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lovelyhan · 1 year

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HI LOVEEEER

I have a blurb for inflection point 👀👀 SOMETHINT MORE HOLY BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE HAD A SHITTY ASS WEEK!!

Jeonghanio and Seungcheol are just chattin away on their couch and reader comes home hella annoyed bc of work even tho jeonghans like "🤨" and then its just comforting bc reader just drops mega f bombs everywhere to a point where both men are terrified.

ANAGWAYS U DONT HAVE TO RESPOND I JUST HAD A IDEA 🫶🏼🫶🏼 LOVE UEYEYEYE

⟣ when you're having a bad day ⟢ wc: 1.8k words tags: fluff, sooo much fluff, cuddling

All you could think about after this shitshow of a workday is your wonderful cloud couch at home.

Not only does it provide maximum comfort during your...more risqué activities with either or both of your boyfriends, but on days much like this one, you can just sink into the plush cushions and let them swallow you whole. Almost like you're floating on a fluffy cloud—hence, the namesake.

You were mortified when Jeonghan finally spilled just how much money Seungcheol invested into that sofa. It was probably three—no, four times more expensive than the king-sized mattress he'd gotten for the three of you a year ago. Then and there, you realized that your first love has developed quite the eye for home furniture, and decided to make good on his paychecks by purchasing only the best of the best.

But the net worth of your cloud couch isn't the issue here.

When you shut the door behind you, the idle background noise from that sitcom Jeonghan has taken a fancy to these days flits to your ears—somehow easing the tension in your shoulders. He had to stay home because of a fever that's been running since yesterday evening. While that resulted to you having to cover for your boss' responsibilities for the day, you were glad to know he's been resting up just like you insisted all morning.

Jeonghan was particularly stubborn about using up a sick leave because one of the company's more insufferable clients scheduled a meeting with him today—one that apparently can't be pushed back a day since he's flying out of the country tonight.

So, like the outstanding employee and girlfriend you are, you reassured your boss-turned-lover to just relax, and that you and his secretary, Joshua have got it covered.

Besides, you've been in this business with Jeonghan for years. How bad could he possibly be?

"Whoa," Seungcheol pipes up from where he's buried under a fluffy comforter with Jeonghan on the couch. "You look like shit, babe. What happened?"

"Seungcheol," Jeonghan kicks his leg, and you don't miss the nasal quality to his voice. Your lover's miffed expression then morphs into something more hospitable. when he turns to you with a smile. "Hey, sweetheart. How was work? Not too difficult without me?"

You answer their questions by collapsing on the vacant spot right next to Jeonghan, a whine caught in the back of your throat as you buried your face his sweatshirt. He smells like laundry detergent and Salonpas—a far cry from his usual expensive colognes, but it fills you with a sense of quiet satisfaction, knowing you get to see him this vulnerable.

And Jeonghan can also see how vulnerable you are right now.

"He's so..." you trail off for a moment, the words lost on you because of how pissed off you are. "Why are we even considering doing business with such a fucking creep?"

Seungcheol tenses from the other side, rising a little to furrow his brows. "I know I don't usually ask about the specifics, but is this about that new client of yours? Did he do something weird to you? Am I going to have to beat someone up?"

Jeonghan sighs, easing a palm across Seungcheol's thigh over the comforter. "Cheol, calm down. If Mr. Seo has a type, it's definitely not our princess over here."

"What does that even mean?"

You huff before tucking your legs to your chest and shifting your weight into Jeonghan. You know you probably shouldn't be putting too much strain on someone who's sick but you can't help it!

"That weirdo wouldn't stop eye-fucking Joshua during the entire meeting! I bet he was even happy that Hannie wasn't with us today 'cause there was no one else that could tell him off. Joshua isn't exactly the confrontational type either, so..."

Jeonghan presses his lips together before making you rest your head on his shoulder, stroking your hair to placate you somehow. "But you're the confrontational type, right? Why didn't you show that asshole his place, hm? You've seen me do it dozens of times."

"In case you're forgetting, I'm just a regular employee, Hannie." You roll your eyes. "If I talk back to him, he might just have me fired."

"Who gets to hire and fire people in the office again?"

"...You."

"And do you seriously think I would fire my favorite employee?" Jeonghan teases, leaning down to plant a kiss on your nose. "You give the best head underneath my desk, love. What makes you think I'll let you go so easily?"

Your reaction is immediate, and Jeonghan lets out a soft chuckle when you peel yourself away from his embrace to relocate on Seungcheol's side—glaring at your boss as you grab tightly onto the football star's arm.

"Look what you did," Seungcheol laughs before nuzzling your hair affectionately. "As much as I want to know what that feels like, there's a time and place for everything, Han. Don't her feathers look ruffled enough?"

You let out a petulant noise, making a show of tilting your chin up with indignance. "Yeah, Hannie, haven't I gotten enough shit today?"

"Aside from the not-so-discreet Mr. Seo," he starts before getting up to pad over to your side so that you're sandwiched between your two lovers, "what else has gotten our baby so pissed off today?"

You puff out your cheeks, face souring at the mere thought of recalling everything that happened since you walked out of the door to your house today.

Since Jeonghan was sick, you convinced Seungcheol to stay at home to take care of him, despite the latter insisting that he drive you to work. You promised that you could manage, and that you sort of missed commuting to the office anyways.

That's your first mistake because you had no clue that the trains were down today, and you had to stand in a long line at the taxi bay, since none of the city buses pass by any areas near your workplace. You were already running a bit late as is, so you couldn't afford to walk either.

Today, you were an hour late for work when you've never been tardy your entire life (except for that one time your boyfriends tag-teamed you too intensely on a Monday morning, damn these men). In your attempt at apologizing profusely to Joshua—bowing a full ninety degrees and everything—you ended up knocking over his iced americano in the process.

The drink splashed all over an important document Jeonghan's secretary had been going over before your arrival, and that was honestly the first time you saw Joshua look like he wanted to strangle someone in the years you've worked alongside him.

It certainly did not help that you were supposed to meet that creep, Mr. Seo immediately after that altercation. Even if you managed to strike an acceptable deal with him after a few compromises, you could practically hear Joshua silently pleading for god to just kill him with lightning right then and there.

He must've been having just as bad a day as you are.

Your domino effect of misfortune carried over until lunch time when the nearby taco joint got your order mixed up. That happens pretty often though, and on a regular day, you wouldn't have minded, but with how terrible things have gone today, you ended up breaking down in a public bathroom.

As you animatedly recount the day's events, your two boyfriends listen intently. You're completely oblivious to how they slowly and quietly eased you into a more comfortable position on the couch—your back resting against Seungcheol's chest while Jeonghan props your legs on his lap.

"It was just a shitty fucking day," you complain, tears stinging the back of your eyes. You're not sad. You just tear up very easily whenever you're too stressed for your own good. "I hated that Hannie wasn't there. I hated the commute. I hated ruining Joshua's day. And I hate Mr. Seo even if he's bringing us a ridiculous amount of profit in the next few months."

Your rant makes you sound like a kid who got denied the toy she wants at the department store, and you hold your tongue at the realization. Seungcheol shakes his head before grasping your chin with his hand, turning your head so that your eyes would meet.

"Baby, I'm sorry we weren't there for you." He wipes the moisture from your eyes before pressing a long kiss on your lips—one that you immediately melt into. When Seungcheol pulls away, you even find yourself pouting.

"Trust me, I would've filled in Jeonghan's shoes for the day if I knew his absence would take this much of a toll on you," he reassures.

Jeonghan shakes his head at your lover's admission before nuzzling the crook of your neck. "Mmm... I don't know about that, Cheol. You might make the company go under within five minutes of talking to any of our clients."

Seungcheol scowls at him, and you stifle a quiet laugh. Can't argue with that. You and Jeonghan know very well that the way Seungcheol deals with problems is a bit too...aggressive for a corporate setting. He's better off channeling all that frustration in the field.

You jolt a little when Jeonghan circles his arms around your waist, peppering your neck, jaw, and cheeks with kisses that have you laughing at his ridiculousness. He only stops when his face is directly in front of yours, and you can't help the way your heart flutters when his lips curve into a handsome smile.

"Thank you for covering for me today, princess," he breathes, nuzzling your nose with his. "I can't kiss you on the lips 'cause you might get sick, too, but I hope you know how much I love you."

"I don't mind getting your cooties," you tease before leaning closer to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I love you, too, Hannie. But god, I can't imagine how you deal with our clients firsthand. It's one thing to watch you talk to them, but it's another to be the one making the important decisions on the spot."

"And you wonder why I make so much money," he chuckles.

Behind you, Seungcheol taps your thigh to call your attention, and you glance back at him with curious eyes.

"Jeonghan said he wanted to watch a bunch of Land Before Time movies when you got home, but we haven't decided on where to have dinner delivered from yet," he explains, leaning forward to press his lips to your temple. "You got any ideas, beautiful?"

Just like that, the day's stress has gone up in smoke. Though your beloved cloud couch certainly adds a degree of comfort you direly needed, cuddling with your two boyfriends is what ultimately quells your less-than-stellar mood. Even if the stream is lagging a little, and Seungcheol is getting crumbs and grease all over the comforter...

You wouldn't have it any other way.

⟢ end notes: this ended up WAYYY longer than expected. i can't even call it a drabble anymore but bc i've been having a shitty week myself too, i had to channel that all into this lovely request that anon slid into my ask <3 i miss inflection point jeongcheol so much and writing smth fluffy abt them for a change is such a breath of fresh air HEHE i hope more of you send in prompts like this!! i enjoy cooking them up so much~

p.s. check the series masterlist here!

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #💭 request #seungcheol #jeonghan #seventeen scoups #scoups #seventeen jeonghan #inflection point extras #svt fanfic #lovelyhan

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serasfanfiction · 1 month

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Cw for blood. No gore, tho. Cw in tags as well. Mostly Alastor being Alastor.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

If Lucifer didn't know any better, he would have sworn Alastor was going out of his way to make certain they ran into each other.

He seemed to be everywhere.

It didn't help that whatever he was doing, Alastor had seemingly decided to pull out all the stops. Horrifically enough, he was good at just being there, right as Lucifer would turn around, watching and waiting as if to see how long it would take the little king to notice him.

(And if he had damn near shrieked the first time it had happened? Well, no one else was around, so who would hold him to it?)

After a week of this, Lucifer was starting to feel twitchy. It was difficult to tell if he was actually sensing eyes on him like a second skin or if he was just being paranoid. The only place he felt any relief was in his own room, which he might have taken to hiding in when it all became too much.

It felt like being stalked. Like he was being hunted.

Lucifer growled to himself, frustrated he had been driven to such drastic measures. Yes, he could totally stand up for himself! He was significantly more powerful than that petty little sinner! He just really, really didn't want to deal with all of this. There was a reason he avoided senseless drama.

He groaned, throwing off his covers and forcing himself out of bed. Enough, he thought to himself. This had gone on far too long and it was past time he and a certain Radio Demon had a little chat.

He donned his suit, building up his armor like he was going to war. Which, he supposed, he sort of was. He settled his hat in place and grabbed his cane, aware he was doing all of this over a lowly sinner, Overlord or not, but he felt the uncontrollable urge to remind Alastor which of them was actually the King of Hell and which of them wasn't.

He was self aware enough to appreciate that if this really was just a matter of the Ruler of Hell putting a sinner in his place he wouldn't have needed to have put on his uniform, but Alastor had gotten under his skin and everyone already knew it.

There was no point in looking for Alastor. Based off of previous behavior, the red head would simply come to him.

Lucifer deliberately kept to public enough areas to invite company, while still being private enough that Alastor would be tempted to sneak up on him.

And Alastor did not disappoint.

Lucifer spotted him out of the corner of his eye while getting lunch. Triumphant, he spun around and pointed an accusing finger. "You!"

Alastor's ever present smile ticked ever-so-slightly wider, but it wasn't showing teeth yet. "And how can I help you today, your Majesty?"

"We need to talk," Lucifer stated, tone brokering no disagreements. Not that the other Hellion was protesting. "Now."

Alastor tilted his head to the side at just the right angle to be unnerving, hands folding behind his back. "Are you actually going to talk to me or are you going to run away again?"

Lucifer allowed himself a deep, calming breathe. Allowed Alastor to see it. The released exhale was hot enough for a whisp of smoke to escape.

There was still no teeth, but it seemed like it was only barely.

"We both know the only reason I've tolerated your behavior is because I promised not to fight with you."

Alastor raised on eyebrow, asking without verbalizing it as to if this wasn't a potential fight.

Lucifer crossed his arms to keep from wrapping his hands around that scrawny little neck. "And I want to keep my promise, but to do that, we need to get whatever you've been going through this last week out of your system."

Alastor laughed, false and mocking. "Ha! I assure you, I have no idea what you mean."

The blonde refused to rise to the bait. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but we are doing this." He smiled, tone generous as he added, "I'll even be nice and let you chose if we're having this talk in your room or mine."

Alastor considered him, body language giving away nothing. "You'd give the familiar ground to a potential enemy?"

Lucifer waved a hand at the room in general. "One could argue anywhere in Hell is my territory." He hummed lightly. "But in all honesty, even if your room - the one I built for you - could be considered enemy ground," here he leaned in to make his point, "There's nothing you could do to seriously harm me if I don't let you."

There it was again: the flicker of the dials. It was written all over him that Alastor wanted nothing more than to take that as a challenge and to put that theory to the test.

Lucifer welcomed him to try if it meant they could move on from this - whatever this was. Because that statement wasn't a theory, it was a fact.

Alastor reigned himself back in until not even a hint remained of his control slipping. "My room, if you don't mind. Shall we go?" He held out a hand, gesturing for Lucifer to take the lead.

Which, nope. He was not turning his back on this guy at this point in the game.

With a snap of his fingers, red smoke wrapped itself around them. It was showy and unnecessary, but it was worth it for the way a brief spasm of panic tightened Alastor's smile at just how easily Lucifer could just straight up kidnap him if he wanted to.

Which was good. Let him chew on that tidbit for a while.

They reappeared in the Radio Demon's quarters. The basics had been done per what Vaggie (with a V!) had been able to remember, as she was the only member of the hotel who'd seen Alastor's room. They'd left his personal touches to him, but an honest effort had been put into rebuilding the structure of it.

Glancing off to his right, Lucifer could see that Alastor had rather impressively bent reality (like the elderich creature he was) to morph half of the room into what appeared to be a bayou. It gave the impression that the room was significantly larger than it was. The residue of the magic it took to pull off such a stunt made his teeth itch, the same kind of wrongness the original bar had had.

Various other personal effects had worked their ways around the room. Some of the more interesting ones were the array of trophy skulls, both human and animal, decorating the walls. He had little doubt that Alastor had hunted, skinned, and mounted every one of them himself. The only real question was if they were original to the room pre the hotel's destruction? Or were they... newer?

By the time he turned his attention back to the owner of the room, said owner had had more than enough time to regain his composure. Lucifer was a little sorry he'd allowed Alastor the break, but he did genuinely want to resolve whatever the hell was going on between them. Being stern when needed was fine, but he didn't want to push Alastor so hard he snapped unless he had to.

Lucifer tapped the fingers of his predominant hand against his arm, all weight on one foot and ready to start tapping the other if necessary. He gave Alastor an expectant look. "Well?"

Alastor was nothing if not up for a fight. He may have been knocked off balance, but he was clearly up to being ornery as pay back. With an air of boredom, he inspected his claws, as if looking for nonexistent dirt. "Well, what, my dear king?"

Lucifers fingers didn't pause. "Don't play coy, it doesn't look good on you." He was pleased with the narrowed eyes he got in response. "What has this last week been about? You've been acting weird." Lucfier waved a hand in Alastor's general direction. Added, "Well, weird for you."

Alastor's irritation smoothed out at the implication that Lucifer paid enough attention to him to have come to some conclusion about what might constitute as 'weird behavior.' He hummed lightly, the noise oddly soothing in a way. "Very well, if you must insist. Just don't get angery if you don't like the answer."

Lucifer frowned. Angry? About what?

All thoughts were cut off as Alastor melted away into his shadows (and when the heck had his shadow gotten that close? He hadn't even seen it move). The thought crossed Lucifer's mind that he should have warded the room to keep the sinner from leaving, but ultimately, he needn't have worried.

Well, about Alastor trying to run away.

Because he really should have known better.

He realized where Alastor had gone, just as he could hear the unmistakable sound of someone taking a deep breathe right in his ear.

Lucifer could feel every single one of the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as that breathe was exhaled against his neck, sweat breaking out across his skin as a shiver ran through his body. The only reason he didn't yelp was because he was too busy choking on his own tongue.

Dignity be damned, the King of Hell nearly teleported across the room, hand slapping up against his neck. Eyes widen in horror, he brandished his cane like a rod. "Wha-- what in the seven rings of Hell was that!?"

Alastor watched him like a cat watches a mouse it's having fun playing with. "You asked what had gotten into me." He folded his hands behind his back, as if he hadn't just been sniffing the Devil himself. "That was... curiosity."

Lucifer stared at him incredulously. "Curiosity?" He laughed, a little forced as he tried to reign in his too-fast heartbeat. "If you were curious how I smelled, you could have just asked."

Alastor raised an eyebrow to that and Lucifer belatedly realized he'd just implied all someone potentially had to do was ask to smell him and he might let them do it.

Lucifer flushed but refused to correct his statement.

"Hm, how quaint." Alastor leaned in eye so slightly, just to see Lucifer unconsciously lean back. "Rest assured, it isn't quite so simple."

A pause lulled between them as the blond waited for the rest of the explanation. When he failed to receive one, he waved a hand impatiently for the red head to get on with it.

Alastor turned enough he could look out into his bayou without completely losing track of his guest. The motion drew Lucifer's attention to the area, although he didn't dare take his eyes off the serial killer.

"Has anyone told you what my dish of choice is?"

The question confused Lucifer and his impatience made him feel irritated by what felt like a non-sequitur in the conversation. He'd heard Alastor was a cannibal, so he assumed it was other sinners. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Alastor rolled his eyes, gesturing out into the bayou.

As if on cue, a tree branch snapped closer to the edge of the trees in the distance. Lucifers eyes snapped to whatever had made the noise, making eye contact with ...a deer?

Lucifer stared, that feeling of being hunted roiling over him as it dawned on him what had happened. He didn't have to look at the Radio Demon to know he was watching him like a predator watches his prey.

Lucifer swallowed, hard. "I... I don't know what you..."

There was no mercy, no quarter in Alastor's eyes as he near stalked over to the Devil. His smile was all teeth as he ran a finger along the brim of Lucifer's hat. "When I saw those ears, I was curious if you would still taste like an angel or if you might taste like something more to my ...preferences."

Lucifer was fairly certain his brain was short circuiting. Some wire must have gotten crossed, because what came out of his mouth wasn't 'you're a freak,' it was:

"If you got your taste, you'll back off?"

The two stared at each other, Lucifer unsure who was more surprised by the question.

Alastor's grin was every inch as wicked as everyone only thought the actual Devil was but really wasn't. "Are you offering a deal?" The hand he'd used to near caress Lucifer's hat fell into the offer of a hand shake.

It was Lucifer's turn to roll his eyes. He shook his head vigorously. "Nope! No deals!" He glared, slapping the hand aside. "You'll likely find some wiggle room no sane person would think to look for and I am not interested in being on the menu indefinitely."

Alastor didn't even bother to look contrite. He simply looked disappointed. Since the offer wasn't on the table, he withdrew his hand and straightened his posture. "Then what are you proposing?"

Yes, self, Lucifer thought, what are we proposing? He felt like he'd lost all direction in this conversation because he had no clue how his day had gone from 'put Alastor in his place' to 'let's let an actual cannibal bite us.'

Lucifer grasped for the last shreds of his dignity, realizing that he might have finally found something that ranked high enough to be added to the Top 5 Insane Things I've Done For My Kid list. It didn't stop the ever-so-slight tremor from creeping in, even as he tried for stern, as he offered, "I'll bring back the deer attributes, you get to satify your curiosity, and then we go back to whatever our usual is."

Alastor's eyes narrowed. "To be clear: I get to draw blood and you won't retaliate?"

There was no official deal, but it still felt like they were making one. "Yeah." Lucifer shifted, trying to shake off the last of his nerves and at least seem like he was confident. He was still absolutely sure Alastor couldn't deal him damage faster that he could heal from it, but his nerves didn't want to settle. "You get a freebie, no punishment or retaliation, in exchange for returning to the status quo."

Alastor's teeth sharpened visibly, the room growing darker around them.

"Deal."

Still feeling like this was going to come back and bite him in the ass - or, well, neck or arm, if one was being literal - at some point in the future, Lucifer made his way over to one of the chairs near the room's fireplace. He set his hat down on the seat, before pulling off his coat. He had a feeling this was going to be messy. Neck wounds often were, and he had a feeling Alastor wouldn't be satisfied with being offered anything else. He regretted the amount of layers he'd dressed in, even as he used untying his bow tie and unbuttoning the first several buttons of his shirt as a desperately needed delay tactic to simply breathe through what he was about to do.

Judging by the indulgence he could almost hear coming from Alastor's spot in the room, he held no such disillusions as to if the red head knew that he was stalling.

Taking a deep, steadying breathe, he pulled the shift over himself, falling deeper into it than he had during the trust exercise. Blond ears flicked into existence around small antlers on his head. Goat hooves morphed subtly into deer ones. A fluffy, equally blond tail twitched slightly at the base of his spine, in mirror of his anxiety.

Burrowing it all down, down, down, Lucifer gripped the edge of his shirt, yanking it down as he spun around, finally allowing a grin fit for his reputation to spread across his face from ear to ear. Tilting his head to the side in invitation, he asked, "Well, Alastor? What are you waiting for?"

Alastor control snapped with an audible static screech. Moving across the room with a speed that had kept him alive during his fight with Adam, Alastor near pounced onto his prize. The force of their collision sent them toppling to the floor, Lucifer's head just barely missing the seat of the chair. The impact with the ground drove the air from his lungs, and Lucifer didn't have the chance to even attempt to recover as he felt razor-sharp teeth sink into the tender flesh of his throat.

Lucifer's body spasmed as it attempted to draw in air, lungs needing a second to remember how to work and he was startled by the pain of attack despite knowing it was coming. He was finally able to draw a desperately needed gasp in as those teeth withdrew. Lucifer could feel it even without seeing the damage that of course Alastor had gone deep. It was definitely going to take him a hot second for it to heal, but heal it already was.

The Radio Demon, seeming to realize this, sunk his teeth in again. Lucifer's hands flew up to grab onto Alastor's arms at the new wave of agony coursed through him, squirming as he resisted the urge to shove the larger figure off of him. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood himself as he braced himself for Alastor taking his pound of flesh.

There was a creak, like bone grating against each other. Alastor shifted, teeth unmoving as he moved. As he made himself more comfortable, Lucifer realized as the shock of it finally began to abate and adrenaline flooded his system in response to the trauma. He had to swallow down the urge to laugh, knowing it would be more hysterics than actual humor.

He grunted as those teeth withdrew, surprisingly without taking a chunk of his neck with it. He was confused until he felt a warm, wet tongue slide over the wounds, chasing blood the color of gold regardless of what form the seraphim donned. Without meaning to, Lucifer flinched at the odd sensation. It was not quite pain, but not quite soothing.

As the pain began to recede, Alastor seemingly merely content to fill himself up with one of the rarest delicacies in Hell, Lucifer was able to take stock of his body. The bruises along his back from his fall were already healing almost as fast as they appeared. The deer tail, smaller and thicker than his normal, whip cord one, protested being squished the way it was. His ears twitched as they followed every noise Alastor made, the sensation odd.

Since this appeared it was going to take a moment, unless Alastor decided to go for his throat with his teeth again, he decided to try and relieve his poor tail to distract himself from the fact that it felt like there was a tongue digging into one of the still open wounds.

Alastor's own ears twitched as the shifting of Lucifer's hips caused the sound of clothes rustling to sound through the room like a shot. Lucifer was tempted to reach up and pet one, but that would have moved all of this into territory far too close to something intimate, which this very much wasn't, thank you very much.

When the pain finally disapaited, the lapping of that insidious tongue moving from stinging to something far too close to ticklish for comfort, Lucifer decided he'd had enough. "Alright, I think you've had enough."

He was far too proud of the fact that his voice didn't shake.

Much.

His fingers dug into red sleeves as he could feel Alastor's smile brush up against the base of his ear.

"And if I haven't satisfied my curiosity?"

Oh, no. Absolutely not.

"Nope, you're done." Lucifer bucked, shoving off the grinning asshole, who went with all the grace of someone who'd gotten thier cake and ate it, too. Lucifer sat up, glaring as Alastor looked barely rumbled while he knew he himself looked like a mess.

"There, you've gotten your taste. Agreement upheld." Lucifer pulled back up his shirt, wincing at how much blood had soaked into it.

"Hmm, perhaps." Alastor placed a finger to his lips, eyes half lidded.

Something about the way it was said raised Lucifer's hackles.

Alastor merely stared back, not adding anything to his comment.

Right. Okay. Whatever.

Lucifer stood slowly in an attempt to hide the way his legs trembled. Once he felt stable, he began putting his facade back together. Buttons all buttoned up. Blood vanished with a mere wave of his hand (to Alastor's obvious disappointment).

He was slipping on his coat when Alastor rose to his own feet. Lucifer felt it was massively unfair that all it took was some minor adjustments, and the Radio Demon looked as put together as normal.

(Almost, an insidious voice whispered in the back of Lucifer's mind. Look closer, and he could see the little ways in which Alastor was affected. The slight flush to his cheeks of a successful hunt. Unhinged smile replaced with something more peaceful. The satiated hint of hunger quenched for the first time since they'd met.

This way lays trouble.)

But Lucifer shook it off, just like he shook off the foreboding feeling of Alastor holding the Crown of Hell.

He was already in too deep.

He slipped his hat on, letting the deer attributes he'd donned finally disappear. "Well, see you around, I guess."

Alastor hummed in agreement. For his own sanity, Lucifer refused to read into it any deeper.

And if his portalling out of the room was straight up turning tail and running?

Well, it wasn't like it was the first time he'd done it that month.

Tbc

Part 4

#radioapple #alastor #lucifer morningstar #deer lucifer fic #tw: blood #cw: blood #i have no idea what theyre doing at this point #im just the writer #know i said that before but its still true #theyll probably let me know what the hecks happening #right as im trying to sleep #like they did this time 🥲#oh god i just remembered i gave the user name to this blog to someone i know irl #whelp too late to turn back now 🙃

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h-harleybaby · 1 year

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kenny, Kyle, butter and Jimmy with a s/O whos really bubbly and extroverted?? not to mention popular 😭 if it's not too much ofc 🫶🫶

It’s not it’ll just take me like, forever because I’m not too much like that ya know???

Kyle

• Tbh it didn't make sense that you and Kyle were together

• This guy who has anger issues and hangs around Cartman, and this really happy popular bubbly girl? Ok it makes SOME sense but not all that much

• No one knows how you guys started to talk

• But Kyle felt like he hit the jackpot, that he was the luckiest guy in the world to be the one who's dating you

• Neither of you cared for status so that's not the reason you started dating. But how did you?

• It's actually kind of funny, you've been neighbors with the Broflovski's for years! You've even babysat Ike before

• But you and Kyle ended up meeting when you became part of one of Cartmans schemes, and you and Kyle hit it off right away

• Y'all were really just perfect for each other!

• Kyle refuses to admit that Cartman had any help with getting you guys together... Even tho he has pictures of y'all in his shipping scrapbook and might've locked you guys in the locker room so he, Stan, and Kenny could execute part of the plan

• You were just a detail in a plan so the guys didn't have Kyle getting in the way of them tbh

• Anyways, Kyle loves you and y'all are frequently seen holding hands and stuff

• A lot of your friends question your choices a l o t, they don't think he's good enough for you but fuck them

• Kyle's a really good bf who takes you on dates and doesn't talk shit behind your back

• He's with you because he genuinely likes you and your personalities fit so well together despite being pretty different

• You encourage him to come out of his shell :)

Butters

• No one understood how you guys got together, no one even knows how you guys became friends

• Yeah sure you guys has similar personalities but your classes and friend groups were so different

• Although Butters did seem to make friends with everyone he's met he just isn't considered popular

• He's probably sent you love letters and stuff as a secret admirer

• Butters is so hard not to like, and tbh you fell for him hard. It was obvious you guys had the biggest crush on each other

• He also probably did a really public confession, everyone expected you to reject him but you kissed him!

• Tbh your relationship works so well because you guys are both really happy extroverted people

• Butters always tries taking you on dates once a week, he even got a job to help fund your dates because he always insists on going all out

• Y'all are often seen cuddling by the stairs or maybe around any of Butters' friends (because your friend group is shallow af and would insult Butters)

• He's completely head over heels for you

• Plus, you don't mind when he dresses up

• Actually you think it's fun and might just join in

• Y'all also have baking dates and Butters is always trying to put extra sugar so it can "taste as sweet as you"

• He does all kinds of shit for you, like leaving you little love notes in your backpack or lunch box

• God he loves you so much

Jimmy

• You and Jimmy weren't actually that hard to believe

• Jimmy is most likely popular too (especially with the ladies because he keeps flirting with girls), so it's not too far fetched that y'all would get together

• You guys often hung out anyways because you've been friends for a while

• Jimmy had a bit of an obvious crush on you, he always told you his best jokes and keeps giving you stuff he 'found' because they remind him of you

• He probably confessed to you with a corny joke he knew you would love and a big bouquet of flowers

• As he knew you would, you loved it. Jimmy knows you so well :)

• Y'all matched up pretty well considered how happy and bubbly you are and how Jimmy's the calm one between the two of you

• Tbh he's always getting you little gifts and holding your hand when he can, which isn't often but he tries!

• A lot of jokes he writes he has you in mind, sometimes he calls you his muse

• There's also a bunch of dirty jokes but we don't talk about those

• Jimmy is almost glued to your hip, he's always around but he'll give you the space when you need it

• Otherwise he's there for you, whether you need to cry to him or ramble about what happened

Imagine me writing this, with bloodshot eyes writing this at 5 am after going to sleep at 12:30 and doing that for months straight

As you can tell, I didn't have much inspiration

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digenerate-trash · 4 months

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Do a remaster on the Yan bailey smut but this time it’s DOB yan bailey please and thank you 💕☺️💕

God, I want all of the Dob characters so badly (dob harper is so disgusting I wanna fuck him until I bleed out.) Back to badly tho!!!

AMAB Bailey | GN PC

Bailey has always been kind of a mystery. He's got a lot of things that a caretaker wouldn't have. Nice clothes and, a polite demeanor. He's always well put together and calm. It's nothing like you would imagine someone surrounded by children to be. He's so kind and clean that you're not even sure why some of the more deranged threats you've heard around town threaten to send people to "the caretaker"

Bailey is so kind to you that the moment you're in his office begging for any kind of job he agrees. You tell him you're new to cleaning and general care but you'll do your best. And to your surprise, he believes you.

Every hour he checks on you. He makes light conversation with you and pats your little head. You always smile at him when he does these things it makes you both feel nice.

Near the end of your first shift, you saw him in the kitchen. His gloves are shoved haphazardly into his back pocket and his sleeves rolled up to the elbow as he portions and cuts bits of meat for a stew. His hands are a bit shaky his knuckles are covered in bruises, fresh ones. He seems a little frustrated so you offer to help.

He steps aside letting you... and from then on you are allowed to stay even past dinner. Bailey still pays you for your time as long as you eat in his office with him.

The first meal you both had was strange. He kept staring. Every spoonful of stew was good but slightly strange as Bailey watched. It's like he was waiting for something to happen... you could never figure it out. But he got less strange after that. Every meal since he's been staring less and less. You're grateful for it.

Getting paid by Bailey is always a journey though. He jokes and laughs and makes conversation with you. It's clear he's stretching out this time he's supposed to be paying you for your work. One time he even joked that if you married him he'd take care of the loan sharks that were terrorizing your family....

You never mentioned them to him before...

Bailey's advances only get less subtle as the days and weeks go on. It's good work. You get a meal every day. The orphans call you "mom" sometimes and Bailey refers to you as his spouse. Every day there's meat on the table and you get enough money each week to keep you and your family above water. But never enough to quit your job with Bailey...

And then it happens. You bring up the wrong question while you're helping make dinner. But how were you supposed to know?

"Where do you get all this meat anyway?" You ask offhandedly. Sure you're curious but you are not pressed for the answer. In your mind, it doesn't matter. Bailey can afford it. So why wouldn't he?

Bailey twitches a bit he smirks when he tilts his head at you. "I cut my meat. I save every bit. Makes things cheaper." He explains but he pauses too long between every sentence. Like an inside joke, no one is laughing along too.

You try to laugh it off but Bailey gets closer. "You want to see it?" Bailey asks. But you back away from him. You don't.

Bailey reaches out to pet your head just like the softer moments before. "You are basically part of the family. I can tell you."

Family. That dreaded word again. Bailey brings it up in front of the orphans far too often for your liking. You don't need to be Bailey's family. You have your own.

Bailey grips your hips before shoving you into the counter. It hits your lower back stunning you a bit. You didn't see this coming- his gloved hands press bruises into your hips.

He leans down to kiss you forcefully his mouth tastes of blood. So much blood that it's got to be unhealthy. You choke as his tongue presses over yours your mouth is coated in his saliva.

Bailey pulls away from you a bit before he hooks his hand into your waistband and shoves it down exposing your body to the warm air of the kitchen. Bailey hoists you up onto the counter with a surprising amount of strength before dipping his face between your legs to lick at you.

Bailey is covering you in his drool no part of your groin is left untouched as he licks and bites away between your thighs. You trembling now your mouth still tastes like blood and you bite back moans and little sounds as Bailey makes sure you feel thoughily violated.

It feels like hours before he pulls away from your hips. He adjusts them as close to the edge of the counter as he can before he unzips his pants letting his cock spring out and tease at your wet hole. He pets your head lightly before grabbing you by the back of your neck and holding you tightly before thrusting in. Bailey is so rough with your body that it hurts. No matter how hard he tried to prepare you. Bailey is big...

He leans in still holding you by the scruff before whispering to you. "You're mine now." He lets out a dark chuckle before he continues his thrusting is getting worse. The counter rattles with every movement and what's worse is Bailey seems to be enjoying himself too much. You tried to be nice and accept his help. You just wanted a job. You just wanted things to be easy for once

You whimper and whine as he keeps pressing into you your body feels cheap and used as Bailey holds you tightly Bailey rubs the outline of his dick in your stomach with his thumb. He's proud as he feels it making you look.

when bailey finally cums inside you he keeps your hips pressed tightly against his. Every twitch of his dick is felt by your over-sensitive walls. And bailey laughs a bit when he finally pulls out he grabs your leg keeping your spread open as he looks at your hole dripping his cum onto the counter.

"You look good enough to eat-"

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 1 year

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If you’re feeling down, I just want to make you happier baby.

Anon request:

Hi! Could you do one where the reader is super stressed and overwhelmed and Timmy surprises her with dinner or a nice bath or something and then leads to fluffy and passionate smut

Wordcount: 3.9 K+

Description: The Balance between working and family has tipped to far on one side. You thought opening your own business would be amazing, but now you are always stressed, overwhelmed and neglecting your husband and son.

A/N: Well this took me a lot longer than I thought. Believe it or not it was because I couldn’t decide what food they would eat. And if they should sleep together or eat first. Thank you for the request and enjoy.

Warning: teeth aching fluff, smut, slight pain kink

“What do you mean the project is due tomorrow? I spoke to Randolph last night and he said it wasn’t due for another week and a half?” You said as calmly as you could trying not to lose your mind and curse someone out.

You took your hair out of its hair tie and ran your fingers through it a few times, trying to will yourself to calm down. The person on the other end of the phone just stuttered out a reply, making no sense and further testing your patience.

“Look, don’t worry about it. I will handle it,” you said, cutting them off. Your tone was curt and cold. Timmy glanced over at you from his place on the sofa working on a puzzle with your toddler. You ignored his worried look hanging up the phone, sighing.

“Idiots, I work with idiots,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Oi, mama that is mean,” your son shouted.

“Hey, no shouting,” Timmy said, running his hands through Pascal's curls. The tiny boy looked up at his father, smiling widely at him, showing off his missing teeth. “But she did,” he said.

Timmy raised an eyebrow at Pascal, causing the little boy to go back to his puzzle. Timmy got up and walked over to you. He grabbed your hips, rubbing soothing circles into your hipbones.

“Are you okay?” He asked, gently placing a kiss on the nape of your neck.

You sighed once more, brushing his hands off, grabbing your paperwork looking over it. “Why did you encourage me to start my own company?” It’s been two years and you have never been more stressed.

He chuckled, a bit hurt that you brushed him off but understanding how overworked and overwhelmed you are. “Because you love your job and love helping other people,” he said.

“Not when people are idio- unhelpful,” you corrected.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked.

“No, I think I am going to have to go in tho. I know we planned to go to the aquarium, but rain check?” You asked.

“Yeah yeah of course. You don’t have to ask, the number of times I had to cancel and rain check, go. We will do something fun here, don’t worry about us.”

You smiled tiredly. “I will be back for dinner,” you said, grabbing your laptop and leaving.

Timmy frowned, “love you,” he mumbled before retaking his spot next to his son.

“Are you sad, papa?” Pascal asked trying to connect two end pieces.

Timmy looked down at his little carbon copy, smiling softly at him. “No, I’m not sad, just thinking about something we can do today,” he said, helping him find the correct pieces.

“No starfish?” He asked, snuggling closer to his father.

“Mommy had to go to work so we can go tomorrow with her, is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s not fun without mommy,”

Timmy scoffed playfully. “What am I not fun?” He teased tickling him, making him squirm and laugh loudly.

“No no no, you are very fun, no tickle,” he giggled, shoving away from his father’s fingers.

Timmy grinned smothering Pascal with kisses. “You better think I’m fun or I won’t take you with me to see Tatie Paulie,”

Gasping he looked at his father. “You have to take me I love Tatie Paulie,” he said, now tugging on Timmy’s curls.

“Ouch ouch, my curls are not made to be tugged on, yes I will take you with me,” he laughed. “And we can make it a sleepover, yeah? You love having sleepovers with her.”

Quickly putting the puzzle pieces away, Pascal nodded. “She makes the best late-night snacks,” he said, already buzzing about spending time with his favorite person.

Timmy grinned, loving how much his son loves spending time with his sister. “Okay let’s get you packed and dressed. Can’t wear Mickey Mouse PJs all day long,” he teased.

“Mickey is the best. Can wear him all the time,” he countered getting up and running to his room. Timmy stood up laughing at his son before his mind drifted to you. He frowned thinking about how frazzled you’ve been lately. You barely spent any time at home and he missed you.

When you arrived home hours later the house was quiet. Your feet hurt and your head was throbbing. Taking off your shoes you patted into the living room expecting to see your little family on the sofa, but the room was dark and empty. Frowning you searched the first floor of your home before going upstairs.

“Timmy, Pas?” You called for them. You bite your bottom lip, you did leave in a hurry this morning and felt awful about the way you treated your husband.

You loved Timmy, you couldn’t have asked for a better partner and father to your son. He was by your side and supported you through school and always encouraged you to follow your dreams, even taking a year off from acting to be home with your son while you got your business up and running.

You needed to appreciate him more and felt horrible for not telling him how much you loved him this morning. You wouldn’t blame him if he was upset and left for the night. Groaning softly, you slide down the wall, just feeling the weight of your life crushing you.

“Hey hey, Dove what’s going on?” Timmy said, bending down and pulling you into his arm. “Did something happen? Do I need to fight someone for my love,” he teased, rubbing your shoulders.

“I thought you were gone?” You sniffle softly, peeking at him through your fingers.

Timmy smiled softly, cupping your face and wiping your tears. “Gone? Dove I wouldn’t have left, what are you on about?” he whispered.

“I was so rude this morning and I’ve been so busy with work. I’ve been the worse mother and wife,” you said, defeated.

“No no, never, dove you are the best mother and wife,” he said pulling you into his arm. “You are overworking yourself, baby. I’m not upset with you for trying to do it all, I admire the shit out of you for it.” He smiled softly.

“I am not going to lie, I’ve been worried about you, spreading yourself too thin, but I wouldn’t leave that isn’t going to solve anything,” he mumbled kissing you softly.

You kissed him back tiredly, holding his wrist tightly, not wanting to be apart from him. He happily kissed you longer, pulling you even closer kissing until you both ran out of breath.

Resting his forehead against yours he kissed you once more. “I have a surprise for you in the bedroom, come,” he said, getting up and holding his hand out for you.

“A surprise?” You asked, taking his hand.

Timmy nodded sickly sweet and pulled you to the bedroom. You gasped when you saw the bedroom was decorated in your favorite flowers, the bed covered in mountains of blankets. “But wait there is more,” he said excitedly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the bathroom.

The bathroom was steaming as the tub overflowed with bubbles with wine and strawberries sitting on the side. You could faintly smell lavender and rose. “You’ve been stressed and overwhelmed so I thought you could decompress tonight, and have a night of me just taking care of you.”

“Oh my fuck, Timmy,” you turned wrapping your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly, tear filled your eyes and ran down your cheeks. “You are the best person I love you so much,” you said, grabbing his face and kissing all over it. “I don’t deserve you been so kind and perfect.”

He laughed grabbing your cheeks running the pads of his fingers across his face, wiping away your tears. “Baby baby baby, don’t cry. You are my wife, the love of my life, and my best friend. You deserve the world, stop thinking so negatively about yourself,” he said softly. “Pauline has Pascal for the night and it is all about you tonight.”

“Timmy, you are the best husband ever. I mean it. You have been doing all the heavy lifting and I am so grateful for you,” you said kissing him again.

He kissed you back before pulling away, helping you get out of your clothes. “We are partners there is nothing wrong with leaning on each other and taking the load. Marriage isn’t 50/50, sometimes it's 30/70 or 40/60. You always take the load when I am away. I’m happy to just be a dad and a husband right now.” Timmy kissed along your shoulders before guiding you into the tub. “Relax, my love.”

You moaned softly as you sink into the warm water. Your eyes closed instantly, letting the calming scent fill your body. “Hey, get in with me,” You said when you opened your eyes and saw him leaving.

“I was going to go make dinner,” he chuckled.

“No, please get in with me. You deserve to relax as well. We can make food later. Just want to be with you,” you mumbled pouting.

“Don’t pull out the pout,” he said, shaking his head.

“I won’t if you get in with me.”

Undressing he made his way over to you. “My dove so adorable needing my attention and cuddles.” He said. You sat up letting him slide in behind you, before settling into his hold.

Your eyes closed again as you relaxed into his arms. “My favorite place in the world,” you sighed.

“In the tub,” he joked, running his hands along your arms, soothingly.

“In your arms. I feel so safe, protected, and loved.” You happily snuggled closer to him.

“That is how I want you to feel, want you to know I am always here for you.” He said holding you a bit tighter. He loved you so much that it hurt and he missed you terribly these last few weeks. He hated not holding you in his arms.

“I think I need to take some time off. I missed spending time with you and Pas. We can go on a holiday.”

“We can go to Disney or out of the country,” he commented, kissing your shoulder. “Somewhere fun just the three of us. Pas will love that.” He was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “I've missed you, my dove so much.”

“I’m sorry.” Taking one of his hands you intertwined your hands, kissing the back of it. “I’ve missed you as well. My little honey nut cheerios,” you said.

Timmy laughed, it was a nickname you gave him back when you first started dating because he adored the cereal and while it was a joke and a slight dug, it was now a loving term of endearment. “Love when you call me that.” Cupping the side of your neck, he tilted your head back and kissed you.

His hand was wet and warm on the nape of your neck, you were sure he could feel how fast your pulse was. You’ve been together for years but sometimes kissing him was like the first time. Your stomach tightened and your eyes fluttered shut.

The kiss was tender, slow, and overwhelming loving. All your worries melted away as you continued to kiss him. You explored his mouth for the ninth time, you knew him as well as you knew yourself, a map engraved in your brain.

Timmy’s hand moved to your thigh, stroking lovingly, not trying to turn sexual but just holding you, touching you. He wanted to be as humanly close to you as he could be. Your lungs burned and you gaps frantically into his mouth, pulling away slightly so you can breathe.

“Je t’aime, ma colcombe,” He sighed, into your ear. His chest rose and fall quickly behind you. His hands moved higher up on your thigh, pinching the skin lovingly.

“J’ai besion de tio,” you whimpered.

“Tell me. What do you need me to do. I’ll do anything for you, all you have to do is ask, my dove.”

Grabbing the back of his head you brushed your lips against his. The slight brush grew heated and hungry a moment later. “Please touch me. I need you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Okay. I’ve got you,” he promised. Timmy kissed you once more, his hands moved to your mound, spreading your lips and stroking a fingers along your core. You shuddered, your hips jumped into his hand.

“Please.”

“No need to beg me. I’ll take good care of you.” One of his fingers dipped in your dripping cunt. Timmy pumped his finger shallowly for a few moments before adding another, curling his fingers and messaging your inner walls, stretching you out.

Your head dropped onto his shoulder and your eyes closed as you writhed in his lap. Your hips had a mind of their own as they grind down on his fingers. All too soon you felt your muscle tightened and moans grew louder.

Timmy hummed, kissing and sucking on your neck as you came around his fingers. “There you go, so perfect. So beautiful, I love you.” You squirm and sang prayers in his name as you rode out your orgasm. When you stopped shaking Timmy took hold of his cock and rubbed his head against your still twitching cunt.

“Do you need another minute?” He asked with barely concealed restraint.

“No. Please I need to feel you inside of me right now,” Your eyes opened slightly as you hazily made eye contact with him.

Grasping your thigh with one hand Timmy spread your legs wider and slowly sink into you. You cried out squeezing his cock as he split you opened. Timmy hissed, “So tight, how are you always so tight, my love.” He pressed you closer to him, your back flushed against his chest.

“I love you,” you panted, turning your head to press kisses to any and every part of him you could reach.

“I love you too. God I don’t think I am going to last long,” he replied, slowly rocking his hips, forcing his cock deeper into you.

Rolling your hips against him you grabbed the side of the tub as you rode his cock. The water splashed around but neither of you cared as you got lost in each other. “Please please,” you begged.

“Shit, mon dieu.” Timmy’s words sputtered out, more French and English fell from his lips but you couldn’t grasp them as his hips move faster, his nails digging so hard into your thigh until you felt the skin break.

“Sorry, fuck,” he choked out apologizing, smothering your neck with kisses to make up for it. The pain only intensified your pleasure and you whined high in your throat, moving your hips faster as your second release washed over you.

“Oh my..” Timmy’s words were cut off as he came undone, painting your inside with his hot cum. He forced your hips down on his lap so he could be as deep inside of you as possible.

“Need to kiss you,” he mumbled, spent.

Nodding you rest your head on his shoulder and he leaned down kissing you, stealing the rest of the air in your lungs. “My dove, my love, love you love you love you,” he repeated moving his lips to your cheeks.

A happy giggle bubbled from your throat as you basked in the glow of your pleasure and his attention. “I love you too. My sweet sweet husband.” Timmy wrapped his arms tighter around you.

Timmy kissed your shoulder before sitting up. You whined not wanting to move, just wanting to be close to him and listening to his breath, feel his chest rise and fall against your back.

“I’m just getting the wine, baby, I’m not leaving.” He kissed your head and grabbed the bottle opening and poured some into both glasses. He offered you one of the glasses which you graciously took.

“It’s my favorite,” you said, a grin splitting your face.

“Of course it is. It’s our favorite, we had it on our first day and after our first fight and the night I propose and at our wedding.”

“Do you have a secret supply somewhere?” You teased.

“I may or may not have tracked down and brought most of the bottles?”

You choked on your wine. “Are you serious?”

“Hmm. It’s the best Wine. It’s our wine.”

“No one quite does romance like you Timmy.”

“Well, only the best for my wife.”

You flushed, sipping more of your wine. “You are the best husband and dad. Pascal adores you and I adore you.”

“You two are my life and I can’t imagine my life without you both,” he said.

Finishing off the bottle you two lovingly stayed pressed together, Timmy's cock still deep inside of you. Every laugh sent you gasping until he had you pressed against the side of the tub. “Water’s too cold, bed.” You gasped out.

Slowly pulling out of you, he stood and got out of the tub. He stared down at you still in the tub, the bubbles all gone and he could perfectly see everything. “So stunning,” He said in awe.

“See the Greek God,” you grinned moving to the side of the tub.

He chuckled, leaning down and kissing you before helping you out of the tub and wrapping a towel around your waist. He lazily dried you off and then you dried him off. The moment you dropped the towel he was taking you in his arms and leaving for the bedroom.

Timmy pressed you down on the bed, taking your hands as he attached his lips to one of your nipples. You moaned feeling goosebumps all over your body and your nipples harder. “I love your breast, baby,” he said as he switched from one to the other.

And then the mood was ruined as your stomach growled. Timmy throw himself into the bed next to you as he laughed, loud and joyously. “Oh my god, I can’t believe that happened,” he said laughing so hard he was having trouble breathing.

Your whole body burned as you turned over and hide your face in the pillow. “Don’t laugh at me,” you whined.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. It was just too good,” he said. “Let’s go make some dinner yeah? Need to feed that hungry beast in your stomach,” he teased.

“Shut up,” You said, still with your face in the pillow.

“Okay, I’m done, no jokes or laughing,” He said. The bed dipped as he got up and pulled on a pair of shorts. He grabbed one of his shirts and put it on the bed for you. “Come on baby I got ingredients for that pasta dish you love.”

“Really?” You asked looking over at him. He still was grinning widely, but he nodded earnestly.

“Yes now let’s go,” he said slapping your ass.

“Hey,” you said tossing a pillow at him. He laughed dodging the pillow and walking to the door.

“Sorry, I saw it. You are lucky I didn’t bite it, but then we would never leave the room,” he said, voice lowly slightly as he looked you up and down.

Playfully you grab the shirt he put on the bed and covered your chest. “I am offended. I’m a married woman.”

“Then your husband is a very lucky man,” He said stalking back towards you.

You quickly pulled the shirt over your head and stood up from the bed. Timmy stood in front of you and grabbed the shirt pulling you into his arms. “Right now, I’ve never felt luckier or happier. Recently, I’ve felt a discord and I was worried.” He confused.

You soften, hugging him tightly. “I wish I had something better to say than I’m sorry because I am and I will do better and have a better work-life balance.”

“I’m not upset, I just missed us connecting. I understand your work life and being stressed, I just felt a bit down about it.”

“Never again. Never again, please tell me next time. I don’t want you to feel like that ever again.” He nodded ducking his head a bit, but you quickly pulled him in for a kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Grabbing your hand, he gave you a squeeze before you both left the room and into the kitchen. Timmy picked you up and put you on the counter. “Now you stay here and let me cook.”

“I thought we were going to cook together.”

“You are an awful cook. I’m sorry but I’m hungry and I want this to be quick.” He said laughing as you gawked at him.

“I’m hungry so I won’t argue but I am not an awful cook.”

“That sounds like arguing to me.”

“Fine fine. Cook Chef Chalamet.”

“Ohh that sounds like a good book name?”

“Cook chef Chalamet? Are you going to write a cookbook?” You mocked.

“Don’t mock the person making your food,” He said as he started cooking.

“Okay. I’ll just sit here and watch my amazing husband make me food. I’m definitely the lucky one.”

“From where I am, I can see up your shirt so I’ll say I’m the lucky one,” he smirked. Once he cooked the shrimp and dropped the pasta in the water he was making his way between your legs.

“Shall I have a pre-dinner snack?” He teased, his breath ghosting over your cunt that was already soaking for him. His tongue traced around your clit. Moaning you pressed your cunt closer to his face.

“Eager for me?” He hummed before flicking his tongue along your fold, moaning as the taste of you hit his tongue. “So sweet, so yummy.”

Leaning back on your elbows you watched your husband move his tongue quicker, his tongue worked you over until you were shaking and begging him for more. “Need my tongue in your tight little cunt?”

“Yeah, yeah, please.”

Timmy pulled away, laughing as you whined and tried to wrap your legs around his shoulder to keep him close. “Baby the pasta will overcook,” He said, kissing both of your thighs before moving back to the stove.

“What happened to a night taking care of me?” You whined.

Your stomach growled again and he sent you an amused look. “I am, you need to eat? Did you eat today?”

You made a non-committal noise in the back of your throat. You had an apple and a sandwich this morning but nothing since you left the house. “The pasta smells amazing,” you finally said.

Timmy let the change of topic happen as he added the pasta to the sauce. “When do you want to go on vacation?”

“I finished the project for my client today and everything else is running smoothly. I’ll go in on Monday and see how the next few weeks look, but I say the sooner the better. Do you have any work lined up?”

Hopping down from the counter you grabbed two plates passing them to your husband. Adding pasta to both plates Timmy carried them both to the bedroom. You settled between his legs as you both wanted to still be close.

“We will have to do some planning, but I’m sure it will fit into my schedule, I haven’t gotten a schedule for the Apple TV show yet, but it’s still months out and will shoot here. Just want to have some fun family time. You mentioned Disney, maybe Disney in Paris. Rent a villa?”

“Sounds perfect.” You said, snuggling into him.

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friendly-neighbourhood-spiderm4n · 2 years

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Yesssss thanks for responding to my questions! Could u do headcannons for a Will Byers x Big! Scary! Himbo! Male reader?( So, basically the reader looks like he could kill you in a heartbeat and everyone’s afraid of him, but he’s actually just a sweet, shy, dumb puppy and If you can could you add that he has demon powers that turn him into a gigantic demon, horns, sharp teeth, 7’5, all that jazz kind of like hulk powers?) If you could do even some it would be Fantastic! I love your writing and no one writes for Will, even though he’s obviously 💅. Plz? 🥺Sorry this is a long request! Here’s a reward cookie if you read it all 🍪

A/N - I was smiling the whole time I read this, I love this, it’s so cute!!

>Will finds it awkward yet kinda funny standing next to you. He is this regular 80’s teenager while you are scarier and far more intimidating then Billy.

>But then, he also loves to see you be soft and dumb, cause bro, he loves it, and low key needs wants it.

>If he ever roped you into playing D&D with him, he is always reminding of the rules, cause let’s be honest, they are hard to remember.

>If any of his friends make fun of you, he defends you. If any of his friends make fun of him (whether they are joking or not is another matter.), you just have to stare them in the eyes and they’ll with probably piss they’re pants.

>Joyce 100% knows. Mainly cause she was the one who encouraged him to ask you out.

>Adding to that, Will confessed, I’m sorry, but you is too dumb to realise or even slightly catch onto Will’s MASSIVE crush on you.

>I imagined you found out about the whole upside down around after star court mall cause he was moving, and needed to tell you.

>That’s also when he confessed to you.<3

>And then on Christmas break, he found out about your secret. Probably cause you guys went on a walk at night and some guy tried to attack you’s. You only showed you horns, your very sharp teeth and that terrifying stare that didn’t match your personality.

>Honestly, your parent/Guardian had to drill it into your head that intimidation was one of the very few ways to avoid serious problems.

>He freaked out. Poor boy had horrible flashbacks to when the Mind Flayer possessed him. He looked at you afraid, and you thought he was scared of you.

>You definitely started trying explain yourself and almost suffocated yourself cause you hadn’t stop talking for 5 minutes straight (which neither of you are.💅)

>It naturally took him some time (a week or so) to fully get the idea into his head that he was dating a demon boy.

>I feel like you would also visit him in Cali every 3 weeks for the weekend just it makes you sad to be away from him.

>If you have insomnia, he will play with your hair, your head in his lap, curled up in one of his shirts he wore as Pajamas. Probably almost falling asleep too.

>Just cause you have the hulk powers basically, he calls you ‘Smashable’.

>El knows you two are 2 gays and finds it nice that Will is happy.

>Johnathan was wary of you at first, then warmed up to you when he found you both passed out, surrounded by chocolate and fizzy drinks and sugar galore, holding each other while grease is playing on the TV.

>Jonathan still scolded the both of you for all the sugar, and for being up past 1:00am

>After that tho, he's feels more calm about you.

>When you're at you full height, he likes to play hide n' seek. He knows you kinda suck at it.

>If you ever have your horns out, and you do something bad, he'll grab you by the horn and drag you down to eye level before proceeding to tell you off.

>He definitely has painted you, whether that be looking like a regular human and a demon. (The demon ones are strictly hidden around his place to not alert his family, he doesn't to worry them, they've been through to much)

>He honestly still doesn't know if you can swim, despite living in Cali and having access to several.

>When it comes to sleeping, boy is always sleeping on you. You're the big spoon unless he wants to help you fall asleep cause of your insomnia.

>Joyce loves to have you over. Your a great help to all her kids and even herself. It makes her happy to see Will is happy with someone who really loves him.<3

#stranger things #will byers #will byers x reader #will byers x male reader

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semiferalstreetcoyote · 9 months

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ok i wanted to do something for croma week rlly bad and since i'm not that confident in my art skills i wrote a fanfic :) its only about 2k words, i've never really done this before tho so i hope it turned out ok lol (ignore that it’s a day late)

“Did Lord Death really need to rent a venue this far away?”

“Maka, keep your fucking eyes on the road!”

“I wouldn’t need to keep looking back and forth if you read off the directions like you were supposed to!”

Soul grumbled something about the ‘straightforward’ instructions under his breath in reply. When Maka glanced at him, his dirty sneakers that he had insisted on wearing were smudging the dashboard and he was very clearly watching a Minecraft parkour video. Despite the lack of space in the back, she was regretting giving him shotgun privileges. She could have made room somewhere. Overlooking the trunk was too generous a move.

In the rearview mirror she checked on her passengers. Kid sat in the middle seat – the ‘bitch seat’, as Patti refused to stop calling it. Liz and Patti sat on either side in matching white dresses. Their outfits had been painstakingly planned out by Kid weeks in advance. On each side of his chest he wore a perfectly positioned white boutonniere.

“Kid,” Maka asked into the mirror, “why is your dad going to all this trouble? Couldn’t we just do this on school grounds?”

“He mentioned something-or-other about wanting to do ‘something normal’ for the student body. I believe all of this is wildly unnecessary, but… you know Dad.”

“Ah.”

“Maka, that’s – that’s the turn. You’re missing it. Get the – no, the sign with the balloons on it. Maka!”

“I got it! Stop yelling in my damn ear, Soul!”

The venue that Lord Death had chosen was rectangular and beige, with large cardboard letters that spelled ‘PROM’ adorning the entrance. They weren’t lit up and so they loomed in the darkness above the students. Even though the little parking lot, too, was dim, it was clear that most of the spots were taken.

“Maka, your clock reads eight-o’-four,” chirped Kid from the back seat. “Prom started at eight o’ clock. Your clock is fast, right?”

Soul sighed. “Calm down, Kid. Ever heard of being fashionably late? It’s cool.”

“I don’t see what’s ‘cool’ about being late.”

“Yep, that checks out.”

“Frankly, I don’t need somebody who wears Air Jordans to a formal event lecturing me on what’s ‘cool’ and what isn’t.”

“Both of you please shut up.” Maka swerved into a free space at the end of the lot and the jolt, thankfully, quieted the bickering men.

Black Star and Tsubaki stood outside the entrance and greeted the group when they arrived, by leaping up and down and waving, respectively. Soul ran ahead and ended up in a headlock, his friend shaking him around like a dog with a toy. Maka chuckled under her breath. Black Star was Soul’s reason for showing up at the micro-event. Neither of them could miss such a cool, super-cool gathering of coolness.

As soon as Maka stepped inside, she was snow-blind. Had Lord Death decided on ‘the color white’ as the theme? White streamers, white paper lining the floor, and was that a cutout of a polar bear in the corner? It had to be. The disappointment that hit Maka did not seem to affect Soul and Black Star in the slightest. Both of them trotted off to explore. Tsubaki, now separate from her friend, crept up to Maka.

“Hi, Maka.”

“Hi, Tsubaki! How did getting Black Star up here go?”

“He tried to wear one of those dollar sign necklaces. He… has a sense of style!”

Maka grimaced. “He sure has one.”

“Crona is already here, by the way. I saw them in the window while we were waiting for you.”

Maka would have been content staying at home studying the whole night. Crona was her reason to go. Prom was nothing more than an excuse to see the people you adore, after all, and the more time she spent with them, the more her affection grew.

“Really? Where are they?”

“Over there.”

Tsubaki pointed to what appeared to be a snack bar. Crona stood crooked beside a wide punch bowl, observing the dancers on the floor. Tsubaki giggled and threw Maka back to the present. She had been staring.

“Tsubaki, look at them. Look at their bowtie. They’re so cute, I’m… my hands are so sweaty. Ew.” She laughed to herself.

“They really do look nice. You go talk to them. I’m going to say hello to Liz and Patti.”

“Got it. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck! You’ll do just fine.”

Crona spotted Maka after she was already speeding toward them. They jolted and offered an awkward wave hello.

“Crona! Hi! Is it okay if I give you a hug?”

“Oh! Th– that’s fine!”

Maka threw her arms around them in a bear hug. She wasn’t sure if the lavender smell on them was the work of false fragrance or a real plant in their pocket, but she loved it all the same. Their jacket itself was soft. Very soft. She buried her forehead into their shoulder.

“It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you, too. I, uh… missed you.”

“God, you see her all the time. You saw her two days ago, dumbass.”

Maka forced a smile. “Hi, Ragnarok.”

“Ignore him,” Crona whispered. “Do you like the decorations? It was mostly Marie and me setting them up.”

“They’re nice. I’m, uh… not sure I understand the theme.”

Crona lit up and snatched a solo cup from the table beside them. They filled it with the punch and handed it to Maka.

“Try it. It’ll make sense, I promise.”

“...Oh, it’s coca-cola.”

Crona pointed to the cutout of the polar bear. Up close, Maka could see that someone had draped a scarf around its shoulders.

“Oh my God, is the prom coca-cola bear themed?”

They nodded vigorously. “Marie came up with it after Lord Death bought nothing but white decorations.”

“That’s adorable! I… don’t think anybody’s going to get it, though.”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m over here, so I can explain it to anyone who doesn’t know.”

Maka squinted. “Your plan is to be over here, pouring soda for everyone the whole time?”

“Um… yes?”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather tag along with me instead?”

Maka saw Crona begin to blush. The abundance of black blood let off a gray color instead of the typical red. Crona looked back and forth; the confidence that they once held had evaporated into the stuffy room.

“Are you sure that I wouldn’t bother you, or anything?”

“Of course you wouldn’t bother me. Actually, I’d really like to spend time with you.”

Crona agreed, thankfully, because Maka’s face burnt and she was not entirely sure what she would say if they had any other doubts. Together they said hello to the chaperones – Marie, Sid, Stein, and Naigus, each of them commenting on the secret theme and Crona’s involvement – and bounced between Tsubaki’s group and the snack bar. Despite the attractions and the people to spend time with, Maka’s attention remained consistently fixed upon Crona.

They had been engaged in this routine for an hour until the dj’s cacophonous dance music was abruptly replaced by some 80s love ballad that Maka couldn’t remember the name of. From the snack bar, they watched groups break off into pairs or cluster at the back of the room.

“The music’s quieter now,” noted Crona.

“Yeah. It’s so that everyone who brought a date can, well… have their date. It’s the whole reason couples come here, anyway.”

“Oh.”

She took a deep breath and wiped her palms onto her dress. “Do you want to dance with me, Crona?”

Crona froze, their mouth open, a small pretzel still in their hand. “Are you- are you sure that you want to? With me? I - I’ve never really done this before and I don’t want to ruin–”

“I’m sure. I’ve kind of been hoping that I’d get to dance with you since I got here.”

Crona’s whole face bore smudges of gray, like charcoal. They scratched the back of their neck and, with great care, held out their hand for Maka. She took it.

“Awh, your hands are sweaty, too!”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay! I don’t mind, I promise.”

After a few failed attempts at a traditional dance, the pair decided that the best course of action would be to follow the precedent set by the other couples and rock back and forth holding each other. Maka could hear Crona’s heartbeat even over the music. Every once in a while they asked for some form of confirmation – was Maka comfortable, was she still okay with it, and so on – and each time, she reassured them.

“I’ve been having a really good time with you,” she whispered during the song’s closing solo.

“Yeah. This is really nice… thank you for dancing with me, Maka.”

“Mhm! Like I said, I really wanted to.”

Crona just smiled and pulled Maka closer. What was once a loud growl of dozens of people talking throughout the room had died down to a distant humming. She could focus on them, their texture, their smell, everything. Nobody else existed.

The song changed from classic rock back to modern pop and the roar started up again. Maka looked around at the groups of friends reclaiming the dance floor, and among them, she spotted Black Star and Soul dancing – perhaps they thought that they were on fire and they were flailing in fear. That would explain quite a bit.

“These idiots,” she scoffed.

“Hey, Casanova,” Ragnarok sneered, “Why don’t you take your lady friend upstairs?”

“Oh, no, they said not to go up there.”

“Come on, I’m trying to do you a favor here!”

“Ragnarok, shut the fuck up.” Maka looked from the vile little ghoulie back to Crona. “What’s upstairs?”

“Oh, it’s just the roof. Marie said not to let anyone up there because someone could fall.”

She side-eyed Black Star, who was doing some sort of dance that involved clenching his hands into fists and wiggling his arms very very fast. “Did she name any names?”

Crona seemed to see, too. They winced. “I guess that rule was probably for him. It’s so loud in here… we can go up there, if you want. So we can hear each other better. I don’t think that would be against the rules.”

They snuck through the stairwell door after Crona revealed its location – obscured behind one of the bear cutouts. Outside, nothing could be heard of the party except for a muffled beat. Nothing could be felt except for a cool night breeze. Against the horizon, turbines whirred valiantly in the darkness. Both of them sat down side by side in the middle of the roof.

“This is much better,” sighed Maka.

“Mm.”

“Are you okay?”

“Just happy. This past…well, everything has been really nice. Thanks for hanging out with me, Maka.”

“Of course. You don’t have to keep thanking me.” She grinned and nudged their shoulder.

“Sorry. Habit. I just don’t know how to say it. Being with you at the DWMA has been… I’ve been happy. Especially because of you. You’re amazing. I really… I really like you.”

“I really like you, too. You’re one of the bravest people I know.” She was smiling. Her face hurt from it. “Hey. Crona. Look at me, okay?”

“Hm?”

Maka leaned in. She waited, in case Crona wanted to pull away, and when they only leaned closer she held their jawline and kissed them. A second later it was over, and she was staring into their eyes again. Those eyes sparkled like lightning in the desert.

“Hi.” They said after a sizeable trail of stammering.

She giggled. “Hi.”

For a time – there was no way to be certain whether it was minutes or hours – Maka leaned against their shoulder and the two of them spoke in whispers while they looked at the stars. The kiss seemed to give Crona a second wind of courage and they had their free arm caressing Maka’s.

“The others and I are going to go to my place after this and watch a movie,” she said. “I’d really like it if you came.”

“Are you sure they wouldn’t mind?”

“Are you kidding? They all like you. Even Kid.”

“Mm.” They smiled. “I’ll come with you, then.”

A coyote cried out somewhere in the distance.

“All of this really has been great. Even the shitty music and the coke bear theme.”

“Your lips tasted like coke when you kissed me.”

Maka laughed. “Well, there’s worse things, I guess.”

It was almost midnight when Soul and Black Star lost their energy at the dance. They were some of the last to leave apart from the chaperones themselves. What this meant was a lot of barefoot waiting in the car for Maka, Crona, Kid, Liz, and Patty.

“Okay, we’ve gotten through… fourteen songs waiting,” sighed Liz. “Any requests for the fifteenth?”

“I don’t think I know any more songs,” said Crona.

“Really? That’s tragic. Liz, play something classic,” Kid ordered.

“Classic or classical? I can never tell with you.”

“Wait, hold on!” Maka gripped the steering wheel. “Here he comes!”

Soul walked across the parking lot, his tie undone and his shoelaces spilling over the pavement. He was a mess. He staggered to the shotgun door and opened it, only noticing too late how it was occupied.

“What? Crona? Huh. Would you mind moving over?”

“Sorry, Soul. You snooze, you lose.” Maka smiled. “You’ll just have to sit somewhere else.”

“Wh–? There’s no more seats. Where am I going to sit?”

“Well, there’s always the trunk.”

#croma #cromaka #croma week #cromaweek #maka albarn #crona gorgon #crona x maka #soul eater #this was so much fun to write tbh #no angst just fluff #croma week fanfiction #soul eater fanfiction #lowkey just filled in some of the dialogue with shit i would do with my bf #hiii spence

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fwob · 1 year

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CAN I PLEASEE PLZ PLS GET UR FIC RECS DUDE (can i also rec one; poly philtatos (the most loved by far)

anything for you anon <3 sorry for taking . checks watch . two days .

under the cut cuz i have . A Few

PROJECT: ICARUS - aka the fic thats been absolutely rotting my brain for the past week . luffy dies at marineford except actually just kidding hes still alive but hes a marine pacifista / seraphim / human weapon now . oops ! please read it its so good the first 2 chapters are fucking BRUTAL

put your faith in what you most believe in - luffy gets sick . sabo's understandably worried . this ones a top contender for my fav op fic . i think abt this one CONSTANTLY

literally every taizi fic . yes all of them . i have read every single op fic theyve published . they're all bangers . no exceptions . but i will specifically recommend the previous fic , as well as this one , this one , this one , this one , and this one

wish by spirit and if by yes - sabo visits the whitebeards on revolutionary business . also a top contender for my fav op fic . i REALLY love this one the dynamic is SO good

i know you by the state of your hands - time travel shenanigans

breathe - luffy has a nightmare and an ensuing panic attack and law calms him down . they chat . VERY good i really like this one . the sequel is also good its linked on the fic

asl in red - this whole series is insane . it starts as like "shanks adopts ASL !!!" and then it just goes completely off the rails . like god whats going on . its great tho

ache in the rain (and remember the wounds) - luffy sees ghosts !

luffy's law - i dont know whats really going on in this fic but i fuck with it . will be incorporating multiple things from this fic into any modern au i make in the future

whatever you can still betray - ace has GOT to be a marine spy because nothing he says makes any fucking sense . i really love this one its so fun

finally i get to choose what's wrong (and what is right) - listen . 90% of the time i am FIRMLY against genderbending one character and nobody else . but like . im a fan of this one . also makino has a gun

si c'est un âme - your soulmate's first words to you are written on your body . luffy has 9 phrases on his back . i AM in fact a platonic soulmate enjoyer

blood song - post thriller bark zolu ...... ough

on brotherhood - ageswap , luffy is the older brother

code of misconduct - there's a set of written rules on the thousand sunny . VERY silly fic . very fun

hey, let's get lost (along the way) - luffy , ace , nami , and vivi get lost in alabasta . shenanigans ensue

i can't be selfless - garp invites aokiji to dawn island to help convince luffy to be a marine

god's emperor - shanks meets a young god . this was before 1044 actually like damn girl ur ON that shit

how it should have healed - the aftermath of some of luffy's various injuries

seven deadly sins - trafalgar law's new apartment is haunted by exactly seven (7) ghosts

chasing the remnants - sabo accompanies dragon to loguetown

little monsters - usopp and sanji get captured by marines

of dawn and dreams - i could not tell you what this series is about but its mostly shanks and buggy . its good tho

don't bury me with gold - WORLD NOBLE SABO ....... oughhh this one is so good . i think abt it a lot

sun over the horizon - luffy gives his crew some much-needed affection after a battle

take a step in mine - on their way out of marineford , luffy collapses a little bit earlier . it changes some things

spin a yarn - time travel shenanigans . this whole series makes me completely and utterly insane . read it now

over the course of a day - worlds worst roadtrip

greatest gift of all - luffy is 10 years younger than his brothers

two and a half pirates - luffy is 16 years younger than his brothers

unsinkable - the ocean is luffy's mother . ive seen like 3 different fics with this concept but this one is my favourite

three years, give or take - time travel shenanigans , except it's ace this time

hide the knives - after ace joins the whitebeards , shanks drops by for a party

beginning the next dream - time travel shenanigans . there's a reason it's the most kudosed op fic

make a choice (turncoat hero) - garp accidentally becomes a pirate . whoops !

boy with a scar - luffy vanishes after sabo dies and shows up 4 years later with a slave brand . what kind of man would i be if i didnt include boy with a scar . i love this one a lot

in which higuma doesn't get drunk, even though he really, really wants to - time travel shenanigans

sunflowers - genderfluid luffy ....... god i love transgenderism

pain scale - luffy gets injured and nobody realizes for a while , himself included

sibling sympathies - ace and nami have a chat in alabasta

small changes - id summarize this one but tbh i dont super remember what happens in this one i just remember rlly liking it . its a cora lives au i know that . read it anyways

too bright to see - lusan ..............

i'll keep the king (i'll keep him safe) - EXCEPTIONALLY good luffy whump . very good

of scissors and combs - luffy gets a haircut

and heres four gear fifth fics that i like. id summarize them all but i dont really want to so like . just trust me on this one . read em

also thanks for the rec !! ive been meaning to read that one for weeks thanks for giving me an excuse to finally do it . here's the link for anyone who hasn't read it which you should because it's VERY good

#was literally fighting for my life to post this #was gonna post it this morning but then it fucking deleted half of them so i had to wait til i got home to fix it #and then i fixed it and then it did it AGAIN #anyways godbless i went thru literally all of my bookmarks for this #ace speaks #ask #save #<- so i dont lose it later hopefully

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romanarose · 2 years

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Leather and Lace: Chapter 4

Santiago Garcia X OC

Previous part here : Next part here

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While on the mission, Pope and the guys find a girl tied up in the basement of a drug lord. Through a few unforeseen circumstances, the girl and Pope get separated from Will, Frankie and Benny and have to find their way back in the woods. She doesn’t talk, is malnourished and traumatized, and Pope has the instinct to protect her at all costs.

(Pretend this is him leaning over a railing while talking to Fish okay)

WARNINGS!!!: for whole fic there’s gonna be violence, mentions of blood, mentions of sex trafficking, ptsd, sexual trauma (past), physical trauma, gunshots, eventual smut!! Don’t read just for the smut tho cuz it’s not smut focused.

Warnings: UUUHH maybe nothing really? Will being a dick? kissing? at worst? Kinda soft, lil angst then soft.

I wrote this,,,, SO TIRED. Not my best work tbh. I think I'm gonna keep updates to once a week until Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside is done bc between this, SSSB, Seattle, the han solo story ive been trying to finish for two years, and the one shots i wanna do AND taking 19 credits and working 4 days a week.... it's a lot. I want my work to remain as good as I know I'm capable of. Thank you for all for patience, and thank you for all your lovely encouragements! Fanfiction writing can be so thankless sometimes, it makes me so emo-tional to see your nice words. In the mean time, come read Sunshine! I've been told it's pretty bingeable if I do say so myself. I see a lot of people like it chapter by chapter and inhale it in a day or two. 27 chapters out of 33!

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“Home sweet home” Santi opened his front door, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible, despite being exhausted from the flight. He let her in, holding the door as she wandered in, carrying her backpack. Lace had refused to let Santiago Garcia carry it. He was already carrying his bags plus one of Benny’s, and she already felt uncomfortable with her dependance on him. Benny’s friend had picked them up, dropping Santi and Laci off at his place. Frankie and Will had stayed behind for a few extra days to finish what they were supposed to all do in the days after they raided the house. Unfortunately, between Santi’s disappearance from the house and Benny’s gunshot wound, they had gotten side tracked. Will had a fucking fit about Santi leaving, which had turned into some choice words and a Frankie once again having to separate them before it got too far. Frankie, who was less than thrilled about Santiago leaving with Laci, agreed Santiago should go. Ben wanted to stay as well, but his shoulder was still out of commission. Frankie also thought it was a good idea to separate Will and his injured brother to allow Will space to calm down without constantly seeing his brother damaged

Laci took in the space. She wore pants and a long sleeve, covering the array of bruises she was still recovering from. She turned to him with a smile. ‘It’s nice’ The place wasn’t huge, but it was clean, it was safe, and it was his. After he had retrieved the money that was thrown in the canyon, Santi had split it with his 3 other friends. Most of them felt… wrong, having the money, so they all kept the money aside for emergencies, donated a lot, and made a few smart purchases. All of them had bought houses, no mortgage. At the very least, they’d always have a home.

“It’s late, but we can go to the store tomorrow and get you set up with some more clothes, anything else you need.”

She turned to him, nervous and shaking her head. “It’s fine”

“No, Lace it’s okay, let me do this.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll get a job and get out of your hair” She dodged his eyes again. They had made a lot of progress, she was talking more freely, but she never held his eyes for long.

“Lace…” Pope wondered how he could make her see, make her believe that he just wanted to help her. He took her hands, careful not to startle her. “This… this is your home now. You can stay here as long as you need, I mean it. Don’t worry about working until you’re ready. Let’s get you set up with services, counseling, medical… Don’t even think about work yet.”

She leaned into him, holding tight on his hands but looking away. “Expensive.” She muttered.

He sighed. “Listen, it’s a lot to explain but… I came into some money recently. Don’t worry about that. Just…” He took her face in his hand, turning her face to him, and she finally looked at him. “Lace, let me take care of you” He kept her eye contact, watched her eyes searching his face. She was looking for a hint of a lie, of malicious intent. She found nothing but tenderness.

Before Santiago even had a moment to react, her lips were on his. He kissed back the moment their lips met, purely on instinct. When his brain caught up and realized it was her, it was her lips, chapped and hesitant, he kissed back with more fervor, wrapping his arms around his waist and she melted into his arms. Then, he realized what was happening. Santi pulled away, taking a few steps back and away from her, disgusted with himself.

“I’m sorry” He said all too quickly, as soon as he saw her distressed face. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

He expected her to cry or panic, he didn’t expect this response. Her face set into a nervous determination. She pointed at him and shook her head. Then she pointed at herself. ‘You didn’t do it, I did’

“I know,” He clarified. Here he was with a traumatized and vulnerable girl in his home, she probably felt obligated to sleep with him, she thought that's what he wanted… He scrubbed his face, then looked back at her. Laci’s face was red, looking at the floor. She was embarrassed. “Can we just… let's pretend this never happened, okay? Finish showing you around?”

She nodded, not talking. Santi fought the urge to sigh again. Two steps forward, one step back. “C’mon, I’ll show you the yard.” He wanted to just block out the last two minutes from their collective memories. He started walking toward the sliding glass doors, but stopped when he heard her footsteps stop. He turned around and saw her staring at his bookshelf, staring at the 5 porcelain dolls on the top shelf.

She cocked her eyebrow up at him with a teasing smile. ‘Yours?’

He smiled, happy the tension was gone. “My sister’s, actually.”

Laci grinned, still lookin at the pretty, well cared for dolls, but was slightly nervous. She pointed to the house in general “does she live here?”

Santi’s kind smile waved a tad. “She died. It’ll be two years next month. Overdose.”

She turned to him, but he remained focused on the shelves, so she turned back. After a moment, she spoke. “My brother. I was 20. He raised me after our parents died.” Another pause as Laci took a shaky breath. “Suicide.”

Santi took her hand.

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A week later, Santi was parking his car on Frankie’s street. “You sure you’re okay? We can still turn around, Fish will understand.”

Laci had thought she was hiding her anxiety well, but somehow, Pope always knew what she was thinking. This was helpful, seeing as she still hardly spoke. It came and went in moments, he was never exactly sure what caused her to start or stop talking. If she was anxious or upset she shut down, but sometimes there didn’t seem to be a cause.

She looked at him with a little smile. ‘It’s fine. You want to go, so we’ll go.’ The two of them had gone everywhere together this week, every appointment and every meeting with a social worker or doctor. He wouldn’t leave her at the house alone, and he knew she would insist on going despite her reservations. She had asked who was coming. Pope knew that was code for ‘is Will coming’. The two of them had yet to interact. With Frankie, at least, he made an attempt to speak to her, dropping by when he got back to the states and asking yes/no questions to Laci so she didn’t feel left out. Will hadn’t been over, nor had be called. But she was fairly comfortable around Ben. Benny had been over a few times, and Laci even let Santi leave the room to go to the bathroom or get snacks, leaving her alone with Ben while they watched tv. Always Sunny in Philadelphia, of all things. It made him smile when he’d return to the room, watching her and Benny laughing out loud together.

They hadn’t addressed the kiss and neither made a move, but the tension was palpable some days. Her first full day there, she had tried to make him dinner while Pope showered. When he heard a bunch of banging, he rushed out, only stopping to wrap a towel around his waist and ran to the kitchen. He found Laci cleaning up a bunch of pans that had fallen on the floor. Looking up, her eyes widened as she stared at his shirtless torso. When her eyes flicked up to him, they stayed like that for a moment, Santi trying to read her face. He was good at it, he usually knew what she was saying or thinking… right then, she was unreadable.

She took his hand as Pope let himself in through the back gate and she took in the scene. It was a small gathering, Frankie had promised that it would just be the guys. Frankie usually held a cook out when everyone comes back from a mission, a way for everyone to decompress. Usually, it was a fucking party. Alcohol, lots of friends, family, and any random stranger Benny had met off the street that day. Today was small. Ever the peacekeeper, Frankie was hoping Will would warm up to Laci. Fish recognized, even if Pope was in denial, that Laci was going to be part of things for a long time. On a phone call with Ben while he was still out of the country, Benny had told him he thought something was going on between the pair, that they were absolutely inseparable. Benny was the one that noticed Santi’s watch was missing on the flight, and relayed the story Pope told him to Frankie.

“Hey guys!” Benjamin Miller swaggered over, hugging Santi and putting his hand on Laci’s shoulder. “C’mon! I’m on grill duty” It was a warm day, and now that Laci got to pick out her clothes, he found she liked to wear a lot of flowers. Her dress today was pink and white floral and a flowy skirt.

“Oh god,” Pope muttered, following the blonde boy.

“Relax, Garcia. Fish is cooking, I’m just in charge of making sure the burgers don’t burn.” Benny, Laci and Santi stood on the deck for a few minutes before Will opened the screen door, and he felt Laci tense.

He was carrying pop, tossing one to Ben and one to Santi, one for himself.

Santi called him out. “C’mon man, don’t be a dick.” He felt Laci’s hand on his arm, and turned to see her face. ‘Let it go’

Will rolled his eyes and cracked open his pop. Benny handed his to Laci “Here, I’m grabbing a beer” He walked into the house, grabbing Will with him and shutting the glass door, no doubt about to chew out Will.

Santiago turned to her “Sorry Lace, he’s being a dick.”

“You don’t have to… defend me or anything. I don’t want you guys to start fighting…” After learning about Santi’s sister’s death, and how most of his family is gone, she started to realize what these men meant to him. She didn’t want to be the one to cause any more problems than she already had.

Will and Benny returned, Will looking irritated but calmer. “Here” He handed Laci a snack pack of cheetos. A small gesture, but a gesture nonetheless.

Laci kept looking at the floor, but touched her hand to her mouth, then moved it out. ‘Thank you’ in sign language. Ben had taught Laci several basic sign language phrases to prepare for the party. All the guys know passable sign language, and this way she could communicate a few things without having to talk or have Santi translate her facial expressions.

When the door opened, Will’s grumpy face lit up. “Here’s the woman of the hour!” And held out his arms to snatch the little girl from Frankies arms. The one year old practically dived into Will’s arms. It was strange for Laci to see Will not glowering. One by one, each of the guys held the tiny toddler, Laci was absolutely enthralled with the sight of Santi holding the adorable girl, blowing raspberries on her stomach.

“Laci?” Frankie spoke up. “Would you like to hold her?”

Laci nodded frantically, and held out nervous arms for Frankie’s daughter. The 18 month old was hesitant to leave her tio’s arms, but once she was in Laci’s around, she put her little hands on Laci’s face. It was an immidiet bond between the two.

“Rosie,” Frankie steps over to the two girls, tickling the toddlers neck. “Meet Laci. Laci, this is Fatima Rosa Maria Morales Ferndanez. Or Rosie, as we usually call her, when she’s not in trouble.”

Benny smiled at his friend and his niece. “Powerful name for a powerful little girl.”

Frankie noticed Laci’s eyes welling up and her lip quivering. “You okay, Laci?”

Santi kicked himself for not picking up on her discomfort, moving to take Rosie out of Laci’s arms, but Laci held on, looking at the little girl adoringly. She turned and whispered to Santiago, who then turned to his friend, smiling. “She said she’s beautiful, Frankie.” Frankie smiled back.

The evening had been delightful. Santi always enjoyed seeing the guys, especially after a particularly stressful mission. Even if Will was being a bit of a dick. It wasn’t bad, Will knew how to tow a line, that was for sure. Just enough where Santi didn’t feel it was worth making a scene, but enough where his irritation was growing. Laci was mostly oblivious, she had Rosie on her hip, even so much as straying away from her ever-attachment at Santi’s side to play with her in the grass. Santi leaned over the deck, beer in hand as he watched her.

“I think Rosie has a friend.” Frankie joined him, looking at his daughter lovingly.

“Yeah.” Santi’s smile was huge. Frankie knew he was down bad.

“How’s she been adjusting?”

“She’s doing alright, considering. Therapy starts next week and she’s been to a few medical appointments, got her on meds, a diet to get back the nutrients she lost. Dentists gotta do some work, shit like that. She’ll have… she’ll have her moments. It’s hard to watch.”

Frankie nods. “What do you mean?”

“Sometimes I’ll find her asleep on the couch watching tv. She had to get on medicine for the nightmares, they seem to help, but she likes the light. She says the TV helps her focus. She watches Friends reruns. She doesn’t even like Friends, It’s just something else to think about, nothing serious, stupid sitcom.” He paused, unsure if he should say it, but if he could be honest with anyone, it was Fish. “She kissed me”

Frankie laughed. “Oh yeah. She kissed you.”

Pope turned to Frankie, finally looking at him “I’m serious!... I mean… I kissed back.”

“There it is.” Fish smirked.

Pope was defensive. “She did! Fish I would never want her to think she has to do anything just because I’m helping her.”

“But you wouldn’t mind if you and her… we’re together?.”

Pope rolled his eyes, “Well, she’s-” pretty he was about to say, turning back to Laci. She was on her back, legs up in the air with Rosie on her feet, playing superman. Laci’s skirt rode up, showing off the smooth curve of her ass. “Oh fuck” Santi and Frankie quickly turned out, but gave each other a side-eyed smile.

An hour later, Frankie was putting Rosie to bed, and Laci was back to Santiago’s side. When Frankie came back, everyone was gathered on the porch. “Hey Santi, I think you forgot something.” He tossed the watch to his friend.

“Fish, what the shit? How did you…?” Santi hugged Fish tighty “Hermano, how did you know I lost it?”

“Benny can’t keep a secret for the life of him.”

Benny meely shrugged, smiling.

Will, however, was confused. “Wait, is that Fatima’s watch?” He looked back and forth between Fish and Pope. “Why does Catfish have it?”

“I um…” Pope hesitated, his grin fading. “When we were in the forest, I sold it to get some food and water…”

“What the fuck Pope?” Will looked irrationally irritated.

Frankie put a hand on Will’s arm, trying to calm him. “Calm down.”

Will shrugged him up. “You sold Fatima’s watch because of her? Jesus Pope, what the hell?”

Pope put himself in front of Laci instinctively. “Back the fuck off, Ironhead. Now.”

Will look at Santi condescendingly. “What is she doing to you man? She almost got you killed, now you’re just being her bitch”

Ben saw it coming before Santi even made a move, smacking Frankie, signaling him to move. Ben grabbed Pope, holding him back as he went to punch Will and luckily, Frankie caught Ben’s message and grabbed Will’s shirt, warning him not to do anything. Laci stepped backwards until her back hit the deck railing, and there she froze.

“What is your fucking problem Will?!” Santi shouted at the much taller man.

“Do you have ANY IDEA how close you came to dying, Pope? It’s a goddamn miracle you didn’t get your head blasted open! You and Ben could’ve died! Then what? Do we spit up the money again and give it to your non-existent family and pretend it’s okay? If Ben died, would you just give me a pat on the back and say ‘Oh, sorry!’ and move on?”

Santi was in too much of a blind fury to possess what Will was saying “None of that has ANYTHING to do with her!” Santi pointed to the scared girl in the corner of the deck, clutching onto the railing for dear life.

“I told you we needed to move, but you never fucking listen! You had to baby her, you had to play knight in shining armor and rescue the pretty girl, meanwhile Benny gets shot and you literally dodge a bullet!”

Benny mumbles something about not bringing him into this, but no one was listening. Benny knew he wasn’t getting anywhere. Santi and Will would hash this out, Frankie would stop them from killing each other. He looked over to see Laci scared as shit. Carefully, he walked over to her. Her eyes were shut tight, but she knew it was Ben, because she knew what Santi’s hand felt like.

“Enough!” Frankie shouted after a few more pointless back and forths. “You guys hear that?” Through the upstairs window, everyone could hear Rosie crying. “You guys woke up and probably scared the shit out of my baby, not to mention Laci.” Santi suddenly noticed she had left his side, and felt a tinge of guilt and jealousy to see her so scared, but also holding the handsome young man’s hand. “Santi, Will, go inside and fucking sort this out like adults.” He noticed Santi glance to Laci again. “She’ll be fine, man. Jesus, Ben will be here. I’m going to put my daughter to bed and I swear to god, if you wake her up again, we’re gonna have a problem.”

Will and Santi stormed off, and Frankie went upstairs to try and put his toddler back to bed. Benny and Laci stood in silence as Laci held his hand tightly. They couldn’t hear what Will and Santi were saying, but it sounded calmer. After a while, Will opened the door, looking embarrassed. “I need to talk to her” he told Ben.

“No way man-”

“Okay.” The Miller brothers turned to Laci, eyes finally open and looking directly at Will for the first time.

Hesitantly, Benny let go of her hand, telling Will not to be an asshole, closing the screen door instead of the glass door. “Can I close the glass door? I don’t want them eavesdropping.” Laci nodded, and Will closed it. Much like Santi, Will scrubbed his face. “How much did Santi tell you about our history together.”

She held up her fingers together. ‘Very little’

“He tell you bout Tom?”

She shook her head.

Will sighed. “Last year, a mission went wrong. I got shot.” Despite how much of an ass he had been, he swore he saw a bit of pity on her face. “But we had another friend, his name was Tom. He got killed after things went very, very wrong and… I think I’ve always held onto a lot of anger and guilt over it. A lot of feelings I don’t know how to let out in a normal way. Seeing my brother get shot, and those few days where I thought Santi had been killed or taken, I think… Well I think maybe it brought a lot of feelings out. I don’t know if Santi told you, but Benn is my brother. My actual brother, I mean. I know we all refer to each other as brothers…” he trailed off, realizing he was rambling. “I thought I was going to watch him die…” He shuffled his feet, trying to figure out what he was trying to say.

Surprisingly, she spoke up, although barely audible ”I didn’t ask for any of this…”

God, that hurt. Of fucking course she didn’t. This poor girl had gone through hell, and here he was making her feel worse. “I know. And I’m really sorry. I’m not good at this kind of thing…” Despite his best efforts, his voice was just a little choked up. It was a high emotion week. “I don’t really have a good excuse, but I am sorry. I know you’re going to be around a while, maybe forever-” he cut himself off. He didn’t exactly know what Santi and her relationship was., and wasn’t sure if they knew either.“I don’t want to make an enemy out of you, and I don’t want to be the person who makes you feel worse.”

Laci thought for a second, then smiled a soft, nervous smile. She tentatively walked towards him. “It’s okay.”

He shook his head. “It’s not-”

She held up a hand. He didn’t need Santi to translate that. “I get… I get really angry sometimes. Sometimes I get angry at Santi and he did nothing wrong. He doesn’t know. I push it down. But sometimes I worry I won’t be able to stop it. It’s okay.”

Will nodded. He felt like they had an understanding, at least.

She walked past him, going to find Santi. When Laci found him, he surprised her with a hug. “Are you okay, Lace?” He asked, rubbing her back.

“Yeah, I’m great. Take me home please?” She nestled her head into his chest, taking in his smell.

On the drive home, Laci asked about the watch.

“My sister gave it to me a few months before she died.” He took it off, handing it to her. “The inscription translates to ‘count all the stars and add one more’ it’s about how much the singer loves someone. It’s a song by Jesse and Joy and it features Luis Fonsi” Santi turned to her, smiling sadly “I couldn’t stand Luis Fonsi, but my sister loved him.” He turned back to the road. “Her name was Fatima. Frankie named his daughter after her. He and I grew up together. Anyway, she gave me this watch as a half joke since I hated the song. Now it’s one of my favorites. I think she knew she was dying.”

Laci put her hand on his shoulder. Usually, their touches were for Laci’s sake. This was for Santi’s. “That’s really sweet, Santi. And I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, Muñecita. For Will.”

“I think Will and I are going to get along fine.” She turned to him. “I like your friends a lot.”

Santi smiled. “Yeah, I do too.

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THANK YOU FOR READING! Reblogs help a lot, comments mean the world! lmk if you'd like to be added to my tag list!

Since google doesn’t really translate it, Muñecita means little doll. Muñeca is doll, and adding -ita makes a name or object diminutive.

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asmallmoon333 · 8 months

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In Time Speaks, in the fourth life, if Watari had used one of the pages L had to kill Light before L could, ahem, help him realize his desires, how long do you think it would've taken Light to let L live again? L seems pretty sure that Light would've never let him live again, but I think Light would've gotten bored again fairly quickly, especially when he knew that L remembered when no one else did. How many lives would it have taken Light to give in again?

Interesting question, and the answer is a wonderful exploration of their characters and perceptions of reality! Cause you're right, and L was wrong here. L's perception was flawed because he didn't understand just how much Light had missed him, since in L's PoV, Light killed him twice (life 1 & 2) and then disregarded him the third time (life 3). L didn't really think Light cared about him much at all, and after the 4th life imprisonment, he was sure Light would let pure hate overcome all else.

Now for answer! Which ended up being a very long AU of my own story lmao. I will never write this tho, it seems way too emotionally exhausting. So let's thank Naked Character Development that I don't have to. Short answer: Three. Light would have killed him in three more lifetimes before he'd calm down. But those three lives would have sealed their fates.

Long answer (WARNINGS: Mature content, as in violence):

The first time, Light would have killed him out of pure rage and spite, not much thought would gone into it, L would be dead as soon as Light got his memories back. Light would feel validated at having gotten revenge, but he'd also quickly regret that it was over that quickly. He'd feel hollow, but tell himself it's because L got off too easy. He'd become bored of that lifetime quickly.

The second time, Light would make it more personal and painful. He'd ruin L's life and reputation before killing him, but he'd also do this fairly quickly, because he would (correctly) assume that if L had the chance to get his hands on Light, it would be right back into the cage. This time, with no Watari. Light wouldn't risk it. The key fact here? Light has no idea it takes L three weeks to get his own memories back, so he'd think he was on a much tighter deadline and would have to act without foreplanning. No time to re-think, to calm down. He'd assume that L would be able to reach him with a simple phone call, and then it would be game over. Light would realize too late, when no retribution came, that he'd been wrong. But by then it would be too late to change everything, it would all be written down in the book. L's death would be....uh...very not nice. Light would live to regret this in a different and more intense way, and his denial would now be worn thin. He'd be much lonelier at the end of this lifetime, feeling the loss more permanently than ever before. He knows he's made a mistake.

The third time, Light would have a plan to play with L for a much longer time. By this point he already knows he would miss L, he's acknowledged it, but it's too late now for any return. So he would still write L's name at a fixed time, one much longer in the future. By this point he thinks there's no turning back, so Light have once more embraced the slippery slope. By this point, L's emotions would be much less tender and he'd be way more ruthless to Light. If he got his hands on Light, it's game over, torture and execution style. No more hesitation. This is a complete bitter enemies story now, because you can only go so far before all potential of future trust is gone. This is the Bad End. Light knows this too, so he would have planned this all meticulously to avoid any retribution while still indulging in the game that he's realized too late is what he really wanted. Light's goal here would be to turn the tables of cat and mouse, with the intent to imprison L in return. For what ultimate purpose? Light will deny anything but revenge. But L's certainly not going to take this lying down. It would end in death one way or another. Again, bad end.

And after all that? Light would kinda calm down (finally) cause he would reach a state of "....now what?" and have a long-overdue moment of self-reflection. He'd know that this is never what he wanted at all, but sees no way out. From a writing perspective, it's Death Note all over again, in spirit if not literally. This is kinda the Eternal Hell End lol. Or maybe not, maybe they'd work it out eventually. They've certainly got time to try.

#Death note #light yagami #lawlight #My fic

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kiichxko · 1 year

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UNLOCK IT!

Bllk boys playing genshin!

Warnings: some quest spoilers for genshin

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ISAGI YOICHI (潔世一)

He's the very rare traveler main! Specifically aether

Mainly uses electro or dendro aether for the elemental reactions

He doesn't understand why people don't use traveler a lot, he thinks being able to switch elements at will is very useful and versatile

SUCKS at dodging, he literally depends on his zhongli's shield to keep him alive

Speaking of zhongli, he lost his 50/50 to keqing on his banner, homeboy later spent hours grinding for primos, he deadass refuses to whale at all

He also might have sacrificed keqing at qingyun peak multiple times

Luckily, the peepaw came home after 30 more pulls

He's pretty netural when it comes to co-op, so long as you don't take his materials without permission (bachira is an exception)

He LOVES the new TCG event, he's got all the character cards and won nearly every single match in a span of a week

He also does co-op challenges with the others, they range from waverider races to stuff like "who dies first while fighting _____" competitions or "beat azdaha without a shield or healing" challenge

Bachira came up with the last one specifically for him

Low key hates fighting the cryo cube, the fruits you gotta hit to break the shield are a pain in the ass (i'm not self-projecting here i swear)

BACHIRA MEGURU (蜂楽廻)

A hutao and yoimiya main!

He enjoys looking at yoimiya's idle animations and spams her normal attacks just so he could see her do those little flips

Probably learned hu tao's dance and song by heart so every now and then while playing he'll go:

“大丘丘病了，二丘丘瞧～”

“三丘丘采药，四丘丘熬～”

He plays in CN dub but with JP subtitles

Still messes up a little on the pinyin pronouncination but he's trying

He also relates to hu tao since they were both considered weirdos by everyone (bachira's hu tao kinnie era guys)

Has considered cosplaying a character before

Loves exploring! Has every area at 100% exploration rate and all statues at level 10 somehow??

Always forgets that he's a pyro main and that grass exists so he basically almost dies standing on burning grass (can someone please get him a healer or a shield.)

Trolls other people in co-op by doing shit like the "disco disco party party" thing or using jean to yeet people

But other than that, he's actually very helpful with exploring and finding chests

Also steals materials from isagi

Sometimes forgets how to glide and ends up dying from fall damage (me too bachira me too)

CHIGIRI HYOMA (千切豹馬)

Ningguang main chigiri ningguang main chigiri ningguang main chigiri-

He first got her on the beginner's banner she's been on his team ever since, definitely has her c6

You can't tell me that he wouldn't decorate his teapot bc he WOULD

And it's decorated so nicely too, he's even got a whole area dedicated to the animals he caught

Started playing after bachira said the landscapes were pretty but then he got invested into the lore (he watches those genshin theory videos too)

Enjoys taking photos of the landscapes and his characters, he once accidentally clicked on his diluc's skill while taking a photo and proceeded to laugh at how cursed it looked

Doesn't like solving the puzzles in inazuma and enkanomiya tho so he just google searches the solutions

Randomly makes cracked theories about khaen'riah, it happens so often no one can tell if he's being serious or not

Absolutely hates paimon's voice, he'll throw off his headphones whenever paimon starts talking and go "stfu paimon" like calm down

HATES the spectors with all his heart

He also likes collecting items in the open world, has over 2k of each of them

Might have spent a bit of money on welkin but that's as far as he'll go

Idk why but he strikes me as the type to mainly use bow or catalyst users bc of the range

Is very good at aiming and dodging, has laughed at isagi struggling while they were fighting azdaha

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE (國神錬介)

The man somehow got a qiqi on the beginner's banner, he read her backstory, felt bad, and decided to main her

And no, his qiqi is not a healer or support, she's a full blown physical DPS

And her build is no joke either, he once made her do 200k damage while fighting the new scaramouche boss like kunigami wtf are you feeding her??

If there's a boss you can't beat, just call him to co-op and his zombie child will carry

Is another lore invester

Chigiri once sent him a video explaining enkanomiya lore and they later spent hours discussing about it

Got emotional at the tsurumi island and kazari quest, maybe at the dainsleif chasm quest too

Also levels up all his character's friendship to 10 to get their name cards

Has read all of his character's stories out of boredom

Completed ALL of his world quests, doesn't skip the dialogue in case he misses something important

Does hangout quests, beidou was his favourite one

Can never see hilichurls the same anymore after the chasm archon quest, all this time he's been killing cursed, innocent people? He feels so guilty

His luck when it comes to the gacha is literally phenomenal, the guy has never lost a 50/50 in his life

He's very skilled at controling his waverider and comes out at the top during waverider races

He's also good in fishing too, he manages to always stay within the moving bar

He plays spiral abyss often and would have 36 stars if it weren't for the last few floors being such a pain in the ass

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#blue lock #blue lock headcanons #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #chigiri hyoma #kunigami rensuke #{akano_writes}

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sainamoonshine · 2 years

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In which Hob teaches some immortals a few things. (Part 1?)

Bullet point fic because I have read an incredible amount of sandman fics for someone who hasn’t yet, you know, actually seen the show yet.

Crossover with The Old Guard, all mistakes are my own given that, as mentionned, I have only seen gifsets of this show. I did see The Old Guard tho.

Sorry for the lack of read more! I’m on mobile and never learned how to make them on here

So one day in say, late 2019 or something, Hob Gadling is on vacation in Paris.

It’s going pretty well until he gets into a random accident involving a car pileup and both him AND some dishevelled other guy jumping to push pedestrians out of the way. He gets slammed into the pavement and run over a little. The other guy bounces off a car hood and ricochets into a telephone pole in a way that has got to be painful.

They both stand back up. The other pedestrians & car drivers are panicking but relieved that they seem okay; but both Hob and the other guy know what a bone snapping sounds like and that all of the noise just now wasn’t just made by the cars. They both strongly suspect that other guy should be dead. Like dead-dead.

Hob is just like. Baffled. But not entirely sure he saw right? But other dude is looking at him wide-eyed. At the first opportunity he grabs Hob and pulls him into an alley.

The guy’s name is apparently Booker, and he starts talking real fast at Hob, like ‘okay so I’m really not the right person to explain this but. Don’t panic but you just died back there.’

And Hob is like ‘? I did not. That’s like. Literally I did not die. I got back up, that’s the opposite of dying as far as I’m aware’

And Booker keeps trying to explain to him but not really making a lot of sense (he’s still alone and depressed and drunk at that point in time) so Hob is the one to eventually suggest they go back to his hotel so Booker can calm down and maybe breathe and explain slower

When they arrive at the hotel Booker is like ‘huh you’re taking all this really well tho’. Like he just told this guy he’s immortal and the guy is making tea about it. The fuck. Booker himself did not react nearly quite as well back in his days.

Hob just shrugs like ‘well yanno. I’ve been immortal for a while now.’

Which is. Not what Booker expected to hear???? What the fuck? Why did he or the others never dream of Hob then!?

What ensues is a long, semi-coherent conversation, the initial 70% of it being actually two different conversations that they both think they’re having until finally they manage to figure out that they are a completely different type of immortals.

Or at least that’s the best conclusion they can make, given that Hob doesn’t dream of other immortals and certainly never died (that’s the opposite of what I’m aiming for!) and Booker never spoke to some supernatural (assumed?) creature in a tavern, nor did any of the others as far as he knows.

Also Hob seems quite certain that he could choose to stop being immortal. Booker has… emotions about this. He doesn’t react super well.

Doesn’t react well as in Booker books it. (Ah.) He just can’t stay in that room any longer with that immortal man that chose this. What the fuck is wrong with that guy.

Hob, at this point, has some experience with immortal beings ditching him so he just figures Booker needs some space, and he’ll come back or he won’t. But his money is on him coming back (no one likes being lonely, no matter what some supernatural (?) creatures may want to pretend). So he extends his stay in Paris for a few weeks, just in case.

As expected, Booker comes back. Except he’s got Quynh with his this time, who just straight up showed up in his apartment. The universe, apparently, just won’t let him be depressed in peace.

So he brings Quynh to Hob because he doesn’t fucking know what to do about any of this and Hob seems to have the immortality shit on lock.

They all end up talking long into the night. After a week he has to return to London to teach, a profession that he speaks with a lot of passion about, that he tells them is the best one he’s had yet. That helping shape the future of his students makes him glad to have been alive long enough to meet them; that it feeds his soul and makes him feel like he’s making a difference more than fighting ever did.

Hob just loves being immortal yall, and he also has quite a lot of practice in the fine art of explaining to someone else why living is worth it, even if that person absolutely cannot understand it at first.

Booker isn’t convinced by the time Hob leaves, not by a long shot, but for the first time in a long time some cracks have started to show in the darkness of his mind. And cracks is how the light gets in.

As for Quynh, the reason she sought out Booker was that she didn’t want to be alone anymore, after her trauma. But she wasn’t ready to meet up with Andy yet, either. And meeting someone like Hob, someone who gets it, but who didn’t drown with her every night for hundreds of years…. It soothes something within her that she didn’t even know needed to be soothed. You see, unlike Booker, she does still want to live. She’s never met another immortal that shares that burning desire for life before, not even Andy (Andy was pragmatic about it. They didn’t choose it but they had it, and that was that). But Quynh’s desire to live is angry, and wounded, and desperate. Hob’s is… hopeful.

Anyway Hob leaves them both with an invitation to visit the New Inn whenever they’re in London next. And a promise that when he sees his Stranger again, he’ll ask if he knows anything about them.

(He’s still convinced that he’ll see the Stranger again. So hopeful. Booker and Quynh can’t wrap their minds around that hope but it burns in Hob like a roaring flame and they can’t help but be drawn by it. They’ll show up at the New Inn at some point, they know. How can they not?)

#the sandman #hob galding #the old guard #booker #quynh #bullet point fic #robert galding #the sandman tv #fanfic #sandman fanfiction #crossover

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⋯☆ Summary: you have a new pen pal, but then you slowly begin to fall in love with him.

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Work is much busier than usual these days, Zhongli notes mentally. This has led him to get stuck indoors more often—alongside the Director. Needless to say, her shenanigans do drive him up the wall more than before. But, that isn't to say that he's been too grouchy or snippy. He's calm as can be.

Then again,…he feels…a bit lonely with just her and his other equally busy coworkers around. And today he decides that he could use someone new—someone from a faraway land to spice up his life. He recalls a small pen-pal network that opened up recently for all the countries in Teyvat. What could cure him of his boring work better than a pen pal?

His first letter to you is nothing short of beautiful—the fine parchment, the wax seal, his handwriting… Oh, his handwriting is almost a little too flowery—thank the Archons it's still legible when it arrives to you. Otherwise, who knows if you would've been able to respond!

What is contained in the letter is a small, pressed Silk Flower for your own keeping. This first exchange is as brief as he could manage—he has so many things he wants to tell you already. But, of course, he wants to make sure you're comfortable with his old man ramblings first.

As any letter begins, he says hello and introduces himself as Zhongli from Liyue Harbor. He tells you that he hopes you're having a wonderful day wherever you may be, but if not, that you may detail your worries to him as you see fit. After that, he goes into some of his own background—although it's more painfully vague than one would've expected (or even hoped for that matter).

But, regardless of his generality in his letter, you write back with much enthusiasm. Your overall tone is a lot more casual than his, just enough to help him inch toward his own level of cozy comfortability. One of you will need to be the casual one, after all, or else you'll be left with a stiff awkwardness on the edge of your tongue and fingertips from his formalities.

After your first two letters are exchanged, you two are now easy friends without a hitch. Your closeness through the written word is unparalleled. At the beginning of it all, he silently doubted it was to go very far, yet here he sits, pleasantly surprised. When your letters arrive on his doorstep, he never fails to smile.

You've come to notice his letters are always more philosophical during the monsoon season. How do you know? Well, he always tells you about when the monsoon begins and ends, and right after that, he begins detailing life and all of its values to you. He ends on sweet notes all the time, though, often with a gentle, non-intrusive compliment to none other than you.

Those little compliments and his flowery comments about every little thing that brings a smile to his face are beyond adorable to you. And one night, while drinking a locally-brewed tea, you realize that you may or may not have caught feelings for your one and only pen pal… Although, you end up sitting on these thoughts and feelings for quite some time, not wanting to ruin the pleasant friendship.

Little do you know, he feels the same exact way. He finds himself often falling asleep to the thought of you. He knows gazing upon your beauty for the very first time will surely have him falling in love all over again. In his nightly stupors, he finds himself dreaming of admiring your beauty in the sunset and confessing his deepest feelings. These thoughts always send him off into a comfortable slumber.

Two weeks pass by in a flash, and he finds himself antsier than ever. One leg bounces at rapid paces when he's sitting down and his hands constantly adjusting his cuffs. He so deeply desires to confess his feelings to you—but where would he even begin to accomplish such a feat? And today, he finds himself trapped in his own home and head from the thundering storm outside.

"Perhaps a small stroll wouldn't hurt. I do own an umbrella." Truthfully, he desperately desires to move his legs that ache from the tension of overwhelming feelings and thoughts.

Moving away from the main room to the doorway, he plucks his umbrella from its spot and strides outside. He props open the crimson umbrella and holds it over his head, already relaxing at the noise of rain hitting the material.

As he stiffly strides down the streets, he gets his own mind entangled in memory lane. It briefly makes his attention get torn away from the real world, then causing him to run into someone. That poor person stumbles backward, already bracing themselves to kiss the wet stones below with their butt. He has much quicker reactions than that, though, as he catches them in one arm and cradles them close to his chest.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, sir—" and "My apologies—" slip from both of their mouths as he adjusts their position—with him helping them stand back up on their own feet.

"Where is your umbrella? Let me walk you to your destination, please. I'd hate for you to catch a cold." He smiles down at them, observing their shaking, dampened form.

"O-Oh. I'm not from around here," They begin with an embarrassed sigh, "So I didn't think to bring one. Thank you, though!" They tuck themselves beneath his umbrella alongside him.

"Of course, my pleasure." He nods, walking them to wherever they desire. "So, what might your destination be?"

"Uhm… Do you know where Mr. Zhongli of Liyue Harbor lives? Archons, I hope I'm in the right place…" They inquire, glancing away right as he comes to a halt, his eyes full with a curious glint and mischievous smile.

"Yes, I do, in fact. He's right…" He holds an index finger out, catching the stranger's attention as he scans the area before pointing to himself, "Here. I am Mr. Zhongli of Liyue Harbor. How may I be of assistance?"

They gasp and fluster, their wet cheeks burning with the heat of a cloudless summer sun. They audibly gulp and release a nervous laugh, scratching the back of their neck.

"M-Mr. Zhongli, it's me—_!" You laugh more, trying to relieve the tension building up in your chest.

"-__?" Now it's his turn to be surprised as he gawks down at your more than sudden appearance. "Y-You came all the way to Liyue Harbor…to meet me?" And now it's his turn again for a little pink blush to dust his cheeks.

"Yes!" You nod fervently, "Are you, uhm, upset?" You blink, your head turning away as a bubble of guilt and shame grows in your gut.

Instead of using words as his first move, he uses his free arm to pull you into the tightest, warmest embrace imaginable. He squeezes you and chuckles next to your ear as he reassures you with a simple,

"I could never be upset with you, _."

Right as he says that, the little storm brews into something much worse. And without a word, he tugs you away back to his nearby abode. Shuffling on inside and shaking his umbrella free of the rain, he welcomes you inside.

"I will bring you a towel and robe of mine, it should fit just fine." And then he leaves you to stand there awkwardly at the door, waiting for his swift return.

Taking the towel, he dabs at your wet head, brushing away the rain. When you peek out from behind the towel and at him, he blushes as softly as a feather and chuckles, "Hello to you too." He quips, causing you to release a laugh of your own.

Once he's reassured that he's gotten most of the dampness off of your shoulders and head, he leaves you with the towel and robe. "I will prepare you some tea right away. Feel free to leave your wet clothes on the hanger." He smiles briefly at you before departing.

Once dressed in the robe, you find yourself wandering into the kitchen. First, you peek your head past the corner of the archway, gazing over at him as he hums a simple tune while preparing the piping hot tea. Your cheeks burn again as you slip away before he can see you.

Oh, how will you ever confess your feelings to a man like him? It's impossible at this rate, you figure. This makes you groan and sigh as you take a seat in the living room.

After he delivers the tea to you, he takes a seat next to you. He smiles at you once more—he can't stop himself from smiling at you even if he tries.

You two enjoy your hot tea together, it warms you to the bone and feels like that firm embrace of his from earlier. It gives you goosebumps from how sudden the warmth and coziness are.

You release a deep yet unbothered sigh, falling into a subtle stupor. Now leaning against his shoulder, he barely finds your sudden reliance on his shoulder a bother. If anything, he finds it so wholesome and sweet that it could give him a toothache.

Minutes later after he finishes his tea, he also finds himself feeling quite sleepy. He leans against you now as well, eyes fluttering shut as an arm wraps around your shoulders to keep you safe and close as possible.

…You both decide to confess to each other later. When the time is right.

#zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #zhongli fluff #fic: lovepals #mine

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