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I guess it's time for a...
fic masterlist?
~the polished stuff~
[actual edited fics, posted to AO3]
because my fics are locked, you will need an AO3 account to read them. if you need an invite feel free to DM me!
what's in a name? (E, 9300 words)
photographer Hob is on a road trip in California when he meets a mysterious stranger (Dream) in a diner | human AU, strangers to lovers
A Love Story (T, 23000 words)
Hob is a voiceover actor, struggling to make ends meet; Morpheus is a literary novelist with a secret | Centennial Husbands Big Bang, human AU, getting together, rom com
Stormy Weather, or: Outside, the Wind (Inside, the Light) (T, 1600 words)
Hob and Dream are having a movie night when the power goes out | first kiss, gratuitous use of archaic English
A Close Shave (G, 2150 words)
retired and newly human, Dream needs a shave. Hob helps him and has a lot of feelings about it | gen, tooth-rotting fluff
would you go along with someone like me? (T, 1500 words)
the 'omg they were roommates' college AU; Hob is a history major, Morpheus is studying poetry, and it's a very tiny dorm room | WIP, getting together, rating will go up
'cause every Dreamlord's crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed man (E, 4400 words)
chapter two now up! | Dream enjoys Hob in formalwear at a fundraising gala, and Hob out of formalwear after the gala | established relationship, lovingly described tuxedo
it's warm, the skin I'm living in (E, 2400 words)
the one with shapeshifting sex and emotional conversations about Dream's insecurities | established relationship, brief tentacle sex, Dream can have a vulva if he wants
Among the Stars We are Reborn (T, 5400 words)
the one where Hob goes to space to look for a phoenix | sci fi, canon divergent, established relationship
First Time (E, 6000 words)
after another bad breakup, Johanna encourages Morpheus to hook up with some dudes. Hob is only too happy to help with that | human AU, strangers to lovers
I'm stuck on you (I'm mighty glad you stayed) (M, 8700 words)
Hob and Morpheus are stuck on an elevator | human AU, strangers to lovers
Headache (T, 3700 words)
the one where Hob has a migraine and Dream ogles him in the bath | first kiss, getting together
Bleach (G, 1000 words)
the one where Hob gets bleach on Dream's favorite sweater | established relationship, retired!Dream
it's the perfect time of year (E, 2500 words)
spicy beach episode | established relationship
In the February Sun (T, 2600 words)
Dream accidentally visits on Valentine's Day and has some feelings about being mistaken for a couple | first kiss, getting together
uneasy is the head that wears the crown (G, 1600 words)
the one where Hob was secretly a prince on rumspringa when they met in 1389 | established relationship
let your heart be light (E, 2600 words)
Hob and Dream spend Christmas morning together | established relationship, declarations of love
Kind of Blue, a kind of fire (E, 2900 words)
the one where they drink whiskey and dance to Miles Davis in Hob's living room | first kiss, getting together
Fridays (T, 3000 words)
Hob throughout history | gen, partly epistolary
~the rough stuff~
[little ficlets, extensive headcanons]
all my Fluffbruary 2024 fills
AU idea: The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery
Hob and Dream meet ugly over a laundry argument (human AU)
Dreamling Bingo snippet: preview of would you go along with someone like me? chapter five
Dreamling Bingo snippet: excerpt from The Trenches Have Vanished Under the Plough (shellshocked WWI veterans AU)
at a Shakespeare in the Park performance, Hob misses Original Pronunciation
AU idea: Dream is a famous author with a secret career as a romance novelist and Hob is the voiceover actor who reads his audiobooks
assorted Smurch fills
the coffeeshop AU
hot and heavy in da club
retired!Dream's birthday
retired!Dream likes jewelry and piercings
small follow-up to In the February Sun
what if Dream retired and he and Hob didn't immediately jump into bed and a relationship?
AU idea: Dream runs a famous haunted house and Hob is a famous wuss
AU idea: Roman Holiday (Dream is a prince and Hob is a handsome reporter)
the unabashedly, purposefully bad sex scene (click at your own risk. but make sure you read through all the additions in the notes.)
Rose takes a picture at a family picnic and Hob has a realization
Hob WILL fight Night and Time
acts of service as Hob's love language (which has art!)
please give me more sci fi in this fandom
~the I-guess-this-counts stuff~
[idk bro it's just random]
compilation of "and they lived happily ever after" (ie fairy tale endings) in different languages
how I would write a Jane Eyre AU if I ever wrote one, which I'm not going to do
what if Hob was actually in a relationship when Dream came back?
actually Hob should be a preschool/primary school teacher: part one, part two
actually Hob doesn't hate Shakespeare and I'm a little tired of that trope
and if you're looking for a real firehose, my writing tag contains pretty much all of the above, plus tag game replies, snippets from WIPs, and other little bits and bobs!
thanks for reading! I love you!
last updated 3/30/24
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Character bingo! You said one character, but I can't resist asking you the Doriath triad after all the thought we put on understanding them - pretty please? 🐍🥺
Of course! Shameless plug for my new fic for medusas-hairband, which sheds some light on the things I say here.
Funnily, celeborn doesn't fit in a lot of these squares, but he is no less blorbo for not winning a bingo ("phrases that only come out of my mouth on tumblr.hell" for 500, please)
Celeborn matches pound for pound galadriel's weird-girl energy and this is why they fuck so severely (they are made for each other; they give other people headaches). hence cryptid and fish love me.
I have a lot of thoughts about both Celeborn and Galadriel because they both have arcs about losing their homes, either by voluntary rejection or or unpreventable destruction. Galadriel rejects her home to cross the ice (but first the key element to it is destroyed), Celeborn rejects his home to follow galadriel east over the mountains (and then his home is destroyed), Galadriel rejects the call to return over the sea because celeborn doesn't want to leave middle earth (and also she wants her own empire, which is a whole other can of worms), celeborn doesn't sail for like, another 1000+ years after her and then gives up his third home in a series of homes to go live with galadriel again, lots and lots of history there. hence angst machine.
gender envy: don't we all love a man who graciously submits to being manhandled???
Galadriel:
feral, autism, and chihuaha: these go hand in hand. I am specifically thinking about her beef with feanor. for the record, he fills these boxes too, and this is why they don't get along. that's maybe a good thing, because if they did, they might have blown up Tirion Mark-Watney-The-Martian style. She wants power, she wants knowledge, she has goals and it only takes her like 6000 years to achieve them but she knows what she wants. This is central to falling into bed with Luthien - power appeals to her, and if she can't be Luthien then she's more than happy to let Luthien [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] her. I am not personally sold on the autism tm square just because i'm not autistic and i have some reservations about making that the new Funny Man du Jour neurotype, but I am neurodivergent and that was as close as I could get.
closely related: the "adult in the room" is only half filled in because she's only sometimes the adult in the room, even if she thinks she is. related to "beloved, derogatory" because this is absolutely the energy I had in elementary school. On second thoughts, I should have filled in the "relate to them too much" square. not me outing myself as anal retentive ffff.
Fish love me, women (and the men of the riddermark) fear me: see celeborn.
gender envy: nerwen?? hello? this is not supposed to make me think trans thoughts? Also: wanting to be Luthien is still very gender even when I'm writing them both as cis women because it's about Themes. I'm allowed a little leeway to make characters upset about the people they turn into icons and then can't mimic perfectly... :(
Luthien:
The comments about Weird Girls Celeborn and Galadriel apply to Luthien as well.
Ummm I know tolkien writes luthien as being like, angelic or w/e, but I do maintain that she had issues relating to her parents, the people around her, and herself. I know it's a staple of the romantic epic to have love at first sight, but I genuinely think she fell in love with beren because he didn't have any expectations or preconceived notions about her. She really was willing to do the equivalent of dropping out of med school to become a beach bum for this guy (the odds of his head game being fantastic are excellent, btw - the one thing I think it would be really fun(ny) to write is a spinoff of the doriath ot3 fic for their meeting and like, galadriel meeting beren. I don't think she would know what to do with him fr).
Luthien needs therapy because of her parents. Not that I think they were bad parents, but rather that at a point kids become adults and you have to stop sticking your nose in their business. Thingol really misses the mark when he uses his daughter as a political tool. I'm wrapping the best and worst parts of both my parents up in this buy, aren't I?
Luthien is also the only person to escape the tragedy of the silmarillion, which is why she's in the wrong genre.
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Request: Can you do ‘bed-sharing’ with Wolverine? He’s grumpy and you believe he doesn’t like you, but he can’t stop himself from sniffing at your neck and it can be smutty or just fluff. You decide.
Pairing: Logan x Reader
Characters: Scott Summer
Warnings: angst, language, arguments, smut, unprotected sex, bed-sharing, cuddling & snuggling, fun
6000 Followers BINGO CARD kink: Bed-sharing
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It’s late, too late to drive back to the mansion. Now you are stranded in the middle of nowhere, only thirty bucks in your pocket and a very grumpy Wolverine at your ass.
“I told you to not drive that fast.” Grumbling the tall mutant glares at you. “You could’ve killed both of us!”
“You mean I could’ve killed myself as you don’t die that easily, old man!” Smirking you glare at Wolverine as he tries to find a snarky comment.
“I got thirty bucks. Let’s call it a day, sleep a bit, and tomorrow we can call Scott to pick us up.”
“Great. Now I have to spend more time with an annoying brat.” Wolverine’s eyes narrow and you throw your hands up in surrender.
“Please forgive me Wolverine for trying to not get caught by those sick bastards. I didn’t want to end up as a slave like the other mutant girls.” Shuddering you try to shake the memories away. “I didn’t want them to touch me.”
“I would’ve protected you.” Snorting you flip Logan the bird.
“Sure. The big bad Wolverine would’ve saved me. I don’t think so. You hate me after all…” Storming toward the reception you can't see the confused look on Logan’s face.
Do you believe he hates you?
“Only one bed. Great. Can my day get even more miserable?”
While Logan is busy to puff one of his cigars outside of the only room you could get you to try to find a way to tell the grumpy mutant that you’ll have to share a bed.
“Why are you muttering loud enough for anyone to hear?” Logan steps into the room, dropping his bag as you pace around the bed. “Y/N?”
“There’s only one bed! I told that idiot we’ll need two but he was busy staring at my ass!” Teeth gritted Logan balls his hands into fists, close to ripping the guy ogling you apart.
“That vulture stared at your ass, kiddo? Where is he? I’ll teach him some manners.” Wolverine seems to be angry and you look at him, blinking a few times to process he would defend your honor.
“I think he went home or crap. Still, there is only one bed.” Pointing toward the queen-size bed you sigh. “What do we do?”
Laughing Logan locks the door before he shrugs his jacket off his shoulders. He doesn’t miss the looks you give him when he removes his shirt.
“We will have a shower. Eat something out of the mini-bar and share the bed, kiddo. I won’t bite your cute ass. Promised.” Logan’s smile is almost charming and you nod silently, not showing the tall mutant you are beyond nervous close to him.
“I’ll go first! You are taller…more to wash and all…” Smirking you open your bag to fish fresh panties and a shirt to sleep in out. “Tomorrow we need to explain I crashed the car. Scott will be pissed…it was his car.”
Logan smirks amused. “I bet he’ll pee his pants, Sweetie. If you want me to, I’ll take the blame.” Gaping at Wolverine you search his face. You assume he tries to trick you, tries to make a fool out of you so you refuse to take his offer.
“I am a grown woman; I’ll face the consequences of my doing. I drove too fast as I got scared so I’ll have to pay for the repair and crap.” Grabbing your clothes, you storm toward the bathroom.
“Y/N, I meant it. He won’t go at me like a missile! Especially as I might use these.” Logan grunts as he slides his claws out. “Could rip him a new one.”
“No. It’s my fault so stop pretending you care.” The door slams shut behind you and Wolverine still got no clue why you believe he hates you.
Snuggling into one of the scratchy pillow you try not to look at Wolverine who sits at the table, only in his too-tight jeans, sipping at a drink. “Do you want one too, Sweetie?”
“I do not drink.” Ogling Wolverine for a moment you lick your lips as your eyes roam his firm chest, his abs, and biceps. “I’ll sleep now. Try not to slice me open in your sleep.”
Logan nods, a dirty grin on his lips as he saw you staring at him once again.
“Night, kiddo. Do not cuddle me at night.”
“As if I would ever cuddle your old ass.” Grumbling you turn around to face the wall. “Idiot…”
“You know, I heard that.”
“Whatever…”
Sleep didn’t come. Lying still on your side of the bed you can hear Logan sip at his drink, rummage in his bag or walk around the room.
It takes him ages before the bed finally dips and you hold your breath as Logan lies too close for comfort. His breath fans over your neck and you whimper as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.
“You’re so warm, Y/N.” One arm wraps around your waist to bring you close to his chest.
A tiny moan escapes your lips feeling his erection prominent press against your ass. “So pretty and soft.”
You don’t know what to do or how to react. Logan is cuddling you and your heart starts to race while he’s just holding you in his arms, whispering soft words into your ear.
“I can feel your warmth every time you are close to me. I wish I could just drown into you, make you mine and never let you go.” Whimpering you feel Logan’s breathing quicken. “You’re awake…”
“Logan…” One hand becomes brave as he can feel you relax in his arms. “What are you doing?” His hand slipping into your panties answers your question and you feel your cheeks heat up as he will find you dripping.
“Such a wet little cunt.” You always assumed Logan is a dirty talker but hearing him husk dirty promises into your ear let you melt into a puddle. “All for me, kiddo?”
“You…oh—god!” Two thick fingers slip into you, roughly rubbing over your g-spot.” Logan…you…oh…fuck…”
“I think that’s what I’ll do with you my disobedient brat. If I tell you to stay behind so I can concentrate on killing those assholes trying to touch what’s mine and you just throw yourself into the line of fire…”
Wait…did Logan just call you his? Listening closely to the curses leaving the tall mutant's mouth you stick your ass out to grind against his growing bulge. “I did my job! I was the bait, Logan!”
“No. You were my backup, Y/N. Now be good and let me just…” His fingers leave your slit and you whine as he rolls you onto your stomach to slice your shirt open with his claws.
“Hey! I liked the…” Your panties are gone seconds later, and you squeak as Logan brings you onto your back. You are not against manhandling but, damn, Wolverine is strong enough to throw you around like a ragdoll.
“Shush…let me just…” His lips wrap around one nipple and you can help it - a giggle leaves your lips as his beard scratches your sensitive skin.
“Uh—I think you are in trouble when Scott gets to know you railed his sister.” It’s your turn to give Logan a dirty grin but he braces himself on his forearms to grin back at you.
“Oh—Sweetie. When I am done with you your brother is lucky if you can even remember your name. I may be old, but this means I have a lot of experience. Now be silent and let me have a look at my prey…”
“Prey?” Squeaking you watch Logan spread your thighs to inspect your pussy. “What the? Am I an exhibition, Logan?”
“Looks good. I think tomorrow when we are back, I’ll feast on you for hours but I am tired and only have enough energy to pound this tight little pussy for a few hours…”
“Hours?” Your eyes round at Logan’s words but he doesn’t seem to care as he slides his boxers down to reveal his throbbing length. “I am not into marathon fucking.”
“Shame. I’d like to break you…” Smirking Logan kneels between your thighs, giving you a wink as he moves his hands over your thighs before he bends down to place a searing kiss above your belly button.
While you grasp for his hair, Logan kisses his way up your body to finally claim your lips in a heated kiss. “You’re mine. No one touches my girl.”
“Jesus…” Teasingly running his tip up and down your slit, Logan hums as you whimper his name. “Please…”
“What was that?” His hips snap forward, and you are full to the brim as he bottoms out with one forceful thrust. “Did you want my dick?”
“Holy hell, Logan! Warn a girl if you plan on ruining her.” Spreading his legs wide, kneeling between your legs Logan places his right palm next to your head and his left forearm next to your shoulder to gently caresses your face.
Your hands move to his back, holding tight onto Wolverine as he slowly starts rolling his hips. His lips ghost over yours, he’s breathing praises against you to let you know this is what he wanted for years.
“Always wanted you.” Nodding you struggle to breathe as every thrust makes you cry out. Logan is slowing down, more grinding than thrusting to rub his pubic bone over your clit. “You’re so beautiful and warm.”
Your nails dig into his flesh as you feel the heat in your abdomen spread through your body. Moans leave your lips as he speeds up to push you over the edge.
“Logan…please…”
“Come for me, Y/N. I want to feel you choke my dick.” Laughing at his words you press your lips to Logan’s. He’s slamming his hips against yours, curses your name as he can feel your walls contract around him.
“I love you…” Your words let Logan lose all control. He’s cupping your face kisses your fiercely the moment you feel his cum float your belly.
“Love you too, brat…”
“So…” Sliding your fingers over Logan’s chest you glance up at him. He’s humming against your temple, not wanting to let go of you. “Did you mean it?”
“Yes, you are a disobedient brat.” Grinning he raises one eyebrow when you slap his shoulder. “…and I like to piss your brother off by fucking you.”
“That’s not what I meant…” Resting your head onto his chest you want to hear those three words again. “I meant it…”
“I meant it too, Sweetie. I love your cute ass, even though you are one annoying girl.” Nodding you wrap your arms around his waist, not wanting to get up.
“We should call them…”
“Nah, we can stay here forever and ruin the mattress some more…” Logan snickers but you give him a death glare. “Maybe we test mine at home?”
“Better.”
“Did he behave?” While Logan carries your bags toward the jet your brother tries to check on you. “Did Logan hurt you?”
“Hurt me?” Licking your lips, you glance at Logan’s ass. “He would never hurt me. Or he would but only in a good way…”
“Good way? Oh—for fuck's sake!” Scott grunts before he storms toward Logan. “You touched my sister! I’ll kill you! No matter what I have to do, I’ll rip you apart!”
“Relax.” Logan smirks as your brother tries to attack him. “You can be my best man at our wedding…”
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Happy New Year!
I am going to drink beer and maybe write a bit.
I have goals for next year.
I love every single one of you followers!!!
Every sing 254 of you. I wish you the best.
I want to get to know you better.
Note I don't have the Internet at home yet. So if I take a long time to respond to a message or a tag or something, it ain't you.
Stay safe.
My blog will change after S15 ends.
I will still have SPN stuff, but I will have a lot of other fandoms too.
Still writing for SPN and will start some Firefly fanfiction. And others eventually!
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rating: T
fandom: Steven Universe
prompt: Touch Starved
warnings: None Apply
word count: 1k
requester: @krisseycrystal
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Spinel goes for 6000 years without being touched by anyone. Then she meets Steven Universe.
My first complete fic for the Bad Things Happen Bingo! If you’d like to request one, please send me an unmarked prompt from those above + a character, pairing, or fandom.
[Read on AO3!]
~*~
Spinel is born into the universe a playful, loving creature. She latches onto Pink Diamond immediately, the first person she sees in her millennia of existence, quite literally; her arms slink around her like a rubber hose and squeeze, and Pink Diamond laughs.
Spinel and Pink Diamond play hundreds and hundreds of games. These range from hide and seek to tag to charades and to many, many more. It is in Spinel’s intense interest to keep Pink Diamond engaged, and oh does she engage her.
Spinel’s favorite moments with her Diamond, however, are not the games or the jokes or any of the laughter — although the laughter is, in her opinion, a close second. No, her favorite moments are always the ones where they take a moment to breathe, close to tears with joy, and Pink Diamond sets an arm around her and pulls her in tight.
Spinel doesn’t understand why she’s so fond of hugs. It’s not in her programming. It’s not her purpose. But as she wraps her arms around her Diamond in return, she can’t help but feel special. She has never seen Pink Diamond do this to anyone else, not even her precious Pearl. Certainly, none of the other Diamonds seem to indulge in this sort of behavior, and Spinel feels extraordinarily precious.
Laughter is her purpose, and while it brings her joy, nothing brings her fulfillment the way the physical closeness does. Hugs are her favorite, but she also enjoys being lifted up onto Pink Diamond’s shoulders and raced around the garden like she’s a Red Eye. She enjoys the tickle fights, in which somehow Spinel always bests her Diamond, and her Diamond doesn’t seem to mind at all. To think, a Spinel defeating a Diamond, even in something as inconsequential as this! And to think, too, that Pink Diamond would press a kiss to her forehead. To think that Spinel would be loved by a Diamond in a way no one else would ever be.
And then her Diamond is suddenly gone, vanished, and Spinel is isolated for thousands of years, and the only touch she knows is that of the overgrown vines that claim her.
It shouldn’t be so heartbreaking to realize she’s been abandoned. To realize that the Diamond that held her as if she was something more than a gem with her own programming and design, as if Spinel could ever be something more than a tool, would toss her aside as she would a common toy. Did the hugs, the touches, the forehead kisses mean nothing? Did the hundreds of years they spent together in the garden mean nothing as soon as she got what she wanted?
What was Spinel, then? Just trash at the foot of a throne? Just a tool that had been useful once and wasn’t any longer?
When she arrives on Earth, she intends to wreak havoc. She doesn't care about anything except ensuring that there are victims to her wrath.
And then she gets hit with the rejuvenator. An unforeseen turn of events. She doesn’t recall any of the things she says or does when her memory is wiped, but that’s fine.
Steven sees her as the innocent, dumb jester that she was, and he accepts it. He sees the way his mother spurned her, crumpled her up in her hand and tossed her aside, chewed her up and spit her out. And he accepts it.
He sees the trauma that turned her into this horrid, vengeful creature, and he accepts it.
Then, of all the things he could possibly do — on top of all the impossible things he’s already done — he reaches his hand out to her, an offering, and Spinel freezes.
Of course it all floods back. All of the time she spent in the timeless, aching void, all the things she could worry about completely unknowable. All of the time before the void, spent in the company of solely one person, this person who was her world. Who held her close and should have cherished her.
When she sets her hand in Steven’s, everything changes. There’s a physical element to the sudden yank within her; an intense, craving yearn for the kind of relationship she once had, but something genuine this time. Something that would be meaningful, caring, and celebratory.
Something consuming. Something that would give her purpose.
She clings to his hand. Her fingers wrapped in his gives her the same rush of emotion she felt with Pink all at once, a force slamming into her harder than the rejuvenator ever could. She’s blindsided and drawn to him by a magnetic pull strong enough to lift the injector out of the Earth, but Steven drops her hand almost as soon as he took it — a moment frozen in time, forever, far too long to have been so short, and yet it wasn’t long enough, she’s still processing.
But it doesn’t mean anything to him. She follows him, a stupid puppy dog with its tail between its legs, unable to look away from the one person who would give her what she hasn’t had in millennia.
Steven isn’t Pink Diamond. He could never be. He’s far too sincere, nowhere near as touchy, and he bleeds.
But if he would give Spinel the chance, she’d follow him to the ends of the universe.
Spoiler: She ruins the chance he gives her, and then the only touch she gets are the punches she deals him. And then she banishes herself from his sight, knowing she can’t be forgiven — she wouldn’t forgive herself. She’s erred in ways on par with the gem who made her into this.
And yet.
One of the very first things that the Diamonds do is touch her. They allow her into their hands, allow her to swing from their fingers, and they show her an immediate adoration she thought wasn’t real.
Maybe it isn’t.
That’s fine. She’ll take this and work to redeem herself and then maybe — just maybe — she’ll be worthy of a more genuine touch.
Of a more genuine love.
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Pokemon Masters Speedrun April 2020: the Quest for Clemont
I started this game last night and have since managed to acquire 2300 gems. I think I can get up to 6000 pretty quickly thanks to the bingos and stamp rallys, which will be enough for two 10-pulls (aka 20 chances at Clemont). Luckily I have experience with another gatcha game thanks to Digimon Links, otherwise I’d be REALLY lost—but apparently they all follow a pretty similar formula: poorly-explained mechanics, a overly-complicated currency and exchange system, focus-all-attacks-on-one-guy opponent AI, etc, etc. As always, my goal is to not spend Actual Money on this thing.
That’s the goal. BUT THE LEMON NERD BECKONS.
The game itself is actually pretty fun so far. Some of the animation and dialogue has been cracking me up (very similar to other Pokemon games, but somehow a little extra-quirky in some cases). The trainer-specific quests have all been very cute, just cutscenes mostly, but I do enjoy them. I do kind of hate active-time battles, as opposed to strictly turn-based ones. They’re very frantic and demand your full attention when you play, but I’m getting used to it.
WHOA. Fierce professor alert! 0_0 Also LOL @ the science guys.
Omg I love this guy. HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY HAT WHEN YOU LOOK LIKE THAT SIR. HOW DARE.
The battles are getting harder though, and it’s getting more difficult to make progress, which is to be expected (I see a lot of farming and grinding in my future. YAY =_=). I don’t feel like I can try any of the Hard Modes yet, but I’m close. Need to get those gems somehow, and presumably the payout in Hard Mode is better than Normal!
The quest continues...
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Angel
"How many dates have you had?" Anathema asks with curiosity while she looks at the Them out of the corner of her eye. They're pleading Aziraphale to do proper magic since he's an angel and can do better than that.
Crowley is sitting in front of her and Newton, watching with the most fond smile on his face as Aziraphale refuses to do anything that is not human magic tricks. He's so focused on the angel it takes him a while to realize the question was, in fact, directed at him.
"What do you mean?"
"Well..." She takes the bottle of wine from Newton's hands and pours herself a glass before giving it back to Crowley. "You've know each other for 6000 years? I'm just curious about your relationship, so... when did you two start dating?"
The demon tenses and suddenly she realizes something's wrong, Newton must've noticed too because he takes her hand, like pleading her silently to let it go, but she knows this is important. She's pretty sure Agnes mentioned something about an angel and a demon in the book.
"We don't date," he mumbles and it sounds like it's hurting him.
Bingo.
"Supernatural entities don't date? Well, I suppose that's a human thing to do, isn't it?" She smiles, pretending she doesn't understand the real problem. "What do you when you're in love then?"
"Anathema, I think–"
"Aziraphale and I are just friendsss," he hisses and oh, Anathema suddenly remembers the angel actually mentioned something about Crowley hissing when he's really upset.
The demon definitely wants more than friendship and he's quickly getting annoyed and grumpy because Anathema is reminding him exactly what he thinks he cannot have.
Crowley leaves his empty glass on the table next to him and starts drinking directly from the bottle.
"But you're in love with him," Anathema pushes and Newton is getting uncomfortable and nervous, he's still not used to the fact that the demon in front of them would never hurt them.
"I told you... we're jussst friendsss," he narrows his eyes at her.
"That doesn't mean you're not in love with him," Anathema argues and she can feel Newton is about to flee. "You call him angel."
Crowley chuckles and does it in a way that looks almost like he doesn't care about what they're talking about, but Anathema can see he's flustered.
"Of course I do! That's what he is!"
"You use it as a term of endearment," she accuses and Newton sighs and finally decides to join the Them.
"It is not," Crowley protests, turning completely red.
"Oh really?"
He keeps drinking wine and just pretending she's not even there, glaring at him.
"Very well then," she mumbles.
Anathema knows she's right and she's very much ready to prove it.
***
Finally, everyone is sitting inside the bookshop and eating pastries Aziraphale made appear. Anathema looks from her apple pie and then back at the demon and the angel sitting next to each other.
Crowley has that besotted look on his face again and the woman can't believe he still thinks he can fool her.
"Oh, no," Newton mumbles next to her, almost alarmed. "I know that smirk, you're gonna do something. You're gonna piss the demon off, aren't you? Please, don't."
Too late.
"Could you please make us cocoa too, angel?" Anathema says and Aziraphale is so used to being called angel he doesn't even blink.
"Of course!" He snaps his fingers and many cups appear out of nowhere. The Them seem impressed. "There you go!"
Anathema grins, pretending she doesn't see the betrayed expression on Crowley's face or the way he starts glaring at her.
"Thank you, angel," she says and Crowley's eye twitches; he's mad.
"You're welcome, dear!"
Anathema mentions she's going to look for a book while the others keep arguing about real and not real magic (she tells Aziraphale she's just going to borrow it to calm him down) and she knows Crowley is going to follow her.
"Stop it," he whispers, narrowing his eyes.
"Stop what?"
"Don't call him angel!" He explodes and looks behind himself to see if someone heard, but everyone's quite distracted trying to convince Aziraphale that magic tricks are not fun if you don't know how to do them. "That's my thing. Stop calling him that."
"Why? He's an angel, isn't he?" Anathema mumbles, making the demon sigh. "You said you call him angel because he is one so I think there's nothing wrong if I–"
"Alright! I get it!" Crowley cuts her off, desperate. "Yes, it's a term of endearment. Now, please... stop doing that."
"You should tell him," she softens, noticing how it's affecting him.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to scare him off," Crowley admits, face twisting with pain. "He... He told me I was going too fast for him, if I tell him how I feel, what I want, he could–I could lose him..."
"Oh, Crowley..."
There's panic in the demon's face when he turns around.
"Angel..."
"An endearment?" Aziraphale grins from ear to ear. "All this time?"
Crowley doesn't need to answer, it's all written all over his face; honestly, Anathema has no idea why he keeps wearing those sunglasses even inside the bookshop, they hide absolutely nothing.
"I–"
"I'm sorry for making you wait, my love," the angel says and the demon almost stops working after hearing the last words; he freezes. "But I'm ready now."
Aziraphale takes him in his arms and when Crowley starts sobbing, completely happy, she knows it's time to go.
***
The next time she sees them they're holding hands and Crowley leans every now and then to kiss him on the cheek while the Them grimace and Pepper rolls her eyes.
Anathema has never seen Crowley so happy before.
"Thank you," he mouths at her and she smiles back.
"See? Everything turned out to be fine," she tells Newton who just rolls his eyes, but leans to press his lips against her forehead.
***
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More than my property
Summary: Steve is torn between keeping you his dirty secret and being a good financèe for another woman.
Pairing: Alpha!Mobster!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Bucky Barnes
Warnings: angst, abo, abo dynamics, mobster au, claiming, knotting, scenting, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Steve, mentions of cheating, unrequited love, sad reader, scared reader, dominant Steve, mentions of mobster business, unplanned pregnancy, arguments, violence against a door
A/N: Prompt was AU angst/smut with Steve so I chose to make him a mobster and an Alpha.
Words: 3,3 k
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“Steve, you need to leave, please.” Only opening the door wide enough to poke your head out you try to not give in to the blue-eyed Alpha. “Go back to her, Steve. I can’t do this any longer.”
“Y/N, let me in.” His voice soft, but determined Steve presses one palm against the wall to poke his head in. “You’re mine…”
“No, I am not and that’s the problem, Alpha. You come here for over three years and use me whenever you are in rut as your precious Peggy can’t give you what you need, as you can’t make her bear your lust and your dominant side.” Sniffling you wipe the tears with your sleeve.
“I will not repeat myself, Omega. Let me in.” Full dangerous mobster and dominant Alpha now Steve tries to make you submit once again. “Y/N, you are still my girl.”
A high cupped sob leaves your lips and the tears fall even harder. “I am not your girl, Stevie…” Your nickname for him leaving your lips let his features soften for a moment.
“She is. When you are with her, living your glamorous life I am long forgotten till your next rut.”
“Omega, you are my precious girl, but you know I can’t go public. This is not…” Sighing Steve tries to make you see his position but this time, you can’t give in.
“Yeah, sure…” Glancing up at the tall Alpha you give him a cracked smile. “The poor student living in a shady apartment is not worth being showed. I am only your dirty little secret, but I can’t stay unclaimed forever, Stevie. I need more than you can give me…” Sniffling you hand him the phone he gave you.
“It’s yours…you can’t just…” His eyes land on the small bag with the few things he gave you as you drop it to his feet.
“Nothing is mine, Steve. I love you…” Steve’s heart beats faster at your confession. “…but it breaks me to watch you leave every time you had what you came for. There are no cuddling or loving words after; only before to lull me into the illusion you care for me, but you don’t care at all…”
“I care…a lot…” Shaking your head you point toward your upper arm. You are wearing an oversized shirt so you can easily shove the sleeve up to show Steve an ugly bruise. “Who did this?”
“Last week, an Alpha grabbed me and tried to touch me. He could as you weren’t there…” Sobbing you shove the sleeve back down. “I called you Steve, three times as I felt someone following me, but you refused to take my call.”
“I was at a meeting…” Steve lies, you can see it in his eyes. “I am so sorry, doll…”
“No, you’re not, Stevie. I needed your help, but you were out with her. With the woman, you have repeatedly told me you are not in love with but…” Grabbing the magazine you toss it into Steve’s face.
“Y/N…” Laughing bitterly you shake your head.
“You hold her hand, kiss her cheek on those pictures. This doesn’t look like an arranged engagement Steve. This looks like you coming to me to shelter your Omega from getting hurt during your ruts as she’s precious to you and I am disposable…”
When the door slams shut Steve knocks repeatedly, but you lock the door and walk away.
“Punk, you look like shit. Was the sex bad this time?” Teasing his friend Bucky looks up at your window and his throat tightens. He can watch you wipe away more tears and it let his heart clench in his chest. “Shit…”
“What? She rejected me, sent me away, Buck. Y/N believes I only use her during my ruts or something.” Grumbling Steve looks at his hands. “Said I do not care at all.”
“True, Steve. Look at the shithole she calls her home. It’s shady and even worse, dangerous for an unclaimed Omega.” Blinking Bucky watches you close the curtains.
Wide-eyed Steve looks at his friend, gulping a few times. “I thought it’s not that bad.”
Snorting Bucky shakes his head. “Steve, only as no one got killed next to her apartment doesn’t mean she’s safe here. Smirking Bucky licks his lips as Steve slams his hands onto the dashboard.
“How do you want to know, Buck? I haven’t seen her for months…oh…” Glancing at his friend Steve snarls. “Right, you were watching her for me.”
“As ordered I made sure your girl is safe. Good thing I followed her or that Alpha would have done more than scaring her.” Bucky growls in response. “I brought her home and made her tea.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“She asked me not to do so. The poor girl went out to eat ice cream and got attacked.” Rubbing his forehead Steve looks up at your window.
“Maybe she found someone else and that’s the reason Y/N wants me out of her life.” Grumbling Steve looks at your apartment once again.
“When, punk? I can tell she only leaves for work or to study, comes back here and stays at home. She only left to visit a bookstore and to buy groceries…” Looking at his notebook Bucky flips through the pages.
“Oh, on Friday she was at her doctors’ practice again and that’s it. Y/N doesn’t have the time to find an Alpha…” Bucky exclaims.
“Wait…doctor? Is she sick? What kind of doctor did she see?” Panting Steve takes the notebook out of his friends’ hands to have a look at your doctor’s name.
“Gynecologist. She goes to her every few weeks as much as I can say. Isn’t that normal?” Blinking Bucky must watch his friend jump out of the car to run toward your apartment. “I guess not…”
“Y/N, Omega!” Growling Steve slams his fists into your door. “Open the door or I’ll kick it open.” Frozen to the spot you start shaking as Steve gets more aggressive.
“I will destroy it!”
“No…” Whimpering the word you want to rush toward the bedroom, but the door flies open as Steve used all his strength to get into your apartment.
“Omega…” His eyes land on your belly and you wrap your arms around your body, shaking in fear as the angry Alpha steps closer.
“Mine…” With shaking fingers Steve wants to reach out for you but you instinctively flinch away to protect your pup.
“Steve, she’s frightened of you.” Closing the door, well what’s left of it Bucky tries to calm his friend. “A pregnant Omega is vulnerable and easily frightenend when an aggressive Alpha threatens her pup.”
Hearing Steve knows about the baby you look up at him in fear. Tears spill out of your eyes and your lips start to quiver.
“Please don’t hurt my baby. You don’t need to feel responsible. It’s my fault…” Sniffling you try to steady your body as your legs threaten to give in. “I swear I won’t tell anyone.”
“Y/N…god…” Steve’s arms wrap around your scared form and you bury your face into his chest. “I won’t harm you or my pup, doll.” Shushing you Steve nods at Bucky and his friend silently leaves your apartment. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Whimpering you shudder as his hands move up and down your back. “I…I know my place, Steve. I am only an easy lay for you and men never marry the side-girl. They stay with the rich and pretty woman at their side.”
“You’re mine, Omega. This is my pup, and no one can have you.” Having Peggy by his side had its advantage but here is the Omega he wants, pregnant with his pup.
“I…I am not yours, Stevie. You need to go before the landlord calls the cops and everyone gets to know you were at my apartment.” Pointing toward the destroyed door you try to part your body from Steve’s.
“I’ll handle this on my own like everything else over the last three years. It’s not that I ever felt like I am having an Alpha…” A low snarl leaves Steve’s throat and you gasp as he presses you against the wall.
There is a dangerous glint in those blue eyes, and you look at the door, asking yourself if you can make it for a run or not.
“Don’t you dare to think to get away from me, Omega…” Teeth gritted Steve looks at you. “You are mine, my property…”
“I am nothing you can own, Mr. Rogers. I want you to go now…” In an attempt to get him off you, you press your hands weakly against his chest. “I can’t be with you any longer. You are going to get married in three weeks according to the magazine…”
“I won’t give you up.”
“Shall I be your whore or rather a dirty secret for three more years? Shall I tell your son he’s the result of your need to get off? What shall I do, Stevie?” Sniffling you ball your hands into fists.
“What can a woman do when the man she loves doesn’t love her back?” Crying bitterly, you refuse to meet Steve’s eyes. “Tell me and I do so…”
“I want you to go to your bedroom and wait for me. Bucky will stay and make sure you are safe. I’ll be back in an hour or two. Don’t you dare to run away from your Alpha.” Steve’s face is stoic, but his eyes are softer now.
“I’ll make you see you are more than my property.” Pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your neck he hums against you. “Eat something and wait for me, pretty girl. I promise to come back as fast as possible.”
You nod in agreement, wanting nothing more than for Steve to leave. If only Bucky is around, you might have the chance to sneak out when he’s not looking.
“You know…” Smirking Steve cups your cheek to press his lips to yours. “Bucky will not let you go. That punk knows you are my girl.”
“Stevie…” Pecking your lips again he purrs for you and for a moment you let him pretend he’s genuinely interested in you. “Just…”
“I’ll be back…”
“Can’t you just let me go? I could sleep at my mom’s place or something…” Whining you look at Bucky who sits right in front of your door, a big grin plastered all over his face.
“Nope. Can’t do so, doll. Sit on your couch, eat the food I brought and tell me about the pup.” Bucky is a nice guy, even saved you but right now, you want to strangle him.
“Please, Bucky. You know he doesn’t even like me. Steve only used me to get off.” Sniffling you fall onto your couch, slamming your fists into the pillow. “I can’t hide in the shadows only for him to feel like a potent Alpha able to knot two Omega’s…”
“Doll…” Sighing Bucky points toward the food. “Eat something, Darling. Stevie will be back soon, and you can talk to your Alpha.”
“NO! I can’t!” Yelling you toss the Chinese food at Bucky, but he is faster and dodges your attack.
“Don’t you get it, Bucky? He’s not my Alpha and never will be. I am only a valve to release some pressure. Nothing else. Maybe he even plans to take the baby away from me and give it to her…” Spatting the words you glare at the tall Alpha. “He never said it…”
“Said what, doll?” Getting up to sit next to you Bucky searches your face.
“I told him that I love him, Bucky. He never said it back. That’s what I am to him. A thing he can own, use and let rot in a corner till he wants to play with it again. For over four months he didn’t even call…”
“Y/N, we had a lot of shit going on over the last months. The was an attack and we had to strike back. Steve, he ordered his best man to look after you.” Smirking Bucky looks at you. “Me, doll.”
“Why should he do this when he didn’t even answer my call that night?” Voice cracking you look at the mobster next to you, waiting for his response.
“Stevie, he’s a complicated man. Very dominant, very powerful and dangerous. With Peggy, he’s always cold and only touches her to make sure everyone believes she’s the obedient trophy she should be…”
“Trophy?”
“Steve, he took over her father’s empire and she was the most priced possession. Stevie doesn’t feel passion or love for her. But with you…” Bumping his shoulder against yours, Bucky snickers.
“Did you see how his shoulders slumped every time you rejected him?” Chuckling Bucky glances at Steve entering your apartment. “Girl, you’ve got that tall and dangerous man wrapped around your pinky. Now let him kneel and earn your forgiveness…”
Bucky leaves the apartment and you look at Steve who fights with a huge bouquet of roses. “I…uh…” Clearing his throat Steve tries to tame the dominant Alpha. “I want to congratulate you on having my pup.”
“That’s not…” Glancing at the flowers you want to snicker, remembering Bucky’s words. “You can congratulate Peggy when she conceived your pup.” Lips pursed you watch Steve getting closer. He’s cursing under his breath and you snicker this time.
“You see…I … I set Peggy free. Her father agreed to give me one more club and she was allowed to go home.” Scratching his chin Steve sits next to you. “I will let Sam pack your stuff and you will come with me…right now!”
Done with playing Steve wraps you into the blanket on your couch before he picks you up to carry you out of your apartment.
“Steve! Stevie let me down!” Wiggling in his grip you snarl at him but the mobster shrugs, nodding at Sam on his way out.
“Get all her shit! Do not forget anything and then, bring it to the Mansion. I’ll have to check on my pregnant wildcat.” This time Steve snickers, and you shiver as his hold on you tightens.
“Bucky is right, you have me wrapped around your pinkie, but you will do as your Alpha says from now on. No more talking back. The moment I put my mark on your neck, you’ll have to submit to me.” Purring he nuzzles your cheek and you can feel your body react to his strong scent.
“I…I never said I’ll let you claim me…” Stubborn you purse your lips but Steve ignores your ministrations to fight him. While Bucky opens the door to the backseat for Steve you wiggle in his grip but it’s useless.
“Wildcat for sure…” Snickering Bucky watches you fight his friend. “You have a lot of work to do to tame this Omega…”
“I’ll make her my good girl tonight. I bet she will purr like a kitten for me…” Smirking Steve nips at your shoulder and you slap his cheek. “You will regret you hit your Alpha…”
“No…” Gasping you feel his hold tighten once again and you know the dangerous look he gives you is his final warning. “You left me alone…”
“I had my reasons, Y/N. Now act like an adult and sit on my lap. Be a good girl…” Snarling he watches you wiggle on his lap until you finally find a suitable position. His large palm presses your head to his chest, and you don’t fight the mobster.
“Much better, Y/N. You will learn to follow my orders…”
Scrambling away you feel two strong arms drag you back toward the edge of the bed. Before you can fight him Steve reveals your swollen belly. He’s purring at the sight and his lips place a soft kiss above your belly button.
“You smell so good, doll. Missed you, your scent and this tight little cunt wrapped around my knot. Do you know how hard it was not to come to you?” Shaking your head, you watch Steve drag your panties down.
He’s vibrating against you before he dives in to nuzzle your mound. “Had to stay away to make sure no one hurts my girl.”
“Stevie…” Gasping you feel his tongue lap at your slick folds. “Please…just…” Your body is ready to give in, craves nothing more than the closeness of your pup’s father.
“Look at this pussy, made for me and waiting to get filled…” He’s lazily sliding his tongue through your folds, not giving you enough to find release but to make you whimper with every stroke of his skilled muscles. “Say it and you will get what you need…”
“I am yours…” Cursing you spread your thighs and Steve crawls between your legs to nudge at your slit. “Alpha…”
Two fingers pressed to your lips Steve smirks, just slowly sliding his digits into your mouth as he lines up with your entrance.
“Such a good girl now. You know…” He’s sliding into you, bottoming out with one forceful thrust.
“I need to make you feel me for days.” Pecking your neck, he starts to rut into you, slow but with enough force to take your breath away. “But I’ll be gentle this time, doll. You are having my pup after all…”
Steve rolls his hips slow, gentle to make you feel the drag against your walls with every long stroke.
His lips caress your collarbone and you dig your nails into his left shoulder to hold tight onto him.
While you slide your hand through his hair he moans against you, enjoying the gentle gesture. He returns it with soft kisses and little nibble at your skin while his cock slides into you with more force.
“You’ll be mine…always mine…” Calling out his name, along with curses you meet his thrusts. “My Omega…my wife…my love…”
Eyes closed you whimper at his words and he smirks against your skin. “I think you like the idea, doll. You just squeezed me tight enough to choke me.”
“Stevie…” Panting you fist his hair as your high is too close. “Please…” Urged on by your pleas he speeds up, does anything to press your orgasm out of you before his knot pops open.
“I want your knot, Alpha…”
Steve loses it. His hands move to your thighs to control your body as his thrusts become erratic and you are on the edge of your release.
“I love you, Y/N…” His words let you cry out in pleasure and you are sure he felt it in his bones that you submitted to him as his cum floats your belly the moment you tilt your head.
“Mine…” Teeth sink into your neck and you feel euphoria push you over the edge once again. “Doll…fuck…”
“So…” Glancing at your claiming mark Bucky smirks. “She agreed to stay?”
“My girl stays at my house and is going to marry me, after I proposed of course. I mean…” Fumbling a box with a ring out of his jacket Steve looks at you.
“When did you get this?” Looking at the beautiful ring you smile as it’s not the one Peggy wore.
“I said I need one hour or two, doll. I drove to the jeweler to get the ring I ordered and back.” Stammering you look at Steve. “I thought you called things off with Peggy while you were away…”
“Y/N, I called things off with her weeks ago. We had to wait for her father to agree to my terms for her freedom. He doesn’t know I would’ve let her go either way.” Smirking Steve steps closer to wrap his arms around you.
“Gotcha in my claws and I’ll never let you go.”
You don’t know if it’s a promise or a threat but to be with your Alpha, the father of your pup you’ll accept he’s dominant and dangerous.
“Love you Alpha…”
“I love you too, Y/N but…” Biting your neck Steve snickers. “You will learn to follow my orders. As my wife, you need to be aware bad people are wanting to hurt me.”
“I’ll listen to you. At least when it comes to danger…” Giggling you turn in his embrace. “But for the rest, I’ll make sure I am more than your property…”
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