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Fool Me Twice | [2/?]

Part 2 to my OC fake dating fic! Thank you so much to everyone who expressed support for part 1 ❤️ This chapter is slightly on the longer end (I was considering cutting it off halfway but decided against it). Hopefully it doesn’t feel too disjointed :’)

Part 2 (ft. fake dating, a party, a confrontation, and an elaborate lie)

(You can read [Part 1] here!)

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Yves wakes up the morning of the 31st with a dull, throbbing headache.

His whole body feels heavy, his limbs leaden and sore as if he’s just gone through a day of heavy lifting, and it feels as though he’s barely slept at all. It’s the kind of unshakeable exhaustion that doesn’t dissipate even after a hot shower and a cup of coffee (nearly hot enough to scald, though at least it feels good on his throat), and he’s congested in a way that no number of tissues seems to alleviate.

He spends the morning wrapping his presents for Margot, shoveling enough snow off of his front doorstep so he can open the front door, and rifling through his closet for something to wear. Then it’s a stop at the pharmacy for cold medicine—he picks out the kind that he hopes will leave him least symptomatic for the party—and a short text exchange with Vincent, who doesn’t say much except confirm that he has everything ready for tonight, followed by a longer text exchange with Mikhail, who will be at the party too.

If Yves is honest with himself, he could use a nap, but he denies himself one until he finds himself nodding off in the middle of putting together lunch. If he’s going to be staying close to midnight and driving back after, he thinks, then perhaps a short nap wouldn’t be the worst idea.

The nap, as it turns out, doesn’t help much. He wakes up groggy and disoriented. Still, he hopes maybe, at the very least, it might help keep him awake enough on the drive back. Vincent’s address is a twenty minute drive from home. Yves downs a dose of cold medicine, sets his presents down in the trunk, texts Vincent that he’s on his way, and then heads out.

Outside, it’s snowing in thick, heavy flakes. Snow settles over the roads, over the trees and the houses. He gets there five minutes early, out of courtesy, but it’s barely ten seconds after he knocks on the door that Vincent is opening it.

He’s dressed in a white button-down shirt, a black blazer, and tight-fitting jeans, though something about the way the jacket fits over his shoulders makes them look sharper and more angular than usual. His dark hair is sideswept, and there are pink-tinted sunglasses perched atop his head, and there’s a tiny golden rose pinned to his lapel. He looks simultaneously put together and flatteringly in his element. Definitely photoshoot material, Yves thinks.

“I didn’t have much other than work clothes,” Vincent says, which is how Yves realizes he’s been staring.

“No, you...” Yves swallows. ...You look like someone I could fall in love with, his mind supplies unhelpfully. “You look fantastic. I can’t thank you enough for doing this.”

“It’s no trouble,” Vincent says. He shuts the door behind him, locks it, and steps outside into the cold.

Yves follows after him. It’s cold enough outside to make his nose run, and he sniffles as discreetly as he can, clenches his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. He can only hope he looks half as presentable as Vincent does, right now. The cold medicine is working its magic as it stands, but it’ll start to wear off around eleven—hopefully by then, everyone will be drunk enough not to take notice.

“I know you said parties are not your scene,” Yves says, rounding the corner of the driveway towards his car. “So we can leave whenever you want. I mean, I’m guessing you probably have New Year’s plans anyways? I can make sure to… hhEHh-!” As if the timing could be any worse. He veers sharply away, raising an arm to shield his face, and buries his nose in his suit sleeve. “hHEH… hEHh’iisZSCH-ieww! snf-! Ugh, sorry, unfortudately you’ll be hearing a lot of… t-that… HEHH’izsSCHH-Ew!”

The sneeze is messy and spraying, and he winces, wipes his nose on the back of his wrist.

“Bless you,” Vincent says, seemingly unaffectedly, though Yves can’t help but wonder if he’s disgusted.

“Thadks. But dod’t bother,” Yves says, and sniffles again. He’ll make a point to ask Margot where the tissues are. “You’ll get tired of that phrase really quickly. Adyways, as I was saying, I can mbake sure to get you back home before midnight. Or… earlier, if that’s what you prefer.”

“I can stay late,” Vincent says. “Though if you’re unwell, you should probably get some rest.”

“That’s sweet. I’m ndot really that unwell, though,” Yves says. “But I can’t promise I’m not contagious. I wod’t make you like, hold my hand or adything.”

“If it’s to sell the relationship,” Vincent says, “I wouldn’t mind.”

Yves says, “Still.”

“You’re doing this to prove to your ex you’ve moved on,” Vincent says, as if it’s really that simple. “For that to work, we’d have to be a convincing couple.”

“You can just sit close to mbe,” Yves says, pulling open the car door to slide into the driver’s seat. “Or laugh even when I crack a bad joke. Or tell embarrassing stories about mbe—great power, great responsibility, of course.”

“I could do all of those things as a friend,” Vincent says evenly. “But it won’t exactly look like I like you if I refuse to touch you all night.”

“If the others dod’t buy the act, at least I can say I’ll have tried. I just - snf-! - don’t want it to be an inconvedience to you, especially when i…” Yves turns away sharply, towards the window at his left, and lifts his arm to cover. “hHEH’iIIZSHEew! Ugh…” The sneeze mists over his sleeve, leaving him teary-eyed and sniffling. “...when I’b - snf! - so evidently… well, you know.” He clears his throat, though even that small action is enough to make him cough.

Vincent goes quiet for a moment. Then he asks, “What would you be fine with?”

“What?”

“You said you wouldn’t make me hold your hand. But would you be fine with it?”

“Just hypothetically, I’d be fide with whatever,” Yves says, with a shrug. “Hand holding, hugging, making out—i mean, it’s ndothing I haven’t gotten drunk and done before with a stranger, but obviously I don’t actually expect you to do any of that. You just being there is more than edough. I mean, you’re already spending your New Year’s Eve doidg this for me.”

“Yes,” Vincent says. “That’s exactly why I want it to not be for nothing.”

When Yves looks over to him, Vincent’s expression is difficult to parse.

“It wod’t be for nothing,” Yves says, mustering up a smile. It’s almost endearing how seriously Vincent is taking this.

Really, if Yves can get through tonight with this cold of his—and his ex of his—he’ll consider it enough of a win.

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When they get to the party, Margot waves them in. She steps in for a hug, and even though Yves thinks that’s probably inadvisable, he lets her—Margot hugs everyone, and the extra warmth is more than welcome, as it stands.

“I made sure that tonight’s refreshments included orange juice,” she says. “How’s the cold?”

“Fantastic,” Yves says, trying not to sniffle. “I’m sure the orange juice will cure it.”

“That’s the spirit.” She steps in to hug Vincent, too, who stiffens at first, but then returns the hug more naturally than Yves would have expected. “And this is Vincent, right? Yves has told me all about you.” “Nice to meet you, Margot.” Vincent says. “Your apartment looks spectacular.”

And it does—Margot’s decorated it with string lights and HAPPY NEW YEAR! banners, strung in neat arcs from the ceiling; champagne flutes lined up on the fireplace mantel, 2017! spelled out in glittery block letters on the living room wall. Pale golden balloons bob up and down in the hallway; yellow roses are strewn neatly across the living room tables, the walls gilded with shining gold streamers.

“Thank you, thank you!” Margot says. “I’m so glad you could make it.” She leans in conspiratorially. “We need you for intel. We’ll trade you embarrassing things Yves did in college for embarrassing things he’s done at—”

“Please take my peace offering instead.” Yves says loudly, and then hands her the gift he’s holding. Margot laughs and squeezes his shoulder.

“You didn’t have to,” she says. “It’s good to see you again, Yves.” Then, to both of them: “Dinner will be ready in an hour. There are drinks in the iceboxes, so feel free to help yourselves.”

Then someone knocks, and she’s off again to meet the newcomers at the door. Yves muffles a cough into his sleeve, remembering too late he’d meant to ask her where to find the tissues. He’s sure there will be some napkins laying around.

The hour before dinner goes better than he expects. He introduces Vincent to a few of his friends—he runs into Mikhail, who thanks him for helping him move in and asks about his family, and Nora, who—like him—is going into business, and asks him and Vincent both about the work culture at Evertech. He talks to Joel, who congratulates him on the relationship and asks them how they met (they have a story prepared for this, of course) and Francesca, who—much to his embarrassment—says, “You really weren’t joking when you said he looks like a model,” to which Yves nods and smiles and pretends not to notice the questioning look he gets from Vincent.

He thinks his cold is manageable enough, too—he gets accustomed to turning sharply away from Vincent mid-conversation, to burying his face into his sleeve to stifle another harsh, wrenching sneeze, and to the (unnecessary, but thoughtful) bless you that sometimes follows—though all this talking is not exactly conducive towards his voice, and he finds himself clearing his throat incessantly and stopping mid-sentence to cough. If Vincent notices how his voice is getting hoarser as the night goes on—or how every stifle exacerbates his headache, if only slightly—he says nothing of it.

It’s only when they’re all settling down for dinner—Vincent at his right side, pouring him a glass of water—that Erika arrives.

She looks just as he remembers her—beautiful and intimidating, with her hair down over her shoulder, curled just for the occasion, her eyeliner a large, graceful dark wing. She’s wearing a long sheath dress which hangs off from one shoulder, and Brendon is at her side, with his arm around her waist, wearing a suit with a boutonniere which matches her dress, and he says something that makes her laugh loudly and lean closer into his chest.

“Thadks,” Yves says, to Vincent, as he sets the pitcher back down. Maybe this will be fine if she doesn’t speak to him. She doesn’t have any real reason to start a conversation with him, anyways.

But then Erika takes a seat diagonally across from him.

“Yves,” Erika says, looking straight at him. “It’s been awhile.” He watches as her gaze slides over to Vincent. “And who’s this?”

“This is Vincent,” Yves says, clearing his throat. “Vincent, this is Erika.”

Really, the introduction is nothing more than a formality. Vincent must already know.

Erika turns to look Vincent over. There’s something calculating in her expression, something that unsettles Yves. “Your coworker?”

“Boyfriend,” Vincent corrects her, with a small, economical smile that seems to fall just short of sincere. “But yes, coworker too. And you’re his ex? I think Yves might’ve mentioned you in passing.”

“Yes,” Erika says. “Only good things, I hope?” If it’s meant to be a joke, it comes out a little too pointed, but she laughs after it anyways. Yves wonders if there’s a way to stave off the headache he feels brewing. He needs a drink. “It’s great to meet you. I didn’t realize that Yves was seeing someone else.”

“We haved’t exactly kept in codtact, so I wouldn’t expect you to kdow,” Yves says to her. Then, remembering himself, he grins. “Mbuch to catch up on, right?”

“Yes, much,” she says, leaning her head onto Brendon’s shoulder. “Brendon and I were just talking about how easy it is to fall out of touch with old friends.”

“It really is, if you think about it,” Brendon says. “I think it has to do with how we’re all very different people from who we were in college, even though it’s barely been a year and a half. And with all of the job stuff, too, and all the moving away—it’s really only natural that people drift apart.”

Yves shuts his eyes briefly. It’s really only natural. As if that justifies everything—the cheating, the dishonesty, the lack of apology. Briefly, he wonders if Brendon even knows what she’s done, or she’s reframed things the way she likes to, rephrased cheating as unfortunate miscommunication over a falling out.

He used to think of it as one of her strengths, back when she’d done debate in college: that she was so good at redirection, that she knew exactly what she believed in, that she could frame things as favorably or unfavorably as she wanted. Now, that knowledge makes him feel sick to his stomach.

“On the contrary,” Vincent says, “I think it’s a matter of making time for the people you want to keep in your life.”

“That’s much easier said than done,” Brendon says.

“I didn’t say it was easy,” Vincent says.

Erika looks between them, her eyes flashing, and Yves looks away in favor of muffling a cough into his fist. His throat is really starting to hurt. Maybe he has been talking too much tonight.

“I guess we can agree to disagree,” Brendon says, as if that makes him the bigger person.

Or maybe he has it wrong, Yves realizes. Maybe Brendon knew exactly what Erika was doing, back then. Maybe he even encouraged her.

“Either way, it’s good to see everyone agaid,” he says. “Eved if we have changed.” There’s a slight, almost imperceptible tickle in his nose, but knowing this cold—knowing how many of his sneezes tonight have caught him off guard, often with barely enough time to cover—he’s not sure how long it will stay that way.

“So,” Erika says, deceptively nonchalant. “How did you two meet?”

Yves is ready to give her the spiel he’s already given so many times tonight. “We met at work,” he starts. “I was assigned to Vincent’s team, so I—” His voice breaks on that note, and he clears his throat again, fighting the urge to wince. Has he sounded this rough since he got here? “So I relied on him a ton for… hh… those… hHEH… sorryIhavetohH… HEh’IZCHH-Eew! snf-! Ugh, snf-!” The sneeze is just as theatrically loud as usual, which, embarrassingly, prompts a few bless yous from further along the table.

He thinks he can feel the effects of the cold medicine starting to wear off—or perhaps his cold is just getting worse. Either way, all this sneezing must be making him lose his voice twice as fast. “I relied on him a tod for those first few weeks, with all the… snf-! All the odboarding stuff. And then after that, I… hH-!” he really, really doesn’t want to sneeze again, but the tickle in his nose seems to have only gotten worse. “...figured I should thank him… f-for… hh-! for helping out… sorry, I— hh!... HEh-hhHEH’IZSSCH-EEW!”

He can feel Erika’s eyes on him, but he doesn’t have time to interpret her expression before he’s twisting away from the three of them, coughing so harshly into the crook of his arm that he can feel his eyes beginning to well up with tears. His throat really hurts—every subsequent cough seems to scrape uncomfortably against his throat, making it feel impossibly sorer.

He feels a hand settle on his own, feels someone interlace their fingers with his, though the incongruousness of the action doesn’t quite register to him immediately; at least, until—

“Save your voice,” Vincent says, softly. “I can take it from here.”

Something about his tone of voice startles Yves. He’s never heard Vincent sound like that before—uncharacteristically soft, despite the command.

“You’re sick?” Erika asks.

Yves opens his mouth to respond, but Vincent beats him to it. “He’s a little under the weather.”

“It’s - snf-! - a lot better than it sounds, I prombise,” Yves cuts in.

Vincent sighs. “What did I say about saving your voice?”

“He was saying something about onboarding?” Erika says, as an invitation for Vincent to continue.

Vincent nods. “Back then, we worked pretty closely for a few weeks, so Yves took me out to dinner as a way of thanking me for my help. That was in June, back when Starcruisers was just premiering in theaters.”

“That movie with Willow Alder and Denver Gill?” Brendon says.

“That’s right. Yves likes the same kind of sci-fi as I like, so we went together.” That’s a half-truth: they have talked briefly, but not extensively, about Starcruisers, and Yves does like sci-fi, but he’s not sure if he’s communicated that to Vincent before. “After that, we started seeing each other more often. Dinner, and a movie, every Friday after work. And when we ran out of movies to watch in theaters, he invited me over to his place.”

The smile Vincent has on now is worlds away from the strained, tight-lipped one he’d given Erika earlier. If Yves didn’t know better, he might have thought it looked sincere.

“If I’m honest, it became the thing I looked forward to the most every week. I mean, it’s not uncommon for me to meet people who are easy to get along with at work. That kind of surface-level agreeability—for lack of a better phrase—is generally well-valued in our field, to the extent that it hardly even feels like a choice. But even outside of work, even when it doesn’t benefit him, Yves is actually one of the most thoughtful people I know. He’s always thinking about others, even when it’s ill-advised. I’d imagine you know that too.”

At that, Vincent looks to Erika, as if he expects her to agree with him. But he doesn’t wait for her acknowledgement, either, to continue: “And he’s good at taking initiative, which saved me a lot of stress. He asked me out shortly after I realized I had feelings for him. We’ve been together since then.”

Yves stares back at Vincent. His mouth feels suddenly dry.

He owes Vincent a free dinner over this. And a performance review so good that it earns him a raise.

“That’s very sweet,” Erika comments, with a pointed smile. “And I know where you’re coming from. I used to think some of the same things about him, too.”

Used to. Yves is sure Vincent must hear the unspoken remainder of the sentence: but of course, I’ve come to know better.

But Vincent merely nods. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

“Just a sec, I should give my presents to Margot before I forget,” Erika says. She reaches under the table for the packages she’s set down, both of them wrapped nicely in silver wrapping paper and sealed off with a neatly tied bow. Yves watches her leave. He’ll have to remember to thank Vincent later.

“Erika was telling me she doesn’t know why you don’t text her more,” Brendon says.

Yves stares at him, disbelieving.

“We dod’t exactly have a lot to talk about,” he says.

“Really? She told me she wanted to stay friends.”

Yves knows this, of course. It had been his idea to not stay friends after the breakup. He missed her, then, of course, but it was the best decision out of several unfavorable options.

“I ndeeded space,” Yves says, muffling a cough into his sleeve. “I’m sure you cad guess why.”

Erika reemerges from the kitchen, though she doesn’t take a seat just yet. “What are we talking about?”

“Whether Yves is open to being friends with you,” Vincent says.

Yves’s problem is this: if she announced, now, to everyone, that she was breaking up with Brendon and getting back together with Yves, there’s a part of him that would seriously consider being with her again. There’s a part of him that misses her, even still. There’s a part of him that would stop at nothing to have a semblance of that same closeness, that familiarity, that trust.

But there’s a part of him, too, that knows better.

“Oh. That’s a good segue, actually. I’ve been meaning to tell you,” Erika says, lowering her voice and leaning forward. This can’t possibly turn out well, Yves thinks. “Do you remember that night with Brendon?”

“Of course.” As if he could forget, even if he wanted to.

“I had already been meaning to break up with you for awhile,” Erika says. “I was just waiting for the right time.”

Yves nods. She’d said that back then, too.

“But then I got drunk,” she says, “and I made decisions I shouldn’t have made, even before I broke things off officially.” She meets his eyes, now, with a frown. She’s always been beautiful, but something about the lighting tonight makes her look so beautiful it feels cruel. “What I’m getting at is that I didn’t mean to lie to you. I always meant to end things properly.”

Yves stares at her.

He really, really doesn’t want to deal with this right now.

“I’b sorry,” he says, with an apologetic smile. He gets to his feet, pushes in his chair. “If you could hold that thought. I really have to go blow my ndose.”

Then he just about bolts—he leaves the dining table and heads out into the hallway, leaving the three of them still there. He’s been to Margot’s apartment before, so luckily, he knows that the bathroom is just off to the right. Thankfully, it happens to be unoccupied. He slips in and shuts the door, turns the lock, turns on the light.

[Part 3]

#snz fic #sneeze fic #snz kink #sneeze kink #snz #this is one of the longer things i've posted (admittedly not super long for writers more prolific than myself #but this still took me like 4 days to write 😭)#i hope i am not disappointing anyone w the trajectory of this story 🙏#my fic #yvverse

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mmvalentine · 2 years

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Lover Like Me pt 10 | Feysand

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Work on Monday drags.

Rhys gets up a couple of hours before me, silences his alarm quickly and then presses warm kisses to the back of my neck and the crook of my shoulder before he gets out of bed. I turn my face, and he kisses my lips, but whispers “keep sleeping.” I don’t need to be told twice.

When I wake at eight, Rhys is long gone. My clothes are folded in a pile at the corner of the bed, with a post-it that says, There’s pikelets in the fridge x

I shake my head and smile. My kitchen is literally next door, I’m hardly at the mercy of his hospitality. Plus, I don’t usually like sugar for breakfast.

I pull my clothes on and shuffle into my own apartment. As I cook my eggs, I think that it’s strange how my morning routine just picks up like usual. Strange that only my cold and unrumpled bed knows I wasn’t here last night. Strange that everything, and nothing has changed.

I take a shower and despite the steam, I’m shivering under the water as a I remember everywhere Rhys touched me last night. My fingers probe my throat for bruises, both wary of how it might look at work but also looking for proof that he was there. I find nothing, and am embarrassed that I’m a little disappointed.

Work is slow, there aren’t many customers and I’m checking my phone incessantly. I know that he doesn’t have the down time that I do in a work day, and so I try not to feel insecure. I’ve tucked his post-it into the back of my phone case because I’m a giant sap, and look at that occasionally instead. Around lunch time, he texts me.

Rhys: Hey you

My phone buzzes in my pocket and when his name comes up on the screen my heart hits the roof of my mouth.

Feyre: Hey :)

Rhys: How’s your day going, beautiful?

I bite my lip and blush at the flashback. You’re beautiful. That’s all.

Feyre: It’s good, it’s slow.

Feyre: How’s yours?

I watch the bouncing grey dots like a kid with a crush.

Rhys: Same old.

Rhys: Come round after work?

I grin. By now, his apartment is basically a second home to me, but this time there’s a thrill of anticipation in my veins. This time, 'come round’ means ‘come put your mouth on mine,’ and if Rhys wasn’t also working I would be tempted to just up and leave this minute.

Feyre: Definitely.

Rhys: Good girl.

I swear I get wet right there at the cash register.

Somehow the second half of the day passes even more slowly than the first, but finally I get to hang up my apron. I get on the bus and the whole way home I’ve got a knee jiggle going. I try to plug into my usual podcast but I realise quickly that I’m not hearing a single word. I look at the time, I know that Rhys has finished too but he drives in with the others and so he’ll beat me home.

Half way there, we get stuck. There’s an accident on the road and the bus has to wait for it to clear before it proceeds.

Of all the fucking days.

I keep glancing at my phone but every time I do it’s only a minute that has passed. After five minutes, I google how long it would take if I just got off the bus and walked home. Forty minutes. Probably worth staying on the bus then.

Twenty minutes after that, I’m not so sure.

I’m just considering whether to call Rhys and have him collect me- but no, I can’t ask that of him, he’s probably tired after work and it’s still plenty early, it’s not like I’m stranded or in trouble- when we’re given the all clear and the bus starts moving. There’s a little cheer from the passengers. I just sigh and try not to check my phone the rest of the way home.

As I walk into Velaris, I do think about going straight to Rhys’s door. But I make myself go home and have a shower and change my clothes. I barely manage to shove my keys into my pocket before I’m standing on his doorstep, I’m knocking, and it’s opening and there he is.

However beautiful I thought Rhys was before, it’s got nothing on how he looks in this doorway.

Not now that I’ve spent the night in his bed, now that I know the shape of his skin, now that the taste of him is on the tip of my tongue when I see him.

“Hi,” I say, and if it comes out dumb then Rhys doesn’t seem to notice.

“Get. Over here.”

I take one step forward and then Rhys is pulling me the rest of the way in, fist in the front of my sweater and hand around the back of my neck. He kisses me like it’s been a week instead of a day, and I am trying to stop smiling so that I can kiss him back properly. The door thuds shut behind me and Rhys walks backwards, falling into the couch and taking me with him. I sprawl over him and giggle, and he scoops me more completely into his lap, and the whole time he’s kissing and kissing my lips and I’ve never felt this before.

I finally stop laughing when Rhys lets out a frustrated growl and nips my lip hard. I gasp at the sudden pain but as soon as my mouth isn’t stretched into a grin, Rhys gets his tongue between my lips and oh, yes now he has my attention.

“What took you so long?” Rhys mumbles.

“Accident on the road…” My words are eaten up and I don’t explain any further.

I clasp my fingers behind his neck, and when his hands slide up my back, under my sweater, I arch toward him like he’s the sun.

“You want to go to bed?” Rhys asks, and it’s so low and rough that all I can do is nod. I lean in and press a sucking kiss against his neck, and the groan this produces makes me preen. I do it again, and Rhys slide a hand beneath my hair and holds my head to his throat as I move down to his adam’s apple.

“Fuck, let’s go to bed.”

I am inclined to agree, but at that moment there’s a knock on the door.

“Nope,” Rhys calls toward it. “Not tonight.”

But the door barges open, and I quickly slide out of his lap onto the couch next to him.

“Oh good,” Cassian says. “Feyre’s already here.”

Cassian is followed by both Mor and Azriel. Mor is wearing pyjama pants and Azriel is carrying a stack of pizza boxes.

“Guys come on, are there no boundaries at all?”

“It’s Monday,” Mor states. “It’s movie night.”

She sits down on the couch next to me in her usual position, and I shuffle over to give her a little more space. Rhys just sighs, then reaches over and hauls me back into his lap. I blush, and lean in to whisper in his ear.

“Are they supposed to know?” I ask him. “About us? Are we telling?”

“We already know,” Mor says. I whip my head around, and she just shrugs. “Ask Azriel.”

“We knew before you did,” Azriel comments. He doesn’t look over at us, he’s busy fiddling with Rhys’s laptop and getting it to connect to the TV.

“You guys didn’t know?” Cassian asks, looking genuinely puzzled.

“Rhys is right, we need better boundaries,” I mutter.

“We can still kick them out, you know,” he says. I sigh.

“I mean it is Monday. To be fair to them.”

“Pick a short movie,” Rhys says to the others.

“We’re not picking based on run time,” Cassian says. “How about you show some respect for the sanctity of movie night?”

“How about you get out of my house and watch your own TV?” Rhys snaps back.

“You know that’s not how it’s done,” Cassian replies simply.

In the end, they settle on the live action Cinderella. Azriel flicks off the lights and Mor puts a bag of popcorn in the microwave, and I settle against Rhys.

The truth is I have so loved being a part of movie night Mondays. It’s the thing that makes me feel like I belong here, and although of course I want alone time with Rhys, I can wait a couple of hours to preserve the ritual.

Rhys has other ideas.

Bluebirds fly over the screen, and in the dark room Rhys’s hands slip beneath my sweater again. I sigh contentedly, loving the warmth of him on my skin. He presses his mouth to the top of my shoulder, and I lean into him. I think he’s just going to hug me then, but his hands don’t stop moving. They stroke over my stomach, slow and heavy. His thumbs rub circles in the small of my back, his fingertips dip just under my waistband to skim across my hips. I’m soothed, I’m excited, I don’t know what to feel. After a few minutes, he leans forward and kisses the nape of my neck. Brushes his lips there, at first, then licks the spot before biting softly against my skin. I shiver in his lap, and he just squeezes my waist.

I don’t think I can handle this, not while there are people around, so I shift in his lap and tip my head against his shoulder. Move my neck out of reach. This does not phase Rhys, he only tugs his teeth against my ear instead. Traces the tip of his nose against my temple, then sucks my earlobe into his mouth. Runs his tongue along the inside edge of my ear and why does that feel good?

Meanwhile his nails are scratching up and down the outside of my thighs, hip to knee and back through my tights.

I turn my head in the dark room, knocking my nose against his. Rhys catches my lips and kisses me under the cover of a swell of music, and even though we barely move, I can feel my heart thud against my ribcage.

At that moment a cushion smacks us in the face.

“Oi, we said we know, not we want to watch,” Cassian says.

“And I said use your own TV,” Rhys replies mildly, and puts his mouth on my throat.

I laugh but pull back, shy now that we’ve been caught out. I try to slide out of Rhys’s lap but he doesn’t let me. Just hugs me back to him like a kid with a squirmy cat. Doesn’t try to kiss me anymore though, so I let it slide.

Ten minutes later, his hands are moving again.

Rhys’s arms are folded around my waist and one of his hands slips back beneath my sweater, stroking at the side of my ribs. He doesn’t do anything else, there’s no breath on my neck there’s just his fingers moving, steadily beneath my clothes.

I try to ignore this for a while, but the longer it goes on the more I feel it. It’s so harmless at first, but my skin loves his touch. I start leaning into it, and then it’s not enough. I want him to keep touching me, but I can’t do anything about it while we’re in a room full of people. Rhys’s movements move a little lower, he skims my waistband and suddenly I’m struggling.

“Tell them you’re tired,” Rhys murmurs in my ear. “Tell them you need to go to bed.”

I shake my head, feeling that there is nothing subtle at all about that statement and not being prepared to announce it to the group.

Then Rhys’s fingers move lower, and trace the centre seam of my tights.

I startle in his lap, and three pairs of eyes look to us.

“I… Rhys is terrorizing me,” I say. Rhys’s eyebrows go up. His hands sit innocently still at my waist. “I’m…” I give up, and mutter, “I’ll let you guys watch the movie in peace.”

I stand, and Rhys is a second behind me. I head for the door but Rhys puts his hand on my shoulders and steers me to his bedroom instead.

“Good night,” Mor calls, and she’s already turned back to the movie.

“Gross,” Cassian adds, but he too has his attention on the screen.

“See you tomorrow,” Azriel says, and his mouth is full of pizza.

And I marvel that it’s just not a big deal to them, this is normal, just like that.

Rhys shuts the door behind him, and it’s dark. I turn to say something to him, but he’s got his mouth on mine and I’m being backed into the bed. I can still hear the movie on the other side of the door, and I’m conscious of how close our friends are even as we’re pulling clothes off each other.

We slide between the sheets and there’s nothing like kissing Rhys while we’re naked. His skin is satin and heat, and I’m trying to press into him at every point of contact. Rhys’s hands never stop moving, they’re on my jaw then on my breasts then smoothing down my back then squeezing at my backside. When his fingers slip between my legs I have to bite down on a moan.

Rhys tugs my lip from my teeth.

“I like hearing you,” he says, before kissing from my chin to the hollow of my throat.

“Not with the others outside,” I whisper, but as I say it he pushes a finger inside me and I have to hide my face in his neck as I try to keep it together.

"But you're so sexy when you feel good." Rhys mutters it into my neck, moves his mouth on my throat. I give a brittle laugh.

"Tamlin used to get so embarrassed..."

There's a growl from Rhys, and at first I feel a flush of guilt for bringing him up. Again.

But that's not the issue.

"Then he's an idiot," he tells me. "All I want to do is make you scream."

He's moving his fingers inside me, as if to make a point, and my teeth clamp down hard on lip. "I can't," I gasp.

"Well," he mumbles. I can feel myself soaking his hand now, and my hips grind foward against his palm. "If you're feeling shy..." Rhys rolls me over and then draws me back in, so that my back is to his chest. "I can keep you quiet."

His hand slides between my legs again, and his teeth play against the back of my shoulder. But now his free hand comes up to cover my mouth, long fingers clamping over my cheeks and jaw. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers.

“Shhh.”

And then the head of his cock is pressing at my entrance, while his fingers move deftly over my clit and I’m glad of his hand on my mouth because I whimper into his palm.

“Good, darling?”

I can’t answer, of course, so I just nod and press my hips back, trying to move further onto him. After waiting all day for this, I don’t just want his fingers. He chuckles low under my hear. “Greedy little thing.” But he gives me what I want, pushes an inch inside of me and I'm falling apart. My hands clutch at his forearm in front of me, but I don’t pull his hand back from my face. He gives me another inch and it’s not nearly enough. I reach back for him, finding his hip and trying to tug it closer even though I’m straining with what I already have. Rhys pulls back and then thrusts hard into me, all at once, and I cry out. His fingers tighten across the lower half of my face, and I’m breathing hard through my nose.

“Fuck you’re good,” Rhys groans. “You’re so good, so good…”

He gives me time to adjust, or maybe he’s adjusting because when he drags a breath in it shudders.

“You want more?” he murmurs. I nod my head eagerly, and I can feel the smile behind my neck. “Of course you do,” he says, and he’s drawing out and pushing in and I’m home.

I don’t know how I used to go about my day, but all day today I’ve been on edge and willing the hours by and now, here, I’m finally breathing slow and deep and with every stroke I’m back in my body. I want Rhys’s arms tighter, I want him to bind me back into myself. I can’t speak but I meet his hips every time and I clutch his arms to myself where I can reach them. Rhys seems to understand, puts one of his legs through mine and draws them back toward him, keeps my head against his shoulder using the hand over my mouth, and hits that spot inside my harder and harder with every pass. I can’t stop the moans but they are muffled by his fingers. Rhys is doing better than I am, but with his mouth at my ear I still hear the catches in his breath as he speeds up.

“Have you been thinking of this, too?” he whispers. “Had difficulty concentrating at work? Rather spend your time getting fucked?”

I arch my back to get him deeper, and hope that answer will suffice.

“Have you been holding onto this all day?” His voice drops into that growl that I have no defences for whatsoever. “Need to give it to me?”

I would nod, but he’s holding my head so tightly now that I can’t move. I just whine against his callouses. And all the while those fingers circle between my thighs.

“Then give it to me.” That voice… it vibrates deep in my spine and I shiver in his arms. “Give it all to me, come for me.”

And it’s not difficult, I start to fall apart but Rhys keeps me in place as he fucks through my climax, not letting the rhythm drop, and I’m wrung out and wrung out on his cock.

“Good girl,” he breathes, and that kicks off an aftershock. “Good girl, good-” he cuts off, and the feeling of him coming has me spasming all over again. He’s silent as he shudders into me, and his fingers twitch on my jaw.

And I love it. His orgasm feels as good to me as mine, and by the time we’re panting softly into the dark, by the time he’s lowered his hand from my mouth and is stroking my flank instead, by the time his forehead is leaning against the back of my neck and the music from the movie is drifting back in under the door, I’m heavy and content and well on my way to sleep.

xxx

The rest of the week passes like this.

I will away the hours at work and then arrive breathless at Rhys’s doorstep. We occasionally tolerate the presence of our friends but spend most of our time wrapped up in each other, and the only times I spend in my own apartment are the few hours between when I wake up alone in Rhys’s bed and when I have to get on the bus.

By Friday, Rhys has a key for me.

“A key to your apartment?” We’re in his kitchen, I’m leaning against the kitchen counter while he makes tea.

“Sure, everyone else has one, why not?”

I laugh. “We’ve barely been dating a week.”

Rhys turns around and puts his forearms down on the table opposite me. “Is that what we’re doing?” His voice is dark and velvet.

“Oh, I, um… I guess we haven’t... ”

Rhys leans forward and kisses me until the kettle whistles.

“I can deal with that,” he says. He steps away to take the kettle off the stove.

“So… you’re my boyfriend?”

“Use whatever label you want.” He turns back to me, and reaches out in a motion that tucks my hair back and then trails to my chin. Pulls me forward. “As long as it means you’re mine.” His lips ghost over mine. “Okay by you?”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I like ‘boyfriend,’” I tell him, and then he puts his mouth on mine and that’s the discussion done.

And it feels fast but it feels good, and if there is a part of me that is wary of the haste, no one else seems to think it odd. In fact our friends have almost no reaction to us being together, and so although I am self-conscious at first about how casual Rhys is with his affection, the touches of his hand on my hip and his lips on my hair become as natural as sitting on his couch and eating pizza. So I make a copy of my key for him too, and it doesn't feel like we're neighbours, it feels like we live in one big giant house where everyone has their own room but are never far.

When Rhys’s court date comes up a couple of weeks later, it’s something I had forgotten about entirely, and so I am not prepared when Tamlin’s name appears printed on the summons on the table in his apartment.

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Holy shit I was going to wait until i hit chapter 12 and say something about how it's my longest fic (The Bargain is 11 chapters) but i realised that it has twice the word count of that whole thing.

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Restless pt.2

Calliope and Juliette had slept more than half the day away and they would’ve slept longer if it weren’t for their mothers. Juliette’s mom was clueless as to what was happening when Talia knocked on her door asking where calliope was. Margot and Sebastian had got in late last night and went straight to bed and Sebastian left early for work this morning while Margot was home checking emails and taking important phone calls, neither of them thought to check on Juliette. Talia didn’t realize calliope was gone till around lunchtime, she hadn’t seen her all day and she would have usually been training or out on a run by now. Talia checked calliope’s room to see it empty, she checked the whole house before tracking calliope’s phone to the Fairmont’s estate.

Talia knew how bad off calliope had been these past few weeks. At this point all Talia wanted was to see her kids happy, she wasn’t here to yell at calliope and drag her home she just wanted to see that calliope was alive and bring her some clothes. It’s been a rough few weeks in their house, Talia wasn’t even sleeping in the same room as her husband and their children were coping with loosing their brother by hunting and working out nonstop, neither of her children were doing well and she hated seeing her babies this way.

“Talia I have no clue where calliope is, if she was here I would know” Margot says, Talia sighs tiredly before she responds “I tracked her phone here, Margot I’m not here for any problems I just want to check on my daughter” Margot could tell Talia genuinely just wanted to check on her daughter, she took a second to listen for Juliette and she heard two blended soft snores and sighed “Talia I genuinely had no clue she was here until five seconds ago, I’ll take you to her, but for the safety of me and my daughter you know I need to check that bag first.” Margot said as she pointed to the backpack in Talia’s hand, “I understand” Talia said handing over the bag. Margot checked it and only found clothes, a bonnet, and a pouch with a toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant, Margot looked up with a questioning look on her face after checking the bag. “Listen I just want my kids happy and if Juliette is what calliope needs then so be it, I’m gonna let her stay one night, I’ll be back in the morning to pick her up”

Margot and Talia walked in Juliette’s room and saw their daughters sound asleep, Calliope nuzzled into Juliette’s neck while Juliette’s head rested on hers. Juliette was stirred awake by the sounds of shuffling, and opened her eyes to see both of their mothers standing in the doorway. “Cal” Juliette called softly but calliope didn’t move, “Calliope, baby wake up” Jules tried again but Calliope whimpered and dug her face further into Juliette’s neck, mumbling something incoherent in her sleep while the hand she had tangled in Juliette’s shirt tightened.

Talia walked over to the side of the bed where calliope was, she sat the backpack down, grabbed the bonnet and slid it on Calliope’s head. “Calliope look at me” Talia said to her daughter, Calliope recognized her voice and quickly turned her head with wide, shocked eyes , “mom please I-“ Talia cut her off “I’ll be back in the morning to pick you up and I’ll deal with your father if he asks questions ok” Calliope nodded slowly, highly confused and still half asleep “I love you” Talia said kissing Calliope’s forehead “I love you too mom” calliope said sitting up to hug her mom. They hugged for a few seconds before Talia took a deep breath and got up to leave the room. Margot and Juliette just watched in silence. Once Talia left the room Margot closed the door and showed Talia out.

When their mothers left calliope turned to Juliette she was feeling a bit better and figured they might as well deal with the hard stuff now, she needed Juliette to know she loved her. “Jules I know I hurt you that night and all those things I said were out of anger, I know you’re not a monster, and I’m so sorry I-“ Juliette cut Calliope off “but I am a monster” Calliope opened her mouth to speak but Juliette stopped her “No I am, I killed a man Calliope and I didn’t feel bad after, I was so hurt, and not because of you but because I know what I did was wrong, I thought draining someone would take the pain away, but I just felt worse after” Juliette had tears building up in her eyes, she took a deep breath and continued “I really didn’t mean to turn your brother but I still did and I’m sorry, I know I’m a monster but I love you Calliope so much” They were both hard down crying “Jules I don’t care who you killed, I know you didn’t mean to turn my brother and I know he’s still the same person he used to be, I can’t live without you Juliette, I love you too, monster or not”

“you love me? What about your family?” Juliette asked through her tears, Calliope grabbed her face wiping away her tears “I love you Juliette, I’ll die before I go another day without you in my life, I could care less about how my family feels. I want you, I need you Juliette” Juliette pulled Calliope in her lap, so calliope was straddling her and kissed her deeply. They both missed the feeling of being so close to one another, of kissing each other. They both felt their connection grow stronger the second their lips touched. They kissed until Calliope needed air, when Calliope pulled away they rested their foreheads together, “you feel it?” Cal asked, still breathing heavy catching her breath, Jules opens her eyes, looking into Cal’s big, brown ones, “I feel it” she responded smiling, not even having to ask what she was talking about.

Calliope pushed Juliette down softly into the pillows, pulled the covers on top of them, and made her self comfortable right on top of Juliette, she wanted to be as close as she possibly could to her love, she guided Juliette’s hands under the back of her shirt, silently asking Jules to rub her back. Juliette knew what Calliope wanted and obliged happily. “I love you” Cal mumbled, Juliette’s touch put her to sleep almost instantly, “I love you too” Juliette said and with that Calliope sighed happily into her neck and let herself fall asleep in Juliette’s arms.

#calliope x juliette #calliope burns #calliope #juliette fairmont #first kill netflix #netflix first kill #first kill #save first kill #fanfic

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Day One Hundred Sixty-Five

I really like the project my World students are doing because they’re learning a lot about the war in Ukraine, and they’re enjoying it, but the timing’s a little tricky. I gave them two blocks- Friday and today- to do their research and create their presentations, but, really, it only took most groups about a block and a half. So, that meant class also included chess matches, random Tiktoks, a debate about whether or not Taylor Swift should be canceled because her boyfriend is trash, etc, etc... But it’s all good! Students will present their work tomorrow, and I think it’s going to go very well. It’ll be a good way to close out this part of the unit.

I do want to highlight the success I’ve been having with a handful of boys in my Block 2 class. They’re not big fans of social studies, and they were really slow to warm up to me and trust me because they haven’t always had good experiences in school. But lately they’ve all been smiling in class, they tell me about the work they’re doing in other classes, they show me pictures of their dogs, they wish me a good day when they leave, that kind of thing. And they absolutely crushed this project; I saw their work today because they finished early. I’m so proud of them.

APGOV attendance was back up what it should be, hooray! We have guests coming in tomorrow and Wednesday- state reps- so today’s assignment was to do a bit of research about them and generate questions to ask. That too up the whole block, so I just helped point students in the right direction as needed.

We had a short practice because the girls’ lacrosse team was having their senior game in the stadium at 4:00, which The Athletic Director forgot to mention until today. Whoops. It was fine for me, though; the sprinters did 40m repeats off the blocks, did some wicket drills, and that was that. I did have a chat with The Head Coach afterwards about an athlete who runs the 400m and 800m. She wants to run the 400m at States, but Coach T has her training with the distance runners still, so he should step in. I don’t know if he will or not. We’ll see!

Tomorrow, we’re taking a big group picture with our trophies since we didn’t get to take one on Saturday, and then- track team tradition- it’s time for the obstacle course!

#teaching #teacher #teachblr #edublr #education #educhums #high school #social studies #coaching #track #cue the music of triumph #the athletiic director #taylor swift #obstacle course #Coach T #the head coach #day one hundred sixty five #post season

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Magic: the Gathering

Part 3 of Sokeefitz: the Gathering. Part 1 here. Part 2 here.

Written for day 2 of Sokeefitz Week: family, hosted by the aemazing @xanadaus and @gay-otlc

Also a big thank you to @uni-seahorse-572 for listening to my rambling about this fic

Word count: 3.9k

Tw: swearing, food

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“I’m bored,” Keefe signs, sighing heavily.

“What, is Tammy Boy refusing to talk to you again? What is this, the second time this week?”

“No! Well, yes--but no! I don’t want to argue about Tam’s stupid bangs.”

Fitz rolls his eyes, going back to his book. Keefe doesn’t know what he’s reading this time but it could be a history textbook for all it cares.

Foster, the beautiful angel he is, asks, “Do you know how to shuffle a deck of cards?”

Keefe shakes its head, bouncing up and down on the couch.

“Hang on. Give me one second.” Foster pulls a side table in front of it and starts rummaging through drawers in an attempt to find some cards.

It takes several drawers and many seconds before Foster announces, “Yeah, I guess this’ll work,” and drags a chair over to sit across from Keefe.

Keefe takes the deck of cards--which has “Magic: the Gathering” written on the back and five small differently-colored dots on a brown background. There’s more details, but Keefe finds a card that’s backwards before it can fully process it.

But, when it flips the card over, it also has a picture on it. “Ooh, who’s this?” it asks Foster.

“Keefe, did you ever learn how to read?” he answers.

It looks at the card to find “Jace, Vryn’s Prodigy” at the top.

“Exile, Jace is kinda hot.”

“I know, right? I’m glad I don’t have a Jace, Cunning Castaway because that’s more than enough motivation to make you or anyone else for that matter become a pirate.”

Keefe doesn’t hear half of what he says, as it’s destroying the deck Foster set in front of himself, trying to find another one.

And he does, but this one only has one side, is shiny, has a red background and is named “Chandra, Bold Pyromancer.” It holds it in front of Foster’s face, who understands immediately.

“Now you understand why I’ve been trying to teach you how to play.”

Keefe nods.

“Hey, Fitz. Do you want to learn how to play too?” Foster asks.

“I’m good.”

“Show him Jace,” Keefe suggests.

Foster stands up and places it in the place between the pages where a bookmark would rest. “You sure?”

“This’d make a good bookmark.”

Foster snatches it away from him, clearly overprotective of Jace. As he should be.

Fitz smiles, making butterflies flutter in Keefe’s stomach with that movie star grin.

“Do you want me to play?” he asks, looking up from his book for the first time in the last millennia.

“Well, Keefie will be angry if I win so I’d like to try to avoid that. At all costs. Because then it’ll never play any games with me ever again.”

“Fine. Teach it how to shuffle while I finish my chapter. I’ll join you when I’m done.”

I’m willing to bet his whole book is one giant chapter. Just a feeling.

“Alright,” Foster allows, coming to sit in front of Keefe once again. “This isn’t actually that hard. Step one is the most difficult. Split the deck in half, approximately. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

Keefe is fully tempted to count out half just to piss Foster off, but figures it’s a bit too early in this conversation for that specific brand of its bullshit.

“Then you’re gonna hold each half in your hands like this,” Foster holds the cards with a thumb on the short end, his index finger curled up on the back of it, and the rest of his fingers on the other short end.

It takes a second of finagling to get its hands into position, and Keefe figures out why Foster wanted to teach it. If it’s holding things, it can’t sign.

“The first few attempts will be yucky, but you’ll figure it out after like a dozen tries. Now it’s just a matter of building up your index finger’s first knuckle because I legit have, like, little calluses from when Amy and I used to play.”

Keefe does as he instructs before asking, “You and Natalie used to play?”

“Not with these decks, but yeah. All the time. You didn’t know this?”

“No.” Keefe tries again to shuffle, more gracefully than the first but by no means elegant, “I am an expert now.”

“Yes, indeed you are,” Foster replies.

That’s when Fitz miraculously joins them, sitting on the couch next to Keefe because the chairs are not good for his knee. That or he wants to see what cards Keefe has. Not as though it would help all that much when he doesn’t know what the cards would do.

Lots of words on these fuckers.

“Okay, what the Exile are we doing?” Fitz asks, head resting on Keefe’s shoulder.

Foster thinks for a second before deciding, “Let’s start by picking colors based on their basic philosophies. You get two colors to make a standard sixty card deck, and I have enough of these so you don’t have to fight if you both want the same one although I’ve met both of you so it seems unlikely. And please don’t pick the same colors as the other one just because you feel like being an ass.”

“I want all the colors. I want gay,” Keefe signs.

“You get two. If you’re on your good behavior, maybe you’ll get to move up to a tricolor deck. Maybe. So let’s get started. There is an official order of the colors, so I’m going to start with white’s philosophy. White represents order, peace, and I’ve made you play DnD--which was also made by Wizards of the Coast, by the way--they’re just a bunch of lawful goods.”

Keefe fake gags, knowing Fitz is just such a lawful good. When he wants to be. And Alvar is six feet under.

“They’ve got some mean cards in there, including a whole lot of flyers,” Foster continues. “Then blue, despite you thinking it’ll be a watery color, really isn’t. There are certainly some decks themed around that, but I only have one commander that uses it that way. The others are either artifact or pain in the fucking ass by using instants and sorceries and flying creatures to just shut the other player completely down decks.”

“Alright, that’s slightly less boring.” Keefe notices Fitz is blushing harder than usual. “Oh, my stars, Fitz. Are you gay for the blue deck?”

“I’m not saying it’s Jace’s fault…but it’s Jace’s fault.” He picks up the card lying on the table. “Wait. He’s a telepath?”

“Yeah,” Foster replies condescendingly.

“Stars fucking exile.”

“I didn’t make the card. Apparently you running around the Lost Cities looking for me inspired Wizards of the Coast to make a card based on this kid who kept popping up in the news everywhere.”

I mean, they do look kinda similar. Fitz is definitely more tan, but there is a resemblance, especially when you consider that the little picture can’t show all the small details.

“That…doesn’t sound right. But okay.” Fitz nods.

“Moving on,” Foster continues, “Black is like zombies and vampires and using your own health to make yourself stronger. Blue/black is definitely fun, but mono black…eh. I’m not a fan, personally. Red. Red is fun. It’s fast and it’s one of the easier colors to play. It also has a lot of chaeos and fire and all that fun shit. Direct damage and dragons.”

“Fun shit indeed,” agrees Keefe.

“Then, finally, we have green, which is just a little slower than red but about as easy to play. It features gigantic creatures and trample which allows any overflowing damage to go to the player you’re attacking. So. How are we feeling?”

Foster grabs Keefe’s freshly shuffled deck and starts separating it into its blue and green parts.

Fitz answers, “Definitely blue and maybe white.”

Keefe is tempted to pick blue/white but those don’t sound fun. “I’m still mad I can’t make it gay but I guess I want Chandra and the Aggressive Mammoth I saw while shuffling so that’s…red and green, right?”

“Yep. And that’s exactly what I predicted you two would take. Now. How to play. There are five main card types--land, instant, sorcery, enchantment, and creature, and we will be ignoring artifacts and planeswalkers for the purpose of this lesson, I’m sorry, but Jace will be able to stare into your soul from here.”

Foster takes both Jace and Chandra away, and Keefe is kind of tempted to wrestle them out of his hand.

It holds itself back though. Save that for after the game.

Foster explains, “Lands create mana to allow you to cast the other card types. The cost is displayed in the top corner that isn’t the name of the card because I know you struggle with left and right so we’re gonna phrase it that way. And like this one,” he reveals a Shivan Dragon, “is four of any color plus two red so you need six total. You really don’t have to count beyond seven in this game.”

“Fuck. I don’t know if I can do that,” Keefe signs.

“I can help you out with any conversions of mana cost or strategies or special abilities like this one,” he shows a Volcanic Dragon, “has haste. Which may or may not be defined on the card because I’m not looking at it but it basically means it can attack on the turn it’s cast. Everybody else has summoning sickness on their first turn.”

Keefe signs, “I’m superior!”

But Foster has to burst its bubble. “Lots of creatures have different abilities like this so don’t let yourself get too confident yet. I realize as I’m saying this that it’s extraordinarily futile. And, uh, an important ability both of you will probably have come up is flying. Flying creatures can only be blocked by other creatures with flying or reach. I don’t think there’s anything with reach in here, if either of you do, it’s probably you, Keefe, but I don’t know anymore.”

“Okay,” Fitz nods.

“One more important aspect of this is how to actually win. The goal is to be the last one alive. You start with 20 health and between direct damage like shock or creatures like the canopy spider, that’s gonna get whittled down pretty quickly. So to know how much damage a creature does or can take, you look in the bottom corner like with this guy,” Foster shows us the canopy spider still in his hand, “is a 1/3. That means when he attacks, he deals 1 damage but he takes 3 in a single turn to kill.”

“Pretty accurate to real spiders, then,” Fitz remarks.

“And then there’s a giant spider who’s a 2/4 and a mammoth spider who’s a 3/5 so I’d say yeah. They aren’t in this deck, but I’ve played with both before. Fitz, I know you’d love to read the entire rules manual before we start but I think this is a good enough intro for us to start if you don’t have any questions.”

“I feel like I don’t know enough to even know what questions to ask.”

“Yeah, that’ll work. You’ll figure it out. Do either of you want to go fir--” he notices Keefe’s hand already raised excitedly. “Why do I even ask anymore?”

He gives it its preshuffled deck, although it does one more shuffle just in case. It doesn’t trust anyone, least not Foster, enough to think they haven’t rigged the deck.

“Draw seven cards. If you like them, keep them. If not, you can reshuffle and draw seven new cards. We aren’t playing yahtzee so don’t even start trying to argue those rules. Technically you’re supposed to reduce it by one if you take a mulligan, but house rules say otherwise.”

While he explains, Foster shuffles Fitz’s deck, then gives it to him. “Same thing, my dude. The general guidelines are if you have between 2 and 5 lands and the color of the lands matches the color of the spells you have, you should be good. Also you want some cheap cards in there. And the vibes to be right. If you want me to check, I do have eyeballs.”

“Nah, I’m going to be reckless,” Keefe says, pulling away from Fitz’s prying eyes.

In its hand, it has a Vorstclaw, just a little guy at 7/7; a 2/2 Goblin Smuggler with haste and can prevent little guys with power 2 or less from being blocked; a forest and a mountain; an Overcome which gives creatures +2/+2 until end of turn and trample, a 3/2 boring Fearless Halberdier; and that ever-glorious 8/8 Aggressive Mammoth which gives everybody trample.

“Oh, I forgot!” Foster interrupts. “Just one quick note: you can only put down one land each turn unless a card specifically says otherwise. Like, uh, Aesi, Tyrant of Dire Straits.”

“I don’t have one of those,” Keefe signs.

“I know. They’re a blue/green living in a commander deck. But they’re the first one I thought of, okay?”

“...fine.” Keefe puts down a single forest after much debate and then can’t do anything else. So it’s Fitz’s turn.

“Is this a good starting hand or not so much?” Fitz asks, sliding it over to him on the table.

“It’s a little dangerous, but you’ll probably be able to make it work. It’s up to you. And make sure you draw a card at the beginning of your turn.”

Keefe tries to take a card, but nearly gets its hand slapped away. “You went first. You don’t get a card on your first turn.”

Keefe pouts.

Fitz simply puts down an island before being rendered incapable of doing anything, giving the turn back to Keefe.

Keefe draws a card, this time without the threat of bodily harm, and gets another boring Fearless Halberdier for its troubles. It puts down a mountain--so exciting--and then it’s Fitz’s turn once again.

He draws a card, puts down an island, and then it’s Keefe’s turn once more. This game is so captivating. Just gonna keep trading lands to put down.

Except it’s out of lands.

It draws its card, a boring 2/2 goblin assailant that it can manage to pay for so puts cer down in front of itself, asking Foster, “I can’t attack with cer yet, right?”

“Does ce have haste?”

“No…that’s lame.” It declares it Fitz’s turn, having nothing else it can do.

Fitz draws his card and whispers, “Psst, Sophie. Do I want to use this?” He carefully slides over a card so Keefe can’t see what it is.

“You could but I wouldn’t. It’s playing green. Wait for it to pull out something a little bigger,” Foster answers.

“And risk taking damage this next turn?”

“Yeah. You’ve got 20 of them. Don’t worry about it.”

“...okay. I’m trusting you. Don’t make me regret this.” Fitz decides, declaring it Keefe’s turn.

It draws its card, getting a mountain to place on the battlefield immediately, and casts a Fearless Halberdier. “Attack with Goblin Assailant, 2/2.”

“Fitz, you can’t block, I mean technically you could interfere with that card you just showed me as long as it’s an instant, but I wouldn’t recommend it. So you’re down to 18,” Sophie says, reaching across the table and turning Keefe’s Goblin Assailant ninety degrees.

Fitz glares at Keefe.

“I know. And it’s your turn.”

Fitz draws a card, looks at it, places it, a plains, on the battlefield, then uses that plains and also the two other islands he has to cast a phantom warrior, a little guy who’s a 2/2 and can’t be blocked. Ze’s a little fucking bitch.

When given back the turn, Keefe draws its card, fixes its Goblin Assailant, and does the same as Fitz except it’s a mountain and it’s casting a Goblin Smuggler, the little guy that’s the 2/2 with haste.

“Attack with all three of my dudes. Goblin Assailant, 2/2, Fearless Halberdier, 3/2, and our new one here, Goblin Smuggler, is a 2/2.” It turns each one as it reads the cards off.

“Rude,” Fitz mutters.

“Fitz, If I were you, I’d block the Halberdier with your Phantom Warrior.” Foster says.

“I can do that?” Fitz asks at the same time Keefe asks, “He can do that?”

“Yep. Both will die in the process though.”

Fitz does as Foster suggests, and this is an act of war.

Fitz still takes 4 damage from the other creatures, bringing his total down to 14. Then it’s his turn once again.

He draws and casts a cloudkin seer, a little 2/1 guy with flying that lets him draw a card.

All Keefe knows is that it probably isn’t a land because he doesn’t put it directly onto the battlefield. And then it’s Keefe’s turn again.

It draws a Rubblebelt Recluse, a big little guy who’s a 6/5 that attacks each combat if able. Like it wouldn’t already do that.

Then, it casts the other Fearless Halberdier in its hand, partially because that’s pretty much all it can afford and also to replace the one Fitz killed.

“Attack with Goblin Assailant, 2/2, and Goblin Smuggler, also 2/2.”

Fitz blocks the Smuggler with his Cloudkin Seer, killing them both and takes the other two damage, bringing his total down to 12.

Fitz draws and places down an island on his next turn, casting an Octoprophet, a nice-sized little guy who’s a 3/3 and lets him see the next two cards in his deck. Then he throws the turn back to Keefe, terrified of his inevitable demise.

Keefe draws an Engulfing Eruption to deal 5 damage directly to a creature.

I guess that’s what Foster meant by direct damage. Cool. I wonder if you could build a deck solely around that. Probably.

Keefe, having no patience whatsoever, decides to just kill the Octoprophet with the Engulfing Eruption while it has the chance.

“Was that really necessary?” Fitz asks.

“Yes.” answers Keefe. “And now it’s time to attack with both my dudes. 2/2 Goblin Assailant, 3/2 Fearless Halberdier.”

Fitz can’t block any of the damage, and he’s down to 7.

On his next turn, he draws his card, then casts a Fortress Crab.

Foster interrupts his thinking process by asking, “May I make a suggestion?”

“Sure, why not? I’m close to death anyway so it doesn’t really matter.”

He points to his cards. “Cast this and this.”

“This and this” are apparently an unsummon on Keefe’s Fearless Halberdier and a Haazda Officer, a little 3/2 guy who’s functionally the same as the Fearless Halberdier except for an ability that doesn’t get used and the fact it’s white, not red.

Then, it’s Keefe’s turn once again. It draws a forest, places it down, does a little happy dance because he can cast something, and that something is a Rubblebelt Recluse. Just a little 6/5 guy that has to attack each turn if able.

But summoning sickness makes it unable, so Keefe decides to hold on to its soldiers for the first time since this game started. Having nothing else to do, it unwillingly declares it Fitz’s turn.

Fitz draws a card, buries it deep into his hand, and casts a fortress crab, a 1/6 designed to be as annoying as possible for Keefe.

But then it’s its turn once again. And it draws a forest. And it dances again. Now it can cast the Aggressive Mammoth that’s been burning a hole in its hand since it drew it before the first turn. So now it has an 8/8 with trample that also gives all other creatures it controls trample.

In its excitement, it forgot to actually put the forest down, so it adds that to the battlefield before attacking with its Rubblebelt Recluse 6/5. This gets blocked by Fitzy’s new crab. Crab is officially dead and the Rubblebelt Recluse is completely fine.

Well, maybe zae’s a little annoyed. So is Keefe.

And it’s Fitz’s turn once more. He draws a card, then casts some Coral Merfolks in a desperate attempt to block as much damage as possible.

2/1s really are not going to do much when everything Keefe controls has trample.

Bracing for impact, Fitz gives the turn back to Keefe for the last time.

Keefe has spent Fitz’s turn trying to do the math on how much damage it can possibly do in a single turn, and survey seems to say that it’s more than enough. Especially when he throws a sorcery into the mix.

It draws its card, only a little sad it won’t get to use this Shivan Dragon this game. That has to be saved for a future game.

Keefe casts Overcome, which is a sorcery that gives all of its creatures +2/+2 and trample, as though they didn’t already because of the Aggressive Mammoth.

“Attack with Goblin Assailant 4/4, Rubblebelt Recluse 8/7, and Aggressive Mammoth 10/10.”

“Well, that’s just a few points of damage there, love,” Fitz remarks.

“Yeah, and everybody has trample. Can you get Foster to double check some rules for us?”

“Sophie!” it calls to Foster who has wandered away for some reason.

“Yes?” comes his response, probably from the kitchen.

“I’ve got two 2/1s and a 3/2 and Keefe has some dudes with trample. I was just wondering how incredibly dead I am.”

“Well, whatever Keefe’s creatures’ strength combined minus four blocked points is how much it does to you. I don’t know if that’s the answer you want, but it’s the answer I’m going to give.”

“So, uh, just 18 damage, right? Just a few?” Fitz asks, doing the math for Keefe.

“Yeah, let’s go with that. I don’t want to do addition today,” signs Keefe.

“I’m dead. I am very dead. I am at like negative 9 levels of dead.”

“I am victorious!”

“What you are is a pain in the ass.”

“Yeah, that too.”

“Just hang on one second before you start your victory dance that’s suspiciously similar to Goblin dancing.”

“But why?”

“Because I said so.”

Ah, yes. The inarguable argument. Sounds like he doesn’t care enough to actually debate with me. Rude.

Seemingly on cue, Foster re-enters the room, and sets a plate with a glorious cake in front of Keefe.

Fitz has never particularly tried when decorating a cake. Beyond frosting and sprinkles, of course. This one is no exception.

But Keefe won’t argue because, well, it’s cake. You don’t argue with cake. Because then you won’t get any future cake.

“Consider this payment for your art lessons last weekend. And also for your victory,” Fitz says.

“Thank you, Fitz. It is much appreciated. I will now devour the entire thing like I’ve never eaten anything in my life.” Instead of cutting a slice, Keefe just takes a fork and starts demolishing the cake from the outside.

“You know, you could save some for breakfast tomorrow.”

“The future is meaningless. The cake is now,” it signs with chocolate-crumby hands.

“Keefe, uh, you got a little frosting,” Foster gestures to his cheek, and Keefe tries to swipe it off, undoubtedly smearing more frosting in the process.

“Let me help,” Foster says, leaning closer until he licks the frosting away, kissing it on the way back down to his chair.

“That was my frosting!” Keefe screeches.

“Then maybe you should’ve protected it better.”

#the jace thing gets even funnier when you learn the first appearance he has on a card was drawn by jason chan #yes /that/ jason chan #the one that does the canon book covers #this was so much fun to write #i'd gladly do more #do people want more?#i've done 4 mtg games including this one now #and my title makes sense! it may have taken three days but there is sometimes a method to the madness #sokeefitz week 2022 #kotlc #kotlc fanfic #sophie foster #fitz vacker #keefe sencen #sokeefitz

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silentiumlitwicks · 1 year

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1-5 music asks ඞ

1 Song i like with a Color in the title:

Vanilla Twilight- Owl City

The ULTIMATE YEARNING SONG songs that make you feel the entire scope of human emotion in 3 minutes.

2 song i like with a number in the title: I have 3 actually

21 Guns- Green Day

I don’t fucking Care how edgy it is sometimes I just really fucking feel it man. “Put up your arms, give up the fight” yeah, felt.

The five of us are dying - my chemical romance

This is like a early demo of welcome to the black parade with completely different lyrics but similar music and it’s good on its own.

The Magic 8 - Set it off

“so shake the magic 8 until it breaks breaks breaks. And close you eyes and take a leap of faith faith faith. Don’t be afraid of going your own way way way, shake the magic 8 until it breaks” just…. Yeah man Cody Carson was so right.

3 A song that reminds you of summertime:

Summertime-My Chemical Romance

Ha I’m funny

Forever Stuck in our Youth - Set it Off

“I’m on a permanent vacation, we’re young we’re young we’re dumb and we don’t care. And I don’t owe an explanation we’re young we’re young we’re dumb and we don’t care. FOREVER STUCK IN OUR YOUTH”

Just has that vibe of a song you’d hear at a end of High school year party.

4 A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget about:

There’s a few and they’re mostly from Emmet

I don’t love you- my chemical romance

“WHEN YOU’RE GONE WOULD YOU EVEN TURN TO SAY I DONT LOVE YOU LIKE I DID YESTERDAY”

enough said

Wolf in Sheeps Clothing - Set It Off

Yeah the edgy song in every anime villain amv. When emmet heard it the first time he was out in the driveway at our old apartment singing his heart out to it and the neighbor called over and said he had a beautiful voice.

“maybe you’ll change? Abandon all your wicked ways and start all over start all over”

Hum Hallelujah- Fall Out Boy

“A teenage vow in a parking lot until tonight do us part i sing the blues and you swallow them too”

“I love you in the same way there’s a chapel in the hospital, one foot in your bedroom and out the door.”

Lyrics in this one are something that’s for damn sure.

5 a song that needs to be played LOUD:

Disloyal Order of Water Buffalos- Fall Out Boy

“IM A LOSE BOLT OF A COMPLETE MACHINE WHAT I MATCH I AM HALF DOOMED AND YOURE SEMI SWEET, SO BOYCOTT LOVE DETOX JUST TO RETOX AND ID PROMISE YOU ANYTHING FOR ANOTHER SHOT AT LIFE AND PERFECT BOYS WITH THIER PERFECT LIVES NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR YOU SING ABOUT TRAGEDY”

This song is our anthem, I may be the one who made it our top song of 2022 in only two months time but this is just a song for the whole system.

The World we Knew- sayonara wild hearts soundtrack

“I’ll treasure any fragments left behind”

Yeah man …. Yeah. Cannot put into words the emotions this song inflicts on me. Both the game version and the demo version have a Vice grip on my brain and I constantly find myself belting out “they say begin again, they say begin again, I’ll take any fragments I can find.” Man.jpeg minato family guy death pose emoji and I know you get it, dear asker you feel this song in your soul like I do.

This is Gospel - Panic! at the disco

When you’re going the fuck through you will Blast this song and not give a flying fuck. I hate Brendan urine as much as the next guy but this song just fucking HITS.

Ancient History- Set it Off

“I KNOW I KNOW HOW TO DRIVE YOU WILD YOU KNOW YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME SMILE BUT IIIIIIIIIIII NEED YOU TO BE MY ANCIENT HISTORY”

Even if you don’t have a clingy ex that you can’t seem to shake this song fucks hard and is AMAZING preformed live.

Backside of the Tv- Persona 4

Just yeah man yeah.

#minato.txt #ask meme #music autism moment #emmet.txt #hi lyta!

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6/26 - Woodbine Dressage Show

We showed this last weekend! It was very exciting because this was our first outing with the new barn, and we haven’t shown since August (which some of you may remember as being a total shit show). Went with my trainer and two other boarders, and we were able to camp there overnight in the trailer living quarter, minus one person who opted to drive back. We got them settled in overnight, did some schooling in the ring, cleaned tack and braided. I did his whole mane myself for the first time, and about half of it looked good! I’ll keep practicing, though. We only signed up for two tests, to check his fitness and see where he’s at after coming back to work six weeks ago.

The next day was competition time, and I was the first to ride. First Level 1 at 9:42. He warmed up well, we went in and…he was amazing. I rode the test from memory, made sure we were keeping our odds and ends clean, and it was a very solid ride! My trainer was thrilled, and so was I when we got our score - 65.5% and second place of six riders! Huge improvement from our 61.7% in August. Only a couple nitpicks; I think I halted a bit too early, and there was a half stride where he tried to pick up canter instead of trot after the walk, but he listened to my correction. My trainer just adored him this weekend, from his performance to his level-headedness and his eager-to-please attitude. The other two riders with us were not having as swell of a time, unfortunately; one’s horse decided to become a bucking bronco, and the other’s was tense, still a bit young and baby-ish.

Our second ride, Training Level 3, was at 2:30, almost five hours later in the humidity. Woof. He warmed up a bit strung out, feeling kind of tired. The test was solid, but felt similar - lacking some energy. There was a break at the canter in one direction that we quickly fixed, the transitions were a little stickier, and his contact was slightly less steady. But! Still a pretty decent test. We got a 64.3% and third place of three! I’m very excited, because last time we were given a 59.8% on this test. I think we’re finally ready to be done with Training Level and step into the rest of First Level, so we’ve got some work to do before the next show in a month!

#Navaho #Virtuoso #My horse #I don’t super care about ribbons or placing I’m just happy with these scores!#Horse show #Horses #Equine

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mari-vargas · 5 months

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Oh hey look at that I remembered a story long enough to write it out again!

Ok so this one is yet another “trauma response created by high school”. In particular, why I’m stupid early to most things.

It’s something of a joke at my work where my coworkers will say “hey I got here after 0630 and you weren’t here yet what happened?” because everyone knows I’m usually an hour early and well they aren’t wrong—if I arrive after 0630 it’s because something did happen.

I always kind of joke that it’s trauma from high school, but it’s not actually a joke. It was an early college high school meaning I was enrolled in community college courses at the same time as high school courses as part of the program rather than of my own volition and dime. As such it was also college preparatory, ensuring we’d have the best shot of continuing on to and graduating from a 4-year university. I just want to take a moment to say that actual 4-year university was so much more chill than community college—which in turn was actually also still less high strung than my high school teachers.

So what caused this trauma response where I arrive far too early to everything and still to this day have nightmares about being late that can and have caused me to shoot awake so forcefully that I get sick?

My high school teachers drilled into us—the students—“early is on time, on time is late”. Ok nice words whatever how did they burn those words into my psyche? Most of the teachers would lock their doors five minutes before class would start and wouldn’t unlock them until ten minutes past. Meaning we’d get marked as either tardy or absent depending on the teacher. And because we had to come and go from the high school campus for the college classes, each high school class took attendance just for that class and that period. So being absent from any class was treated like being absent for a full day of classes or—as the office personnel put it—if you miss one period it’s like you missed a week or two of that one class.

High school provided me with an awful lot of trauma that unfortunately tends to react to each other. So when I bring up one memory as an explanation I also bring up memories of what exasperated it—like that time in Junior year when I missed an entire month of one specific class because I was constantly sick, which led to me refusing to leave from the whole sip of Rockstar incident. I dealt with my worsening car anxiety because it would take 2-3 hours to walk to school (and of course that was also made worse on a day I got pulled out early for an appointment to address it—only to then get in another car accident at the corner of the campus and have to cancel said appointment).

Ok well I have to be early because early is on time and on time is late but why would I wait outside for half an hour for my primary building in university to unlock only to then wait an hour before either having class or for the club room to be unlocked? Why do I get to work an hour early just to wait in the break room while the previous shift is still actively working? To the first my excuse was always that I’m really not a morning person and I am completely incoherent for several hours into the start of my day so if I wanted to be cognizant and make any sense then I had to be awake and at that place long before I ever had to address another person. To the second—when I first started working out here (it’s an hour commute and I cross county lines) there was extremely bizarre weather, and highly unusual police activity. Sometimes the delay would result in an extra hour being added to the drive. So I give myself that leeway and now I’m used to being an hour early and freak out when I’m not as early.

So ya high school is at fault for why I am stupid early to most things.

#mari’s life #life as mari #life after mari #story time #trauma #trauma response #early is on time #on time is late

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Hiking the Wicklow Way, Ireland

Oct. 21-25, 2022

The Wicklow Way, an 81-mile (131 km) trail running through Ireland’s Wicklow Mountains from Dublin’s Marley Park to Clonegall, had been on my bucket list for a while. I’d initially booked everything for July 2020, in-between the first two covid pandemic waves, thinking I’d be able to travel there from Spain where I’d also been hiking, without having to quarantine. But it would be long after that that countries would be promoted to Ireland’s strict green list. In the event I’d had to adjust my itinerary, spending just one night in a Dublin airport hotel under quarantine en route from Spain back to New York.

Work had brought me to Ireland this time so thought I’d tag the Wicklow Way on the end of it over five days, with stops in Enniskerry, Roundwood, Glenmalure and Tinahely. I would have my main bag transferred between accommodations so that I only needed to carry a small day pack and I would navigate using the trail’s way markers and the AllTrails app.

A long walk in the rain from Marley Park was an excellent way to start the trail and work off my hangover from too much Guinness the night before in Dublin’s Temple Bar area. I was joined by Mayer on that first day, a cool Tim Howard lookalike from Chicago who’d got a pass from his wife and three kids to destress for a few days from his busy job. His suggestion of lunch in the famous Johnnie Fox’s, the highest pub in Ireland, was well worth the detour for its quirky interior, sawdust on the floor and top quality nosh.

I’m always grateful to the people I meet while traveling. Some say we become who we meet, internalizing their combined wisdom. As we strode out through Marley Park, fall well underway in a kaleidoscope of orange and brown behind a curtain of softly falling rain, I was thankful for his brand of wisdom in helping me along my geographical and spiritual journeys.

The most spectacular scenery was in the first half of the hike between Marley Park and Glenmalure while the remaining trail to Clonegall had an increasing prevalence of monotonous forestry tracks and small tarmacked roads. With all the torrential rain it seemed the whole landscape had become waterlogged, with the tinkling sound of torrents springing up everywhere and finding the shortest route off the mountain, especially along the trail itself where a judicial placing of feet was required.

The view over Lough Tay from the trail was impressive -- steep, rugged grey cliffs with scree tumbling down into a navy blue ocean. ‘Was I really just south of Dublin?’. It seemed more like Scotland or New Zealand.

The area around Glendalough was a serene, lakeside stroll through damp fall foliage leading to the impressive Monastic City, an early Christian settlement founded by St. Kevin in the 6th century.

During my descent of the valley side into Glenmalure, I made the rooky mistake of placing my feet on a flat piece of rock with a stream passing over it. My left foot immediately slid out, while my right foot slid backwards underneath me, pulling my quad. At the time it felt like a bad injury so was relieved to eventually hobble into Glenmalure Lodge’s bar, my accommodation for the night, and meet Mayer for a tasty Sunday roast washed down with a couple of IPA’s. Ice and paracetamol seemed to alleviate the injury somewhat and allow me to finish the trail over the following two days. This experience, together with a badly sprained ankle in August in Puerto Rico, where I was running on it again within 2 weeks, made me realize we’re more physically robust than we think.

As well as meeting new people I’m always on the lookout for catching up with long lost friends, wherever I am in the world. I caught up with Tony over a few pints of Guinness in O’Connor’s bar in Tinahely. As we reminisced over our shared past careers, and people who’d come and gone within that realm, his directness and dry sense of humor came through, traits I now remembered were what I appreciated about him.

Darragh picked me up at the end of the trail in Clonagall and drove me to his place in Carlow. We’d met in NYC in 2007 when we’d worked for the same pharma company and the last time I’d seen him was in Carlow in 2013 when his wife Val was pregnant with their daughter and their son was only three – now they were nine and twelve, together with three dogs, a cat, two goats and a load of chickens, all rattling around in an enormous 17th century listed mansion! I quickly formed a connection their German shepherd, Bruce, whom I felt would now protect me for life. And I was quickly reminded why I consider Darragh and Val, totally grounded with an uncanny ability to see through my surface, to be in the top of my best people list.

There’s always some ‘craic’ when visiting Ireland. My moment was when checking into the Enniskerry Inn. I inadvertently walked into the wine shop next door, the guy behind the counter informing me the Enniskerry Inn was actually next door. I quickly exited onto the street and entered the next door along into the Enniskerry Inn only to be welcomed by the same guy behind a different counter exclaiming “can I help you?”. I smirked and retorted “Have we met before?”. “I don’t think so” he replied with a quizzical, straight face.

It had been a welcome return to Ireland’s beautiful countryside and people, albeit too short, and I looked forward to visiting again sometime soon.

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Sign on the dotted line

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

a/n: not only is this my first time writing after a 6-month hiatus, this is also my first time writing Wanda, so I'm kinda sweating it ngl. I have high hopes for this series though, and I can't wait to develop this story further.

Warnings: n/a

Summary: Chapter I; Did you get enough of love, my little dove? AU

Wanda needs a pretty girl on her arm for every event she attends, and you are in desperate need of care and attention.

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The clock strikes five, just as you unlock the door to your office. You blink dazedly in the glaring overhead lights and begin your morning ritual of settling into business as usual. First hanging up your coat, then taking out the many folders you had lugged home the day before. As the kettle in the corner slowly heats up the water intended for your cup of tea, you turn on your computer. The start-up is slow this morning, and you tap your nails impatiently on the desk.

So much has to be done today, but it’s no different from any other day, really. Three years ago when you had just secured this job, you found yourself overwhelmed as you never had been before. Every day was a struggle, a fight to survive in this cut-throat business. There was always something that had to be done, someone who expected answers from you. There was a time when you deluded yourself into thinking it would get easier.

I just have to hang on until next week…

Once this deal is settled, everything will calm down…

It never got easier. You lived day to day, seemingly constantly hanging on by a thread. But you had managed it so far, hadn’t you?

The kettle chirrups, signalling that the water has finally come to a boil. Your computer too is finally showing signs of life, so you open up your inbox, awaiting the inevitable influx of emails that will have arrived since you last checked at midnight.

The first half an hour of your morning is spent answering emails as you sip a cup of strong matcha tea. As expected, two dozen emails have found their way to you once more. All from colleagues and clients, asking for help, for direction, for approval.

You’re so caught up in a particular email about what’s her name from R&D who supposedly was leaking prototypes to Weaver Enterprises, that you don’t notice the door of your office opening.

‘’Good morning’’

When Pepper speaks quite suddenly (and rather loudly for this time of day) you give a start.

‘’Christ Pepper’’ you mutter angrily. ‘’Don’t sneak up on me like that, you’re going to give me a heart attack someday.’’

She doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest by your response, she merely smiles at you placidly. ‘’I didn’t expect you to be here so early after yesterday's crisis meeting running so late.’’

This is Pepper’s way of making small talk, you’ve come to learn. It seems she’s incapable of speaking of anything that doesn’t have to do with work, and she takes great satisfaction in going above and beyond with anything she does. You think she’s a workaholic and that she should make good use of the therapy coupon you gave her for last year’s office-wide secret Santa. She thinks she is the single most productive member of society and appears to believe herself capable of fighting God, fuelled by nothing but 2 espresso shots and early morning road rage.

On the whole, you’ve agreed to disagree on this particular issue.

‘’I’m here at five every morning, Pepper. And I know you know that because you make a point of getting here five minutes earlier than me, every day.’’

That seems to be precisely enough small-talk for this morning because after rolling her eyes at your remark she heads straight to business.

‘’Well, that certainly is fortunate because the boss would like to see you immediately, and you know how she hates to be kept waiting.’’

For a few seconds you do nothing but stare at Pepper, and then, the meaning of her words hits you. Wanda Maximoff has asked to see you. White-hot panic bubbles up from your stomach, instantly you feel your hands beginning to sweat.

It’s not unusual for you to spend time with your boss, but it’s always in the company of other people. Her presence is a welcome addition to the many mind-numbing meetings that you have to sit through. Your affections for her have blossomed into some sort of office infatuation. You tell yourself that this is merely a distraction from the rigour of every day life at the office, it’s not all that serious.

Yet, you find your head snapping towards your open office door whenever you hear the clicking of heels down the hallway. You take the long way to the printer, past the main meeting room, in hopes of catching a glimpse of her.

The thought of her asking for you and sending Pepper to get you… It gives you an uneasy feeling. Maybe she has noticed that your work hasn’t been quite up to your usual standard in these last few weeks. You’ve been struggling under the growing weight of your responsibilities.. Maybe she has called you up to chastise you, or worse, fire you.

‘’Save the catastrophizing for another day, will you, it’s too early for this.’’ Pepper says, as she takes in the frenzied look of panic on your face. ‘’I’m to bring you to her, so hurry up, I’d like to get this sorted before the office fills up.’’

‘’Right.’’ You say dazedly, turning off the computer and grabbing in the drawers of your desk for your keys. When the two of you are making your way down the hall moments later, you run your hands nervously through your hair.

‘’So, do you know what this is about at all?’’

Pepper allows you to step into the elevator first, before punching in the code on the keypad that will take the pair of you up to Ms Maximoff’s private office.

‘’I know, but I can’t say anything yet.’’ She says. ‘’Speaking of-’’ She flicks through some papers inside the folder she is holding and pulls out a neat set of documents. Even though it’s upside down, you can still make out the words ‘’Non-disclosure agreement’’ in bold letters at the very top of the document.

At this, your eyebrows shoot up. ‘’You want me to sign an NDA?’’

She presses the papers into your hands and unclips the pen from the front of her blouse. ‘’Yes, now please hurry up and read it through. I’d like to have this signed as soon as possible.’’

You’ve seen this document before. The standard template used for NDA’s within the company, and you know where to find the information that isn’t simply reused for every NDA. From this, you gather some basic facts. Whatever this is, it clearly has to do with the PR side of the company, which strikes as you odd since you work resolutely behind the scenes. What’s more, whatever the subject matter of your coming conversation will be, it has something to do with Wanda Maximoff’s private life.

The cogs in your head are turning at rapid speed trying to make sense of it all. But really, there is no way to know unless you sign and hear what Ms Maximoff has to tell you. So, you clumsily scrawl your signature in three different places and hand the little packet back to Pepper.

Right on cue, the elevator doors slide open, and you find yourself in a short corridor with a single large door at the end of it. You have only been here twice, once when you were hired and once when you were promoted to your current position. You felt sick with nerves then, and you feel sick right now. You lift a hand to smooth your hair, and you stare self-consciously at your reflection in the many pictures lining the walls.

The dark circles underneath your eyes seem more pronounced now than they were this morning. You wish you would have spent a little more time on your appearance, instead of slapping on some foundation and mascara in your car and calling it a day.

Pepper knocks twice and doesn’t wait for permission to enter, instead, she pushes open the door after the second knock and holds it open for you. You try to compose yourself, standing up straight and pushing your shoulders back.

Wanda Maximoff is sitting at her desk, a glass of water in one hand, the morning paper in the other. She looks perfectly polished and put together in her burgundy suit. She really is very beautiful, you think, before remembering that she’s probably about to fire you, which really puts a damper on those sorts of thoughts.

‘’Good morning, Ms Maximoff.’’ You say politely, as Pepper brushes past you to deposit the NDA on the desk.

‘’Good morning to you too’’ She says with a bright smile. ‘’I’m so glad you were able to meet me here so soon.’’

Before you can so much as think of a reply, Pepper cuts in. ‘’She already signed the NDA, Wanda.’’ She says, perching on top of the desk. ‘’I have a meeting at six-thirty, so I’d appreciate it if we could get to business.’’

Ms Maximoff doesn’t seem perturbed by this, and merely lays down her paper to flit through the document, presumably looking for your signature. Apparently, she finds no fault in it, as she drops it in front of her and leans back in her chair. You swallow thickly as you watch her take in your appearance.

‘’I have a proposition for you.’’ She says, a slight smile playing across her lips as she hands you yet another stack of papers. You take it with shaking hands, this packet is rather thicker and heavier than the NDA. She doesn’t appear to be firing you at any rate, which is some consolidation at least.

‘’You see-’’ Ms. Maximoff says. ‘’I have a problem that needs solving, and we think you’re the right person for the job.’’

You flit through the many papers in front of you, eyes darting this way and that. This job clearly has something to do with the PR side of things, you decide. Words like ‘’public image’’ and ‘’likeable persona’’ jump out at you.

‘’Pepper has made it clear to me that I need an image boost.’’ She says, turning to Pepper and giving her an exasperated look.

‘’You do!’’ Pepper cuts in. ‘’The press has been horrid lately. You need to appear more down to earth, we want you to be likeable and approachable. It would do wonders for business Wands’’

At that, Ms Maximoff snorts, but Pepper resolutely ignores her, addressing you instead. ‘’Wanda needs to be put in a good light, show the world her nice side, you know?’’

You nod, albeit confusedly, as you still don’t quite understand what this has to do with you. Your area of expertise has absolutely nothing to do with public relations.

‘’If I may ask, what exactly would you like me to do to assist you with this particular issue?’’ You ask, addressing Ms Maximoff directly.

She smiles at you, a look of amusement evident on her face. ‘’Pepper has decided that the best way for me to achieve this is to stage a relationship.’’

You feel the muscles in your jaw go slack, but before you have the time to process the implications of this statement, Pepper has already spoken up.

‘’Think about it! We need you to present your softer side, to show that you can be kind and caring and let’s be honest Wands, you haven’t given me a lot to work with and-’’

‘’I’m sorry.’’ You say, interrupting her minor lecture. ‘’You want to stage a romantic relationship?’’

She frowns at your interruption but has the good grace to answer you in spite of it, ‘’Yes!’’ she says firmly. ‘’We have explored every other possible avenue, if this doesn’t work then we can forget about ever obtaining favourable press.’’

‘’Alright…’’ You say slowly, wondering whether you’re here to help them scout a person for the job. ‘’So, who do you have in mind?’’

That makes Ms Maximoff laugh. A real hearty laugh, one you haven’t heard from her in a very long time. The muscles of your stomach contract pleasantly, and you can’t help but smile yourself.

‘’Oh sweetheart, that’s adorable.’’ She says. ‘’You, of course.’’

For a moment, all you can do is stare at her incredulously, your eyes wide and your jaw slack. You’re half expecting a camera crew to jump out at you, proclaiming loudly that you have been pranked. When no such thing happens, however, you turn to Pepper.

‘’Me?!’’ You manage to croak out.

‘’Yes, you.’’ She says with an air of annoyance. ‘’Look at the damn contract.’’

Quickly, you turn to the stack of papers in your hands. Fervently thumbing through the papers until you find what you are looking for.

This agreement establishes a fabricated romantic relationship between the following parties:

Wanda Maximoff (Hereby referred to as Party 1)

and

Y/N (Hereby referred to as Party 2)

The parties are herein referred to as a ‘’Couple’’ and are set forth for a period of 365 days. The parties hereby agree to the following provisions as conditions of the ‘’Relationship’’:

This is then followed by a long list of conditions. With your heart pounding a manic beat in your chest, you scan through the list.

Both parties must refrain from engaging in any intimate relationship with outside persons until the signified time of the contract has ended;

Party 2 is to settle into the home of Party 1 for the whole duration of the contract;

Neither party may discuss the contents of the contract with any unapproved persons;

Both parties must agree to engage in public displays of affection (see subsection 5) with the intended purpose of this being documented;

Party 2 will cease all activity within Maximoff enterprises for the duration of the contract;

On and on the list goes, the further down you get, the redder your face turns. Both Pepper and Ms Maximoff have gone quiet. Sensing that it might be best to allow you to process this in your own time. It takes you 15 minutes to read through every word within the contract, and an additional 10 minutes for you to wrap your head around what exactly is being asked of you.

Your boss wants you to pretend to be her girlfriend.

This is too good to be true, surely. Live with Wanda Maximoff? Hold her hand on the street, go out for dinner with her, visit lavish parties as her date? This isn’t real. This cannot be real. You want to pinch yourself. You want to burst out into hysterical laughter, or a fit of uncontrollable sobs.

Even after all this silence, you seem to struggle to use your voice.

‘’Ms Maximoff, you-’’ your voice sticks in your throat, and you have to cough to clear it. ‘’Let me be clear, you want me to pretend to be your partner?’’

‘’I do.’’

‘’I’m sorry, but I don’t quite understand why.’’

Pepper shifts restlessly on the edge of the desk. ‘’I’ll just go grab a coffee.’’ She says with a pointed look at Ms Maximoff.

Once the oak doors have shut firmly behind Pepper, the other woman speaks up.

‘’Ms Maximoff-’’ You begin, but Wanda cuts in.

‘’You can call me Wanda.’’

You pull up short, ‘’I- Thank you, Wanda.’’ You say somewhat awkwardly.

‘’I’d like to make this less strange for you.’’ She says warmly. You get the sense that she’s attempting to soothe your intense anxiety and you give her a small smile.

‘’I don’t think anything could make this less strange.’’

‘’That’s fair.’’

You watch as she plays absent-mindedly with the rings on her left hand, turning them slowly, caressing the golden jewellery with soft fingers. Unbidden, you wonder what those fingers would feel like on your skin, cool against the heat of your cheek. You wonder how those fingers would fit in between your own.

’Why exactly do you want me for this job?’’ You ask, quite suddenly. ‘’You could have anyone. Hell, you wouldn’t even have to pretend, I’m sure you could find someone you could genuinely love.’’

She shrugs. ‘’I have no interest in any of that.’’ The hand that was previously occupied with her jewellery now moves to a drawer in her desk and pulls out a folder with your picture attached to it.

‘’Did you know I receive reports on my most essential staff members on a monthly basis?’’ She asks, casually flipping through the papers.

You feel your mouth go dry. ‘’I am aware.’’

‘’You’re not well, are you?’’ She says simply.

You falter under the gaze of her bright green eyes. What exactly is she getting at here? Sure, you haven’t felt well rested in what feels like 20 years, and you haven’t had a home-cooked meal in 5 months. Maybe you cry more than you ever have before, but that’s all a part of having a high stakes job, isn’t it?

‘’I’m fine.’’ You lie. ‘’And I apologize, but I don’t see how my wellbeing affects this situation.’’

Wanda raises her eyebrows at you. ‘’I think we can help each other.’’ she says. ‘’I need you to assist me in attaining some more favourable press, and you need a break.’’

‘’A break?’’ You repeat rather dumbly.

Wanda flicks through the papers again, apparently looking for something. When she finds it, she traces the lines with her finger. ‘’You’ve been spotted crying in your car during lunch breaks.’’ She reads aloud. ‘’You see a therapist for stress-related issues, yet you put in more hours than Pepper does every week. Do you see what I’m getting at here?’’

You shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. She’s not wrong, but hearing it like this feels invasive almost. You don’t want to know who gave her this information. You close your eyes tight, letting your head hang.

You can hear Wanda getting up, but you don’t dare to move or look up, not until you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders. Heat blooms from her palms, spreading down your back, warming you. You want to stay there, want her to wrap her arms around you and allow you to stay there for eternity. Instead, you turn around to face her, mourning the loss of her touch as she lets her hands fall to her side.

‘’You need a break. This contract will give you an out for a whole year, you can rest and recuperate and if you want to return after this all then the position will be yours.’’ She gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. ‘’You take on so much responsibility and carry so much weight. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone take that over from you?’’

‘’Why would you want to do that?’’ You mumble.

‘’Let’s just say that you have caught my attention, little dove. I’d like to help you if I can.’’

You bite your lip, your heart fluttering at the pet name.

Your mind is screaming at you to sign that contract right this instant, but you still hesitate. The most rational part of you has you in a chokehold. Forcing you to get all your ducks in a row before you make a massive mistake.

‘’Why do you want me specifically, though? You didn’t answer my question fully.’’

She laughs. ‘’You are thorough, aren’t you?’’

You smile shyly and steal a glance up at her face, as she scrunches her nose at you affectionately.

‘’I like you. You’re kind and funny and honestly the only person I can think of who I could actually spend a whole year with without losing my mind.’’

At this, you blush in earnest. Sure, you have your own private affections for your boss but you never dreamed she ever spared you much thought at all. You spend plenty of time with her, but it’s always strictly business, so the thought that she holds you in such high esteem makes your stomach do a flip.

‘’Thank you,’’ You mutter quietly. ‘’That’s very kind of you to say.’’

She gives you a wink and a smile which makes you rather weak in the knees. Still, you try to steel yourself, because this isn’t over yet.

‘’I do have some concerns regarding the contract that I’d like to go over with you.’’

Wanda raises an eyebrow, but settles herself back behind her desk, pulling the contract towards her and motioning for you to take a seat as well.

‘’Let’s see then.’’

***

‘’Okay, so that’s a firm no, then?’’ Wanda chuckles as she strikes out the umpteenth condition you have vetoed.

‘’Listen, if I’m going to be effectively jobless for a whole year with nothing to do, I want to make myself useful in some way.’’

Wanda gives you an amused look over the papers as she scribbles down her notes in the margin.

‘’I’m a perfectly decent cook, I won’t poison you, I swear.’’

‘’What a shame’’ says Pepper, who has just made her reappearance with a tray of coffee cups in hand. ‘’Here-’’ she says, handing you a white styrofoam cup. I got you a chai latte, that’s the only thing I know you drink since you’re one of those anti-coffee freaks. You thank her with a laugh, and you pry the lid off, so as to allow the drink to cool faster.

As Pepper deposits Wanda’s drink on the desk, she looks over her shoulder at the many lines that are crossed out, she heaves a heavy sigh. ‘’Trust you to give me a pile of paperwork before the day has properly started.’’

‘’Hey!’’ You say reproachfully. ‘’If I’m going to sign my life away for a year, I’d like to secure some good terms.’’

‘’Smart girl.’’ Says Wanda with a chuckle.

You turn away, your hair hiding your glowing smile as you beam at her praise.

‘’Is there anything else you’d like to add to this migraine of an admin task, or will I be spared?’’

‘’Ummm…’’ You hesitate. You have been trying to bring this up for the past twenty minutes, but you didn’t know how to broach the subject delicately. ‘’About the intimacy clause…’’ You begin.

‘’You don’t have to fuck her.’’ Pepper says casually, watching with amusement as your cheeks instantly grow bright red.

‘’Pepper!’’ Wanda hisses. ‘’Behave yourself, will you?’’

With a guilty look, she holds up both of her hands. ‘’I apologize, I plead not guilty by way of sleep deprivation.’’

Wands merely shakes her head and turns in your direction, putting on a gentle smile.

‘’It’s just the basics,’’ She says. ‘’Hand holding, hugging, cuddling and the occasional kiss. That’s all.’’

A flush creeps up your neck at the mere thought of kissing Wanda. ‘’O-okay…’’ you stutter. ‘’And it will be for the camera’s? I mean- when we’re out in public?’’

She nods. ‘’We don’t have to be over the top, but we should act as any couple would in public.’’

‘’And we’ll stage some of the more intimate moments, so don’t worry about that.’’ Pepper chimes in.

‘’Stage it?’’

‘’We’ll tip off some of some paparazzi and make sure you’re caught kissing, things like that.’’

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. ‘’Alright, thank you for clearing that up.’’

This is real, you conclude. You try very hard to not get ahead of yourself, but you can’t let go of the image in your head of yourself and Wanda intertwined in an embrace. You deserve something nice, don’t you? And it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong, Wanda has specifically asked you to do this for her.

Screw it, what do you have to lose?

Tentatively, you reach out for the pen Pepper had given you earlier.

‘’So, do I just sign on the dotted line?’’

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Bucky cockblocking your dates - BB

Summary: After you and Bucky broke up he regrets nothing more and is counting on his ability to win you back, even if he has to scare a few guys into an early grave to do it.

Note: I'm going through a bit of a Sebastian Stan fix right now so prepare for a few of his characters in upcoming posts.

Do not repost or rewrite any of my work. Minors and ageless blogs get blocked.

Masterlist

1. "It was literally insane!" Your date across from you exclaimed excitedly after telling you what himself and his friends got up to on the weekend. You hadn't been on many dates with him but you were definitely moving forward; this was date number five. "You should so come hang out with us tomorrow it's gonna be sick!" He tried to coax you.

You smiled down at your drink and swirled the straw around while he finished his persuading speech. You had both decided on coming to a cafe for a quick get together this time. At last he finished and looked at you expectantly.

"Well I-"

"Why would she want to do it after you just spoiled the fun?" You froze at the interrruption of a voice all too familiar and lowered your gaze to the half eaten brownie in front of you.

"Excuse me?" Justin said in an indignant squawk at this random guy who'd just pitched up on his date.

"I mean Jesus, what happened to having a bit of mystery in a relationship, huh?"

"Who the fuck are you?" Justin ignored Bucky's comments.

You looked up from scrubbing your hands along your forehead and took a deep breath. "Justin, this is Bucky, my ex boyfriend. Bucky, this is Justin, my date." You emphasised, as if Bucky didn't already know that from the tabs you know he's been keeping on you.

"Seargant Barnes, actually." Bucky corrected you, glaring pointedly in Justin's direction which made you huff and roll your eyes.

"And we can help you how?" Justin's voice didn't loose the judgemental tone.

"Get lost, dickface."

"Buchanan." You warned lowly yet sharply, an expression of steel on your face when Bucky turned to face you. He relaxed a little but just winked at you all the same and turned back to Justin, jerking his head in a 'get out of the booth' motion.

"Really, and what if I don't want to get lost, dickface?" Justin stood and tried to square off against Bucky. Heavy emphasis on the 'tried'.

Bucky reached forward with his metal arm and grabbed onto Justin's collar roughly, jolting him forward so that Bucky could whisper something in his ear.

"Barnes, that's enough!" You exclaimed, but he kept talking for a few seconds before releasing Justin's collar and patronizingly smoothing over the creases he'd made in his clothing. Justin cleared his throat and bent down only briefly to grab his backpack from the floor.

"Goodbye y/n." He mumbled, avoiding eye contact and racing faster than lightning to the front door looking terribly ashen faced.

You groaned and went back to resting your head in your hands as Bucky silently slid himself in the booth opposite you that was previously occupied by Justin.

"I mean no offence when I say this, but you have horrid taste in men honey." Bucky stated as he munched on the leftovers of Justin's food.

"Clearly, I dated you." You replied monotoned.

Bucky pouted a fake pout and frowned at you. "Harsh, I wasn't that bad."

"Whatever you say Bucky." You sighed in resignation as you stood and collected your bag, wrapping up the brownie and taking it with you as you began to leave.

"See you soon heartbreaker." Bucky called after you. You lifted a hand without turning and waved at him.

"Probably Barnes, probably."

2. By some miracle a guy from work had asked you on a date after the whole Justin escapade (Justin who was so unnerved by whatever Bucky threatened him with he hadn't had any contact with you since that day) and brought you to the movies.

He was a nice guy and he was cute, a win-win so far as you both sat in your seats and waited for the previews to end. You quietly chatted while they played, laughing at a few of his jokes and telling anecdotes about work when the film started so you stayed quiet.

Just as the beginning credits finished and the actual movie began, a heavy figure plopped into the seat next to you. Naturally you didn't pay any attention to it until a bag of popcorn was tilted in your direction followed by "Popcorn?" made you sag in defeat.

"James." You greeted him in a whisper, not looking over to see the smug expression on his face but focusing on the film playing instead.

"Y/n."

You said nothing afterwards in hopes that maybe he would settle and watch the film quietly since he was practically on the date with you, but no such luck.

"So Brad huh?" He lent over and whispered into your ear, still you said nothing. "I mean come on, what's he got that's so special? A premature beer gut and hair loss?"

"Shut up Bucky!" You replied harshly.

"A hideous nail biting habit and lack of an ironing board?"

"Barnes." You warned.

"No sense of fashion and loafers?"

This time you said nothing and just flung your hand out to give him a hit to the stomach, but thanks to the super soldier serum it meant that he wouldn't really feel anything.

"Hey, is he bothering you?" Brad picked up on the commotion and asked.

"Yes, yes he is."

"Lets change to the seats in front." He suggested, you nodded your head in agreement.

When reaching down to pick up your bag from underneath your seat Bucky grabbed your arm; the shock making you turn to face him as he moved closer to you.

"You know I won't stop doll, not until you give me another chance, at least to explain."

"I don't want your shitty explanations James, I want you to leave me alone." You tugged your arm but he didn't release it.

"You know I can't do that, it's for your own safety." His eyes pleaded with you to understand but you just couldn't.

"I don't care anymore." You whispered shaking your head; this time when you pulled your arm Bucky let you go and you climbed to the seats below where Brad was waiting for you, although now you weren't really in a date mood, but you could fake it for one night.

Bucky sat behind you silently for the rest of the film much to your relief, but little did you know he wasn't actually watching any of the film; he'd actually kicked his leg up to block Brad from reaching his arm over and putting it behind your shoulders.

As long as he didn't touch you, Bucky could handle it.

3. Things over the past couple of weeks between you and Brad had been going really well, which is why you couldn't understand why he had stood you up on this date.

It had been over an hour and you'd only just received a phone call from him saying he couldn't make it because he was watching a football match with his friends. You didn't even dignify him with a response and just hung up the phone, somehow maintaining a stone cold façade while you finished off the last bit of wine in your glass.

It had been a total waste of time, you'd gotten all dressed up in your favourite dress, hair and makeup done just for him not to show. And the worst part, you didn't even order anything thinking Brad was going to show. You stood from your table and put your coat on, payed the check and left to walk back home, a ball of misery and hunger.

You got about half way when the tingle in your eyes indicated how close you were to tears; however you refused to let them fall just because of a stupid date. You were convinced it was just because you were hungry and bordering on drunk from not having much to eat today.

"Hi doll." A voice interrupted your inner whinge fest and you spun around to face the one and only.

"I know you want to rip into me about my dating choices but now's really not the time okay, you can yell at me tomorrow." You told him, voice thick with unshed tears.

"No y/n, no no no, I'm not gonna yell at you. I wanted to come see how the date went, when I saw you leave I came after you, not seeing Brad anywhere." Bucky placated you, walking closer slowly.

"That's because he didn't come." You said sharply.

"What?" Bucky's face went from soft and concerned to murderous in record timing.

"Had a game to watch with the boys and forgot about our date. He didn't come."

"I'm gonna kill him." Bucky whispered under his breath, opening his arms immediately when you sniffled and tucking you safely into his unzipped jacket to hide you away from the rest of the world.

"And the worst part is I'm starving!" You began full on crying, wrapping your arms around Bucky's waist as he hushed you and gently started swaying your bodies, using his hand on your back to give you a few gentle pats.

"Shh shh, I know doll, I know, I'm sorry." He cooed softly in your ear. "Come on, lets get you home, hmm?"

You pulled back and wiped harshly under your eyes with the sleeves of your coat and sniffed one final time before nodding turning around to lead the way. Bucky walked with you, his flesh arm wrapped snuggly underneath your coat against the material of your dress, keeping you tightly against his side all the way back to your apartment.

You reached the front door and ferreted around for your keys, unlocking it and spinning to face Bucky who was looking at you with a face full of trepidation.

"You wanna come in? I have snacks." You offered. Bucky's face lit up in a smile you haven't seen in a long time and he nodded, stepping forward but catching your wrist before you both entered. You turn to face him with question in your beautiful eyes.

"On one condition, lets stop with the dating for now, okay?"

You smiled a little and agreed. "Okay."

That night Bucky made you dinner and stayed with you all night till you felt better, successfully taking your mind off of the horrible date. He carried you to bed after you fell asleep on the sofa and took your shoes off before covering you with your duvet and laying next to you (but on top of the duvet; because of his serum induced body, he literally feels like he's melting if he's under the covers).

The next morning when you woke, your bed was empty but upon walking into the kitchen you found that Bucky had made you breakfast and left you a note explaining his whereabouts.

Morning love,

I decided to let you sleep in (even though I really wanted to tickle you awake, you looked so adorable) while I ran some errands. I made your favourite, hope you enjoy, I'll be back soon.

Love,

Bucky.

If that errand happened to be kicking Brad's ass, well you didn't need to know that was the reason behind his terribly smug face when he came back 10 minutes later and greeted you with a kiss to the cheek.

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voltagesmutter · 3 years

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The Second Cumming.

Fandom: Obey Me Pairing: Lucifer x MC x Diavolo, Satan x MC x Belphegor, Leviathan x MC x Simeon, Amso x MC, Asmo x MC x Solomon, Mammon x MC x Beelzebub. (Female MC). Warnings: Threesome’s, Female heat, Mild Dubcon, Voyeurism, Mild Exhibitionism, Toy use, Oral, vaginal, anal penetration. Squirting, Double Penetration, mild Yaoi, Polyamorous relationship. Notes: The Dickening Part 2. The biggest thank you to @theshove for having so much faith with me for this piece. Not only for your generous donation but also for beta-ing the whole piece within a day! And also to @theinariakuma for all your love and support. Also thank you to all those who donated for early release as well and all your wonderful feedback. 💛 Tagging: @starry-starry-night24, @0-miles-away, @pixiestick0924, @iloveobeyme, @ghoulgirlradio, @raymiazaki.

“Just five more minutes,” she whined, pulling the red bed covers over her head.

“You said this five minutes ago, and five before that, and five before that,” a deep voice answered above the sound of metal hooks clinking as curtains were thrown open, letting light flood into the room.

“But Lucifer!” She whined once more in protest, squeezing her eyes shut, trying her best to attempt to block out the beams of light shining through the covers.

“No buts,” Lucifer huffed, attaching his cloak to his shirt in the golden framed mirror beside the bed. “You promised Solomon you would-“ The end of his sentence was cut off by the bedroom door being slammed wide open.

“Lucifer! Beel ate my lizard custard slice!” Mammon came storming in, huffing with rage and disturbing the peace.

“Oh lord Diavolo give me strength,” Lucifer sighed as Beel came bounding in after him.

“He took my money to gamble at that tournament! He owes me more than a lizard slice!” The ginger haired brother took a few paces into the room.

“Lucifer, there’s no food! That big oaf must have eaten everything again in the night!” Satan tutted, walking straight into the back of someone. Not realising that the broad back he’d just walked into belonged to Beel, the big oaf he was talking about.

“Hey I didn’t touch a thing! And who are you calling oaf, scrawny bookworm!” Beel towered over Satan as he turned around, prodding a finger into his chest.

“Boys, don’t start!” Lucifer growled as both Satan and Beel transformed into their demon forms, Satan glaring up at Beel.

“My grimm’s on Beel,” Mammon laughed, sitting down on Lucifer's bed as a squeal rang out.

“Mammon you idiot!” The young girl threw the covers off her head, making Mammon freeze in mid air after realising he had sat on her.

“Shit-I- I’m sorry, I didn’t see ya! Shouldn’t be sneaking up on the Great Mammon like that,” Mammon’s facing blushed red as he quickly stood up.

“Hey, what’s all the noise?” Belphegor and Levi ran from their rooms into Lucifer's. Lucifer sighed and covered his face with one hand. Just once he wanted a quiet and peaceful morning without the shenanigans of his younger siblings.

“Tough guy here thinks he can chat shit as always,” Beel hissed, staring down Satan, whose tail flickered feistily into the air.

“Oh, morning boys!” Asmo chirped as he walked past, sporting only a small thong and a half done up silk robe. “Has anyone seen sweetie, I need her opinion and she’s not in her room.” He pouted softly before his eyes fell onto the girl in Lucifer's bed. “Ah there you are! Now come on you,” he cooed, pushing past his brothers with little regard for their problems and tugging her hand.

“Wait- Asmo! I’m not dressed!” She squealed, attempting to clutch the sheets to her naked body but, as Asmo pulled her, the sheets fell and she stumbled forward off the bed. Her nightie lay bunched on the floor from her previous night with Lucifer and all eyes fell on her. The arguments and squabbles from moments ago became lost in translation as seven sets of eyes travelled over her, all of their pacts visible in different locations, with Satan’s and Beel’s radiating due to them being in demon form and giving a glow to her skin.

Ever since helping them with their heats, she and the brothers had come to love each other, creating a relationship between all of them and the human. Each getting private and shared alone time with her, all of them giving her their heart and hers to them.

“You know, I’m not hungry for food anymore,” Satan smirked as he turned his body to face her, taking a few steps forward only to be held back by Beel.

“Fat chance. I’m the one for gluttony, I need to eat more importantly,”.

“Beel move, you're blocking the view.” Levi entered and pushed Beel out of the way, sending the biggest of the brothers flying into Mammon.

“Hey! Watch it! These treads were expensive!” Mammon growled as Beel stepped on his white shoes.

“Right! Out! All of you out!” Lucifer finally snapped, bending down and handing the girl her clothes. “School is in an hour. I want all of you ready to go by then I have an important meeting with Diavolo and, as we are all aware, our little dove is meeting with Solomon.”

“I- um,” The girl blushed as she threw on her clothes, all of the brothers sending her a confused expression. “I’m helping Solomon with a birth-control potion.” The pill she was currently taking was in short supply and since condoms broke left, right and centre with the brothers - the dick game was too strong - this seemed their only viable option.

“So this,” Solomon was holding up a vial in his hand, the gold shimmers twisting in the light of the open window, “is just a tester. Its effects will last a few days, just to trial how it gets on.” In one hand was a gold vial with shimmers, in the other a gold vial with dark blue swirls. “I’ve perfected the ingredients; it works similar to human contraception, just in liquid form. Everything regulates the same. To test its success you should bleed in a week's time. If all is in order I can produce a bigger batch which will last you roughly twenty one days. if you wish to not continue with periods then you can take another one straight after.”

“And what is this one?” She pointed to the potion with deep blue hues in his other hand. She’d grown close to Solomon over her time here, becoming close friends with the slightly perverted sorcerer.

“The same; both are made from the same batch, only this contains fairy dust which enhances the aphrodisiac hormones.” A ‘birth-control viagra for women’ as he had once put it. Pumped full of ovulation hormones to increase sex drive without fear of risk.

“Okay, so do I just take it now or��?” she asked as she took the potion from his hand. It was the same potion she’d used during the brothers’ heat, only this was longer lasting with regard to time and helped to regulate the hormones inside her body.

“Yes, take it all. You won’t feel any different,” he assured with a slightly sweet smile, a smile he only kept for her. Without thinking she knocked the golden liquid back, humming at the sweet taste of honey, as silk liquid dripped down the back of her throat.

“You are an angel!” She smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek and the vial back in his hand. “I can’t stay for much longer; I have a meeting with Diavolo and Lucifer I must attend. Are you sure there is nothing I can do to thank you for your help?”.

The sorcerer sighed and rolled his eyes, she always did this. Offering a thank you for his assistance. “As I’ve told you before, the thank you is you letting me test out the potions on you.” ‘A real-life guinea pig’, he’d once teased her with.

“Well, I must dash. I’ll see you soon, okay?” She waved as she picked up her satchel before leaving purgatory hall and headed back to R.A.D. She’d never understood the twisted rumours she had heard about Solomon. He was always so sweet and pleasant to her. Although he could be mocking and demeaning at times, his words seemed more of a false threat than anything more. But his actions towards her were always soft and gentle.

As she walked back with a little skip in her step, Solomon turned back to his book upon the table. It was open to the page where the instructions for making his potions lay. He’d skimmed over the ingredients as he made it, as he had to make some minor adjustments. Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup was required, a vital ingredient, but notorious for being an aphrodisiac for demons if they came into contact with it. Even the residue from the bottle on her lips would set off intense lust inside a demon if she was to kiss them - and Solomon knew this was a contraception potion. She would most definitely be doing more than just kissing her demon lovers. He had to add in a set of ingredients to hold back the effects on demons so that this would only have effect on a human system. He didn’t dare risk sending the brothers into an accidental heat; he had heard from her (and Asmo) the extent of what had happened during their heat only a few weeks ago and couldn’t bear the thought of putting the poor girl through it again after she’d had such a short time to recover.

Only he didn’t notice an error in his work until it was too late...

“Once the liquid has cooled, add a few drops of blue fairy dust - check. To neutralize the effects of the Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup… oh,” Solomon stopped as he read out the remainder of the listing ingredients. “Well then… doesn’t this make for an interesting turn of events.” A dark smile grimacing over his face.

“Darling.” Lucifer smiled to see her walk into Diavolos' office, her uniform in perfect condition and hair without a single strand out of place. He beamed with pride at how beautifully she represented the school.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” She smiled back with a faint blush as Lucifer pressed a kiss to her cheek. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she sat beside Lucifer on the opposite side of Diavolos' desk. Dia felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, seeing the pair so smitten with each other, the glancing looks of admiration shared between them. He was more than glad to see his old friend so happy, even if it wasn’t with him… But that part of their relationship had ended many centuries ago out of fear of the council; Lucifer had refused to put Dia’s claim to the throne at jeopardy. Diavolo had never found a lover since. There had been the occasional one night stand before but nothing more serious than that. The council would be infuriated to find out about his past with Lucifer and his nightly activities with others. He’d thought Lucifer would never find another either, with the years he had spent alone and unloved. But then a ray of hope came into his life with the young girl opening up her heart to him and his brothers. Whilst Diavolo watched from the side lines, longing to be a part of it all as he, too, found himself purely intoxicated with the young female and wanted nothing more to have a stake of claim to her heart.

“____, it’s a pleasure as always,” Dia greeted her with a nod. “To continue from where we were…”

Diavolo carried on their conversation, about how well the exchange program was going and how she was receiving some of the best grades to be seen from pupils. All was going well, until she felt it.

At first it was just the normal burn. She knew sometimes it happened, a faint ovulation feeling. She didn't mind. But her eyes kept drifting over the two demons. She found her mouth going dry as she admired Diavolo, his strong arms... his general size. He and Beel were the largest men she knew. She wondered if-- Nope. She had to stop that right there. "A-ah Lucifer. I think we need to go." Her voice was meek, arousal getting worse the longer she was in the room with two extremely attractive demons. However, golden eyes were locked on her, and she was squirming.

"My dear, the meeting isn't over. We'll go once it is over."

“Lucifer... we really need to go.” Heat was rising amongst her cheeks, her fingers grasping the pleated edge of her uniform skirt. Every nerve in her body flooded, pulsing alive with arousal and a pool of liquid flushed between her thighs. The more she looked between the demons, one her superior, the other one of her pacted seven lovers. “Please.”

“My dove,“ Lucifer had started, a little huff of annoyance which peaked into curiosity at her soft whimper at him placing his hand on her thigh. His words pulled her away from her stare at Diavolo, crimson eyes meeting her lustful gaze.

“Lucifer-“ She was unable to stop her thighs parting slightly at the contact of his palm upon her thigh. The scent of her arousal grew thick in the air, hitting Lucifer instantly, him now realising the need of her pleas. And just as he was about to offer his hand to leave, a low growl came from the other side of the desk. Diavolo was not about to let this opportunity pass him by.

The look from Diavolo made her legs spread wider, her cheeks flushed red as she let out a short gasp. Her fingers reached to her side as she grasped the edge of her chair, both of the demon's eyes focusing on the rise of her skirt up her bare thigh and the straining of her nipples against the thin material of her bra and shirt. She looked desperate, felt desperate and just ached to be filled. A small ‘please’ mustered, not directly speaking to Lucifer but to both of them.

“I can’t wait until we get home.” As she began unbuttoning her shirt, the white of her bra peeked through, showing the fullness of her breasts. Any sense of shame had left her body, the only thing on her mind right now was to be ruthlessly taken and to quench this burning desire between her thighs. Lucifer had objected at first, but with how strong her scent was, he knew it would be a risk to get her home as any demon within a few meters radius would be able to catch her scent. A scent that was meant only for him and his brothers.

“You can have my office…” Diavolo had gestured, feeling sorry for the poor girl, having to watch her become undone so quickly. But as he walked past to offer them some space, her arm quickly caught his and a small doting look from her with the word, ‘Stay’ pushed him over the edge.

“Ngh- Dia!”.

A low chuckle came from the prince as he shifted slightly, tongue moving from her dripping clit to tease where her and Lucifer met. Lucifer was just as sensitive as he remembered. Whilst his mouth moved to capture his balls, Lucifer let out a deep hiss as his fingers gripped tightly onto the girls waist, Diavolos fingers continuing to tease their sticky meeting and her clit for the additional stimulation. The additional stimulation she had begged for.

Diavolo lay on his desk, his head close to hanging off the side whilst she hovered above him on all fours, his cock buried deep inside her mouth - well what she could take anyway - whilst her hand worked the rest of him. Lucifer stood behind her, impaling her onto his cock as he took her deep and fast, giving her exactly what she needed right now. Both Dia and Lucifer working together to bring her to climax after climax, each one melting into the next. Diavolo having to hold himself back a little every now and then, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in both of them and leave them in a heaving pool of his mess. But now wasn’t the time for that.

“Ah… ah! Diavolo!” she whimpered, her voice an octave higher than normal as one hand dug her nails into his thigh. The feeling of Lucifer fucking her with the touches of Diavolo on her clit and folds was too much, sending her barrelling into another high.

“Good girl,” Diavolo cooed, pulling his mouth from Lucifer’s balls to lap up the wetness that had drenched his cock each time he pulled out. “I believe it’s your turn now,”. Champagne orbs glistened but were missed by Lucifer as he clenched his eyes shut and let his jaw tense as the teasing actions of Diavolo.

“N-not yet Dia- focus on her first,” he grunted, snapping his hips quickly against hers as Diavolo’s mouth was once again on him, sucking in a motion that made the heat pool like a volcano ready to erupt at any given second. He needed Diavolo to stop now or it would be over and she was clearly far from being spent from the way she glanced over her shoulder and begged for more with the little words she could muster.

With a grunt Diavolo pulled himself away, latching his mouth onto her clit and feeling smug at the way she cried out. Her back arched as she clawed at his thighs, almost drawing blood, the weight of her breasts pushing down against his lower stomach was an added sensation in itself. The push and pull of her body rubbed her nipples against his skin, sending vibrations of her moans around Diavolos cock and across his body.

The wet sounds of slapping skin and Diavolos tongue against her rang through the office, Lucifer having put on an enchantment to block any sound leaving the room so they could attend to her needs without fear, Diavolo in amazement to see how sensitive she was to his touch, how good her essence tasted and just how mind blowing she felt with her lips wrapped around his cock. But, like Lucifer had said, this was about her pleasure and Diavolo didn’t want to blow his load until she was a whimpering mess.

“C-close!” High gasps growing louder with each breath, only a few thrusts after her previous orgasm,her walls beginning to tighten once more. Her arms wrapped tightly around Lucifer for support, his hands holding her waist tightly to guide her movements. Lucifer rested on Diavolos desk, her straddling as him as she rocked in his lap with the help of his movement whilst Diavolo pressed against her back, his lips focusing on her neck whilst his hands fondled her breasts. Tweaking her nipples in his index and thumbs, grinding against her behind whilst his cock slid between her thighs. The movement of her rocking, the clench of her thighs and the fleeting contact with Lucifer's cock was enough to keep him on the edge.

“That’s it princess,” Diavolo whispered softly into her ear, catching her lobe and giving it a gentle tug, his soft words touching her heart. With the little strength she had left, she turned her head, pulling an arm free from Lucifer to grasp the light-red hair and pull his face closer to hers. Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes lost in a galaxy haze, a goddess of lust was all Diavolo could think when he saw her. It was their first kiss, and far from their last, but the softness of it as they melted into each other made her clench tightly over Lucifer. The strong feeling of intimacy and love she shared with the brothers was portrayed with Diavolo as their lips continued to meet.

And as her climax hit her, she turned back to Lucifer, letting his lips glide over hers as they had done some many times, soft whimpers escaping their kiss, her body convulsing as it curled from the sheer force of her release before slumping against Lucifer’s chest, her thirst quenched and her body exhausted.

Her raven haired lover pressed a kiss to her temple, pushing her hair which was now stuck to her forehead out of the way and off her face. Diavolo’s hand wrapped around Lucifer’s on her waist, continuing the rocking motion as they both chased their release, Lucifer buried deep inside her and Diavolo snuggly between her thighs.

“Dia…” Lucifer thrusted up slightly at the feeling of his length pressing against his own each time he pulled out. Crimson eyes met golden over her shoulder as she lay panting against his chest, fingers curling over each other’s and before they knew it both leaned across to exchange a kiss.

A sloppy kiss, tongue and teeth meeting in a passionate exchange. A kiss that hadn’t happened for decades but had never lost its rhythm. A kiss that spoke a thousand words that could never be said out loud. It had been the end of both of them, lips sparking and igniting the fires within. Lucifer spilled deep inside her as Diavolo came upon the top of her thighs, finally marking her skin with his release.

The room fell silent apart from the sound of ragged breaths, the two men pressing their foreheads against her shoulder and back, holding her until her racing heart had finally calmed down.

Diavolo had seen them off, Lucifer carrying her to his car before whisking them home after a fleeting exchange of kisses from Diavolo to them both in the privacy of his office. Another demon, only this one being the prince, having stolen her heart.

“Take care of her,” Diavolo had whispered to his former lover, stroking her hair as she blissfully slept in Lucifer's arms. Her body was exhausted.

“I always do,” Lucifer gave the faintest of smiles to Diavolo before parting ways, his whole being flooded with pride to have two lovers back in his life.

Lucifer was ecstatic; nostalgia of feelings came flooding back that he had kept down with Diavolo. But he was also weary. This behaviour from her was completely askew. She’d teased Lucifer before in Diavolo’s and public presence, but never to the extent that she had begged him to take her there and then. Never had she looked so radiant yet so frustrated at the same time. And never had she been so unsatisfied that it had taken a few more rounds than normal to satisfy her. Something was wrong. The only thing Lucifer could think of was that the potion with Solomon had gone wrong and Lucifer needed to get to the bottom of it.

“Lock her in her room. No one is to enter until I get back. Do you understand?” Lucifer asked one final time to Satan and Belphegor, the pair of them sat outside her room. He had tucked her sleeping figure into bed, placing a spell on the door to ensure no one could get in. He needed to ensure first what was happening in case another episode occurred.

The morning and afternoon had faded by the time their session had ended, meaning Solomon would be finished from his afternoon classes. Unfortunately for Solomon, mixing up the potions would be the least of his troubles as Lucifer pinned him against the wall the second he caught sight of his white hair.

‘What did you do to her?!” Lucifer hissed, his eyes aglow as he leaned in closer to the young boy's face.

“Nothing. Nothing I swear,” Solomon was rolling his eyes; he was far from scared of Lucifer and it showed. “Just a little hiccup is all.”.

“Hiccup? Hiccup!” Lucifer mocked, steam ready to pour out of his nose and ears with anger. “She’s like a- like a…”.

“Like a demon in heat?” Solomon prodded the bear with his choice of words. “It’s fine Lucifer, just enjoy the fact she’s going to want to be on your cock endlessly for the next few days.”

A poor choice of words. A very poor choice of words.

If Lucifer’s anger hadn’t been poured into Satan then the clenched fist slammed directly into the wall would have landed straight on Solomon's face.

“What did you do,boy?” Lucifer raged into demon form, a row of fire lighting up behind him as he towered over Solomon, teeth snaring. The soft Lucifer had vanished. Facing Solomon right now was a beast, a beast that was angry. And for the first time Solomon was scared of the demon facing him.

“A mix up! A mix up, alright? She’s just got more hormones in her body than intended; it will wear off in the next few days but there is nothing I can do to help - it’s Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup”.

“Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup? But it didn’t affect me or Di-“ Lucifer stopped his sentence there.

“The potion is neutralised to only affect humans. And since humans don’t have blood like demons, the command won’t work to stop it either…”

‘So what you’re saying is-” Lucifer grasped his jacket and hoisted him up into the air.

“She’s in her own heat, so my advice to you and the others is to just be prepared and help her because it’s going to be a long ride for her.” With that sentence, Lucifer dropped Solomon to the floor, letting him fall with a thump before racing back to the house of Lamentation.

“Who does he think he is? Barking his commands at us, I swear he- oi! Are you even listening?” Satan punched his younger sibling in the arm. Belphegor, who’d started to fall asleep, slumped against the wall, jolted forward.

“Ay! What’s your problem?” Snarling slightly before pushing the long curve of hair out of his face, he said “We just gotta sit here until Lucifer comes back.”

Even saying the name of their eldest brother made both of their blood boil.

“Well anyway, I’m not here on babysitting duty.” Satan took hisD.D.D, turning it off before putting it back in his pocket. “Still got him blocked?”.

“Would you unblock someone who shoved you in an attic?” Belph rolled his eyes.

“Touché,” Satan nodded before pushing himself off the wall. “What do you reckon is wrong with her? She looked wrecked. Reckon something went wrong with Solomon?”

“I wouldn’t put it past that slimy wizard… No good for nothing-“ Belph muttered before stopping, a noise from inside making them both still. The young girl was calling out for Lucifer in a confused manner, only infuriating the brothers more.

“Why does Lucifer always get her to himself? Always giving out his commands,” Satan growled as he ran a hand through his hair. “Enough is enough, I’m not listening to his rules. Fuck him.”

“Hey Satan, you really gonna mess with Lucifer?” Belphegor's eyes lost all sleepiness as they sparkled with mischief.

“Lucifer…?” She continued to call out. “Anyone?” She took a few steps outside her room. She knew she had heard voices but to whom they belonged she was unsure. Her bare feet padded along the dark corridor, following the noises that lured her.

She was pleasantly surprised to find that when she woke up the muscle aches she thought she would have were not there. Something in the potion must work to help soothe her aches. Lucifer had undressed her from her sweat soaked uniform and covered her in her nightie.

She couldn’t stop the flush of her cheeks after her actions this afternoon; she had felt like she’d lost all control of her body and given into the need of sexual desires - which normally wasn’t a problem, but begging Lucifer and Diavolo to ravage her in the middle of a meeting was a different story. She was searching for Lucifer to apologise for her behaviour, although secretly she knew both of them had enjoyed it just as much as she had. Today had marked a new day for someone to become part of their relationship, from seven lovers to now eight. Knowing Diavolo would not allow this to be a one time thing - which she was rather excited about.

“Lucifer? Are you in here? I- I wanted to apologise for earlier-“ She knocked on his office door, pausing as she walked in, “Oh.” Her eyes fell on the pair causing havoc in Lucifer’s office.

“Stop being such a sloth! Faster!” Satan was unscrewing the lids of Lucifer's ink bottles before placing them back down, so when Lucifer next used them the ink would most likely spill everywhere.

“I’m going as fast as I can! Stop rushing me!” Belphegor's tongue was sticking out of his mouth in concentration, counting out five sheets before pulling one from the stacking pile of work on the desk. He continued this down until he had a few sheets of paperwork in his hand, meaning every fifth paper from his stack was missing. Both of them were going out of their way to mess with Lucifer in a way they knew would annoy him most.

“Ah!” Satan squealed to see her standing in the doorway, dropping one of the bottles and sending ink dropping to form a thick black puddle on the carpet. “Oh, it’s you. I thought you were Lucifer.”

“Pft, how does a human girl look anything like Lucifer?” Belph gave her a warm smile and gestured for her to enter properly. “What are you doing out of bed? Lucifer told us to guard you.”

“Guard me?” She laughed, her smiling instantly brightening up their moods. “I just- I wasn’t feeling too well, but I feel better now.” She took a few steps further into Lucifer's office, carefully avoiding the ink stain.

“Good. How did it go with Solomon, kitten? Everything in the clear?” Satan took her hand and pressed a delicate kiss to it. In his moments of affection she really did question how he could be the avatar of wrath.

“All good,” she nodded, letting out a gasp to feel two arms encircle her waist and pull her close.

“That’s great news, because you know,” Belphegor was embracing her to him, his nose tracing over her neck inhaling the delicate scent of lavender and rose from her skin with a low groan, “tonight’s my night with you.” She was glad her face was hidden from view as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Belph was the most affectionate towards her. The sweetest of kisses, the warmest of hugs, the doting affection he only gave to her, the way he’d kiss her so softly before whispering, “Good morning my sunshine.” Because in Belph’s eye, she was his sun, bringing light and life into his world. In heat he was a beast, but outside of it he was a sleepy teddy bear, who just wanted to love her with everything he had.

“You won’t get anything if you don’t sort out this mess,” she huffed, trying to distract herself from the tingle in her thighs. She could feel it happening again, the same empowerment she had felt in Diavolo’s office, stirring stronger from the smallest of Belphegor's affection and touches.

“No. No stop that, you’re ruining it,” Satan grumbled as she began putting the paperwork back in its position.

“One, two, three, fou-oh!” Her sentence slurred into a moan as Belphie pressed his body up against her back, pinning her slightly to the desk. Two warm palms began teasing the back of her thighs before pressing flat against her skin and pushing upwards slowly. The thin material of her nightie, which skirted mid-thigh, crept slowly up. Belph expected her to slap his hands away, but he never expected for her to part her legs a little wider for him to witness the already wet flesh between her bare thighs. A low hum rang against her neck, one hand cupping the round curve of her ass and giving it a playful squeeze.

“I think,” came Belph’s voice, dropping into a huskier tone, “that this is enough mischief for one day. Let us retire to my room.”

“Like hell you are!” Satan snapped, pulling Belphs gaze away from her slickened folds. “She’s more aroused than usual; I should know.”. His words were followed by a smug snicker. “I bet she’s thinking of him.” ‘Him’ being a reference to Lucifer.

“Actually,” her hands gripped onto the edge of the desk, giving in once more to the heat that burned across her body whilst her cunt clenched with need, “I was thinking of both of you and all the mess we could cause over this desk.” As she finished her words, she pressed back to rub against Belphegor's crotch which was already rapidly hardening from scent and sight alone.

“No fair, my love, it is my night with you.” He gave her ass another squeeze. As much as he hated sharing her, the thought of having her on Lucifers desk was arousing to him. Knowing Lucifer would have to see the marks that she left, smell her scent upon the table and having to know that it was him and Satan that were the reason for it. It would drive him wild, which would essentially drive both the two brothers wild with enthusiasm.

“And a night with me you will get, I promise.” Turning her head over her shoulder to catch his lips, she let his eager tongue part her lips as it sought out her own.

“This isn’t what I had in mind.” Satan was huffing against her neck for the third time in ten minutes,

“Just be patient, it is his night after all,” she replied as she pushed Belph flat against Lucifers desk before straddling him, whilst Satan was pressed as close as he could behind her. With one hand wrapped around his cock, she lowered herself down, still sensitive from the previous high that they brought her to with their fingers and mouths. “Oh god… Belph!” Her finger grasped at his hoodie, both him and Satan still fully dressed whilst her nightie had been tossed to the floor.

Belph couldn’t find the words to respond, watching her sink down as his cock disappeared inside her tight heat. She was wetter than he or Satan had ever seen her, bursting and coming to life as she told them exactly what she needed, letting the lust and arousal in her body speak for her.

His fingers traced up her thighs, hands ghosting over her waist and behind, leaving a trail of goosebumps upon her skin as she whined loudly. The teasing touches and the stretch of him inside her was too much, walls pulsing as she came with him fully hilted inside her. Her jaw slackened and a cold sweat ran down the back of her spine, the salted droplets being lapped up from Satan as his hands continued to squeeze over her breasts.

“Kitten- I really need to be inside you,” he groaned, the head of his cock pressing against the left cleft of her ass leaving a clear mark of pre-release upon her skin.

“Lube is in… the… top drawer,” she panted, letting her movements slow down as she rode out her high. This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten down and dirty in this office, having provided a very stunned Lucifer with a one-on-one private show of her and her toy collection whilst he worked.

All Belph could do was groan and raise his hips every so often, hitting all the perfect angles inside her to make stars dance across her vision. Her movements kept on at a slow pace whilst Satan prepared himself.

“Be a good kitten and make them wet,” he commanded as he stood back behind her, letting his fingers thrust into her mouth at the same time she lowered and raised over Belph.

Another climax hit her when Satan’s fingers began playing and teasing her puckered hole from behind before a finger, dripping with saliva, slowly pushed in. The slow rhythm of her movements allowed for Satan to let her body adjust before two fingers were thrusting inside her. Each time they pulled back, her muscles clenched sending Belph into a groaning mess at her spasming walls.

“More,” she begged, her fingers ripping the front of Belph’s clothes as she grinded forward to feel him hit against her g-spot.

“Good girl kitten, that’s it - relax,” Satan cooed, his fingers removed to only be replaced with something much larger and thicker.

“Relax,” Belphegor encouraged, leaning up the best he could as he pulled her down by her shoulders to kiss her. Satan slowly pushed in, her whimpers and moans caught by Belphs mouth, until finally two cocks were buried to the hilt inside her. Satan did nothing more than pull out as Belph thrusted up, sending her headfirst into another climax. Her palm scratched at the wooden desk below Belphs shoulders, leaving curled pieces of wood right in front of where Lucifer would sit.

“There! There! Fuck- like that,” her head being thrown back in bliss at their rhythm. One would thrust whilst the other pulled back, gaining a pace that had slapping skin ringing through the office. The pace would slow when one got close, wanting to focus on her and leaving her with the ability to only say their names and think of them. Belph continued to tease her skin with faint touches, the occasional grab of her waist to guide her before ghosting over her skin once more. When her breath became a high pitched gasp, her lust filled eyes would catch his, a signal for him to help push her over the edge. Satan’s hands would tug her nipples, his sharp teeth nipping at her stretched neck whilst Belph’s thumb would rub tight circles over her swollen clit, perfectly synchronised to bring her tumbling straight over the edge of sanity.

Climax after climax hit her, tongue lolling to the side at being penetrated by both of them. It wasn’t something she was new to; being in a relationship with seven brothers meant double, sometimes even triple, penetration was a regular occurrence. But never did she feel this full, this ravenous.

By the time Satan and Belph had spilled inside her, Lucifer's desk was soaked in fluids, paperwork and hardwood stained with her release that had soaked down Belphegor's thighs and onto the surface below. Each time Satan had thrusted into her, traces of lube would drip down their thighs to pool onto a puddle on the floor. Her scent stained the room, which Lucifer wouldn’t have minded but it was tainted with the hint of his brothers.

And to make matters worse for their eldest brother, Satan had snapped a photo whilst she was mid-orgasm. Ensuring to get his cock stretching her ass whilst Belph fucked her pussy. The photo itself was a masterpiece: Her back arched, head pressing against Satan's shoulders with her eyes tightly shut and her own hands pinching her nipples; The face of someone lost in the wild abandonment of pleasure. A caption of ‘Can’t believe you tried to hide this’ followed.

“I think we made a pretty good mess, Kitten,” Satan panted against her shoulder, his face as red as her behind which had been slapped multiple times ather request.

“I don’t think I can move,” she whispered, her legs purely boneless as Belph sat up to carry her bridal style.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Satan yelled, watching Belph carry her out of the room, leaving the office stained and her nightie upon the floor.

“I told you,” Belph growled lowly, “it’s my night with her.”

Regardless of how fast Lucifer had run, he was too late. He stumbled into his sex-scented office. Release from her left a sticky glaze over his desk whilst scratch marks looked like a beast had clawed at them. His gloved hands held tightly onto the nightie upon the floor. The mess of his desk was an issue for another time; he would place no blame upon her.

“You utter imbecile!” Fangs pointed out from his gums as he found Satan alone in the library in the west wing of the house.

“You saidto not let anyone in; you didn’t say she couldn’t come out,” Satan taunted, smugness plastered over his face. He knew Lucifer had seen his office from the silk material of her clothes he still clutched in his hand. He also knew he had seen the explicit image he had made sure to send him. “As I said, why did you try to hide her?”

“The potion went wrong. She’s in heat.” Lucifer watched as Satan’s eyes sparkled.

“But that’s impossible. She’s a human, how did-“ the blonde began.

“Solomon. Solomon is how.” Lucifer pushed a hand through his hair. “Where is she now?”.

“In the attic.” Satan returned to his book as Lucifer turned on his heel. “But Lucifer.” Lucifer threw his head over his shoulder, ready for a snide remark about the activities that went on in his office. “Normally I wouldn’t bother about you but, for her sake, I’d leave them be.”

“And why’s that?” Lucifer stopped and turned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Satan continued to express his smugness, his eyes peering over the top of his book. “Remember when Levi was in heat and destroyed that Ruri-chan pillow?”.

“Of course… he bit Mammon for trying to take it away”

His lips curling into a smirk, Satan put his book down. “Belphegor is the pillow.”

“Good morning my little star-light.” Belphegor brushed her hair out of her face, a sleepy smile on his face. His eyes still shut, the urge to fall back to sleep lulling him into the warmth embrace.

“Good morning you,” she yawned, eyes fluttering open as Belph’s strong arms pulled her close. The warmth of his skin against her and the content smile on his face was a sin of its own kind. A small giggle left her as he pulled her closer, burying her head against his chest. “We need to get up soon.” As she pressed a trail of small kisses over his heart, she smiled to herself to feel the hardness already pressing against her stomach.

“I thought you would have been worn out after last night,” he gasped as her hand teased its way into his boxers, wrapping around his cock and stroking in a lazily manner.

“I was but-“ Her body felt rejuvenated and fresh, no muscle aches, only heat coursing through her veins. “I’m hungry for more.” A deep groan filled the attic space as her mouth replaced her hand, waking Belph and repaying him tenfold for the way he had satisfied her the previous night.

When she finally pulled herself out of the attic, leaving Belph still panting and breathless from the way her mouth had worked over him, she ran straight into Lucifer. Luckily, Belph had dressed her in one of his hoodies for her modesty, not that she minded.

“My dove, you really should rest. I fear you cannot leave the house in your state.” Lucifer cupped her cheek and was rubbing his thumb softly against her. “It is not safe for you”

“Lucifer, I- I’m so sorry for yesterday, I really don’t know what came over me…” A blush spread across her cheeks. Even now, as he glanced down at her, the top of her thighs became damp and she regretted the lack of underwear she had on.

“My dear-“ He stopped, pupils widening at the heavenly scent hitting his nose She was extremely aroused. “It appears Solomon gave you the wrong potion; yours is filled with an aphrodisiac we can’t control. It should fade in a few days, but for the time being it is safest for you to stay here.”.

She nodded in response, pressing herself closer to him and letting her fingers toy with the buttons of his waistcoat.

“Lucifer...,” she meekly whispered, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into her kiss, letting his arms hold onto her shoulders as she continued to press against him. “I want to thank you for yesterday.” Her fingers slowly unpopped a button and she began pressing her lower half against him in a silent plea as her tongue playfully darted across his lower lip. She was losing her self control in a rapid manner, whining heavily as he pulled back.

“I fear I have matters to attend to today, otherwise I would be more than happy to keep you content in the confines of my room.” He watched as her eyes sparkled with lust, a hint of disappointment forming over her face.

“I’ll be waiting for you to come home,” she pouted as he did up the buttons she’d undone.

She ate breakfast and had a bath to calm herself down before pulling out her small vibrator and withering away in her satin sheets. Is what she would have done if she had listened to Lucifer. Instead, she showered and set off to find the sorcerer who had caused all her problems, hoping to find a way for him to help calm her constant need.

Dressed in a white summer dress, a slightly plunge top with a skater skirt and her hair down in loose curls, off she went to him in purgatory hall. It probably wasn’t the best decision to wear such a short dress but her skin felt on fire; clothes were just too restrictive at the moment. She’d cleaned her thighs before she left, making her best effort to prevent her scent from wandering demons. And all was going well until a masculine scent hit her nose. One of Beel’s team mates walked past her; he must have been to the gym as sweat gleamed off his shirtless body. The smell of pheromones hit her instantly and she felt a throb between her legs instantly ruining her underwear. The scent of her was caught by the demon, who turned whilst sniffing into the air. She had to move quickly or he’d trace the scent to her.

With a frantic look around, she realised how far she still was from Solomon’s quarters but luckily Simeon’s room was only a few doors away from where she stood. Without a second though she raced to the room, listening as footsteps quickly approached behind her. Without knocking, she flung herself into Simeon’s room, thanking anyone and everyone that the door was open. Only, she didn’t expect to see what she did inside.

“Normie…?” Leviathan called out as she panted against the door. In the glowing light of the room were Simeon and Leviathan sat at a table, a stack of comics between them.

“Levi? Oh god, Levi, it’s you.” She took a few running steps to embrace him from behind as he sat down, sending the boy redder than beetroot. “Oh, and Simeon, I’m so sorry for barging in.”

“It is quite alright my sweet,” the angel said, smiling wholesomely at her. “You look parched. What happened?”

“Oh I just-“ she started, her eyes falling to the exposed muscles of his biceps. Beneath his cloak and visible from his black top was the clear outline of his god-sculpted body. A body that made her lose all train of thought.

“Yo, normie?” Levi pinched her hand gently to break her trance.

“Huh? Oh sorry, I just thought someone was following me. Would it be okay if I hung out here for a little while to calm down?” By ‘calm down’ she meant for her core to stop pulsing and her thighs to stop rubbing together. She was getting worse by the minute sitting with the two boys, the total opposites of each other; the demon of envy and the most angelic angel to walk the dusty pits of hell. A yin and yang she most definitely wanted to be in the middle of. “So what are you doing here Levi?” She pulled herself off him and took a seat between them.

Levi, unable to stop the breath hitching in his throat when she walked in, could scent her before she even walked through the front door. And that was when he realised why she came running into Simeon’s room. Any demon nearby would have been able to pick up her scent with how strong it was. He also sensed her rapid heart beat, pumping and throbbing like her pulse as red tinted her cheeks the look of arousal written all over her face.

“Levi here is showing me the ways of ‘manga’,” Simeon smiled, oblivious to the way the young girl was fidgeting in her seat.

“Normie, are you alright?” The purple haired demon asked as he watched her. He’d received a message in the group chat from Lucifer to state she was, quote, in a ‘situational state’ with nothing more. Satan had replied with a smirk emoji, leaving Levi to question what exactly was happening.

“I- I need to use the bathroom.” she stammered as the rising colour of her cheeks spread down her neck and chest, making the white dress glow atop of her skin. The more she looked between the two, the more her mind wandered into dirty territory...

“Normie, you don’t look well.”

Both Leviathan and Simeon reached out to hold her arms. The young girl’s back arched at the contact and gripped the table edge as she stood up, unable to look either of them in the eye as she was unable to hold back the moan, the slight of touches having sent her in the deepest pit of lust and arousal.

“Levi-“ She finally turned her head over her shoulder to meet his gaze, her eyes swimming and lost behind a clear gaze. Cheeks flushed and her lips parted, she didn’t have to say another word for Leviathan to understand. This was the state Lucifer was clearly on about. With her legs spread a little, the aroma of her arousal quickly found itself to both him and Simeon and Levi knew in that moment just how desperate the situation was.

“Shit normie.. I-“ Leviathan scratched the back of his neck as he looked between her and Simeon, unsure of how to handle the situation.

Simeon watched her, a familiar tension building in his stomach, a feeling he often felt around her but was usually able to ignore. But in this moment it was almost overpowering, overwhelming and he was unable to fight the strong stir of emotions inside him.

“Simeon… I’m so sorry-“ she began and, as she turned, the angel felt himself crumple from the heated gaze that bore down at him as passionate lust took over his body.

The potion may have had no effect on demons, but the scent alone was enough to have an impact on the angel, sending him into an aroused state.

“Do not apologise, my sweet.” Simeon took one of her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “You by far smell more sweet than anything I have come across. Do not deny yourself the pleasure you desire.” He nodded at Levi who stood up to wrap his arms around her waist. “Use my room as you please.”

“Is this okay?” Levi whispered into the shell of her ear, worried about her more than anything else. Her answer came in a quick nod and her hands bunched up the skirt of her dress to expose the white silk resting upon her skin.

Simeon’s heart was racing as he sat forward, intrigued to watch Levi slowly tug down her underwear, watching the gloss of her arousal stick to the fabric before it pooled to a heap on the floor. A groan filled the room. She was unsure if it came from Levi or Simeon.

“Please…” she whispered, spreading her legs as she bent forward, exposing her drenched cunt to both of them.

Eager eyes flitted between the two of them, Simeon still watching the couple. How Levi had knelt down, spreading the cheeks of her behind to gain better access to her before letting his serpent tongue flicker across her wet slit. How her arms gave out and she fell flat against the oak table, letting her hips buck against his face as he kept her ass in place whilst his tongue disappeared between her velvety folds. How she lost herself when her climax hit after only a few moments calling out for more.

“Leviathan,” she whispered so sweetly as she turned around once his mouth had pulled away from her, the same lips slicked with wetness pressing against her own as her tongue played with his, which had just brought her intense pleasure.

“I got you.” Hushed whispers shared against her lips as she hastily undid his belt, her hand diving into the confines of his boxers to wrap around his cock, stroking it until he was fully hard, both of them almost forgetting about their audience as he pushed her down, spreading her thighs and pushing them around his waist as he lined himself up against her, taking her with no resistance as he slid into her tight heat.

It was lustful, it was a sin, but most importantly it was love. The reassuring whispers of “I’ve got you, I love you,” as Levi drove deeper into her. His hands holding her waist as he pulled her up to meet his thrusts, her legs tightly around his waist squeezing and tensing with each rock of his hips. The thin silk of her drenched underwear hanging off her ankle, swaying with each movement, almost taunting Simeon as he watched on.

It was the soft whimpers of ‘harder’ that pulled him from his trance, shining eyes of blue meeting hers in a gaze as they stared on in wonder. Her dress pushed up just enough to bare her waist, her breasts spilling from the top half and bouncing forward with each thrust. Back arched like a bow reaching breaking point off the table, petite hands grasping at anything they could find. And, whilst he and her held eye contact, he watched in awe as she came. Her voice raising into a high pitch moans, chest rising and collapsing quickly, her body curling as they finally broke eye contact when her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moans were so sweet they made the angel blush. He was positive they could part the clouds and give a direct pathway to the gates of heaven.

It made him wonder how something so beautiful and breathtaking could be such a sin.

It was that which ruined the angel. He was unable to stop himself as a hand began to palm over his erect cock in his pants. Scent, sight and sound became too overbearing for him as he gave into the heat of his need.

The air in the room had changed, Leviathan too busy driving into her to notice it. His grunts and the slapping of his skin echoed off the walls, whilst she came down from her high to fix on Simeon. Watching him as he watched her, his pupils expanding as his tongue darted out to wet his parched lips whilst he continued to touch himself above his clothes.

By her third orgasm, Leviathan was unable to stop himself holding back, gritting his teeth as his pace began to falter. His eyes screwed shut as his jaw clenched, a stuttered groan came as he released inside her, pressing himself tightly against her to be sure he filled her with everything he had, her name hot off his lips as he leaned down to kiss her, keeping themselves together as they basked in their afterglow.

“You did so good,” He praised, cupping her cheek as he wiped away the tears that formed under her eyes. Until finally he pulled out of her, his seed from inside her spilling onto the table beneath. “I’ll get a towel,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze before leaving the room. She would have blissfully laid against the table not moving, but the presence of another kept her from doing so.

“Simeon…” Her voice angelic to his ears as she sat up, her breasts swaying as she stood in front of him, slowly kneeling down. “My sweet, sweet, angel…” The tan of his skin was flushed red as her eyes wandered down, his hand continuing to mess over the front of his trousers as he looked at her like a helpless lamb. “Let me.” She leaned up as she ghosted her lips against his in a way to test him, to test if he’d show any protest but instead he melted into her, letting his lips glide over hers as if that was their sole purpose.

Her hand slowly trailed up his thighs, parting his legs as she fitted between them. Her own hand replaced his as he whined softly against her. Hands slowly unpopped the buttons, the haste from before now eased into a soothing-time stopping pace. No rush, just slow, burning desire.

“Am I the first?” She questioned, gently nipping at his lower lip as his trousers and boxers slowly came down, her hand ghosting over his erect length but not fully touching.

“Y-yes.” His breath hitched to feel her hand slowly wrap around him. Her eyes widened in shock at the length of him; the gods had truly blessed him.

“Oh- I-“ His words were lost as his hips slowly bucked into her touch.

“Do you want me to stop?” Letting him free of her hand, she stared up at him with doting affection.

“Please-don’t,” he said, taking a deep breath as she wrapped her hand back around him, her face leaning close.

“My beautiful angel… my sweet, sweet angel,” she cooed, letting her hand move over him in a gentle grip, savouring the noises he made. The world was completely forgotten,the two of them sharing an intimate moment as she wetted her lips before slowly taking his head into her mouth. His fingers grasped the edge of the chair, twitching as he breathed out in a stuttered breath. His mind went blank as she took him in further, pulling him into the wet depths of her mouth. Her name left his mouth like a chant, repeated like a prayer he spoke every morning and night.

Leviathan had entered back into the room, pausing before turning and leaving the pair alone in their tender moment.

Heat pooled in Simeon’s stomach as her lips touched the base of his cock, unable to hold back the groan as the pit inside him dropped. His eyes shut tight as white heat took over him, and then he was spilling down the back of her throat with no warning.

She hollowed her cheeks as she swallowed his plentiful release, sucking him dry before releasing him. His taste was sweet, lingering, leaving a pleasant taste in her mouth.

“My perfect angel,” she said, pressing a kiss to his head as his hand moved and intertwined with hers. Nothing in all of heaven had made him feel as good as she had.

“She will be safe here,” Simeon’s face softened as he stared at the young girl asleep in his bed. After the events of earlier, she had passed out with a blissful face whilst the angel and demon cleaned up. “I’ve put a protection charm on the door. No one will be able to get in.”

“It’s not them getting in I’m worried about it’s her getting out,” Leviathan sighed, running his hands over his face. The two boys agreed to never speak of what had happened earlier, for an angel to allow lust to take over his actions especially from watching acts of a demon.

“I promise you, no harm will come to her. Have you spoken to Lucifer?”

“Yes, he was so pissed she came out. But she’s like the rest of us; never listens to him,” Levi chuckled, watching her sleeping figure cosy up in the blankets. “I guess that’s why we all love her.”

“And did Lucifer explain this- her behaviour..?”

“One guess.”

“Solomon?” Simeon rolled his eyes.

“Bingo. Something about the wrong potion, her basically being in heat, I don’t know. It’s something he needs to explain in person. He was too busy yelling down the phone.”

“She is safe here, my friend. Let us wait until Lucifer comes.” Simeon reached for a comic off the table, intending to pick up the conversation from before she had come in. Only to stop when he saw wetness that they’d missed coating the cover.

Lucifer had gone ballistic when he arrived, all his rage was bubbling through him as he yelled left, right and center. “You disobeyed me! how could you be so reckless?” He had scorned her, towering over her with gritted teeth. His words stopped and his anger subsided as her bottom lip trembled, her eyes filling with tears as she hung her head in shame. A weak, “I’m sorry,” made him pull her into his hold tightly, showering her forehead with kisses. He knew it wasn’t her fault; he was simply worried. Worried that if another had scented her the way she was then they would try to take her. “From now on, I need you to stay in the house, okay?” he said, cupping her face as he whispered softly, kissing her gently, hoping she would understand without him saying the words to show how worried he had been.

Lucifer took her home and straight to his room, informing the brothers not to disturb them. He ran her a bath with rose petals, resting her back against his chest as he cradled her close, whispering sweet words of praise as he washed her. That night, he cared for her, letting his fingers work her she was almost sobbing for him to fill her properly.

In the morning he had to go back to work. As much as he wanted to be with her, his loyalty to Diavolo came first. This time, however, he placed an enchantment on the whole house, ensuring the girl would not be able to leave; the front door, window and back door glued shut if she tried to open them. If another demon opened them and she tried to exit, they would face an electric shock, both of them. It even included the windows; he knew Belphegor had a tendency to sneak out of the attic window. Lucifer was taking no risk or chance. The only way she could leave was if Lucifer left with her or if he lifted the enchantment.

She woke up alone, throwing on one of Lucifer's shirts. Even his lingering scent was arousing, regardless of the way he’d taken care of her in the night. The potion was ruining her. None of the aches or the worn out muscles remained, only fresh feelings and a warm glow.

She left his room and walked along the corridor until she heard it.

“Sweeeeeeetie,” Asmo yelled, running, well, skipping, towards her at the top of his voice.

“Asssssie,” she laughed as he picked her up with ease, using strength only a few demons ever got to see. Her shirt lifted as she wrapped her legs around him.

“I heard someoooone’s been in a little trouble the last few days,” he teased in a singsong voice, walking with her in his arms. “I’m offended you didn’t come to me first.” He pouted as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a slow kiss.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now baby,” she whispered, letting that feeling of heat take over once more.

Asmo carried her into his room, keeping one arm around her as he ran a bath, kissing her tenderly whilst the water drew to the right heat, his hands slowly peeling off her shirt until his fingers glided over her soft skin.

“So perfect,” he whispered, letting her undo his own clothes, his trousers dropping to the floor as he picked her up and settled her into the water. He lay back with her straddling him, his mouth nipping gently at her neck as his hand dipped below the water to ghost over her thighs. “And I thought I was meant to be the lustful one,” he teased at the scent of her arousal, his eyes sparkling as he felt her heartbeat quicken.

She didn’t have time to answer back with quick wit, instead letting his fingers work inside her until she came over them, the water splashing at the sides of the tub as she rocked gently over his until he sat up and began to push her back gently.

“No,“ she blushed and stopped him, pushing him back down and taking his length into her hand. “I want to be on top.”

Asmo showed no sign of protest, holding her waist gently as his hands brushed up and down her sides whilst she lowered herself onto him. Whilst he knew he was skilled at giving pleasure to his lovers, that he liked to be in control, she needed this more. To let herself set the pace, the mood, the angle. She needed control more than he did at this moment.

One arm circled her waist to keep her close, the other cupping her breast in his palm, squeezing it softly as it bounced in his hold. Her moans were captured by his mouth, a sweet kiss at first only breathing away for air., before pulling back to each other, this time tongues slipping between the velvet folds of their mouths, desperately searching for each other.

He kept her pressed against him when she came, whining so softly against his lips. His arm around her kept her close even as she tried to pull away naturally, her walls pulsing as he felt every tight flutter over him.

“That’s it, you're so good,” he cooed softly, taking his hand off her breast to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His lips touched her ear as he shallowly rocked up against her.

He encouraged her through another climax; he was skilled in holding off his own until finally he could do so no more. The water around them was now lukewarm as she pressed her lips tightly against his, the avatar of lust unable to resist anymore as he spilled inside her, bringing her to one final climax from the throb of his head against her cervix.

He refused her help as he cleaned her thighs and skin with a wet cloth from the side, pressing kisses to her glowing lips. He enjoyed afterwards with her just as much sex itself; she brought him a different type of pleasure. The cuddles, the kisses, the reassurance through panting breaths, the way she looked so radiant as she curled up against him, still a little hazy and drunk off pleasure. He was good at that, making her feel so blissed out that words, colours and meaning to anything no longer made sense.

“I have a class I need to start getting ready for, sweetie.” Asmo pressed a kiss to her forehead, peeling himself away from her even though she clung after him as he placed her on his bed. “I skipped biology this morning, but it’s okay. I got a more physical lesson than R.A.D could ever teach.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully. “Here, this will satisfy you until someone’s back.” Asmo pulled out a toy that curved, passing her a remote. It was her toy, one that Asmo had bought for her when they began experimenting with different ones. He peppered kisses up her thighs before slowly easing it into her. It wasn’t as thick or as big as any of the brothers but at least it did all the work for her to satisfy her.

She had already begun withering from it’s touch, the curve of it hitting against her g-spot with a humming vibration. Asmo stood for a few moments in silence, in admiration of her. She was beautiful. He didn’t have words for how special she was to him or his brothers, their human captivating the hearts of demons and giving them a piece of her own in return. He was just about to pull himself away to finally leave for class when his door open and in strolled-

“Solomon?” Looking on in confusion, the young girl quickly closed her spread thighs as the sorcerer came walking in as if he belonged.

“My, my.” He had a cheshire grin full of darkness, “So it is true.”

“Solomon, what are you- Get out!” Asmo took a step but a flick of the wrist from Solomon had him frozen in place. Asmo’s eyes darted to her in worry, unable to move any other part of his body.

“My dear, I can practically sense your heat from here,” Solomon grinned as he focused his attention on her. She was softly mewling as the toy continued on a low intensity with her legs shut. “Don’t fear, I won’t touch.” He knew that if he placed a hand on her in this state, the brothers would feel it due to their pacts and it would only be a matter of seconds before Lucifer appeared. “I just want to watch.” He’d been fascinated at Lucifer's claims, that a human had gone into heat by his doing and he longed to see the effects of it in person himself. “May I?”

The girl nodded and gently parted her thighs; she knew Solomon wouldn’t hurt her. She also knew of his ‘relationship’ with Asmo. If Asmo trusted him, then so did she. “I won’t touch her, I swear.” Solomon turned to Asmo with a soft look in his ashen eyes. With a click Asmo was free, stumbling forward slightly before stopping.

“Sweetie… are you sure about this?” Asmo placed his hand on her knee and squeezed it slightly with reassurance.

“Yes,” she breathed out in a part whine, the toy continuing to buzz inside her, making her stomach light, her eyes heavy with desire as they met Solomon’s. She let her thighs spread further, giving them a full view of her glistening folds as she gently gripped the sheets below.

Solomon watched with sparkling eyes of lust as she came, quickly followed by another orgasm as Asmo cooed her softly through them, telling her how good she was. But by that point, Solomon was losing his composure. The scent of her heat was affecting him. He knew the potion she had taken had no effect on demons, but after his conversation with Simeon and the way his own body was becoming heated, he was feeling first hand that the effects could pass on to humans and other godly creatures.

“Touch her,” he commanded, peering down at Asmo as his hand moved to palm over the bulge growing in his black slacks. He would stay true to his word, he would not touch her, but he’d never said Asmo couldn’t.

The flames of pleasure licked her lower stomach, a strong sensation she had only felt a few times before building inside.

“A-Asmo-!” Her voice was wavering and brimmed to the lid with lust, her hands shaking as they grasped at his golden-brown hair.

“"Look at that, Asmo... She cums as easily as you. Just another needy little slut." Solomon's words were sharp, mocking, with a grin on his face, "The great Asmodeus, outdone by a needy slutty human. You should be ashamed."His words were followed by a harsh blow, the sound of the slap ricocheting off the walls as his hand came down onto Asmo’s ass.

The mumbles of pleasure from the avatar of lust vibrated against her. His tongue languidly licked at her swollen clit whilst two fingers curled up against her walls, pressing over and over against the spot that was rendering her breathless and seeing stars. He wanted to gaze up, admire her body writhing in pleasure with his rose-gold eyes but the way Solomon was roughly pounding into him from behind had them rolling to the back of his skull.

The thrusts from Solomon had Asmo pulling and pushing away from her folds, her hips grinding desperately back against him in need of friction until her hands anchored his head in place to keep him where she desperately needed him. She whimpered his name, thick pools of lust beneath her eyes gazing up and meeting’s Solomon’s. His brow was knitted, his jaw clenched as he drove into Asmo, each thrust harder than the last. His perfect shade of winter eyes baring down at her was the final push she needed.

Her thighs trembled as her toes curled, gasping profoundly into the air with loud curses as every nerve inside her body set alight whilst every hair on her skin stood up. Her spine curved as she rose off the bed, thick rivulets of her arousal releasing from the build up of pressure inside her.

The hot squirt against his mouth and hand had Asmo undone; getting her to squirt had only happened on a few occasions. He whined heavily, almost louder than her as he came, shooting thick white against his torso as it dripped onto the floor. Solomon growled lowly at the tight clench of Asmo around him, his cock heavily throbbing inside him until he found his own release. His hips pressed harshly against his ass, his cock pulsing as he came inside him.

"You're just a natural slut like Asmo here. Such messy people." Solomon chuckled, slightly breathless as he gazed down at the mess glazing Asmo's skin. The demon surprisingly went red-faced under his words. "Little sluts need to be kept under control. Who knows the trouble you'd get into?" His gaze flickered to the woman. "Must be why Lucifer keeps you on such a short leash."

Solomon grinned with a devilish smile as Asmo cleaned her and himself up, resting against the door frame as he pulled up his slacks. The potion effects seemed to have worked unbelievably well, far better than any aphrodisiac he had ever seen. The girl had been able to handle multiple climaxes, each one growing in intensity until finally it became too much. Whilst she trembled with her aftershocks, she had been able to tell him that after a few hours’ rest her body would recover and be begging for more, muscle aches and bruising all vanishing as if just a dream.

The white haired sourcer pulled Asmo into a deep kiss before, in the blink of an eye, he was gone, disappearing into thin air at the sound of the front door opening andLucifer calling out. He had come to check she was still there.

“I’m here,” she panted out, Asmo helping them both to dress as she climbed under the covers. She was exhausted. Lucifer appeared with a smile which quickly faded; he sensed something in the air.

“My love, who has been here?” His question sounded more like a command as he focused his gaze on her. Asmo could feel her bashfulness at having to explain the situation which occured, choosing to save her the trouble instead.

“Come, she’s tired.” Asmo blew her a kiss before he tightly gripped Lucifer’s arm and led him down the corridor.

Asmo calmed Lucifer down, explaining everything to him. Telling him how the girl saw Solomon just as close and special to her as she did the brothers. The same applied to Simeon after Levi had told him about the previous day. And Lucifer himself knew first hand the claim to her Diavolo now held.

“As much I hate the thought of his hands on her, if she wishes to be with them as well, we must let her and respect her wishes,” Lucifer sighed. He and his brothers had to accept that she touched the hearts of many and that they simply couldn’t keep her to themselves. “I fear we must learn to share our human, or we simply will push her away…”

The following morning she rose and headed to the kitchen. Although she still wasn’t going to R.A.D, she tried to keep herself in the routine of getting up and ready. Only, a dull throb pulsed between her thighs upon entering the kitchen upon sighting a shirtless beel wearing low skimmed joggers. Her eyes began falling down his toned torso, abs chiseled by the gods themselves, to the mouth watering v-line that led directly to his-

"Pft! Quit your starin’," Mammon huffed, pulling her out of her trance after witnessing her eyes practically glow. He was still overzealous when it came to her, hating that he had to share and fight for her attention amongst his brothers and, now, three more.

“I-” a near growl rose deep within her chest to witness Beel innocently licking cream he’d spilled from his deviled puff eclair off his long, slender fingers. Unable to find words, she found herself throbbing and clenching over nothing as she rubbed her thighs on the spot where she stood. All she was able to do was shoot Mammon a look. A look he knew far too well as a smug grin took over his face.

“I could smell ya from ya room,” he said in a low growl of a voice as he stalked towards her like a predator upon prey, the avatar of greed caging her in between him and the kitchen counter. The pink of his tongue darted out to swipe across the pointed fangs of his teeth before he leaned in. “I betcha ya already dripping.” His suspicion was confirmed as she sat upon the counter, hitching her skirt up for him to witness the wet patch already staining the silk of her underwear. A small ‘please’ was all she could muster, giving into the heat surging across her body as the need grew stronger with each passing second. “I’ve been waiting for ya, to get ma time with ya, waiting to make that tight pussy feel so good that ya won’t want anyone else.”

The following few moments were a blur, her eyes held tightly shut, nails scratching indents into the wooden surface. Her mind was left blank, two fingers swirling over her clit whilst two more thrusted into her tight cunt, unsure whose hand was whose. Her body lay flat against the surface as the two brothers stood between her legs, one leg hooked over Mammon's shoulder whilst the other rested over Beels, the two of them working in perfect unison to bring her to a blissful climax before the sun had fully risen.

“Look,” Mammon’s voice commanded as he gripped her chin to keep her facing the full length mirror in front of his bed. Naked, he sat with her back to his chest, her feet placed onto his spread legs with his cock buried to the hilt inside her, giving her a full show of his cock disappearing and entering her each time he lifted her up.

His teeth caught her ear as he whispered filth, “Look how well you take me, my tight human, my lewd girl,. Cumming again? Filthy girl, ya gonna make me bust a nut squeezing me like that, that’s it, scream ma name baby.”

He held her waist with an arm around her, using his hidden strength to lift her up and down as he thrusted deeper. The girl was in the deepest of pleasure, tongue lolling to the side with her eyes thick with rapture, her head resting back on Mammon’s chest as she let him work her body.

A low growl reminded her that there was another in the room Beel sat watching from the side with his hand around himself, his eyes focused purely on her, watching Mammon stretching her and her perky breasts bouncing up and down. His jaw ached to be on them, his tongue ready to devour her and his cock ready to buried deep inside her.

“My turn,” he growled, as Mammon’s hips pressed up against her, his teeth in her shoulder to muffle his cry as he came inside her. Beel blocked the view of the mirror as he stood in front, the girl whimpering at the size of him. She couldn’t lie, his cock always scared her. Like his physical build, it was huge and intimidating.

“Wait ya turn, I’m not done.” Mammon continued to shallowly thrust as she began to tremble in his hold, clenching around him with a tight grip. A heavy groan left him, making Beel roar in anger.

The ginger dropped to his knees. His height had him now eye level with the girl as he kissed her deeply. One of his hands began thumbing over her nipple as the other toyed with her clit, making her buck violently against Mammon. The added stimulation had her thighs quaking and, if not for Mammon for holding her up, she would have fallen sideways as she came.

They helped her ride out the high, before Beel lifted her up and off Mammon, Mammon unable to match his strength as he huffed, watching Beel push himself into her. The girl shifted so her legs were around Beel, her arms around his neck as she clung to him. She was as light as a feather to him, him kissing her deeply as she felt Mammon stand and line himself up behind her. His cock, slicked with her arousal, together with wet fingers, pressed against her puckered hole.

“We’re gonna fuck ya so good,” Mammon licked the shell of her ear as a finger pushed into her, Beel slowly bouncing her off his cock, both brothers as greedy as each other as they filled her, taking climax after climax and leaving her utterly speechless. It was hard to tell in that moment which one really was the avatar of greed.

The next day, the girl had literally fucked the heat out of her body. Mammon and Beel had sent her into overstimulation as they worked together until she saw stars and came close to passing out.

But when she woke up in her own bed the next day, heading down to breakfast and seeing all of the brothers, no rush of arousal came to her. The potion’s effects had finally worn off.

“Morning!” She smiled sweetly, walking in and grabbing a slice of toast off the counter. The brothers waited a second, seeing if she would pounce on any of them but it never came. Instead, she merrily chatted and took a bite out of her food.

The girl was thankful it was Saturday so she could enjoy some free time on the weekend.

“Well, I think I might go out, get some fresh air if anyone wants to join?” she asked, turning around and heading out the door. But a leather glove stopped her, sending her turning backwards to see all of the brothers stalking close to her, Lucifer keeping a grip on her wrist.

“It seems, my dove, you overspent myself and my brothers this week.” Lucifer pulled her close, his hand cupping her cheek. “You’ve been a very needy girl.”

Lucifer caught her lips as the other brothers surrounded her, each one pulling at her for her attention, several pairs of lips finding her own, several sets of hands beginning to undress her and caress her skin.

For the first time, all seven of the brothers shared her, savouring their tiny human all for themselves. And as for getting some fresh air, that was never going to happen, since she wasn’t able to leave the house at any point that weekend, purely because she couldn’t walk the following day.

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