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quite-right-too · 5 months

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Piece of Art

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: The Doctor sees your newest tattoo.

One year.

You had been travelling for an entire year.

Granted, time was subjective when you are in a literal time machine, but the point still stood. For your timeline, it had been three hundred and sixty-five days of adventures.

It seemed like the Doctor also knew. He was up before you — which was normal considering his “superior Time Lord biology” allowed him to have “a considerably altered circadian rhythm” and he didn’t need much sleep.

He was already up and running around the console by the time you were up, hair tousled like he had been running his hands through it. You admired him from the doorway as he checked the screens, putting on his glasses and analysing the data that was written in that beautiful circular language.

“So, what’s the plan today?” you asked with a smirk, arms crossed and leaning against the coral entrance to the console room. The Doctor jumped for a second as he was brought out of his focused state.

He gave you his signature Doctor grin and began to flip various switches. “Well,” he drawled, “I was thinking we could go to Dracea VII. They have a wonderful festival that comes around every ten years. The food is amazing.” Nimble fingers typed into his keyboard as he watched the Gallifreyan symbols change. “Just imagine it. The sky's the perfect shade of lavender while the various rivers that flow through the city are a shimmering gold. The grass is soft, almost like silk, and is a deep blue. The entire planet is gorgeous.”

You couldn’t help the matching smile that spread across your face. “Sounds wonderful.”

“Alright!” he exclaimed, pulling a lever down hard as the TARDIS began to groan and lurch through the vortex. “Allons-y!”

A final thud upon landing threw your balance off. As you were sent stumbling, the Doctor reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling him into you as you both fell to the floor. He caught you, just as he always did. Your shared laughs filled the console room as you savoured the moment.

“Come on, up you go,” he grunted as he helped you to your feet. “Off on another adventure, us!” He grinned as he grabbed his overcoat and pulled it over his shoulders, adjusting the collar as he put it on. Once satisfied with how the garment sat, the Doctor held out his hand. His fingers wiggled in invitation. Chestnut eyes sparkled with the excitement of being able to spend time with you.

You loved it.

Fingers now laced, the door to the TARDIS was thrown open. Instead of the beautiful grass and rivers the Doctor had described, you were greeted with what appeared to be a sewer system. A very dirty sewer system.

As the two of you stepped out of the doors, the Doctor looked around with a grimace on his face. “What the-” He was quickly cut off with a low rumble.

A rumble that came from directly above you.

Although you both moved away from the now-noticed pipe above your heads, it was too late. The putrid smell of hot garbage assaulted you as you felt yourself get splashed with the brown mysterious liquid.

“Fucking dammit!” you yelled, lurching away.

The Doctor grabbed your hand, pulling you back into the TARDIS. Your shirt seemed to have gotten the worst of it. Not wanting to continue the contact of the sewage against your skin, you pulled your shirt off and discarded it on the floor of the console room.

“Alright, that was not where I intended to land. Sorry about that.” As the Doctor looked up at you, he froze. Standing before him was your shirtless form, bearing a semi-new tattoo.

The vibrant blue phone box that took up the space on the right side of your torso was beautifully surrounded with a galaxy. In the background, the Earth was able to be made out.

His feet moved of their own accord. Before either of you knew it, he was standing directly in front of you, staring down at your ribs. “When did you get this done?” the Doctor murmured quietly, his hand coming up to hover above the piece.

You moved your hand up to his, pressing his fingers against your skin. “You can touch, Doctor.” You smiled at how enraptured he was. “I got it the last time we were in America. Probably around three months ago? Did you know that Los Angeles has some pretty amazing tattoo artists?”

“This is brilliant.” The Doctor was in complete and utter awe. “Why haven’t you shown me this before?” He traced circular patterns over the tattoo with the pads of his fingers.

“I don’t know, just…” You trailed off, mind melting at the feel of the skin-to-skin contact. “Wanted to wait for the right time.”

“Well, I love it.” The Doctor wasn’t lying. His eyes were staring into your soul. He loved it.

“Good,” you breathed. He was so close to you — it made it so hard to think.

I love you.

The words caught in your throat.

#my fic #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor #doctor who #david tennant

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darklinsblog · 2 years

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Morpheus crushing on you as the Goddess of the Moon would include…

This was a request by @dora-wolfram-blog, also thank you so much to everyone that requests or leaves kind comments on my question box

Part II

Morpheus worked alongside you for as long as the Earth existed… After all his dreams and nightmares needed the moon.

For centuries, he only heard your voice echoing through the walls of the Dreaming.

“ I admire the love and dedication you put into your creations, Lord of Dreams”

“I only seek to serve humanity the best I can, Selene”

“Please, call me Y/N. Having worked together for centuries I believe that is only fair”

“Very well, then I insist on you calling me Dream as well”

With time you developed an intimate bond, it was like nothing you’ve ever experienced, seeing as though you had only heard each other’s voices.

You two never really got into talking about romances, but you were the first person he felt comfortable enough to talk about his son’s passing.

You listened intently, as you could tell how much that experience weighted on him.

“You’ve carried this burden for far too long my dear Dream”

You personally opened up about Endymion’s multiple affairs when he was married to you

Morpheus was fuming, how could anyone think of being disloyal to you with such pertness?

If he was with you, he wouldn’t have eyes for anybody else but his wife

He was invaded with thoughts of you as his wife

As the relationship went on, Morpheus wanted to invite you to the Dreaming, he had to see you.

One day, he finally built up the courage to do so.

You were more than happy to accept his offer

Dream was completely over the place overwhelmed with arrangements

Everything had to be perfect for your arrival.

His palms were sweating as he waited for you at the very veil of his palace.

When you stood before him, Morpheus held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest

You were more than he could ever even imagine, in every aspect.

He offered his hand for you to hold, your touch feeling warm and soothing.

“It’s a pleasure to finally be in your presence, King of Dreams”

You? Thanking him? He should be the one to bow down before you

Both of you would take long walks before the night could arise

Working together on his kingdom felt so much more different.

He was in utter awe of you as you used your powers

You were glowing (quite literally)

Dream would observe intently at your every move, completely mesmerized by you

You would catch his gaze from time to time and he would smile, blushing softly

You would notice the galaxies kept in his cape and compliment him about it

Before you could go back to your realm, Morpheus had a gift for you

It was a crescent moon pendant.

Your eyes glistened with hope, and so did his

You knew him giving you a gift with one of your many symbols meant he had romantic intentions

He was quietly asking if you would allow him to court you

“Is this why you were nervous all along?”

He almost choked

“Was I that transparent?”

“My dear Dream, you should know you can’t keep anything a secret from the moon”

You kissed his cheek goodbye, accepting his proposal.

#the sandman comics #love #dream of the endless #sandman imagine #sandman netflix #morpheus dream #sandman x reader #tom sturridge x reader #tom sturridge #dream headcanons #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus sandman #morpheus headcanons #morpheus x reader #morpheus imagines #morpheus

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cherubic-cherry · 27 days

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His eyes almost closed before he saw a small stack of paper cross his vision, accompanied with a large box of thin-tipped crayola markers.

“Just a bit longer,” Bruce muttered to him, leaning out of his chair to whisper directly into Tim’s ear. He must’ve noticed Tim almost nodding off.

He was ashamed, Bruce had brought him to Wayne enterprise after Tim showed interest in his work, going out of his way to feed into Tim’s curiosity.

And what does Tim do? He spaces out the entire time and probably has embarrassed Bruce in front of his employees.

Tim hated it, but he couldn’t help it, something about the boards words made them slip out of Tim’s brain like sand. Tim’s body was beginning to feel weighed down, the extra sounds was turning out to be quite the affective replacement for a white noise machine.

Bruce didn’t seem exasperated, not by any means of the word.

“ Bernie tends to take up 85% of these meetings droning on, and 50% of that is just talking about his cat, once he wraps up we’ll be almost done. Try drawing something for Damian, he’ll appreciate the gesture.”

Tim was sure that somebody at the table heard what Bruce had said; he was not great at whispering, but they all willingly ignored it. Even going so far as to turn their heads away from Tim and Bruce.

Tim allowed himself a quiet giggle at the joke, making sure it was not loud enough to disturb. Looking down at the papers that were set in front of him and was scandalized by the concept.

It was another remainder that the Wayne’s had yet to grasp what was age appropriate for a 9 year old. For goodness sake, Tim spent his time trying to hack into the Bat-computer, not coloring.

It was juvenile, as well, that Bruce had packed the markers in his bag meant that he had premeditated the fact that Tim would use eventually get bored and need them.

Tim would be wounded from the assumption if it wasn’t proven true.

The young boy subtly took out three markers: yellow, green, black and red. He would make Damian a drawing of the Robin symbol just so he can show Damian and see him try to hide the pride off of his face.

Given how easily Damian is impressed by him, he’ll make comments about its accuracy and detail.

Tim carefully traced the edges of the design, it was image Tim was easily able to conjure up in his head.

He shaded it in carefully, making sure that the colors didn’t blend together; he became so engrossed in the task that he didn’t notice that Bruce took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Tim’s shoulder.

He did, however, notice that the extra warmth added on to his drowsiness, making it all the more easy to allow his head to sink down onto the paper.

The voices of the board became more and more distant, slowly fading to a whisper.

Tim was able to catch a few words, something about wrapping up and Tuesday and ‘getting the kiddo home’ or ‘getting the kitten home’ either one didn’t make much sense.

He tried to put together the words, like pieces of a puzzle, but they all fleeted away the moment he heard something else.

He felt a heavy weight on his shoulder, a pleasant one yet it attempted to pull him away from his light slumber, which was something that Tim was adamantly against at that moment.

“Abba? ‘m tired,” Tim mumbled groggily, feeling Bruce’s arm wrap around him. He curled into the extra warmth, desperate for anything that will imitate the comfort of a mattress.

“We’re going home now Tim,” Bruce said softly, so soft that Tim wasn’t able to register what Bruce had said and wake himself up for the trip home. Instead he left Bruce with all the complications and allowed himself to slip into that last layer of sleep.

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#fic rec #ao3 funny #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #little Tim drake #bruce wayne #Bruce and Tim #batman #batfam #young Tim Drake #damian wayne #Damian and Tim

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pauls1967moustache · 7 months

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For the dvd commentary thing, from wouldn't it be nice? :)

Before he can think of what to say, John says, "Here you go," and drops a little looped guitar string into the palm of his hand—a makeshift ring. Paul's heart skips a beat and then runs away with all of them. He's frozen there, looking at it; feeling John's eyes burning into his skin. He wants to say something—play into the obvious joke John's making—but he feels like everything he's ever felt in his life is caught in his throat, and if he makes a single sound, it's all going to come spilling out of him. He runs his thumb over the precarious curve of it, careful so as to not send it flying loose. If he even tried to put it on it might unravel. He's obviously not going to put it on. He's— He looks at John. John's glance flinches away, something guilty on his face, and Paul feels mortified because if John's looking guilty, it means there must be something to be sorry for splayed across Paul's features. Paul opens his mouth to cover for it, or think of an excuse, or Jesus Christ, fucking anything— but it doesn't come out. He's too overwhelmed.

(tough to pick just one passage!)

For the DVD commentary game

THE GUITAR STRING RING!!!! I am a romantic at heart, first of all.

This fic was a secret santa gift for @mydaroga who I I already followed, so I sort of had an idea of what they were into and I'd seen them talking about the Lennon/McCartney credit agreement before, which is where the idea of exploring that against the backdrop of John's real legal marriage to Cyn came from.

But! Before I got to that idea I had a few other ideas I tried out that weren't working, which I ultimately ended up stripping for parts and then mushing into this one. The guitar string ring was originally from a fic that was about the Paul/Linda John/Yoko double wedding week in 1969 (I might go back to this one at some point, but I did kind of take the meat out of it by stealing the guitar string ring lol).

Anyway, Paul is not unaware of his feelings, but he is kind of ignoring how upset he is by the idea of John being real life married to someone else, when they are only abstract songwirting married. John is aware of this, but also too scared to bring it up, so they've been sort of skirting it for the whole fic, but then John sees an opportunity and takes it.

I think John does mean it as a joke, or at least more light-hearted than it ends up being, but Paul has been so bottled up, up to this point, that he simply cannot take it as a joke. And John of course notices this and feels bad, because he doesn't want to upset Paul, but he's stuck in this impossible situation where he feels like he has to marry Cyn (and it's not like he could marry Paul anyway), and so he doesn't know what more he can offer apart from a jokey gesture.

As for Paul's state of mind, he obviously wants to say yes, but the gesture just isn't that simple, and he's been trying to be okay with everything, and he still feels the need to be okay with everything even when he isn't, and he wants John to mean it so bad that he just can't react at all.

I also just love the bit of Paul tentatively touching it. I've never made a ring out of guitar string, but I imagine it wouldn't be the sturdiest thing in the world. I like the symbolism of John giving Paul this frail little token of his love and Paul being so scared of it coming loose that he can barely touch it. He doesn't even want to put it on. It's a metaphor!

And, I'm just very proud of the idea of a guitar string ring in the first place. It's so quintessentially them. Like, this happened. Paul has it in a box in his house somewhere. It's already integrated into my beliefs.

#dvd commentary ask game

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rambheem-is-real · 2 years

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Pareshanura Part 3

Part 1, 2

“Ok, darling, I’ve got it.” Daya speaks into his cell phone as Dhruva walks into the station. Daya glances at Dhruva, then ends the call with, “I’ve got to go, see you later.”

Dhruva frowns at Daya. “Who was that?”

“A friend of mine. She runs an animal shelter, and she called me to prosecute a man who abused his pet bird. I assured her I would put him in jail for it.” Daya shrugs. “I don’t care about the bird, but you gotta do something if a pretty woman asks you to, y’know?” He smirks at Dhruva, whose frown deepens.

It was totally a work related call. And Daya flirted with him all of the time. There was no need to get upset over a ‘darling’, or a ‘pretty woman’, Daya probably referred to everyone like that. Dhruva chooses to walk over to his desk and start sorting out the day’s files instead of responding.

He didn’t care.

He really didn’t.

The next day, a woman comes into the station wearing a purple and black floral patterned blouse, and jean shorts. She’s carrying a box of... something.

Dhruva closes the file he had been reading expectantly, waiting for the woman to see him and come over to state her business. Instead, she walks straight over to Daya, as if she owned the place.

Daya’s face brightens when he sees the woman. “Bangaram!”

The woman grins and sets down her box, sitting down on the corner of his desk.

“Adedede, you didn’t have to come all this way, I could visit you at your shelter!”

“Well, I wanted to come over. And give you these.” She opens the box, and Dhruva cranes his neck to get a peek. It’s a bunch of sweets and snacks, but in the middle there’s a reheatable container of what looks like soup.

Hopefully she was getting married and gifting him all of this. Peeda odilipothundi.

Dhruva shakes his head. What had gotten into him? The woman hadn’t done anything wrong, and yet he was cursing her. Daya was allowed to have friends.

“I brought you your favorite!” The woman states, opening the soup container. Her voice is melodious and sweet, Dhruva notices. “Authentic fish curry!”

Dhruva takes it back. Daya is not allowed to have friends. Especially ones that give him fish curry. He still remembers the time they had been patrolling on the beach, Daya going out of his way to talk to the fishermen and have them make some fish curry for Dhruva after he had said he never had it. Dhruva had always recalled it fondly, and they had been back to the beach for not-dates several times after, with Daya taking care to make sure Dhruva always got fish curry whenever they were there.

“Shanvi bujji,” Daya starts, and Dhruva hates how his eyes are shining. “Did you make this?” The woman, Shanvi, nods, smiling. “I thought you were vegetarian! Did I finally convert you?”

Shanvi laughs. “No, I had a friend of mine make it. But don’t worry, it’s made exactly as you like it.”

“Murthy!” Daya barks. “Fetch me a spoon!”

Narayana Murthy rolls his eyes and shuffles over to bring him the spoon. Dhruva felt bad for him on most days, he was one of the few sincere officers working here and had the misfortune to have Daya of all people as his boss.

Daya tastes the curry, and almost moans. Dhruva’s fist clenches. “Bangaram, this is so good!”

Dhruva intervenes.

“So, how do you two know each other?” He asks, making his way over to the pair.

Shanvi turns around. “Oh, you must be ASP Dhruva!” She holds her hand out, and Dhruva shakes it. “Big fan of the way you handled the Siddharth Abhimanyu case.”

“Thank you.”

“And as for your question, well,” she turns to give Daya a fond look, and Dhruva fights to keep a frown off of his face. “We met when someone kidnapped all of the dogs at the shelter, and he helped me get them back. He’s a very caring person, and loves animals as much as I do.”

“Really,” Dhruva asks. Daya winces and gives him the nonverbal cut it out symbol, but Dhruva doesn’t care. The lies he told this woman were not his problem.

Dhruva suddenly remembers yesterday’s phone call, and realizes the ‘darling’ on the phone must have been Shanvi. He internally scowls.

“Yeah!” Shanvi goes on, oblivious to the situation. “He’s been a very good friend to me. You two are working together, right? How has the experience been for you?”

Well, Dhruva thinks, two can play at this game.

“It’s been a pleasure to work with my darling Daya, of course.”

Shanvi’s eyes go wide. There’s a choking sound, and both of them turn to look at Daya, coughing out some curry gravy. He stares at Dhruva.

Well, Daya kept flirting with him and making him lose his cool, so can’t Dhruva do the same back?

“Your... darling Daya?” Shanvi asks. Is she jealous? Good.

“Yeah.” Dhruva lets his fingers slowly skim up and down Daya’s arm, feeling the goosebumps left in his wake. “We have so much fun together, right kanna?”

Daya swallows, and nods.

“Oh my god,” Shanvi gushes. “This is literally the plot of one of my romance books.”

Dhruva snaps out of it. “What?” he asks, confused. Why was she not jealous?

“You guys are so cute together!” she continues. “Are you living together? You two should adopt a dog! From my shelter!” she lowers her voice, but not her excitement. “It would be great PR!”

Daya recovers from his initial tongue-tied state, to Dhruva’s regret. “Ah, we’re not living together yet, but I see that happening sometime in the near future.” He winks at Dhruva. “With all of the nights he spends over at my place-”

“Thank you for the sweets,” Dhruva cuts him off, addressing Shanvi.

“Of course! And you’re welcome to have some too, I didn’t mean to accidentally exclude you.” He nods at her in appreciation, and takes a kaju out, finishing it off as Daya walks her to the door.

He comes back grinning in disbelief, and Dhruva suddenly remembers how much of a fool he’d been acting the last few minutes.

“Did you seriously just flirt with me, ASP garu?”

Dhruva refuses to answer, going back to his own desk.

“Did she make you jealous, ASP garu?” Daya calls from the other side of the room, and Dhruva buries his face in his paperwork.

I hate this man, Dhruva thinks fondly as he hears Daya’s delighted laughter.

tl:

bangaram - term of affection, literally means gold

Peeda odilipothundi - The sin will leave (sin referring to Shanvi)

bujji - little one

kanna - also little one

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#dhruva x daya #dhruva #temper #daya #rrr #rambheem #jr ntr #tarak #ram charan #pareshanura #we need a ship name #dhraya?#dhruvaya #?#and yes shanvi is kajal agarwal's character #ok update it’s dhruya

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cullenssapphic · 1 year

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“Merry Christmas, Esme”

This is set just before carlesme are married in December 1921 - Carlisle tries to recreate what he did for Edward’s first Christmas as a newborn with Esme however he is faced with a small dilemma when he finds mistletoe Esme has made whilst decorating

they are engaged but you know Carlisle and his touch starved self

please enjoy and reblog <3

Esme adored the snow. In her human life, she spent those snowy Decembers wrapped up in stifling fabrics, trying to appreciate its trancing beauty of white yet not daring to encounter the cool bite of its touch. Her new life helped her to appreciate its beauty wholly. She loved the new sensation of snowflakes hitting her unbothered skin, running barefoot amongst the ground and laying for hours, watching the haze fall softly.

It was at Carlisle’s eager suggestion Edward take Esme out hunting for the day. Edward was very much aware of Carlisle’s plans for the evening - his thoughts were loud with elation as he pictured what her reaction would be like - lost in the reverie of every possible outcome.

Esme had stepped outside leaving the two to talk alone whilst she waited for Edward. Carlisle spoke in his mind, the surprise was sacred.

‘Please Edward, I want this to be special,’ He wanted to carry on the tradition he had done for Edward - making sure their human experiences were maintained and unforgotten. Although, It was different for Esme; it felt more important, more intimate. She was his guiding light and he longed to follow, to make sure she shone brightly. Her happiness was his priority.

‘Take her out in the snow. Perhaps she should bring her sketchbook? I know she loves to draw that lake nearby the little creek you know the one with the irises.’ The boy couldn’t help but scoff a little, they were not married quite yet but he had noticed how absolutely entwined they were with one another. The little details that were so obvious, their thoughts mirrored with saccharine positivity, their faces both reacted in unison as if rehearsed. It was heart-warming - even for a vampire. “Alright.” he nodded shifting to the door.

‘Good lad, be back around five I should be done by then’ he gently patted his shoulder ‘and please, keep her safe’ his warning was sincere yet stern.

“Of course I wouldn’t want to spoil this for her.” a smirk tugged the corner of his mouth, remembering the time Carlisle had done this for him. He wisped upstairs grabbing Esme’s sketchbook and shook his head wryly as he went, meeting her outside to go on a much prolonged hunt.

Carlisle was overwrought - he needed this to be perfect. She deserved perfection. He shuffled through the boxes of tinsel, string and nitid ornaments when he noticed a separate box underneath he couldn’t recall from the prior years. This was Esme’s.

He lay the small box on his lap, pulling out a wooden sphere painted with elements of rich carmine and artichoke. It was decadent despite its simplicity. The words ‘Cullen’ with ‘C.E.E’ underneath painted delicately in her handwriting. Carlisle held it gently to his chest in a sentimental fashion and sighed. Once the tree was brought in, he placed it on one of the centre branches. perfect he smiled.

When he had strung up the fruit he searched for items to put on the fireplace. There was a small item wrapped in linen enlaced with a knotted string. Carlisle’s name had been painted on it and curiosity bested him. He unravelled it to reveal the fresh mistletoe leaves tied neatly with ribbon. Oh. She was planning her own surprise for him then. His smile beamed, Edward was right - they truly were connected.

It was a symbolic custom; one he knew would be important to her. Lucent berries and leaves rested in his palm ‘What should I do?’ contemplating if he should spoil her own surprise and replace it with his own, Carlisle was reluctant to suggest it to her. They had kissed many times over the course of their engagement but he was still timid with his affections. Besides, it was Esme who had kissed him first. He placed it to the side and struck a match. They would be back soon.

The smell of candle wax thickened as he lit each wick - Since Esme had arrived, their house felt homely and affable. The mellow tones sunken in their living room along with the seasonal attributes made him realise that perhaps for the first time he was apart of a family, his family.

“We’re back.” the door twisted open, Edward came in and Esme followed; her swaying caramel curls decorated with the snowy confetti from outside. Her golden eyes lit up as she took in the new surroundings and her mouth was perched open slightly in awestruck.

Their living room had been masked floor to ceiling in gaudy decor - dashed with blotches of aureate that if they were human, their eyes would irritate greatly. When Carlisle had decorated the inn at the harbour he and Edward shared in 1919, it was never more than a tree and a couple items for their bedside tables; this was far too excessive.

‘How ostentatious’ Edward thought to himself, amused by Carlisle’s desperate need to go overboard for the woman he loved.

“Merry Christmas, Esme.” Carlisle made his way towards her

“Oh Carlisle this is- it’s just wonderful, thank you.” she was now admiring the tree and noticed her ornament had been strung up along with the others.

She pointed to it “you weren’t supposed to see that yet you know.”

“Well you didn’t really hide it that well,” he joked “and besides it’s very beautiful.”

Her smile was coy, “Did you happen to find anything else?”

“As a matter of fact I found something rather intriguing.” he turned to the fireplace to retrieve her spoilt surprise.

“mhm go on.”

he grabbed the mistletoe, motioning it towards her with one eyebrow cocked upwards for an explanation.

“I was saving that for Christmas Day!”

“You made this yourself?”

Her eyes dropped to the floor in a shy humour “Well it’s quite easy you just tie it all together.”

“So you made me a Christmas present and I foolishly found it and now am flaunting it about everywhere.” he scoffed

“I made you two Christmas presents and I didn’t even get to see your reaction,” her playful tone dropped ever so slightly “Do you like them?”

“I love them, angel.” his heart would have burst if it could beat.

“I’m glad.”

“So about this mistletoe, what were you planning on asking me?”

“Well, you’re the one that found it so I think it is only fair you ask darling.” she prodded, Esme knew that he was still nervous with affection; one reason was he did not want to frighten her and the other was that he was alone for so long. The starved intimacy he had craved centuries for - it was all so new to him.

“Oh.” he muttered then flashing an equanimous smile “well then Miss Platt,”

“I’ll be Mrs Cullen soon.” she added

“Then, Mrs Cullen.. would you do me the honour of kissing me underneath the mistletoe.”

“Of course, my husband.” she teased, leaning forward as he held the mistletoe above their heads with his free hand.

Edward coughed sheepishly “And on that note i think I’ll head out and enjoy the weather a little longer.” he had stood watching them, unnoticed, their love was mesmerising to watch but he’d give them their privacy.

‘Poor lad’ Carlisle thought as he went out the door but soon returned his thoughts back to Esme.

She pulled him close, tugging his shirt slightly “you know Carlisle we don’t need this as an excuse to kiss.” She grabbed the mistletoe from his hand and they kissed sweetly, both cherishing the closeness of one another.

“Thank you for doing this.” She murmured, resting her head against his shoulder.

“Of course,” he pressed his lips to her forehead. “Again, Merry Christmas angel.”

“Merry Christmas, Carlisle.”

#carlisle cullen #esme cullen #carlesme #twilight #fanfic #christmas time is carlesmes time to shine #carlisle says ‘lad’ because I say lad and we’re both british #also it’s the only reason he and Siobhan are friends #esme loves the snow because she’s one of those one with nature girlies and she paints the weather #I feel like she’d make handmade ornaments when she was a teacher and like 8 months pregnant #she’s a diy queen and carlisle can’t get enough #longer than anticipated because the writer in me took over #edward cullen #writing

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yisony07 · 2 years

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"So, young soul, what brings you to this humble and deep abode of mine?" asked that old shaman dressed in purple cloaks with star touches. She spoke in an almost ghostly voice, as if she were a ghost.

The place had dark walls decorated with stars and various magical symbols and smelled of sweet smoke. Kenneth didn't know what had gotten him into this situation, but he was already there, and he wouldn't back down.

"You see, ma'am, I have a slight problem... It's this man, Harry, I can't help but get nervous when I'm around him, I really love him so much: he's so kind, always there for me..., I'm very much in love with him, but something prevents me from talking with him normally and..." he stopped when he saw the shaman raise her hand for him to stop.

"Don't worry, young soul, I know exactly what you need." She got up from her small seat and went to one of the boxes on one of the shelves, took it and returned to the seat. "I didn't think this would be the time to unleash this magnificent item, but I think it will serve you well, young soul." She opened the box and took out a mask, which he handed to Kenneth. "I trust you will put it to good use."

"Uh... thanks?" Kenneth muttered unconvincingly. "But how is this supposed to help me?"

"It's a magical item... It will do its thing when you put it on. It will feel strange at first, but don't be afraid... It's all part of the process" she replied slowly and ethereally, watching him condescendingly.

"O... kay".

Kenneth looked at the back of the mask and noticed a green glow. He looked at the old woman again and she nodded. Small drops of cold sweat fell on the mask, and the shine was more noticeable. He took a deep breath and placed the mask over his face.

A green smoke emanated from the mask and began to completely cover his body; Kenneth felt the mask spread around his head. He didn't know how to feel himself. "It's part of the process," he reminded himself, for it was uncomfortable, yet strangely arousing.

When the mask covered his entire head, Kenneth sensed something strange. His head burned gently, as if the mask was clinging to him like a second skin. Everything was blurred for a few seconds, and when his vision returned to normal, a flame lit up inside him. Strongly, he inhaled all the smoke created around him, and when his lungs collected all the gas, a new figure stood in his place.

"I'm booming!!" he said in a tone as excited as it was seductive, noticing his new deep, manly voice. He looked at his new body, took out a mirror and saw his reflection. "Now that's more like I was asking for." he tossed the mirror off-screen, and a cat's yell sounded. "Thank you ma'am…!" he took some bills out of his pocket, placed them on the table and shot out, breaking through the wall. "Oops! Sorry." he said he taking out a pencil with which he drew on the wall and restored it before leaving completely.

In Harry's house, who lived alone, it was very quiet. He turned off the television and was about to close the window to go to sleep, when a box suddenly came through it, almost hitting him.

"What the...?!". Harry looked out the window quickly, but he didn't see anyone, so he closed it and walked over to the box, a solid greenish-beige color, that had ended up on the floor. "Why would someone send me this?"

Harry opened the box and someone appeared.

"What the hell?!" Harry yelled in astonishment. "Who are you? And give me a reason not to call the police!"

"Wow, wow, wow... We don't have to go that far, pretty boy." The masked man walked over to Harry and gently placed him on the edge of the bed. "I'm just a person who wants to be more than just your friend and I received... a little boost" he explained pointing to his face. "Do you see this green face? Sexy and magical just for you, dear." He flexed his muscles and they adopted the words:

Be my boyfriend (next to a heart pierced by an arrow).

Harry blinked several times, trying to process everything. Suddenly his mind clicked. "K-K-Kenneth?"

"Ding, ding, ding, ding!!" That sound rang out as the words on his muscles shone, as if Harry had hit a game show. "That's right, so..." Masked Kenneth climbed on top of Harry's body with a grin. "Do you accept?"

Harry felt heat all over his body. "Yes…" he whispered.

And with a kiss, one story ended and another began.

#he-mask #loki mask transformation #the mask #themask #the mask transformation #gay #the mask trasformation #male tf #male transformation #gay tf #gay transformation

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archives-of-camelot · 3 months

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Surprise Gifts

Characters: Eli, Evelin (@nimue-hidden-lake)

Series: Evelin Anniversary

Eli was working once again, early one morning. Freelance editing always ensured he could make money on the side. Plus, he enjoyed doing it. It helped that many of his clients put the good word in to those in their circle, meaning he had a steady flow.

Some even wondered why he didn't utilize his talents for himself, and he couldn't exactly give an answer. He might be able to make it big one day with a channel of his own, but he was content doing what he loved, and getting paid for it.

Clicking and sliding, his work was interrupted by a knock.

"The doc's in" he said, his usual response.

Evelin walked in, carrying something behind her back, though Eli had yet to see.

"Have you eaten yet today?" she asked, looking at his screen.

"Mhm. Before I even started" he said with a smile, pointing to the dirty plate next to him.

"That's good" she nodded.

Finishing up an edit, he took off his headset and turned to face her.

"What's up? Something you need me for?" he'd ask, stretching.

"You might say that"

Finally taking notice of the box behind her, he tilted his head, before smiling again.

"Oh, your package came in. What'd you get?"

"It's not for me" she answered, pulling it out and handing it to him.

He stared at the box in his lap, unable to tell what it could possibly be, other than the somewhat small box it was packaged in.

"W-Wait, what's the occasion?"

She only shrugged lightly, staring, seemingly eagerly. To some it might look like her usual stare, but there was a slight intensity to it. Taking that as a hint to stop asking questions, he opened the box.

Aside from the parchment paper protecting and holding it in place, he saw something. A blue device, no bigger than a phone possibly. Emblazoned with a red symbol on the front.

"Th-This is...no..."

Eli took the device in his hands and examined it. It was in great condition. A merchandise relic from his favorite game.

"A...PET...? he asked, wide eyed.

She nodded.

"B-But this had to have been expensive. These go for like, hundreds!" he sounded worried, concerned at how much she must've spent on it.

"I found a post from a mom cleaning out her children's old toys online. She sold it for cheap"

"In this good of condition?" still wide eyed.

She nodded again.

"I dunno what to say...thanks Evelin" he put the PET down and hugged her.

"No problem" with a slight smile as she hugged back.

A real PET. Something he's wanted since childhood! But...even though she said she got it for cheap, he still felt guilty. He never was good with gifts, not receiving them anyways.

Later, he thought to himself (after thoroughly playing with the PET of course). What could he do...? He had some money set aside, but he didn't have the foggiest clue what to repay her with. So, he went searching. Hours went by, until he found it. A local book store had just what he needed.

He just had to hope they still had what he was looking for.

. . . Later . . .

Evelin was sat by Pinro's dish, petting the cat as she ate her food, purring all the while with each stroke.

"Hey, uh...hope I'm not interrupting" he said with a wave.

"Not at all" she said, looking up while still petting Pinro.

"So, I really appreciate what you got me. The best present I've ever received" he said with a warm smile. "And no rules say I have to but...y'know, I'm no good at this, so just take a look" as he handed her the bag.

She examined the bag, before reaching in and pulling out a book. It looked to be a manga of some sort. It showed a knight with cat ears, holding a glowing turquoise blade, accompanied by a spirit manifesting from said sword. He was about to face off against a giant black dragon, surrounded by flames of darkness. The cover read:

Tales of the Neko Warrior - Vol.6

Her expression changed ever so slightly, her eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in the sight of her favorite book series.

"I was saving up money to get the PET. But since you got it for me ahead of time, and the most recent volume's translation just releasing, I figured why not?" he said with a smile.

Wordlessly she hugged him, and he swore, if she was a cat, he might've heard her purring. He chuckled and hugged back.

"You like it I take?"

"Yes...thank you" she said, not letting go.

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He has no idea how much time has passed. Things like that are hard to keep track of here. Here, without weeks, months or days. Without any calendars. Not that it matters of course, because however much it was, it was not enough. No, it was not enough for this, not enough time passed for him to reach into the cupboards and pull out two mugs. Two, exact same ones, as the broken ones in the bag in the corner.

And, just then he notices, the bag is gone. He patiently waits for the kettle to boil, and as he does so he reaches over for the tea, his hands land on a plain box, labeled chamomile. And as if he is coming clean about the things he felt under every other pretense and lie, and he might as well be coming clean about them, he puts the chamomile tea into the mugs, those same mugs, and he pours the boiling water over the tea.

His hands go to his face and he holds them there for a moment, maybe two, maybe even more. All he knows is by the time he puts his hands down, his tea isn't hot anymore and the light shining through the window is dim and rosey. The man reaches out, drawing the curtains closed and heads to his seat in the darkness. He drops in, and stares into the shattered TV in front of him.

"At least that." He thinks as he leans back into the chair. "At least that." He thinks, noticing not the book on the table, or the way his free hand trailed to his neck, fidgeting with the ring that was there.

"At least that." He thinks, and chuckles, a low, rumbling sound at the bottom of his chest, and he doesn't chuckle because he finds something funny, he chuckles and he doesn't know why, but maybe it's all he can do to stop it from turning into tears. So he chuckles.

The older man, carefully finishes his tea, impatient to get to bed, and he stands up, rushing to the room he sleeps in these days. It is cold. He glances at the mirror, with cracks running down it. He needs to shave. And he gets into bed, underneath the cold, heartless sheets, and he doesn't care.

"It won't be this cold, not when he arrives."

(I hate this one so much but oh well the show must go on)

Oh my god!! How did I miss the rage metaphor in the mugs? They were smashed because of Peter’s rage so of course now they’re gone, he’s no longer angry- although I feel as though he almost wants to be.

Peter is always characterized as being fond of routines and I’m glad to see thats true for this fic as well! Just the idea that he falls into routines as an excuse to get close/used to someone while still having plausible deniability is so beloved to me <333 (and rather in character if his gambling is to be believed.)

(I remember thinking the mugs were symbolic of elias earlier on, if so that “two mugs maybe even more” really reminds me of his bodies again. How lonely it must be to have been known for so long in your life time yet only have known your lover for a fraction of theirs.)

AUGHHHHHHHHH- ohhh this is so good!! The repetition!!! Why the “at least that”? If I was a guessing man, I’d say that without calendars Peter has been a little bit… bad at keeping track of days and feeling like he’s actually existing instead of just inhabiting a world he can’t interact with. The tv reminds him that he can, but it is also something he probably regrets as he now has no distractions- and maybe the reminder that he needs to be distracted in the first place, that he really and truly does miss elias is what hits him at that moment? I’m not too sure, it’s a wonderfully well written scene though!! Again the melancholy vibes rolls off this fic in WAVES!!

And, I like how this fic isn’t so much about peter grieving elias-well it is, but it’s more like him fighting off his own grief. He’s not angry at Elias, I don’t think so at least, I think he always knew it would happen the way it did and being sacrificed for someone else is so… lonely. But, he’s angry at himself for not being able to keep being detatched. He can’t accept that he misses elias. And he is trying so hard to not be effected.

He’s failing but y’know <333

Oh! And in the last line, Peter admits to missing Elias. But, in doing so, he also stops himself from examining his grief, stops himself from allowing him to grieve. Because wanting to share a bed with elias can be written off, he’s written it off for decades now at least. But really and truly mourning his loss- it’s a step too far. A connection to strong for peter to acknowledge. And so he chuckles, and he doesn’t care, and he pretends not to notice how all the cracks in his house are because of his overwhelming longing-

No. He’s fine. And Elias will come back- and he’s not sentimental. He just- likes. a. good. routine.

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first-and-last-neocount · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 15

Okay, tomorrow I promise I’ll catch up on my AO3 uploads. :’) What can I say, I indulged myself and spent the day playing Legend of Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon for the 500th time instead. XD

Here we have a piece of the Escape!AU that actually fits into the series proper, between “One To Push The Bones About” and “And I’ll Give You the World, And My Heart”. Narilka has started the long and painful process of piecing her life back together, but a particular day makes things considerably harder. Jessa comes to the rescue again, a little more symbolically than in the past. Another little short-and-relatively-sweet breather before we rejoin Jen’s absolute horrorshow of an experience tomorrow, lol.

Day 15 - Theme Chosen: Breathing Through the Pain

Anniversary.

The root word, drawn from a Terran language now all but lost to history, was anniversarius, and it meant returning yearly. It implied continuation, rebirth, security. A sense of certainty that a thing had come before, and it would come again, reliable and steady even while time swept along its course.

Yet, this anniversary marked a union that hadn’t even lasted that year.

Narilka turned her wedding ring over in her fingers, watching the princess-cut diamond flash in the warm sunlight. She had taken it off the day that Andrys left Jaggonath, and had never put it back on, leaving it for a time on her bedside table; when the horrific confirmation of her husband’s death had arrived, she had put it away, tucked inside a jewellery box in the bedroom closet. She had done her best not to think about it, as she dealt with the death notices and the funeral and the legal paperwork that came with being a young noble’s widow, but today she couldn’t help herself.

It was a beautiful day, the sultry breeze carrying traces of birdsong and the bustle of a thriving city through the open windows, but there was still a chill in Narilka’s heart. Gresham had insisted that she take the day off from the shop, and that had left her here - sitting on the edge of her bed, staring down at her wedding ring, and wondering if she was finally ready to let it go.

The winter had felt endless. First it was the anguish of not knowing what had become of Andrys, wondering every day if he had finally lost his battle against the Hunter, or if he was still chasing shadows, or if he had accomplished his goal after all and just decided not to come back - and then finding a dark-haired man on her doorstep one day, fairly radiating the kind of icy power that she would forever associate with the Hunter, holding a box under his arm. A gift of closure, he had said, before vanishing into thin air… and when Narilka had opened the box, she had found what she had somehow already known she would. A different kind of anguish had come then, as Narilka found herself swept up in the rituals of loss, forced to display her grief for every well-wisher that came to shower her in sympathy - even as her heart twinged with guilt for how little grief she truly felt. She hadn’t wanted Andrys dead, not by any means, but she had known that it was the only possible outcome of his madness. Had already done the bulk of her grieving, those first weeks after his abrupt departure, and was now trapped in that numb limbo between sorrow and acceptance. In that state, the colder months had crept by, grinding and miserable.

The only sources of warmth were Jessa and Gresham. Narilka’s boss had belief his gruff exterior many times, stepping up more than once to deal with press and lawyers alike, forcing them to back off whenever he could tell Narilka needed space to breathe - on one memorable occasion, bodily throwing a particularly intrusive reporter out of the shop, after the man had asked outright if Andrys had been unfaithful before his untimely death. He had refused any kind of gratitude for his intervention, grumbling that some people simply needed to be taught a lesson, but Narilka had at least pressed an extra-large batch of his favourite sugar cookies on him in lieu of the thanks he wouldn’t verbally accept.

Jessa…

Narilka didn’t know where she would be without the Ranger.

She had been there every step of the way, offering Narilka whatever support she could. If it was a warm dinner at the Ranger’s house after an exhausting day, or a steadying presence at Narilka’s side while she dealt with yet another batch of paperwork, or just an attentive ear while Narilka ranted about the insane complexities of inheritance that had grown up over the centuries around the aristocracy - no matter the challenge, Jessa had been there to face it with her every moment that the Ranger’s job allowed, reminding Narilka that this wasn’t forever. No matter how endless the winter seemed, spring was coming, and all Narilka had to do was keep pushing ahead. Keep breathing through the pain, until the wound was finally healed.

The ring of the doorbell startled Narilka out of her contemplation. Frowning, she set the ring down and stood, making her way to the front door. Checking the peephole let all the tension flow out of her shoulders, and as she opened the door, she was actually smiling a little.

“I thought you were going to be out of town for a few days?”

Jessa grinned back at her, red hair windswept and eyes bright.

“Swapped jobs with one of my friends, he’s taking the assignment out east and I just have to deal with a warg issue down by the merchant district,” the Ranger said cheerfully. “It’s a beautiful day out, I thought if you didn’t have anything pressing we might ride out of town a little ways and enjoy the fresh air.” She hefted the large wicker basket in her right hand. “I have picnic supplies, too.”

Already picking up her keys and pulling on her riding boots, Narilka still couldn’t help but make a teasing comment.

“You know, at some point, you’re going to have to stop sweeping me off my feet and dramatically carrying me away from all my problems.”

“Nonsense,” Jessa replied, her warm brown eyes sparkling. “You think I went into being a Ranger for the pleasure of having demon guts all over me on a semi-regular basis? I signed up to be a knight in shining armour, and rescuing fair maidens is one of the only job perks, so I’m afraid you’ll just have to get used to it.”

Narilka laughed, and tried to ignore the flush creeping across her cheeks.

You know, I think I just might be able to.

#whumptober2022 #no.15 #Breathing Through The Pain #coldfire trilogy #fic #narilka lessing #jessa thorson #the neocount writes

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kanra-nakura · 1 year

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[Fiction] From Caged Marines to Whitebeard Pirates - Chapter 4

~An hour before Sunrise~

"…san~ …. up….die-san~ ….wake up…. Birdie-san~" Marco stirred; his eyebrows furrowed at the noise that was followed with a giggle. "Birdie-san, wake up~"

'So annoying, yoi.' He thought, releasing an annoyed croon.

"Shishishi! You really need to wake up now, Birdie-san~" Marco frowned before opening his eyes slowly when the noise was accompanied by gentle touch in his head.

'Wha…?' He thought as he tried to register the black blurry image in front of him.

"Finally awake, Birdie-san?" Luffy giggled, seeing the bird opening its eyes slightly. She was seated at a chair that was placed in front of a small round table, which is placed in front of a window, and the box that she used to place the rescued bird was placed on top of it, with the flaps open. Luffy waited, giggling, as Birdie-san slowly lifted his head above the flap and looked at her, then at the room dazedly. After a while, his gaze went back to her, blinking slowly. "Birdie-san needs to wake up properly." She whispered as she lifted the bird from the box and put him in her lap.

Marco blinked as he tried to gather his thoughts, from what happened last night up to how he ended in the lap of the marine. He felt the marine pat his head again, and then one hand patted his chest, more specifically at where his mark is located.

'No!' He thought, immediately pecking the hand, albeit softly, not wanting for the Marine to mess his feathers that he had arranged to cover his Oyaji's symbol and then saw it. 'Not now, when I have the chance to be free, yoi!' He continued pecking at the hand. He was so focused on removing the hand that he didn't notice the reaction of the Marine, it took a while but then the First Division Commander had realized that his savior's hand isn't moving anymore nor twitching in pain. Marco paused, his beak still poke on the Marine's hand, and look up from the corner of his eyes, which widen a bit when he saw the female marine merely smiling at him in understanding.

"I notice something on your chest you know when I was watching you," Luffy stated. "And I also notice how you took care of hiding that thing, so don't worry about me messing it. Unless you want to, I won't move the feathers away, and I will pretend that I didn't even see it. Additionally, I will help you hide it until my doctors will allow you to leave our base." She finished, not even bothering to remove her hand away.

'Are you serious, yoi?' Marco thought to himself, before moving away from her hand to twist his neck to look at him. He then released a soft confused croon, making her giggled. 'What kind of marine are you?'

"We're leaving this place today," Luffy stated, as she continued to pat the bird's chest arranging the feathers and hiding that purple thing she noticed as promised. Though she had an inkling feeling on what it is and who this bird is, the chances of her handing him over to the marines are zero, even if it was a direct order. Besides, Birdie-san is not a bad guy and (should she be correct of course) he's protecting them. "So, we might be able to remove the seastones nails from your body three or five days from now, depends on the sea and wind." She stated as her hand, that was patting the avian's head earlier before the pecking attack, went to the area where the nail is, flinching together with the Phoenix when she touched the seastone nails that are surrounded with a slight tender skin.

"I could remove the nails, but I rather have someone with experience to remove it for you so that we can avoid any complications," Luffy added, finally removing her hands from the bird and laid one on the window sill beside her as she turned to look outside, while the other hang limply at the side. "Add with the fact that you're surrounded with seastones before… it might take you a while to leave our base. But I think staying with us is better than this place, nee~ Birdie-san?" She smiled, turning her face at her companion, tilting her head to the side.

'Yeah… I prefer marines, as long as they don't imprison me in Impel Down, rather than the Tenryuubito, yoi.' Marco thought, blinking and trying to imbed the smiling face of his savior, surrounded in darkness with only a few torch lights to brighten the place, in his mind. 'I also prefer to know how will you get me out of this place or how you're even here.' Marco narrowed his eyes trying to tell the marine what he wants via facial expression. Said Marine hummed as she took in his face.

"Shishishi." Luffy laughed quietly and then patted Marco's head again. "Be patient, Birdie-san. We can't rush escaping from this place nor can we rush on removing the seastones."

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lily-drake · 3 years

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Gifts

Any holiday or day where gifts were given was taken with utmost seriousness in the Wayne household. Or in other words, it was a competition to one up each other’s gifts. It all started when Jason came to the house and Dick had come back to visit for the holidays. Marinette hadn’t really understood what was happening when she happily opened Dick’s present, which was a new knitting kit with so many different materials. She ran over to him and hugged him tightly as Alfred took photos. Dick had glanced over at Jason and smirked at him, but Jay-Jay only rolled his eyes with his arms crossed. She still hadn’t opened his after all, and he was around her more now than Dick was, which meant he had a higher advantage of knowing her new interests and endeavors. So he watched as she pulled out a thick book of fashion design and her own embroidery set. Her eyes practically glowed as stared at the set. Jason hadn’t even seen her move because next thing he knew strong arms were wrapped around him. The 7-year-old had definitely been taught by Dick on how to hug people.

Bruce gazed lovingly at his children, but he knew about their competition, and he would not be outdone by his sons.

“Daddy, Daddy, look what Birdy and Jay-Jay gave me! They’re so nice! Feel the material Birdy got me, I can make so many things now!”

“That sounds amazing, Bluebell.”

Marinette smiled brightly as she showed Bruce the gifts that she got.

“Do you want to see what I got you?”

He asked amusedly. Marinette began to hop on her toes in excitement, because daddy’s always had the best gifts!

“Yes please!”

Bruce smiled and pointed out a small, thin, rectangular box under the tree. She leaped over to it and when she opened it her mouth dropped open and she squealed.

“You got me tickets to Sophie Theallet’s fashion show?!”

She was jumping with joy as she stared at the five tickets in her hand. Bruce looked over at and smirked at the boys. He won, again. They groaned and sulked in annoyance. Why did he always win?

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Marinette was 9 when she finally figured out what her family was doing, and she knew that she would be the one to give the absolute best gifts to her family! Her family deserved something super special, so she went to work. Her Birdy was part of the circus and they had a lot of equipment he often used. But what could she do that would be super special and make her win the competition? Then it hit her, she knew exactly what she would do! She would need to ask Alfred for help, but it would be worth it!

Next was Jay-Jay. She didn’t know much about his past as he always told her that she had to wait till she was older, but she knew about him now. Jay-Jay loved to read and would often read to her, he really liked hoodies and comfy things, and he liked to bake with Alfred and her. So maybe…….yea! She would do that, it shouldn’t be that hard to do.

Daddy always got her such nice gifts, how could she ever beat him? There had to be something she could do to outdo him. He was Batman, he worked with the Justice League, he loved all of them, and sometimes if he finished his work early would watch movies with them! But he was always so good and knew exactly what to get. She would try though, she had an idea and she hoped it would work.

Alfred, he deserved the best gift because of everything he did for them! She already knew the perfect gift for her grandpa Alffie!

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Christmas arrived and she stared out the window as the snowflakes fell onto the covered yard. Maybe they could go sledding today, that would be so much fun! She was so transfixed in the snow, and thinking of how pretty a dress would be with the same color and different designs, that she hadn’t noticed her brothers sneaking up on her. A squeal left her lips as she was lifted into the air and twirled around wrapped in the warm embrace of her Birdy. She giggled as he spun and squeaked as she was gently thrown into the air, only to land on the couch.

“Good morning Blueberry.”

Dick chirped happily. She giggled again and leaned into Jay-Jay’s hand as he ruffled her hair.

“Morning Pixie-pop. Sleep well?”

“Morning Birdy and Jay-Jay. I slept great, thank you. Did either of you?”

Jason shrugged with a small smirk,

“I slept fine, though I wouldn’t have minded sleeping a little longer. You missed Dick’s hallway caroling this morning.”

“I sounded amazing, thank you very much. And I was too excited to fully sleep. I’m going to win this year.”

Dick said pridefully.

“No way, I’m totally going to beat you.”

Jason deffied puffing out his chest slightly. Marinette giggled and called out,

“No, I’m going to beat all of you! I will be the champion gift giver this year.”

They looked at her and smirked.

“Only in your dreams Pix.”

“You’ll see,”

She replied, crossing her arms and lifting her nose in the air like she had seen some of the people at the galas do.

“Then you’ll have to agree with me!”

They all gave each other sceptical looks before laughing and continued to talk until daddy came down. When he finally did, the competition commenced. The first person to open presents was her, obviously, as she was the youngest. Dick had given her a really nice and fancy art kit, and she loved it! Jay-Jay had given her tickets and backstage passes to the theater for The Nutcracker, she had been wanting to see it for a while now. Alfred had told her that he would teach her how to make a super secret recipe, and she would be able to help him with dinner today too! Daddy, he was too clever, too cunning. He had given her a pet hamster, and it was beautiful! She couldn’t beat him now, her gift was nothing compared to-to this! She tries though, and maybe she could win second? Yea, she would be ok with second, if she got this adorable baby creature. She couldn’t even be mad or disappointed, because look at its cute little feet and adorable eyes!

Next was Jay-Jay. The others had given him some really nice things, but she felt that hers was the best! So when he opened it and his eyes shined, she knew she made the right thing! It had taken her hours to find it, and she had to ask Dad if she could get it since she wasn’t allowed to use the card without permission. It was one of the first books of Pride and Prejudice ever published, she even got him a fancy ink and quill set so he could better embrace his Harry Potter nerdom.

“This is amazing, thank you Pixie, I guess I do owe you an apology, this is amazing.”

She smiled up at him while gently petting the top of her new hamster's head as it laid on her lap.

“Told you!”

For Dick she had knitted him a collection of stuffed animals that he talked about from the circus. Alfred had helped her find the material and helped her when she made a mistake or needed help on a particularly tricky part. She thought she saw Dick’s eyes water for a second. The next thing she knew she was being tightly hugged, but he left enough room to not squish her furry child.

“Thank you Blueberry, it’s amazing.”

“Of course it is, I made them!”

He chuckled as he pulled away and ruffled her already messed up hair.

She had made Daddy a picture book and had decorated it with black and yellow glitter, bats, and different birds. Throughout the book were all of the pictures that she was able to get her hands on dated and labeled in order from oldest photo to most recent. He had a soft smile as he looked through the book and when he finally looked back up to his slightly nervous daughter he pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.

“I think you won this year.”

“Nuh ah! You gave me a hamster! There’s no way I could have won!”

“Well, I think all the others would agree that you thought of and made some very amazing gifts.”

She turned to look at the others as they gave gentle nods and thumbs up. Her cheeks felt really warm and she smiled at them all.

“Thank you. Now Grandpa Alffie needs to open his presents!”

Alfred smiled at the small child and opened the gifts he had received from the others. Marinette had made and embroidered a new handkerchief for him. He seemed to like it as he immediately placed it in his pocket. She was the victor of this year's Christmas gift exchange, but she still felt that Daddy beat her.

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As years passed and her family grew so did the competition. Sadly, it would be harder to her her family their most desired gifts as she had decided to study abroad in Paris that year, but she would be da*ed if she didn’t try her hardest. She had gotten better with her skills for making things over the years, and so much had happened. Jason had died and come back, that was the hardest time of her life. They had new people adopted into the family, and she even had a little brother! She was going to meet him this year when she went to visit for the winter break. She would have the glasses with her at all times in case there was an attack so she could quickly come back here and take care of it.

When she arrived at the Gotham Airport and saw her large family standing and holding a sign as they looked for her she ran up to them as quickly as she could.

“Pixie!”

Jason called out, catching the small girl and twirling her around. She laughed and when she was put down created the rest of her family just as happily. When she finally came face to face with her little brother she held out her hand. Her family said he was more formal and was very against physical touch that he did not agree to or initiate. He eyed her hand suspiciously before shaking it and giving her a nod.

“Damian Al Ghul-Wayne.”

“Marinette Wayne. It’s nice to finally meet you Damian.”

They both let go after a firm shake. She already had a gift for him, and Kagami helped her find the perfect one. It was a nice blade, the blade was completely black, but had a red tint to it and red gains that delicately ran through it. The hilt was of fine golden metal and a strong leather grip. She had made the sheath for the blade. With strong leather and an inner layer of Kevlar so the sword would be protected. She had carved in Arabic symbols to spell out “Son of Bat” and had sewn a few almost unnoticeable small robins along the bottom and top of the inky black material.

For Tim, she had gotten him the best coffee beans in all of Paris and she had made him new lounge clothes that identified with his hero persona of Red Robin that had many hidden pockets and two large to-go coffee cups, one on each sleeve.

For Jason she had made him a new leather Jacket with book quotes embroidered all over the inside of the inner material. There were lots of different pockets, and a few tailor made to fit his guns. She had put a few Jagged Stone concert tickets in one of the pockets too.

For Stephanie, she had made purple silk pajamas that had waffles all over it. She had even made sure that there was a hood connected to the pj shirt.

For Cass, just like Jason had done for her, gotten tickets for The Nutcracker. She had also gotten her ballerina shoes, the best one and most highly recommended ones from the Paris Ballet.

For Dick she had made him an elephant onesie. Why you may ask, well because for her birthday he had given her a mouse one. So was it spite for being called short, or was it her trying to match, nobody needs to know.

She had made Alfred a new apron with the words “Don’t try anything, I already know.” Neatly sewed in cursive into it.

She had gotten Babs a new eskrima stick infused with a bit of her luck in it so no one would underestimate her in battle as she would always have luck on her side giving her the upper hand. She may be disabled, but that doesn’t stop her from kicking butt.

Finally, her gift for her dad. This one was hard, because she wasn’t around to know what had caught his eye this year, and her siblings refused to tell her. It was fine though, because she would figure it out. And she did, or at least she had tried. She ended up making him a bee suit jacket with everybody’s names sewed into the inner lining, multiple pockets for convenience, and black bats that would only be shown in the right lighting. She would win this year, she would! Sadly, Dick had won last year, but she would regain her crown again this year! She would be the best gift giver of her whole family!!!

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luna-the-moth · 3 years

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Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving S/O (SFW)

I accidentally deleted the ask, but here’s what was requested: @hey-its-spades : Hello! For Levi, Lucifer, and Satan if you dont mind uwu . Mc has a knack for plants and has taken it upon themselves to put plants everywhere. ( hanging from ceilings,crawling ivy on outside walls,in the kitchen, library, even luci's study.) All the rooms look a liytle greener and None of them say anything but the student body is saying that it makes the old place look alive and home-y. It makes mc really happy.

Oh I adore this ask! SFW, with a GN! reader. I’m assuming by student body you mean the HoL residents? Since almost nobody outside the household residents visit there. I got really carried away with Levi and the Lucifer angst as well-

My vampire poll for the OM characters

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Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving Reader (SFW)

Prologue/basics for all of them:

Ever since you came to the HoL, you decided that it was too....lifeless.

Sure, there were bright candles lighting the halls, but the house was devoid of any life, besides the brothers and Henry.

So you took it upon yourself to decorate, of course!

While many human world plants didn’t fare well in the Devildom due to the poor soil quality, Lord Diavolo had agreed to bring you enchanted soil, guaranteed to grow any plant.

Regardless of temperature or sunlight needs, whatever plant grew in that soil would flourish to its upmost potential.

Asmo had a great deal of amusement with you decorating, advising you on what colors would fit specific areas of the household, and what species of flowers would bring beautiful symbolism as well.

In the house’s entryway, you left a pair of Strelitzia nicolai (giant bird of paradise) plants, as they added a subtle flair.

With long, stemmed leaves, it contributed a touch of elegance and flair.

On the a few windowsills, you had placed Begonia rex-coltorum (Rex begonias), their dark, vivid, colors standing out.

You had planted crawling ivy on the outside walls, making the house seem more inviting.

Lucifer:

Lucifer hadn’t minded your redecoration, as it had matched well with the house’s aesthetic, adding to the beauty.

In fact, he had quite enjoyed seeing you pore over catalogues and books, deciding which one would fit the space best.

Over the next few weeks, he watched as the House of Lamentation became brighter, more colorful.

It was a nice change, he thought.

However, he was surprised when he had woken up in his study, rose bushes in the corners of his study.

Deep, red roses greeted him as he surveyed his study with a pleased smile.

It was no secret Lucifer adored roses, and he was appalled when he had first arrived in the Devildom, as the soil quality was so poor, it could hardly grow anything.

Which meant he couldn’t grow roses, one of his favorite flowers.

The fact that you had thought about him, and wanted to gift him such a beautiful display, greatly moved the stoic demon.

Making his way to one of the bushes, he took off his gloves and knelt down on one knee.

The soft, sweet fragrance immersed his senses, filling him with memories of laughter, smiles, serenity, and Lilith.

Roses were her favorite flower.

As the memories flooded his mind, Lucifer suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of longing, and his vision became blurred.

He remembered the way Lilith used to brighten up when helping him with his garden, an eager grin ever-present on her face.

The way she would make him a colorful bouquet of roses whenever Michael had given him more stressful tasks than usual.

He quickly wiped a stray tear that had fallen from one of his eyes, and calmed himself.

Taking one of the velvety flowers in his hand, Lucifer gently brought his lips to the flower head, leaving a soft kiss, almost as if it was Lilith’s forehead.

The next time you went over to his study for some tea, he brought you into his arms, bringing you close to him.

Kissing your cheek, he lets a small smile break through his usually-serious facade.

“Thank you for the roses, my love. They compliment my study’s aesthetic nicely.”

Placing a small kiss on your neck, he smirked.

“Perhaps I can thank you with a date tonight?”

Leviathan:

Levi actively enjoyed watching you redecorate the HoL.

It was like one of his favorite games, The Grims! (Yes that was a terrible pun for The Sims.)

He had listened with interest as you went off on the best plants that would fit his aesthetic, and would match well with water.

What caught his attention, was when you brought up the topic of bio luminescent plants.

Of course, they weren’t naturally grown in the human world, but scientists had recently found a way to genetically modify tobacco plants.

In doing so, they had spliced the genes with four fungus genes related to bio luminescence, then carefully cultivated them.

From a seedling to maturity, the plants presented a small glow, visible to the naked eye.

The gene modification had no harmful effects on the plants, and the only difference between the lab-modified plants and wild plants, were height.

The entire time you had explained the plant’s origins passionately, Levi sat in awe, watching as you had gestured your hands in an excited fashion.

So this is what you meant when you had said you enjoyed him being so passionate about an anime or game.

At first, Levi had thought you were merely exaggerating to cheer him up, but as he looks at you now, eyes shining with delight, he understood.

You decided that since you were decorating the HoL, you would decorate Levi’s room as well.

You didn’t have access to the bio-luminescent plants, but you decorated his rooms to the nines nonetheless.

So, you had pooled together your money and resources, to create a mini lily pond for him!

You had miraculously gotten him out of the house, for a cosplay con, in which you had ‘accidentally’ forgotten to buy yourself a ticket.

Which we all know is a lie, you had just not bought one for yourself in order to stay at home, assembling the pond with Solomon’s help.

It was small, enough to fit around 6-7 lily pads/lotuses.

You had carefully grown the lily pads in your room, watching as they eventually bloomed into light, almost ethereal flowers.

By the time Levi came home, you had just finished cleaning up, getting the mud washed from your hands and arms.

Upon seeing the lily pond, Levi’s eyes were wide with amazement and shock.

You created and did this, for him?

Absolutely sets down his handfuls of merch, (gently, mind you) and silently steps over to you.

He does his best to hug you like in anime, wanting you to know how much he appreciates this.

Yes, it may be awkward, but it warms your heart knowing that he stepped out of his comfort zone, just to thank you.

He’s too embarrassed to say it while looking at you, but you can hear his voice as he rests his head against yours.

As he pulls away, a blush is evident on his face, his head turned to the side as he awkwardly places his hand against the back of his neck.

“T-thank you, Y/n. It’s a b-beautiful lily pond.”

Satan:

He fully supported your botanical excursion

After all, he’s always had an affinity for plants.

Whether it be for potions, poisons, or mere decor, Satan had a green thumb, through and through.

If his room weren’t full of books, scriptures, and all sorts of literature, he’d fill it with various plants.

So when you had announced that you were going to re-decorate the HoL with various flora, he was buzzing with excitement.

He gathered every human botanical book he knew of, and started leaving them for you on your desk.

Within a week, you had stacks upon stacks of books, knowledge ready at your disposal.

And so you began to research.

Satan was considerate to leave footnotes in a few of them, like what type would pair well with what color schemes, etc.

You smiled while reading through them, seeing Satan’s elegant handwritten flow across the pages.

Within a few weeks, you had skimmed through the books, thoroughly reading a handful of them.

After ordering the plants you wanted on Azukon, (courtesy of Lord Diavolo’s credit card-) you were eagerly anticipating their arrival.

Especially because a few ‘special items’ were in the package.

After all, you wanted to thank Satan properly for his help.

When the various flora arrived, you had carefully cultivated each of them, encouraging their growth.

Satan had assisted you, monitoring their progress, and making sure none of his brothers ruined them.

The following weekend, Satan had a student council meeting planned, as did the rest of the brothers.

Which left you with the perfect opportunity to set up Satan’s gifts.

In his room, you had placed Senecio rowleyanus (string of pearls) plants, their bright green globes spilling over the bookshelves.

Along with that, were lavender candles, with dried lavender crushed inside.

After all, Satan had always (usually) been the most level-headed out of his brothers, despite his title.

He’s much more than the avatar of wrath, and has gone through painstaking time and trials to overcome that.

That’s why you had picked lavender, which without a doubt, would be noticed by Satan.

When he had come back from the meeting, he was already in a pissy mood, as things didn’t go as planned, ending in an argument between the brothers.

However, when he stepped into his room, seeing lavender candles lit, and garlands of plants over the bookshelves, he immediately broke out in a smile.

A real, genuine smile.

Seeing you sitting on his bed, lavender candles lit, plant garlands stringing down from the bookshelves, it was almost like one of the romance novels he had read...

Quickly, he scooped you up in his arms, spinning you until you were laughing for him to stop.

Finally setting you down to gently kabeddon you, he playfully kisses the corner of your lips.

“Thank you my love, these are absolutely beautiful. I shall preserve these for all eternity.”

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binxyu · 3 years

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Desire. The word of many meanings. Lust? Money? People desire what they can not have. You? You desired power. The power to hurt those who had wronged you. San? He desired to have you and if offering you your desire would get him that then he was going to give it.

>>Pairing: Choi San (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | demon!san x power hungry!reader

>>Word Count: 3.6k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Demonic themes, yandere themes, bondage, branding, biting, blood play, choking, cockwarming, corruption, creampie, degrading, fingering, marking, murder (graphic), oral (receiving), overstimulation, size kink, slapping, and spitting/saliva

“Do it”.

The voice rang in your head as it always did. It was similar to a little devil on your shoulder. Someone telling you to do the worst you could do.

“Come on, sweetheart. You know you want to”.

You closed your eyes, the gun shaking in your grip. You had nothing against this person but the voice in your head knew how much you enjoyed the thrill.

The thrill of pulling the trigger.

The thrill of having the power to do so and end someone else’s life.

“We had a deal, baby. Each kill I help you with in your favor will result in one kill for me. Kill him”.

Your finger felt controlled, a silent pull to just come forward a little. Just enough to send a bullet into the man’s chest.

He looked at you with such pleading eyes, coated in the finest ocean blue that could have any other woman in his hands.

Not you.

You were in love with the voice in your head.

A voice you couldn’t explain. A voice that offered you power in exchange for completing their dirty work.

Finally, you let yourself fall to the desire and pulled the trigger, a bullet flying into the man’s heart.

“Good girl”.

It was a raspy voice, one full of authority and mischief. You knew the voice better than you knew your own family’s.

A wave of relief overcame you when the voice went quiet. You looked at the man in front of you and wondered what he could have done to have been so worthy of death.

The gun was placed back into your pocket once the safety was on and you simply walked out of the place. You couldn’t dwell on what you had done. It was all worth it in the end.

Miraculously, the deal between yourself and the voice was true and, as you killed upon their request, you gained more power. More reputation and strength.

There was odd downsides to this deal, however. Like the dreams that occurred every night.

Dreams about the same man that left you wanting so much more when you woke up.

“Oh, it’s you again”, your voice seemed to echo in your own bedroom as you looked at the familiar... creature.

“Who else would be here?”, there it was. The same voice that appeared in your head throughout the day.

You felt witless. He was right. No other thing or person visited the realm of your dreams as often as he did.

“You did well today”, was all he muttered when you remained silent. All you could do was stare at him as he walked closer.

His wings were a masterpiece on their own, a marvelous display of black. It was a beautiful way of showing he was rather symbolic of darkness.

His eyes glowed a blood red as they looked into your’s, his pupils blown out due to his hunger. You winced as his fingers gripped your jaw, tilting your face to examine you as if he was deciding if you were worthy of another night with him.

“You still won’t tell me what or who you are”, the creature chuckled, a sound so unfitting for him.

“You’ll find out soon”, and he was gone.

Another unspoken rule of the deal between you and the creature was isolation. You were not permitted to speak to others.

That much was clear when one of your co-workers was found drained of blood, a horrific sight to anyone but you. You had seen it before and that’s when you realized you were literally in a deal with a devil.

So, you avoided others in hopes that the little devil on your shoulder would keep quiet. No one would get hurt that way.

You were wrong. Horribly wrong.

You hadn’t realized but people slowly disappeared when they were around you. Just because the little devil wanted you all to himself.

“Y/n, come here. I need your help”, your boss ordered you and you felt an itch within you. An itch and desire for that control you were used to.

Reluctantly, you walked over and picked up the heavy box.

What is this guy moving? Rocks?

“Where to?”, your soft voice asked politely, sucking up to the man that could potentially give you more wealth than you could imagine.

“My office obviously”, his tone was cold as it always was and you nibbled your bottom lip in annoyance. You turned around, about to make your way out of the meeting room and to his office when you heard his screams.

Your head whirled around to see him on the floor, his finger pointing in sheer horror at something across the room. The door slammed behind you and your eyes finally found what he was screaming about.

“Hello baby”, there he was in all his unholy glory. The same man inside your head and your dreams.

“I figured I’d take care of your little problem here”, you shook your head, either from shock, fear, or denial. You couldn’t tell which.

“N-no you don’t have to”, the creature laughed at that and with a wave of his hand, the boss’s throat was slit. He quickly bled out and his body fell in a heap on the floor.

“I didn’t ask”, his smile was insincere, a warning to watch your mouth. You noticed it and shut up, noticing how his wings were not as perfect as they had been previously in your dreams.

The bone seeming to hold them together to his back was unnaturally bent, looking horrendous and painful. The feathers surrounding those areas were anything but perfect. Yet, he seemed effortlessly attractive.

“What do you want?”, your voice came out small and weak, a contrast to the usual powerful voice that came from your body. It was obvious the creature could take away your power just as he had given it to you.

“Surely you remember why I’m even here to begin with, little one”, the nickname shocked you as the memory resurfaced once again.

The shovel was cold in your grip, causing a bone chilling spark to run down your spine as you covered up the box. It was the standard recipe.

The bones of a dead black cat, a photograph of yourself, and graveyard dirt. All compacted in the small box now buried deep in the center of the crossroads.

You were younger at the time by a few years, a little more gullible. A little more desperate.

As the blood moon rose, you could feel the presence of someone else in the area. Well, more like something else.

The red light shun on him gracefully as he sat on the hood of your car, not caring how dinted it could become. Your eyes trailed down his body, engulfing any feature you could take in to remember him by.

At the time, his hair was a light brown and his eyes were not that blood red you had grown used to. They were a warm brown. They were so welcoming.

“Are you the devil?”, you wanted to keep your distance from him, but it felt like an invisible string was pulling you right to him. Your body soon stood in front of his own, barely away from being considered between his legs.

“No, little one. Just something awfully close. Now, what are you selling your soul for?”, the demon expected many things. Things he had heard so many times before. Money, love, saving, etc.

What he didn’t expect you to say was that you needed a way to get revenge on the murderer of your mother.

“What? You don’t strike me as the revenge type”, his infamous chuckle came after the words and you huffed. You hated being considered too weak or kind. People already played around with you for that reason.

“Are you going to help me or not?”, your hand found solace on your hip as you waited for his response. He hummed as if in deep thought before tilting his head in a teasing manner.

“Depends. What do I get in return?”, you noticed how his gaze had lingered on your hand, watching how it softly kneaded the flesh there.

“Keep our options open? You can have my soul or whatever you want whenever you want. I just want that man in the ground by the end of the week”, he didn’t expect the hint of sass in your tone but he loved it.

“I’ll need to put that in writing darling, but you have a deal”.

“Why did I not remember you before?”, you were sure you had never had that memory before now. The demon only smirked before walking towards you, his hands holding your waist. He rubbed them up and down as if he was memorizing every curve.

“I couldn’t have you running off. Besides, it was so precious to watch you think you had killed that man. You seemed so... proud”, he bit his lip, admiring you.

“It’s been you, hasn’t it? The voice?”, the demon nodded and took your jaw in his hold, tilting it every which way as if he was deciding to auction you or not.

“Yes. Your power comes from me and I think I’ve finally decided what I’ll be requesting for your end of the deal”, a thick lump formed in your throat, hoping that this wasn’t going to be your last day on Earth.

“You have been doing my dirty work for years now. No one is more fit to be my prophet than you. I want you to be mine. My little prophet”, your eyebrows furrowed as his words processed in your head.

“Prophet? For what?”, you had to sit down, walking over the body on the floor still and sitting on the desk.

“To be the next crossroad demon. Imagine it, baby. All the power you have now will be tripled, you’ll be immortal, and we’ll be together forever. I can tell you desire nothing more than power”, you found yourself nodding before you could even register any consequences. He had you at the power being tripled.

“How insatiable”, the demon tapped his fingers against the desk as he hovered over you, “if I didn’t know better than I’d consider you a deadly sin. I think you’re more greedy than actual greed is” before you could argue his lips were pressed against your own in a feverous manner. It filled your body with warmth from the tips of your toes to the very top of your head.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him back, feeling how his body got impossibly closer. You moaned into his mouth when you felt his crotch rub against your own.

“Unless you’re even crazier than I thought, let’s do this somewhere there isn’t a dead body”, he laughed once he pulled away, your eyes going to the forgotten body on the floor. Your cheeks went red as the demon picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

His wings wrapped around your body, encasing you in a makeshift shield as black smoke surrounded you both. His wings opened up to reveal your bedroom and you realized something as your back landed on the soft mattress.

“Wait- what’s your name?”, contrary to popular myths, demons had no trouble sharing their names. He had just simply forgotten.

“San”, his lips latched onto your neck, sucking and biting the skin there as if you already belonged to him.

“San”, you repeated, testing the name and a rumble came from the demon’s chest. It was so similar to a growl that you had to look around the room to make sure no animals were there.

“Fuck, say it again”, his hands gripped the thin fabric of your shirt but he waited.

“San. Please”, there was a hint of desperation in your voice and it was something San had never heard from you. It made his eyes go blood red for a moment.

“Are you sure you want this? It will change everything”, you stared into his eyes and, for once, there wasn’t any fear in you. They were warm as they stared back at you, a sure fire way of San telling you he would never betray you.

“I’m sure. Let’s be powerful together”, you nodded and the demon smiled, ripping the fabric of your shirt apart like it was just some dusty old rag. Your hands held onto his suit and then you remembered something.

“Can I see them?”, San stopped to ponder what you meant. That’s when you lowered your hands to the small of his back, your hands gliding over the cuts on his back. That’s when he knew what you wanted.

“I didn’t think humans liked them”, he chuckled as he took off his own shirt, his wings springing out soon after. He kept them tucked towards him to avoid hitting anything on your end tables and all you could do was admire them as you laid there.

“I love them. So beautiful”, your fingers gently stroked them, trailing along the curve of the bone as if to memorize the feeling of them under your touch.

San nodded with a sincere smile, one you had yet to see. It took you off guard but you loved it. San pulled up your skirt and groaned when he saw how wet your panties had become. They were stuck to your folds, showing everything to him.

“You’re so wet, baby”, you whimpered when he trailed his finger up your folds and back down again. He simply pulled the panties to the side and you gasped when you felt his spit coat your opening. He then plunged it into you with his tongue, thrusting it inside of you and swirling his tongue to cut your walls with his saliva.

That’s when he realized you were already clenching around him in absolute sensitivity and pleasure. He looked up at you as he slowly pulled his tongue out, watching how your eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”, you flushed red from the question no matter how simple it sounded. San already knew the answer but he still wanted to hear it from you.

“Yeah, I am”, you sit up a little on your elbows, expecting the demon to stop. However, all he did was smirk and thrust his tongue back inside of you, causing your head to fall back. He swirled his tongue, searching for that certain spot inside of you that even you had never found before.

His fingers pinched and rubbed at your clit as he prepped you, causing your sweet moans to fill the room. The only thing San could think about was how badly he wanted to ruin you.

Eventually, he felt you were ready and he replaced his tongue with his fingers, scissoring you open. Then, he hit it. That special spot deep inside of you with his middle finger.

“Right there! Please”, you had never felt so good and your back arched as San kept hitting that spot with his fingers over and over like clock work.

You clenched around his fingers and he kept his pace steady as you came all over his fingers, coating them with your juices. He had you ride out your high and watched as you shook from the stimulation, barely holding onto his humanity.

He took his fingers out and you whined, feeling so hopelessly empty without them there. San licked one of his fingers, humming from how sweet you tasted. Then, he had another finger in front of your mouth.

You opened your mouth and he put the digit inside, your lips closing around it as you sucked on it to taste yourself. You did taste perfectly sweet.

“Sorry sweetheart, I can’t wait any longer”, you gulped when you saw something inside the demon snap. His hands quickly pulled his belt off and he tied your wrists together with them, attached to the bedpost.

You were too in awe from the sight of his cock to even care about the rough leather rubbing against your skin, his tip red and angry, coated in pre-cum. You wondered how it would even fit.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be just fine”, before you could even wonder what he meant by that, his lips were on your’s as he lined himself up with your pussy. He slowly pushed in and you began to fill the pain until... you didn’t anymore.

It was as if the kiss was enough to blur your nerves and, before you knew it, San was all the way inside of you. The sight of his bulge was prominent in your stomach and, when he pulled away from the kiss, you could feel the tip brush against your cervix.

Your feelings rushed back in and you felt the stretch but it was no longer painful, your cunt used to being stuffed now. As he realized you were fine, San slowly started moving, groaning as your walls hugged his dick. You were so small in comparison to him and it felt perfect. You felt perfect.

Restraint inside of the demon slowly disappeared as he pounded into you, his hips snapping against your’s. His hand wrapped tightly around your throat when you got louder, squeezing it to cut off the air going to your lungs a little. Your eyes rolled back from all the pleasure and stimulation.

“Such a pretty whore. You feel so good”, San chuckled darkly, licking his lips as he looked down at you. Your breasts bounced from the force and he watched them, almost mesmerized by the movement as his tip continuously rammed into your g-spot.

You winced when San slapped you, a red hand imprinted on your skin. The sting only seemed to add to the pleasure and he noticed, deciding to slap your clit just as hard.

“Fuck! San!”, your breathing got caught in your throat as he continued to slap it, hitting the nerve over and over to watch your reaction. You clenched around him again as you began to feel overstimulated, the knot in your stomach releasing all over his cock.

San followed soon after, filling you up so much that you could see the bulge stay in your stomach even when he had pulled out. Your heavy breathing was all you were able to let out as San undid the belt.

You expected for it to be over but the demon simply gripped your hips and spread your legs to straddle his lap. You could feel his hard cock rubbing against your pussy lips and a rush of arousal went to your core again, his cum covering your thighs as it leaked out of you.

“It’s not over baby. I wanted to really look at you when I mark you”, your eyes went a little wide when San moved your hips to grind against his erection.

“Mark? What does that mean?”, San just shushed you and gave you his mischievous smile.

“You’ll see”, you were too needy to even care as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, feeling for the first time how it truly stretched you out. San gripped the back of your head and pressed his forehead against your’s in an attempt to distract you from any pain.

“Ride me and you’ll be all mine”, his words made you roll your hips faster even if you already knew you were putty in his hands. You were already his and have been. He made sure of that.

Soon, you began to get tired and San smiled, gripping your hips to keep you moving. He didn’t seem angry but you could tell his impatience was coming through.

“Useless whore. You can’t even ride a dick properly”, you looked down in embarrassment from his words. It was the only time you enjoyed not having control, when San had it.

The demon took control and thrusted up into you, controlling your movements to meet his own. The new position made your mouth hang open in a silent scream, your body too overwhelmed with pleasure to even let out sounds.

Even without words, San knew you were close with how your nails dug into his shoulders and your little cunt clenched around him. As you both approached your orgasms he nuzzled his face between your neck and shoulder.

You came together and he bit you, causing a scream to erupt from your body. Your body thrashed against him but he held you still as he slowly pulled his teeth out.

The bite slowly healed to reveal a distinct ‘S’ marked into your skin. San smiled and watched as the blood from the wound went down your body and stopped at the curve of your breast.

“Good girl. Finally being put to use”, the demon leaned his face down and licked up the blood from your breast to the mark on your shoulder, sending pleasant shivers up your body.

He was still buried inside of you as he maneuvered you both to lay down, spooning you to keep you warm.

“Now you’re all mine. Remember that. Or this deal may not last”, you could tell the end was meant as a threat. You belonged to San and that was that.

“I’m all your’s”, you nodded and closed your eyes, trying to calm your body.

“That’s right. Forever”.

“Even in-“, you were cut off when he pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

“Even in hell. Then it will be...”, he hummed as he thought.

“Infernal desire”.

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Ending Umbrella Scene Analysis (Mr. Pigeon 72)

I loved this scene so, so much from the new episode, I'm going to be rewatching it on repeat for 5 years 😍

So anyways, I noticed some interesting things about the parallels of the umbrella scenes...thought I'd share...

Marinette got trapped under the umbrella when she was standing alone under it in Stoneheart.

In Mr. Pigeon 72, they are both trapped under the umbrella together and are standing next to each other.

It symbolizes the fact that now both of them hold the umbrella, showing their mutual love for each other, Marinette not being alone in her feelings for Adrien anymore.

“Wow, have you kept it all this time?”

Immediately after, the scene shows us rain and lighting, the same situation in Origins when Marinette first fell in love with Adrien. It’s indicating that she’s fallen in love with him again.

Marinette's love for Adrien was originally depicted in the umbrella scene. He gave her the umbrella. It’s the moment that sparked her love. But it doesn’t end there. He's also given her something else, which she's kept for a long time. It's not just an umbrella. The umbrella is supposed to symbolize love between them. More than a reverse in the love square, it’s a reset.

Adrien's question about keeping the umbrella doesn't just refer to the umbrella. It refers to her feelings.

Marinette has kept the umbrella concealed, the same way she’s kept her feelings concealed. What’s special about this scene? The fact that she didn’t conceal her feelings. She’s been trapped, like an umbrella, but she’s finally opening it up in this scene.

The symbol here is that she’s had the umbrella the entire time.

She’s kept her feelings for Adrien buried inside the entire time, finally taking them out during this scene and falling in love again.

The umbrella served as a symbol of her love for him, and by showing that she kept it, it suggests she never lost it.

Yes, Marinette spent so much time in denial of her feelings. She even tried dating Luka. She tried to forget about Adrien. But she never did let go of Adrien. Marinette still has the umbrella, but she's using it for the first time after falling in love during this scene.

I can't go to describe how well the dialogues are written in this scene.

Although Marinette wanted to return the umbrella, Adrien told her she would need it to get back home.

They're literally speaking through the umbrella's terms here-

Their love is symbolized by the reoccuring situation. Adrien is telling her that it’s too early for him to accept the umbrella. He tells her she needs it to go home. Before he can accept it, Marientte needs to accept her feelings for him and become comfortable with herself. She needs to feel comfortable around Adrien before he can accept his love for her. That’s why they’re both standing under the umbrella this time. Not just Marinette.

When they were both holding the umbrella, Marinette asked him to walk home with her. The way she asks for love is indirect. He was happy that Marinette wanted him to walk alongside her, but looked back and realized there were still too many responsibilities for him too. That it wasn’t time yet.

I think this scene was trying to tell us that it’s too early. It’s not time yet to hold the umbrella together, before walking beside each other, before accepting those feelings. He first needs to get control over his life. They must be prepared to hold the umbrella together, not just as Marinette and Adrien. As a team.

But he can’t accept the umbrella just yet.

Life is not waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain.

I love what Alya said here. The quote essentially suggests that you should enjoy the present moment for what it is, rather than wasting time watching it pass.

Adrien and Marinette falling in love under the umbrella happened all over again, and it’s really not a coincidence. Alya said that she wanted Marinette to understand that she needs to live for the present rather than constantly worrying about being a guardian night and day. No matter how bad the circumstances are, she's still got to take breaks. Marinette found out immediately after that Adrigami had split up. But instead of going to console Adrien, she went to console Kagami because she knew Kagami’s only friend was her. She learned to accept circumstances as they are and immediately decided to go to Kagami. Because that’s what (girl)friends do.

When the storm passes, you can dance in the rain. When you wait for a storm to pass, you will freeze. Life is a struggle, and you will have to deal with daily struggles that are outside of your control. Depending on how you handle your struggles in life, you’ll either build yourself up or break yourself down. In the midst of the storm, you can find peace if you take the right steps.

‘Learning to dance in the rain' refers to the need to prepare for difficult times rather than merely wait for them to pass. This means that, despite all the challenges in life, it is still possible to find happiness. Despite being stuck in the middle of a bad storm, it’s important that Marinette learns to dance in the rain. It’s about how to view things, and how we keep optimism about our future, and recognize that we're heading in the right direction. You won't put your life on hold if you make it a point to enjoy life, even if it means you might have to sacrifice something to let loose once in a while. When the storm passes, you shouldn’t sit down to wait for it to pass since you may forget to get back up and continue your life. That’s what Alya is trying to tell Marinette. You’re going to get tired, and you can pause for a break in the weather, but dancing in the rain helps you get back up and finish what needs to be done.

Whenever there is a storm, Marinette isolates herself from love. Not just Adrien. Any type of affection. Her friends, her family, Luka...That’s what happened in Gang of Secrets. Marinette wants to keep her friendships but she doesn’t want to reveal her secret. It's important to her not to involve her friends in this. They shouldn't be burdened by her. It’s safer if no one finds out. Having a secret, and a struggle to prioritize, and maintaining her relationships causes her to do that to herself and people around her. In spite of the fact that it hurts, she's avoiding relationships entirely because she hopes it will protect those around her. Her time and energy is limited because relationships take a lot of effort and time. As a result, she avoided any type of romance. To the point where she was in clear denial of her feelings.

Now that she has Alya, she can help her. Of course, Alya's support for Marinette cannot be underestimated, but the episode is also a reminder that things aren't close to being ideal. As strong as Alya is, she isn't so strong that she can completely reverse Marinette's fall and reset everything back to normal.

Marinette’s definitely recovering. Nevertheless, the show is doing a lot to demonstrate that it is still a process. She’s still spending lots of time battling Shadowmoth. She has been making all kinds of crazy contraptions to hide the miracle box and kwamis in her room, and it’s driving her a little insane. She’s spending most of her time working on translating the grimoire while maintaining her double life and duties as a civilian. The storm is waning- but it isn’t over yet.

Why is that line from Alya so important? Because Marinette does need to let loose. Take a break from all the plans and simplify her life sometimes. Her approach is to take charge of situations, make plans, and set up things to make them happen. When she’s Ladybug, her assertive behavior means she is automatically paid attention to, and her clever plans save the day. Sometimes her anxiety is spiking and it goes a little too far. A flaw shown throughout the show: She goes from trying to lead a situation to trying to control it, steamrolling the other people involved. Complicating things often stresses her more.

Gamer 2.0 is a perfect example of this. This episode shows how she goes to great lengths to make people happy and even overworks herself in order to do so. She attempted the same approach over and over again out of stress and confusion in response to the situation. The concept of “dancing in the rain” is actually what Chat Noir did and was trying to tell Ladybug in the episode. Yes, there was indeed a storm. Yet, it was the enjoyment he found in the midst of it that helped them in the end, wasn't it?

Another example from this episode. Marinette did that with Kagami. Marinette was determined to reconcile Kagami and Adrien since she thought that would be the best outcome for their relationship, regardless of Kagami’s multiple attempts to tell her she didn’t want to make up with Adrien.

She, however, reevaluates the situation and reconsiders her approach when she's calmed down.

It took Marinette a while to allow herself to be happy again because she was waiting for the storm to pass. Alya advised Marinette to take a break and get her mind off of those things, but Marinette kept insisting that she couldn’t until she had everything figured out. While Alya tried to make Marinette forget about her stress by telling her about Adrien's commercial and the breakup, Marinette denied any sort of feelings she had for him, because if she tried to pursue Adrien while Shadowmoth was still active, it would end in the same way as Luka. And she doesn’t want a repeat of that. That’s why she seems to be avoiding romance.

Her avoidance doesn't just stop there- she fights as hard as she can to keep Kagami and Adrien together. Why? Because she can’t get distracted. Because she’s put a barrier on herself. Marinette is evidently not allowing herself to be happy until Shadowmoth has been defeated and her life calms down.

Marinette unknowingly recreated the moment where she first fell in love with Adrien, except this time they were holding the umbrella together. It's a symbol of reciprocation.

Kagami: The beating heart, the tingling..I felt all this. At your place. You’re the one that blushes and stutters when you’re around Adrien. You know his schedule over three years. You’re right, Adrien is perfect. He’s perfect for you.

The whole point; Marinette had a very specific goal in mind: scheming to make Kagami realize that Adrien loved her. Yet it clearly did not work that way. Mariette managed to avoid all that pressure once Adrien found interest in someone else and for once, she didn't have to worry about it. Because she didn't aim to be the one with Adrien, she didn't obsess over how every move she made could lead to him disliking her. Her downfall in past episodes was that she anticipated Adrien's reaction and panic over how it would ruin her life.

In much the same way as the first umbrella scene, Marinette didn't focus on her feelings for Adrien due to the fact that she didn't develop them until after the moment. As a result, her romantic feelings were able to blossom without thought or hesitation. In this interaction with Adrien, Marinette conveyed exactly what she wanted. She barely even stuttered or stumbled over her words when asking him to walk home with her.

Since Marinette was still convinced Kagami had a chance with Adrien, when Kagami told her that she’s the one who should be with Adrien and then walked away, she had little time to reflect, since Adrien immediately approached her.

Marinette and Adrien allowed themselves to be themselves and let the unfolding of events be an unplanned event.

Adrien still has a special place in her heart, despite it taking her longer to recreate a moment with him. The parallels show that this is the moment they fell in love all over again.

Marinette took advantage of being alone with Adrien in the rain to ask him to walk her home with her, spending more time with her. His father wouldn't approve of him skipping Chinese lessons if he turned her down despite the fact that he wants to.

In that moment of walking home, she was not only smiling, but also enjoying "dancing in the rain." Both literally and figuratively.

And I really, really want to talk about the end card. After three episodes of Marinette being curled up alone, crying, depressed and helpless, look at her now- She’s happy, she’s dancing, laughing and so in love!!

Marinette dances in the rain, as Alya suggested, indicating that we can still let loose even in tough times.

Not everything is fixed; it's clear that there’s still lots of duties for her. But even though she has a storm coming, she's in one at present in the midst of it all, but despite these responsibilities, it's fine to enjoy herself in the moment!

Another very important thing to note from the scene…

When Marinette takes out the umbrella….

She didn’t give it back to him. But he didn’t take it back.

She isn’t losing hope or giving up on her feelings for him, she’s content to keep and enjoy the feelings and accept wherever that leads her.

Despite still having much to think and reflect about, she now acknowledges her feelings, something we’ve seen her struggle with since the end of S3.

Another thing on the end card...the pictures of Adrien. In the pictures, she’s dancing in the rain, so it emphasizes yet again her happiness to enjoy her feelings for Adrien. In one of the pictures, Adrien is wearing the scarf Marinette made for him; I feel that this could be foreshadowing? Because if what was needed was pictures of Adrien, what was the need to include the scarf in two of the pictures? I’m thinking maybe it has something to do with a scarf reveal in the future. (That’s just a theory though)

And the most important thing from this end card was also because of the scarf. Marinette was the one who gave Adrien the scarf, and Gabriel is the one responsible for Adrien not knowing about it. He’s like a barrier between them- both as Gabriel and as Hawkmoth. (@sugarcubetikki Sugar I was talking to you on Discord about that so I thought you might want to be tagged)

Adrien has no idea that it's from Marinette, he thinks it's from his father. The thing standing in their way is his father.

Similarly to this scene- what gets in the way of him walking home with Marinette is his father. He has too many responsibilities. He needs to go home. Same with the scarf. It's his father's actions that limits him and hides the truth, it's the same reason he isn't able to realize Marinette's love for him in both situations. Gabriel’s like a strain putting a restriction on them. It’s the same thing that happened in Chat Blanc. That’s why they couldn’t date.

The next part is probably my favorite :)

It’s so silly and cute. The umbrellas closing in on them.

But even that, note the difference between the two- Marinette was trapped under the umbrella by herself before. Now they’re trapped under it together. They’re both trapped under their own love. That’s why this scene wasn’t necessarily a reverse love square. It’s indicating that the next step is for both of them to carry the umbrella.

In a tender moment with Adrien where they retrace past steps, Marinette falls in love for the second time after getting Kagami's blessing to pursue Adrien. Her umbrella symbolizes the love between them, and thus she offers it to Adrien.

The difference this time is that she is in control of her feelings, rather than allowing it to be given to her.

She willingly offers the umbrella to Adrien. She isn’t trying to make a disinterested Kagami try to date Adrien anymore.

There’s also something so different about his look. When he initially befriends her, he’s careful because he’s never done it before. He’s never had friends, it’s all new to him and doesn’t want to mess up. At this moment, he isn’t really going for friendship or romance or anything specifically, it’s just a relationship he wants to fix. Adrien has made a friend for the first time, and Marinette wouldn't even look at Adrien before that happened. It’s a situation where he’s happy to have befriended her. He is delighted that after several attempts he managed to become her friend. But this scene is so different. It’s almost like a realization. It’s perfectly reflected along with the fact that he isn’t the one lending his umbrella this time.

In the first umbrella scene, Adrien passed the umbrella to Marinette. The love is something he gave to her.

But in this scene? They’re holding it together. This perfectly represents that love is reciprocal and it takes the two of them to hold on to it.

Literally nothing to analyze here, I just love them so much lol-

The parallels here are absolutely adorable, they’re laughing at each other’s clumsiness and being silly. They’re both nervous and making silly mistakes out of love. It’s one of the times we get to see Adrien’s goofy, clumsy side around Marinette and it’s a parallel to the same reason they fell in love in the first place. Their reactions to each other here are so genuine and full of warmth. They’re so in love.

Adrien gave the umbrella to her in the first scene. She accepted that gesture of love and carried it with her, sometimes in denial but ultimately ended up taking it out. When she tries to give it back in this scene, Adrien tells her she still needs it.

She can’t give up just yet. That’s why she’s full of happiness at the end of the episode. Marinette wants to enjoy her feelings for Adrien, she’s overjoyed to be in love again.

Adrien can’t accept the umbrella from her just yet because…

Marinette needs it.

It’s too early for him to.

But it’s such an important moment of growth.

It’s vital that they’re ready to hold the umbrella together, not just as Adrien or Marinette.

Those two are made for each other. Kagami said it. Master Fu said it. There’s no doubt there anymore.

This episode carries a very important theme. The entire show does, actually. While life isn’t all about waiting for the storm to pass, we all have to learn to deal with the thunder and rain through experience and learning. It’s what Marinette and Adrien do every single day. We can allow life-threatening challenges to overwhelm us and leave us in darkness or we can embrace them with well-lit light. What made Marinette grow in this episode was that realization.

It’s about deciding if we want to embrace the rain by learning to dance in it, or if we want to make it even harder by waiting the storm out. Marinette finally danced in the rain. Things are headed in a good direction.

An important symbol I personally found memorable from the episode; Even in the middle of the storm, Adrien and Marinette are still tied together by their umbrella, they’re trapped under it, because they’re trapped under their love for each other.

(Or you know, you can just ship Marigami and move on with your life)

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