done so much for you, as nice as it would be to live with Alastor, you couldn't possibly accept such an offer. Alastor could see it in your face, you were preparing to decline his generous offer again. As you opened your mouth to speak, he cut you off quickly. "Before you say no, just... think about it. It could be so fun, you could quit that meaningless job and you know Mum would love having you around. She asks about you all the time." His words were so truthful with a drop of disappointment. Still propped up on his elbow he turned his head from you and looked into the water, the moonlight glistening on the water surface. The water rippled occasionally from frogs jumping in every other moment, or the midge flies resting on the water surface.

You sat up a bit, matching his pose. "I can't possibly take more from you like that, you both have been so helpful towards me already. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you. Besides, the restaurant isn't so bad..." You spoke to him, still looking into his eyes as he looked away, the sparkle of the lantern made his brown eyes glow a bit golden, his tan skin only shone in a sliver from the silhouette of light behind him. His kind smile was now faded, your heart sunk at the sight.

"That place is 'so bad' actually. You barely get paid and just from the things you've told me about those disgusting male customers, I wish you would never step foot in that building again." He whispered out the final words of his sentence with some venom laced in the tone.

You giggled at his comment, you were always so kind to customers they often mistook that kindness for opportunity to harass you while in uniform. You secretly loved telling Alastor the stories of the baffling things men would say to you on a regular basis, enjoying when he would get protective or jealous. You let out a soft sigh, still smiling at him. "Oh its fine, they're harmless." You replied, "Besides, the nastier the customer, the better they tip!" You used your free hand to shove his shoulder playfully, trying to bring his smile back. "In all seriousness, I do appreciate the offer.. but you know I can't accept that."

He suspired, returning his gaze back to you, a smile creeping back onto his face, his dimples being visible in the gentle light. "If your argument is that we have already done so much, why not just accept one more helping? Mom's been wanting to give you a job at the bakery, you'd make so much more money there... and there wouldn't be any men hitting on you~." He said with a smile, the words still slurring from the whiskey, a light blush on his cheeks from the heat from the alcohol. His words made you roll your eyes back at him, you both laid on your sides facing each other, propping yourselves up to meet each others gaze.

"Come on, you know I cannot possibly accept another handout.." You said, your voice had a bit of sadness in it, ever since your parents died at age 11, you felt like everyone had babied you. You learned to hate the feeling of being helpless and weak. Now at the age of 22, it felt like you were in control. No more people making meals for you and leaving them at your doorstep, besides Alastor's mother of course.

"I know you're stubborn. That's all I know about you." Alastor said, winking at you playfully. Although he blatantly flirted with you on various occasions, you were so engaged with the thought of Alastor seeing you as a little sister it never registered. You scoffed and rolled your eyes in response to Alastor's wink.

"I am not stubborn. I think I've done quite well for myself this far, thank you very much!" You said in playfully offended voice. You still grinned at Alastor, then continued, "I'm thankful to have you and your mother as family. You both have already done so much, you know I'm forever thankful for that." You said, whispering out the last part of your sentence. A genuine smile on your face, but when looking at Alastor's smile you noticed that his smile faltered quickly, but returned to its full capacity within seconds.

"Oh, yes... family." He nodded with his words, sighing quietly afterward. He cleared his throat before he spoke, "Alright now, I think its time for me to get you home now, don't you think?" He said, a smidge of defeat in his voice, he turned himself over, pulling his knees to his chest to support himself as he stood up next to you. Your eyes followed his movements slowly, your relaxed eye line meeting his ankles as he now stood over top of you. "Come on, Mon Chéri." He extended his hand out to you, his fingers spread as an offer to lift you off the pier. You looked up at him with a confused expression, it seemed early for you both to turn in for the night. You looked up at the moon and realized its position. You figured it was close to midnight and shrugged, agreeing to leave with alastor with your gesture. His words sounded playful, as they normally did. But there was a different dissatisfaction in his voice that always confused you. Without further understanding, you swung your arm up to interlock hands with him, accepting his help off the damp wood. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, him doing the same to yours. After you placed your heels underneath yourself steadily, standing next to Alastor. He looked down at you with a knee-weakening smile.

Looking down at your outfit, you patted your clothes off. The pier collected moss and some mild pond scum which left a bit of a mess on your work dress. The heat from the whiskey still tinting your cheeks and making your head spin ever so lightly. His hand hovered over your elbow as you examined your exterior, not letting his arm rest until he could see for himself your balance being steady. Now, feeling a bit dizzy but sober enough to walk a straight line, you exhaled and returned Alastor's gaze, looking upwards into his face. For a moment it felt like all of New Orleans seemed to quiet down, the bugs hushing. All life seemed to pause in this moment.. you looked into each others eyes, the flickering of the flame glittering in your eyes. His hand rested onto your arm, the feeling of his touch in this moment made chills go down your spine regardless of the humidity. You looked into Alastor's cigar colored eyes, you both were locked into a moment of intense eye contact. You broke the moment bu glancing down onto his lips, curled into a cheeky smile, for a moment you thought this was something you were dreaming of, it felt like you were two young lovers in this moment, the heat rose to your cheeks quickly. Your breath hitched in your throat from the tension, so dense you could feel it. The seconds felt like minutes, the eye contact made the moment feel infinite. As you thought this moment couldn't be anymore perfect, the balance of your Comma heels wobbled slightly. The point of the heel sinking into the withering wood, your ankle slipped embarrassingly. Luckily enough, alastor had his hand on your arm to support your balance, expecting you to be horizontally challenged. The sudden movement seemed to immediately bring you back to reality, alastor chuckled at you as you corrected your foot placement. Embarrassed from the slip, you rethought the entire situation. You thought how stupid you could be for reading the moment like this, you'd always be a little sister to Alastor. Nothing more. Ashamed, you looked down, your lack of confidence in the moment now tinting your cheeks even deeper. "I'm getting off this dock before it crumbles underneath us." Your voice was cold, annoyed with your own mindset. You let out a soft shaky breath, looking downward at Alastor's brown leather shoes. "Let's... lets just go." You turned from him, pushing past his arm, beginning to walk away from the dimly lit pier where you both previously sat. As your heels stamped on the worn, soft wood, Alastor stayed for a moment. Still facing the direction you once stood. Your favorite way of dealing with awkward situations was fleeing the scene. His normally cheerful smile, now dropped half way, leaving a sorry smirk on his face. When he blinked and moved on from the moment he also thought you two were about to have, he refocused his vision back to you, making your way off the pier, your silhouette starting to be engulfed into the night. He quickly turned, grabbed the still dancing lantern off of its hook and followed after you with a small laugh escaping his lips. He figured your drunken ego was more fragile than he originally assumed.

"Well, don't leave without me!" He exclaimed as he jogged slightly to catch up with you. Finally by your side again, he walked slightly ahead of you, still by your side. "What ever would you do without your knight in shining armor? Who to protect you from these dark and dangerous nights?" He strides besides you, extending his arms gesturing at the immense but familiar night in the well traveled trail ahead you. You still focus your eyes on the path, you tried your best to remain your composure, your chest ached with embarrassment from the previous thoughts you had. As much as you try not to, a smile finds its way up to your face again, still seeing Alastor's behavior as adorable. Especially when he went into theatrics like this. He spoke as he was attempting to sound like a valiant leader. Except, it more came out sounding like someone reading a children's story, desperate to keep children engaged. "Who else would guide you through these twisting, terrifying, ever so confusing streets? None other than.. me?" He said, his tone hushing at his final word. He waited for you to respond, his head leaned down, his shoulders tilted forward as he walked. Tilting his head down to look at your expression, hoping to get a reaction. Upon receiving no success with getting your attention back onto him, he playfully bumped his hip into yours, making you slightly lose your balance but letting out a closed-mouthed laugh. Finally, you looked onto his face again, he was smiling so brightly and proud to have won your attention back. His rounded glasses hung lowly on his nose, his brown hair fell over his forehead, dusting over his eyes. Your heart never failed to melt at the sight, you tried to resist the feelings that erupted in you from just the sight of Alastor smiling your direction. Unfortunately, you didn't stand a chance against his charm.

"You're stupid," You said flatly, but a smile curling your faintly red painted lips. You tilted your head towards him as he gasped, faux-shocked at your insult, "But I guess you are pretty.. helpful to have around." You finished, moving your walking pace closer to his, taking your arm in his as you walked side by side through the night. The only light guiding your path being the flickering light from the sooty lantern and the illumination of the moon light. The path you took wasn't accompanied by streetlights. The faint sound of frog calls chirped through the air accompanied by the gentle kicking of gravel from both of your footsteps.

Alastor let out a relaxed sigh as you wrapped your arm around his, the arm he held the lantern with between you both. With his free left-hand, he raised it from his side to place it on yours. His fingers were warm and calloused but still felt gentle. His thumb rubbed the back of your palm while you walked. It was a good ten minute walk to your house, then an extra five to his home, but he didn't mind, he enjoyed these moments with you. After all, you were his best friend, his other half, if you will. "Oh, you're such a charmer..." he whispered, just barely escaping his lips before he continued, voice full bodied and now a bit teasing and sarcastic, "-When you want to be." His long fingers squeezed your hand playfully and he tightened his arm that you held on to, pulling you closer by his side, your shoulders touching. You scoffed, still looking forward.

"Alastor, I am a delight to be around and you know it." You said, nodding your head with your words, still locking your arm closely with his as he lead your way through the night. You couldn't tell where you were in this vast darkness, however Alastor always seemed to know where he was, vision or not, you always felt that safety with him. You looked down at your shoes, walking in matching strides as you strolled the empty street. The moon now in her highest peak of the night.

"Whatever helps you sleep better at night, Mon Kè." Alastor said, looking upward confidently, his head held high. He shook his head chuckling softly with his words.

"You know I told you I don't like it when you call me monkey, I'm not a kid anymore." You said naively and clueless to what the words he said. He laughed at your reaction, always the same.

"I'm sorry, I know you're all grown up now." He said with sarcasm, a teasing smile on his face. When you looked up, you could see his face with a candlelight aura from the flame in front of you both. The panes of his glasses reflecting the shimmer, his dimples being shadowed almost perfectly in the light. You forgot to respond from just admiring Alastor, like you always did. Alastor did not mind the quiet however, he just figured you were exhausted from your day.

As you approached your home, you regained awareness of your surroundings as you walked, passing by the familiar southern magnolia tree in your front yard. When you looked forward again you saw the faint light of your bedside lamp peaking through the curtained windows. You pulled your arm free from Alastor's, reaching into your pocket to retrieve your key. While you rummaged through your pocket, Alastor placed the lantern on the corner of your front step, out of the way but still illuminating the door. Upon finally finding the key, Alastor took it from your hand almost instantly and walked up your front door steps before you, unlocking the door and opening it for you. Alastor practically lived in your house from the amount of time he spent bothering you on your days off in your own home. When you walked in, Alastor locked the door behind you both. His mission of the day completed, he knew you were home safely now. You walked past him, used to this routine. You hung up your apron on the coat hanger and kicked off your heels with a yawn. As alastor watched you begin to unwind from your day, he leaned against the closed door. "So when do I get my own key?" He asked, making you roll your eyes. While you stood in the small entrance room, Alastor reached above, pulling the string on the light fixture on the ceiling.

"Oh never, The day that happens will be the day I have lost all dignity." You teased as you walked now much shorter than him without your heels. He chuckled,a bit hurt in the ego but knowing it was just your own pride you protected so heavily. You walked into your kitchen, a short stroll down the hallway. The walls of the corridor adorned with pictures of your family, Alastor and Adelaide, and random memories. When Alastor joined you in the kitchen, he pulled the string on the light in the kitchen as well, its bulb emitting a dandelion yellow glow. You began to pour a glass of water, taking a sip before handing to Alastor, who followed you tentatively. He took a sip from the same glass, subconsciously making sure to place his lips on the same place your lipstick had stained the glass previously. You yawned again, more significantly, and stretched your hands outwards in a dramatic display.

"Okay, Okay I get the hint, I'll get out of your hair~" He said placing down the small glass of water on your countertop. "You don't have to tell me twice, besides, I think you need to catch up on your beauty rest." He teased, raising his hands up like he was guilty of a crime. You gasped and covered your hand over your mouth.

"Are you saying I look rough right now? How ever so rude of you." You teased back, taking the glass of water that you shared from where Alastor had placed it. Taking a sip for yourself, feeling dehydrated after the drinking you had done together that night. Alastor shook his head, a large and gentle smile on his face, his eyes still as piercing as ever despite being such a welcoming oak color.

"Oh you know what I meant." His hand reached to the top of your head and then tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, petting down your hair before his hand rested on the side of your face. His palm against the end of your jaw, lower two fingers touching your neck as you still sipped water. While you finished your sip he asked, "Same time tomorrow?" With an endearing, warm smile. After finishing what you wanted from the cup, you placed it back down, the glass clinking on the countertop. From his closeness, his chin at the same level as your eyebrows you could experience alastor without the muddling of the outside elements. He smelled like raw vanilla and faintly of cigarettes.

You nodded slowly, a blush tinting your face from his touch, it wasn't a new experience. However it never failed to give you butterflies. Alastor leaned in to kiss the top of your head, as he did every night. Gently, like you were fragile. His lips lingered for a second, getting a scent of your hair that still smelled like the outdoors and like the warm wood from the pier. He placed his lips onto your forehead for a few seconds before pulling back, dropping his hand from your face. A part of you wished in that moment he didn't make it so hard not to love him, unknowingly that he was thinking the same about you. He took a step back, stealing the rest of your water from the glass, placing it in the sink as he turned and walked out from the kitchen. Not letting you say a word before he exited the room, as he approached the door you exclaimed, "You're locking yourself out right?". He turned back to you through the dimly lit hallway with a playfully insulted look on his face.

"You act as if I've forgotten before! Trust me, our nightly routine is more important than my studies, I could do it with my eyes closed." He opened the door in front of him, reaching up to turn off the light in the entrance room pulling the short string with a quiet click, turning to you as he went to close it, before shutting the door, he looked into your eyes one last time for the night, "Good night, Mon Ké." He looked at you, waiting for a response.

You scoffed at his words, thinking he was calling you one of your childhood nicknames, "Goodnight, Alastor." You smiled at him, tone just gentle enough for him to hear down the hallway. At the sound of your words, he closed the door, the lock clicking behind him. A few seconds after, the letter opening in your door opened a sliver, your small gold house key falling through it. Landing quickly onto your door mat with a quiet clink. You listened as Alastor's foot steps retreated off your front steps, he picked up the lantern he left on the ground, and held it to light his own way home. You heard his whistle as he entertained himself through his quick walk home, the tune fading slowly as he strolled deeper into the night.

At the final sighting of the golden glow of the lantern he carried disappearing into the air, muddled through the trees and fogged by distance, you let out a sigh. Your feet ached from the work heels that were a size too small for you and your clothes felt slightly damp from the humidity of the elements outdoors. You headed into your room, retiring for the night. Your room was small, the whole home was, but you loved it dearly. You still slept in your childhood bedroom, leaving your parents' master bedroom clean, as if they'd come home at any point. Next to your rickety twin-sized bed was your beside table. The only items on it being a miniature lamp, so worn with time that the once white lampshade was now beige, and a photograph of you in between your late parents in a frame with chipping pink paint. Taking the tips you made that day from your pockets, you reached down underneath the bed, feeling the underside of the mattress for your hidden envelope, taking the cash and tucking it into the envelope. As you placed the faded envelope back into its hiding place. You sat on the bed exhausted, you picked up the beloved frame, rubbing your thumb on the edge. A demure, sorrowful smile on your face. It will almost be 11 years this fall since their death, both dying from pneumonia. You didn't have much memories of them anymore, time fading the memory card of your brain. Without alastor and his mother, who knows what could of happened to you. Luckily enough, your family owned the land and as the last alive, it went to you. Regardless of not having many memories of them, you still missed them everyday. You put the frame back in it's spot, placing it with care. Continuing with your night as you prepared for your next day, not looking forward to the manual labor, but ready for seeing Alastor. Your daily routine was something that kept you going. The two of you barely spent a moment apart, regardless of your feelings towards him, Alastor truly was family to you. Him and his mother, Adelaide, being all you had left. Every day, thankful for their kindness and care. You sighed, gathering your work outfit for the next day, removing your dirty uniform and placing it in the laundry basket, preparing for your own nightly routine, already excited for the shift that hadn't yet started to end. Tomorrow was friday, the day you had dinner with Alastor and his mother, the highlight of your week.

#alastor #alastorhh #hazbin hotel #literature #fanfic #fantasy #alastor x reader #slowburn #flirting #human Alastor #radiodemon

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mushiewrites · 2 years

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Mr. Kitzel

I got a very mean concept idea based off of this post from @cayjuno. I decided to put my own twist on it, so hopefully you all like it! (This is definitely NOT aimed at anyone specifically cough cough)

Dream, George and Sapnap come across a rather interesting find at the store, intrigued by the name of it. Dream puts it back, flustered and not wanting to look at it any longer, but George and Sapnap throw it back into their basket, forming a plan on what to use it for (or who to use it on) in their heads.

(lee!Dream / ler!George / ler!Sapnap : 2.6k words)

Dream didn’t understand why George and Sapnap had to drag him along to the store. He had just started to get into the new show he had been waiting to see on Netflix when the two barged into his room, practically dragging the blonde out of the house as he protested the whole way to the car.

He now found himself aimlessly walking through the aisles of the miscellaneous store, mindlessly looking up and down all the shelves as something to do while Sapnap and George trailed ahead, talking between them about what they needed to make sure to grab. They had all turned down an aisle that contained self care items, including brushes, skin care, body lotion - those kinds of things.

Dream was barely focusing on anything at this point, but suddenly something caught his eye. It was a back scratcher, something he had seen a million times before. But weirdly enough, it seemed to have a label with another language on it. He reached down and pulled the package from where it was dangling, bringing it closer to him to see if it was all in a different language.

“Mr. Kitzel?” Dream practically jumped at the sudden voice coming from behind him, closer to his ear than he had anticipated. He turned his head to the side and met the dark brown eyes of George, who was smiling with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah, I’m not sure? I was trying to figure out what language this was more than anything.” George hummed in acknowledgment as Sapnap made his way over, taking the backscratcher from Dream’s hands and glancing over the words.

“I think it might be german? Hold on,” Sapnap reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it and bringing up his translation app. He let out a chuckle when he read what it meant, turning his phone slightly to show George which made him turn slightly red with a nervous giggle. Dream was now the only one confused, and he was now rocking back and forth on his heels as he anxiously waited to see what was causing them to react like that.

“What is it? What does it mean?” Dream sounded a little annoyed, but he couldn’t help it! He was getting nervous, and he wasn’t exactly sure why. Probably because of the smirks George and Sapnap shared as they looked at Dream, the smaller of the boys shrugging his shoulders and handing Dream his phone. The blonde boy nearly choked, fumbling to give Sapnap his phone back when he read the translation on the screen.

Tickle. The translation was tickle. The backscratcher was literally called “Mr. Tickle”.

“What a funny coincidence!” George began, leaning closer to Dream and causing him to take a step back with a nervous giggle. “We know someone with a very ticklish back. Don’t we, Sapnap?”

“I think we do, George!” Sapnap agreed, also taking a step towards Dream with a teasy tone in his voice. He laughed as he watched Dream turn impossibly red, clearly loving how much their words were impacting the taller boy. Dream rolled his eyes with a huff before snatching the backscratcher out of Sapnaps hands to put back on the shelf.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Let’s just get the stuff and go, I wanna go back to watching my show and ignoring you idiots.” Dream hung the backscratcher back on the shelf before turning quickly on his heels, walking away from the flustering situation. George and Sapnap giggled to themselves as the oldest boy grabbed the backscratcher again, throwing it into the basket and hiding it under the items they had already grabbed. They then followed quickly behind Dream, silently planning on ways they can use their brand new purchase.

After returning home, Dream placed the bags he was carrying in on the kitchen table before turning to walk back up the steps to his room. He heard quick footsteps behind him and he turned around, just narrowly avoiding Sapnap from lunging at him.

“What are you doing you idiot?!” Dream yelled out, giggling as Sapnap held up his fists and punched at Dream’s biceps. George walked over to them, giggling and rolling his eyes at Sapnap’s childish playing.

“Just hang out with us, Dream! You’ve been in your room all morning!” Sapnap whined out, slumping his shoulders and throwing his arms around Dream dramatically, pulling him into a tight hug.

“You’ll live,” Dream used both arms to finally pry Sapnap off and away from his body, George gripping onto the younger boy’s arms to hold him back from tackling Dream again. “I promise I only have a few more episodes and then I’m done! If you guys are streaming later when I’m done I’ll pop in then.”

Sapnap was about to protest when George elbowed him in the ribs, making him yelp and turn his head to meet his gaze. Dream watched in confusion as they seemingly were communicating, Sapnap suddenly smirking and staying quiet as he finally turned back to Dream to give him a thumbs up.

“I might stream later, so that sounds good. Just message me when you’re done.” George said nonchalantly, turning to walk back into the kitchen to unpack the bags. Sapnap gave him one last smirk before turning and following behind George to help. Dream felt a slight shiver down his spine but pushed it out of his mind, blaming the stupid “Mr. Kitzel” for being so on-edge. He made his way up the steps and a few minutes later was settled on his bed, laying on his stomach with his laptop in front of him while he was completely engrossed in the show. So engrossed, it would seem, that he unfortunately didn’t hear his door slowly opening or the footsteps of the two boys who quietly made their way over to Dream.

Dream let out a shriek at the sudden weight landing on the back of his thighs, feeling his heart rate increase as he jolted, almost knocking his laptop to the floor. He turned as best he could to see George straddling his upper thighs, smirking down at him with mischief in his eyes. Dream turned back around quickly, screeching again as he was met with two hazel eyes very close to his face.

“What the fuck?!” Dream began trying to buck up in an attempt to knock George off of him, but George just reached forward and gave his sides two quick squeezes as a warning. Dream yelped, burying his head in the blankets below him to stop a laugh from escaping. It was silent for a moment until heard the rustling of a bag from above him, making him lift his head slightly to see what was going on.

“Dream, you remember your good friend Mr. Kitzel, don’t you?” He suddenly felt his blood run cold as Sapnap held up the backscratcher from the store, now free from its packaging, and free for the two to use it however they wanted. His thrashing picked up, protesting between the nervous giggles that were now pouring out of him.

“It looks like he remembers.” George teased from above him, bringing his attention back to the hands that were still gripped onto his sides. Dream stilled, hoping that if he’s able to act unbothered maybe they would leave him alone. He was sadly mistaken, throwing himself into fight or flight mode as he felt his shirt being lifted up above his shoulder blades, exposing the freckly pale skin of his back to the cold air.

“Nohohoho no George plehehease! Plehease don’t!” Dream began to plead, not knowing what else to do besides kick his legs as hard as he could, hoping to catch George off guard and make him lose his balance. But while Dream was distracted with trying to knock George off of him, he suddenly felt a strong pull at both of his arms, causing his chin to drop against the bed as his arms were stretched above him. He was truly trapped now, barely able to move side to side at how stretched out he seemed to be.

“Why are you saying ‘please’? Are you asking to get more acquainted with Mr. Tickle?” George teased, leaning down to speak directly into Dream’s ear, making him rub it against his arm with a giggle to relieve the tingles he felt from the vibration of George’s voice.

“Nohoho! Fuck OFF!” he tried his best to sound aggressive, but it was pretty hard to pull off between all the high pitched squeaks and nervous giggles that he couldn’t seem to swallow.

“That’s ‘Mr. Kitzel’, George! At least treat our new friend with some respect and say his name in his native language!” Sapnap gasped in fake offense, making George fall into cackles at the ridiculousness of the entire situation.

“You’re right, thank you Sapnap!” Dream felt George lean back, settling into his place on his thighs as he began dragging the backscratcher down his spine slowly, causing Dream to scream out before falling into louder laughter, kicking his feet every few seconds to try and get the tickly energy out.

“Plehehehease don’t!” Dream was almost in stitches already as George continued to drag the backscratcher up and down his back, paying attention to the way he jolted whenever George ran it over his shoulder blades and his lower back.

“Oh c’mon Dream, show a little respect to our friend! He’s just saying hello!” Sapnap chuckled from above him. But Dream wasn’t looking up. His face was buried into the blankets below him, cackling as he tried to focus on anything but the tickly feeling along his back. Sapnap and George had known how ticklish his back was, and they were fully taking advantage of this. Dream was plotting his revenge, thinking about all the other boy’s bad spots when he suddenly jerked to the side, shrieking as he felt the backscratcher trace over the right side along the back of his ribs.

“Ohoho, what have we found here, Dream? Did Mr. Kitzel find something good? A very ticklish spot, perhaps?” he heard the oldest boy giggle as he continued to drag the claw over and over and over, up and down the back of his ribs, not stopping even as Dream thrashed more violently, yanking at his arms and kicking his feet against the pillows.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHU GUHUHYS!” Dream could feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, lifting his head up to plead with Sapnap, giving him his best puppy eyed look - well, the best he could while being tickled to death.

“Tickle tickle tickle, Dreamie,” the blonde squealed at that, trying to bury his face further into the blankets at the flustering teases Sapnap was whispering dangerously close to his ears. “Or should I be saying kitzel kitzel kitzel?”

Dream didn’t know why but that flustered him just as much as the english word, and he continued to laugh hysterically as George switched to dragging the backscratcher all over the back of his ribs on his left side. Dream was laughing so hard he let out a long wheeze, gasping for breaths between his cackles as he continued to kick his legs as much as he could. He was so frantic now that George almost lost his balance, having to grab onto Dream’s waist to keep his place on his thighs.

“Okay okahay Dreamlee, we’re almost done. We know how ticklish you are on your back, so we won’t go overboard,” he plopped his face back into the blanket, still giggling as George rubbed over his back with both his hands, helping him calm down. “We just wanna do one more spot, is that okay?”

Dream felt his face heat up even more, no doubt that his ears were also bright red at this point. He let out a tiny, high pitched squeak before nodding his head slightly. George let out a puff of air through his nose, smirking and shaking his head slightly at how adorable Dream was when he was completely flustered. Sapnap switched from holding onto Dream’s wrists to holding his hands, running his thumbs along the back of Dream’s hands to help ground him as well.

“Alright you little giggle bug, are you ready for the finale?” Dream let out another whine at that, nodding again before freezing up as he felt the claw placed between his shoulder blades. He bit his lips, his eyes wide even as he continued to hide his face against the blankets. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last - he knew that they knew it was one of the most sensitive spots on his body.

George turned the scratcher sideways, dragging it up and over each shoulder blade. Dream was howling, kicking pathetically and squeezing Sapnap’s hands tightly, not knowing what to do with himself. All he knew was that it tickled, and it tickled so much, and tickled so bad. He heard George and Sapnap giggling as he continued to laugh hysterically under them.

“Jesus Dream, I’ve never seen someone so ticklish on their upper back before.” Sapnap let out another giggle, watching goosebumps form along the pale skin as George dragged the metal claw above his shoulder blades, just below the nape of Dreams neck. They watched as the bumps sprouted along the bigger boys back and down his arms, cooing about how adorable and ticklish he was.

“STOHOHOP I CAHAHAN’T HELP IHIHIT!” Dream could feel the tears on his cheeks at this point, completely lost in how ticklish this backscratcher felt against his back. He melted into the blankets, going limp and giving up completely to the tickly feeling that was quickly spreading all over his back. “P-PLEHEHEASE PLEASE STOHOHOP I CAHAHAHAN’T!”

George and Sapnap shared a look before Sapnap gently loosened his grips on his hands, again beginning the rub the backs of them with his thumbs while George put “Mr. Kitzel” down on the bed, beginning to massage the ghost tickles from Dream’s back.

“You doin okay down there, ticklish?” Sapnap asked after a few minutes, Dream letting out a little whine at the nickname he chose for him.

“T-Thahat was cruehehehel.” He finally managed to get out between breaths, finally calming down and taking big gulps of air to regulate his breathing. George slipped off his thighs and plopped next to him on the bed, holding the backscratcher in his hands and watched as Dream finally sat up with a groan. Sapnap and George giggled quietly at how messed up Dream’s hair was, curls flying in every direction.

“We’re sorry, Dreamie, you know we had to,” George chuckled from next to him, reaching his hand to rub a stray tear from Dream’s cheek. “We knew someone as ticklish as you needed to meet Mr. Kitzel.”

“Yeah? Well, ‘Mr. Kitzel’ is going to meet the dumpster after this so he can’t torture anyone else.” Dream quickly snatched the backscratcher from George’s hands and sprinted from the room before they could register what the blonde boy was doing, scrambling to their feet to follow after Dream.

Dream wound up hiding Mr. Kitzel from them, and wouldn’t give up the hiding spot no matter how much they annoyed (and tortured) him. George and Sapnap eventually gave up, huffing about how he ruined the fun for them.

And if George and Sapnap had bought three more “Mr. Kitzel”’s in preparation for a situation like this, well, Dream would find out soon enough.

#lee!Dream #ler!george #ler!sapnap #I actually love this?#again #totttttallly not aimed at anyone specific #definitely not aimed at someone whose name starts with J #and ends with uno #im too nice to bully anyone 😇#unlike somEONE #anyways #pls enjoy!#mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff #thank u emma for proof reading sort of #and watching me correct my mistakes in real time

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star-named-riddle · 5 months

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Day 7 - Wildfire

(It's still the 7th somewhere, I swear) This one is hot off the press, and long, and sort of smells like lemon

Bellatrix stood waiting at the door. She did not knock, there was no need. The Dark Lord would recognise her mind at his door.

The lock clicked, and the door became ajar. She pressed her palm against it and pushed it, bowing her head while keeping her eyes up.

Lord Voldemort tossed her the Muggle newspaper the moment she walked inside his study. She caught it, her eyes immediately drawn to the front page.

‘WILDFIRE ROARS ON’

Bellatrix laughed. So this was what the sudden summon was about.

“When I showed you how to control Fiendfyre, you rotten creature, that was not the point of it,” Lord Voldemort said, gesturing towards the newspaper, his voice slow and low but clearly touched by pride. “Read that article for me, Bella, and explain yourself.”

The Dark Lord did not bother to offer her a seat. Instead, he rose from his place at the desk and made his way to the tall windows that overlooked the gardens and the estate beyond them. He stood by them, looking very tall and very still, bathed in the light of the warm summer day.

Bella admired his profile. His thick but greying hair combed back from his face and temples. The scar that now crossed his right eye and paled its colour hidden from sight, yet present in her mind. The skin on the left side of his neck was marred, pulled tight and dented, as if it had been burnt badly.

Lord Voldemort turned his face to her, sharply. His eyes shone red in between blinks, going back to their dark brown colour the moment Bellatrix focused on them.

She was happily married to Rodolphus. She loved her husband, and they fit together seamlessly in all things. And yet… there was something here.

There had always been something, right from the beginning. Something neither her or her master had ever acted upon, except for that one time. He had always used her obvious attraction to him against her when in training. It had been a way to distract her at first, later becoming a way to test her.

“Do I have to tell you again?” His tone alone was a warning, a tug on the unseen leash he kept on her.

Bellatrix jolted out of her reveries, unfolding the newspaper and holding it straight in her hands.

“No, my lord,” she said, lowering her eyes minutely. She cleared her throat and read the title aloud, moving on to the text below it immediately.

‘The freak wildfire that started on July 29th burns on through Swinley Forest. The fire, which started at night three days ago, has consumed over 2000 acres of land. There are three active fronts, the largest being just over 3km. On stage, there are about 100 firefighters, with some 25 fire engines, being aided by two airtankers. The flames show no sign of slowing down, and the wind expected over the next few days will probably aggravate the matter. Canada has offered to reinforce the firefighting crews with two more airtankers, expected tomorrow.

The fire broke out late on the 29th. The first call came in at 9 o’clock in the evening, mentioning a roaring fireball at the heart of the forest. No clues have been found as to what started the fire, which was quickly dubbed a freak accident by locals. Several people claim the fire seemed to move willingly at first, quickly advancing through the forest. A second ball of fire was seen 20 minutes later. The first firefighters on scene described a front of over a mile, unnatural in its shape and expected course. An investigation has been launched.’

Bellatrix meant to flip to page 10, where there would be more information, but was cut short.

“That’s quite enough, Bella. Now, tell me how you did all that, and what, in Merlin’s name, came over you that made Fiendfyre in a forest seem reasonable.”

Bellatrix looked up, fighting a smile. Her master did not sound displeased. He was somewhat amused by it all if his tone was to be believed.

“I was chasing two wizards, my lord. Aurors. I stayed close to the most valuable one, but I could not let the other one escape.”

“Did I send you alone on that mission, Bella?”

“No, my lord. You sent me with my husband,” she answered, gulping at the memory of a delightfully naked evening with Rodolphus being interrupted by the burning of their Dark Marks. “And with my brother-in-law.”

“And you ended up alone?”

“There was a third wizard when we found the Aurors. They split, and so did we. I had Charlotte Corbin, Rodolphus had Caradoc Dearborn, and Rabastan took the third one.”

“Who was he?”

“One of the Prewett brothers, my lord. Gideon, he thinks.”

Lord Voldemort hummed. He had already punished Rabastan for his failure to capture his target. Bellatrix had tended to his wounds the next day, once she was done sorting her husband.

“And how come you ended up alone in Swinley Forest chasing two Aurors?”

“Caradoc injured Rodolphus, badly. He Apparated to the forest right after Corbin and I did. It must have been their plan once they lost us.”

“Corbin didn’t lose you…”

“She tried, my lord. She quickly realised she would not best me in combat, so she tried running. I managed to throw one of my daggers at her, and I followed her Apparition by following it.”

“Hm-mmm. And the Fiendfyre?”

“Caradoc was too dangerous to be allowed to survive. Corbin had filled him in on her case. He knew far too much, and he had to stop him from getting back to the Order with more information. Charlotte was already injured, and we needed more information from her, so I decided to capture her and kill him immediately. I couldn’t risk losing Corbin, not with all she knows.”

“And Fiendfyre was better than a quick Killing Curse.”

“He could have dodge it, my lord. He had before. The Fiendfyre would chase him, and keep him from focusing enough to Apparate somewhere else,” she said, a wicked smile on her lips as she thought back to the terror in the Auror’s eyes as the flames erupted from her wand.

“Show me,” he ordered, approaching her.

Bellatrix went back to the beginning in her memories, and waited as her master joined her in her mind. They both saw everything happen, following along. Lord Voldemort chuckled as the cursed flames jumped and galloped after Caradoc Dearborn while Bellatrix rendered Charlotte Crobin unconscious and Apparated away. She had left the witch locked in a barren room at Castle Lestrange, and then waited in the hall as both Lestrange brothers Apparated home for her to mend.

Lord Voldemort emerged from her memories then, not caring to dwell on the extent of the injuries to her husband and brother-in-law. She let her own memory dissipate, and opened her eyes to find her master looming over her.

She gulped. Her hands held on tighter to the newspaper, which crumpled and crackled beneath her fingers.

He was close, standing tall above her, his eyes inscrutable.

Her mouth had gone dry thinking of that one time he had kissed her before, in the Spring, and all of the things she had thought about ever since that day. She could feel her heart racing, the drum of her pulse silencing all other sounds.

Lord Voldemort looked down, watching his most loyal servant as she tried to control her breathing. He had liked that kiss. He had thought often about that kiss, and kissing her again, and had found himself lost in thoughts of doing other things to her. Things that made him harden and woke him up at night when his dreams went unchecked.

He perused her thoughts again, and what he found there destroyed his resolve to hold himself back. All he wanted was to kiss his Bella.

His brain had all of half a second to consider when he had become so possessive of her. But she was his. His pupil, his servant, his witch. His Bella sounded just fine in his mind, and from what he had seen in hers, she’d have no qualms about it either.

He nearly ripped the newspaper from her hands, tossing it aside. The sheets spread out, drifting apart as they fell to the floor. His right hand moved to cup the back of her head, tilting her mouth further up, and his left hand wrapped itself around her right wrist, making her step forward.

He kissed her, firmly planting his lips on hers. He wrapped his arms around her, possessively, and pulled her closer. Having not been given leave to touch his face, Bellatrix pressed her hands against his chest, wrapping her fingers in his robes, pulling herself up. She hummed into the kiss. And when she gasped for air, his tongue licked her lips, and robbed her of breath the next instant.

Like wildfire, their desire burned through their bodies, spreading, unstoppable.

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Autumn Air, Season Fair

The cold autumn air catches the noses and fingers of many as the leafs, dead and colorful, fall to the waters and ground of dried grass. Stone walls are cold and standing still. It's peaceful and quiet.

"WHAT?!"

Well almost-

"Young Master, what are you sayin???" Barked Bard, his blue eyes widen in shock as the other four servants are the same expression. Ciel sits at a chair drinking his tea as he looks at them unphased, "I'm saying you lot are free to marry. It's a silly rule that the master controls what his servants want. You four deserve someone to care for."

The news came a shock to the four, each one different than the other, who simply came over to help clean up the manor that was left untouched for a while and now are told they are free to marry if they so wish?!

Before more protest happen, the sound from down stairs catches their ears.

Ciel's lone eye widen. "She did not-" He stands fast and hurries out the room with the servants following after.

And what a sight to behold!

There in the mansion's entrance hall is Doll and Soma side by side giving away bowls of soup and plates of bread to many children of all sizes and ages and shapes, dirty and clean, a smile full of pearly whites and missing gaps, loud chatter and children squeals erupting as it goes on.

The Earl grabbed the stair rail and called out in a beckon of a mighty voice, "What have I told you about doing things without asking me first, Doll!?" The brunette turned and looked up at him, instantly her freckles face once so cherry turns so sour and cold she looks nearly sick. "Last I check you're just a boy not the blood Queen!" Ciel's eyebrow twitch hard in annoyance as he feels a fire burning in his chest in high volume.

Sebastian was luckily there to calm him before he dare pops off like a kettle screaming for tea, "Miss Doll, Prince Soma, as much as the young master and I are grateful for your actions we do need some sort of warning before hand to help prepare." Soma, who has no adopted a more mature sense of fashion, who's golden eyes of beauty has no recently finally brighten back in light after the lose of his dear friend and butler Agni, turned to Ciel and smile. No longer does he cling onto the boy while talking loudly, he is a mature man now after all, "Sorry about that, just that Doll was telling me about the F.O.L. Orphanage and I just felt they deserved some food with some of my new friends!" Said he in joy.

Doll smiles to the prince but looks back to Ciel and gave him a stick of her tongue.

"Find a ground to stand with her" he says, "It'll be easy" he said... Ciel grimace when staring at the street of London to the very brunette he's been having issue dealing with for the last month. Easy my bloody ass! She is an absolute terrible lady!

He cringes from all the examples he can name the times she was indecent. The way she so casual tried to strip him nude on their first day together. The fact she made him feel her chest. The many times she swore out a word that makes even a sailor of the army blush mad like a virgin in a brothel. The way she ate like a starved piglet in a barn. Her walking around so freely in bloomers and top. Her constant disrespect to the very Earl who has let her live in his manor since the very end of reopening old wounds!

From the distance stands Lizzie who simply sighs in pout, "Honestly, this outing was meant for fun not so people can glare at each other with wire shut jaws."

Not far from her are stalls of fruit where Finny walks rather simple with a hum of his lips. The gardener reached out to a cart of apples and accidentally brushed the hand of another. He jumps and looks to the figure. "I'm sorry-" He stops when he sees who it is, a petite woman with long curly dark brown hair dressed in a red gown with white lace, her eyes big and a beautiful shade of light brown, her skin a warm flush of a darker tone. "Lo siento, ¿puedo ver las manzanas?" Her voice was sweet, like warm honey.

Finny blinks fast as he tries to process what she said. "She apologize and asked if she would like to see the apples Finny." Said Sebastian from behind. He jumped back as he stammers, "O-Oh of course!" The girl giggles, causing the poor boy to blush, and looks at the stall. His green eyes instantly flash to Sebastian, "You understand what she said Sebastian?" The butler chuckles, "Yes. It's quiet easy." "U-Um could you maybe ask her her name?"

Sebastian thought for a moment before going to the woman and the two talk, "Mi amigo pregunta por tu nombre." "¿El rubio?" "Si." The woman look at Finny and smiles bashfully before speaking, "Mi nombre es Valentina, acabo de llegar de Puerto Rico." "Puerto Rico, eso está lejos."

Finny waited patiently until his much older friend comes back, "She says her name is Valentina. She's from Puerto Rico." The blond tilted his head. "Puerto Rico? Where's that?" "It's just by America, between the Caribbean Sea and the North Atlantic Sea." His green eyes shine in wonder, pausing when Sebastian handed him a paper as the girl walks away, "She has also inform me she works as a maid from a family of a singer, and if you would like you can see a show coming up and see Valentina again." Sebastian's poor ears weren't ready for the level of excitement bawl that Finny's voice created upon hearing that and his many many "Yes of course"s.

From the side lines Lizzie giggles upon watching the scene, her spot seated between Paula and Mey-Rin who sits enjoying the air. "Looks like Finnian might've been nipped by Cupid." She giggles, the two maids giggling along side her. Suddenly, the girl with pig tails turned her head fast to Mey-Rin, "What about you? Do you think you might fall in love?" The way Mey-Rin blushed you could've sworn her face morphed into her hair so fast. With a crack of her pitch and stutters galore she croaked, "O-Oh my- I-I never really believed I would, no I didn't! I'm no where near are pretty as you Lady Elizabeth, no I'm not!" Lizzie pouts, "Don't say that Mey-Rin, you're very pretty!"

The conversation was soon interrupted with Ciel walking over with a angry look on his face, his face flustered and puffy in emotion. "What happened young master?" Asked his maid in worry before glancing behind him with Doll who walks pass purposely kicking his leg as she does.

Doll sits on the floor of her new room, knees held tight to her chest as she dressed in only her undergarments and soft wool grey socks, her eye puffy and damp while her nose is wrinkled and snotty. It doesn't take a genius to show she has been feeling distress lately, in fact it increased since February of this year. That night was a lot like this one, nippy and cold, cold enough to reveal your breath, and much like that night she feels so...empty.

Yes, she has the orphans who care for her and she cares for them. Yes, she made fast friends with Lady Elizabeth Prince Soma and Alois Trancy. And yes, she still has Snake. But nothing truly shapes the feeling of whole again as back then...

Back when she was young and free from all the pains of life throws at you with each inch you grow. Back when she could run bare footed across the grass and creeks. Back when the very aches of growing up never affected her. Back when it was just her in that work house with the other children and her family...the only ones who could understand her fully.

Numb, Doll slowly grabbed forth a sheet from the best she was resting against and lazily wrapped it around her frame as she stands upright like a puppet being pulled up by a string. Cold, she slowly made her way to the bedroom window as voices speak forth her hearing, "Come on Doll, let's play!" Her shaking fingers unlatched the hook of the window and slowly pushed it open, her face instantly chilling with the effects of a gush of the wind and the scent of dirt and dried plants that carry through the wind.

As water begin to flow in the corners of her eyes, Doll looked to the grey sky to see her family eagerly waiting for her to join them, open eyes and bright smiles. She doesn't see them in those outfits the circus made nor does she see them as the dirty children she met them as, but as the real them all happy and good. Peter and Wendy are bigger and looked their age, Beast, Dagger, and Joker all have their missing limbs healed, No blood no scars no burns no pain just them...

For a very small moment she felt guilt build, guilt of making them wait for so long and so the quick image of the white roses being splattered red when her head hits the ground, and as quickly as it came the guilt disappeared as she carefully reached a hand out. Out the window to the sky. Out reaching for the family she longs for more than anything in the world. Preying to be set free from this cage of misery and leave this pained empty body behind with all it's cracks and cob webs of trapped wonders.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door and the door opens.

Doll turned her head to see Ciel stepping into the room with a shy expression. "I'm sorry to intrude this afternoon Doll, I simply have something." Curiosity arose within her tender chest as he stepped closer. Soon Ciel presented what he apparently came by to show, a box of many candy goods of colorful wrappings and ribbons, a familiar shadow of a bunny catching her eye as her nose catches the scent of sweet. Ciel looked away from her undressed self as he spoke in a soft tone, "Erm... I figured you'd like this since you talked about them back then. I just finished giving Alois some products as well so it isn't like you were the soul gifter so..."

As her gentle hands slowly took the box, her heart felt light. He...remembers...All this time... With a soft smile she carefully knelt down to his height more in a scooped dip and lightly kisses his cheek and whispered, "Thank you Smile. They're lovely..."

As the seasons change so does everything else.

Church bells ring out and echos across the sky as large doors opened to show a blond lad dressed all nice and formal beside a beautiful girl in a white gown and a bouquet of lilies and sunflowers, both matching in tears in eyes and bright smiles. No one was the least surprised when Finny and Valentina, his new apple of his eye, were getting married. The two simply just had that strong bond authors can call "love-at-first-sight". Finny has long sense grew to learn her language as she does the same back, even learning some German, and the two haven't dare not speak or see each other since that one concert he was so graciously invited to.

As the two ran off the steps of the chapel, their friends toss rice and flower petals in their way until they made it to the horse drawn carriage, many smiles were tossed and gifted and given back as cheers echo out the crowds. Valentina stops once she gets to the carriage's step and throws her flowers in the air with a smile. Many eyes were on the bouquet and watched as it falls into the hands of Mey-Rin who quickly blushes as her friends cheer. "You know the rule Mey-Rin!" Called out Bard as he chuckles.

As the air grows a touch warmer and less harsh, new chapters have continued to grow.

"Are you serious??" Bard's voice echoed the Midford manor as his eyes grow misty and fast as he stands before his beautiful wife Paula who smiles back. "Yes, I am." She said as she rubs her stomach. The chef and maid have recently tied the knot after much back and forth fluttering lashes and beating hearts of will they, won't they hell everyone witness.

Bard quickly scooped his wife in his arms and spun around. "I'm gonna be a father!" The two laughed as the summer sun shimmers in the air.

Across the way of the forest by a stream of cold water, pass the trees and right pass the beautiful green grass that shine under the sun and flow in the wind, is a wooden swing and a picnic blanket where three people laze about in each other's company. Different shades of blues and different tones of skin mix together as soft kisses come from each lips. Ciel hummed at the taste of honey and peaches from one and strawberries and cream from the other as he laid on the blanket simple minded in calm and peace.

Their bodies have molded and grown over time like clay dolls being shaped by life's invisible hands. No longer are they boys and a girl but a woman and two men.

As many seasons change, so does the people.

As a smooth fire burns it's heart out in the fire place, a shadow of a man walks back and forth across the carpet. In the room with him are many faces of different forms dressed in different colors and styles like a odd box of paints.

Suddenly, a loud scream of a female echoes the hall, causing a lot of people to pause and some to shutter. "I somehow feel the urge to apologize to my mother giving birth to me..." Mumbled Alois as his face pales.

A figure dressed in red look to the pacing man and softly tap him with the tip of a boot and sooth of a voice, "Due calm down Will, she's a tough girl I'll have to remind you."

Since the first spring after the Earl of Phantomhive's 15th birthday celebration, it seems demons, angels, and even reapers have found some sort of common ground. Buried the hatchet some human mortals say. Since then on a very important call some reapers would come by and help on cases much like how Undertaker had before the incidences. And since then a certain stern reaper fell in love and courted a lovely assassin turned maid who accepts his ways and the fact he's a reaper.

Another scream happens which resulted in William running down the halls faster than a very breath, cold sweat fall from his forehead as he reached the room he was searching for. With a hot chest and cold stomach he grabbed hold the knob of the door and swung it open. He blinks as he felt his knees grow weak faster than a melting ice block in the summer heat and sun and his eyes burned with tears as he stared at the bed where his tired dove rests with a freshly cleaned and coddled infant laid gently in her arms crying as tears stream her red face.

After a moment, people came into the room after him to see the scene and quickly offer their congratulations.

William fell to his knees the moment he reached to Mey Rin, tears staining his cheeks like a form of fashion, his finger slowly reach out to the small pink being in soft fabric crying their little lungs out to the world. "My nose...they have my nose..." He chocked when a small hand grabbed hold of his finger and squeezes, his body shaking with this whirl-wind of emotions invading his body. Paula whipped a tear from her eye as she speaks up, "Do you have a name planned for him?" The reaper sniff when hearing the gender. His son, his little boy.

"Xiu and Bella and Brair seemed to have tuckered themselves out."

Indeed, three children lay on the floor of the Midford manor's play room all cuddled together, crayons and papers scattered around, each dressed in their finest little ruffles and ribbons of style like precious gems they are to many, two of them wear a form of glasses perched perfectly on their noses or dangling halfway off their sweet adorable faces and the two are one with soft lavender curls and dark skin while the other is dark hair of ebony black and softer flush pale skin.

The three children's parents smile and softly gathered their respect child into their arms, Hannah and Mey Rin having to silence their giggles as they trade glasses. Sebastian stands tall and softly rubs the back of Bella, admiring how small she is in his arms.

As the rain falls to the window and the soft wind howls, he began to walk down the halls and sing so softly as warmth covers his heart, "Hush little baby don't say a word, papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird won't sing, papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns brass, papa's gonna buy you a looking glass..."

"And if that looking glass gets broke, mama's gonna buy you a billy goat..."

Sebastian smiled at the sweeter voice that joins his tune as he undoes the ribbon tangled in Bella's dark hair. As both he and Lizzie sing they help each other get their little princess to bed. "And if that billy goat won't pull, papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull. And if that cart and bull fall down, you'll still be the sweetest little baby in town..."

Lizzie leaned down after the covers of silk consumed the small girl and lightly pressed a kissed upon her head. As she rises Sebastian leans down and mimics the motion, but stays still as he whispers, "You have no idea, my dear, but I will do all those things and more if you so wish it...My dear light of my darkness."

This is yet another prequel of my two previous fics:

This fic is still dedicated to @annoyinglyshinycherryblossom, @sebalizzie, @nullb1rdbones, and now @onehellofashadynerd and @docmartensanddietcoke

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