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yaut-jaknowit · 2 years

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Hello, I just found out about you and I like your work it's really great. I had an idea for a prompt, I didn't see anything like it in your posts. In the last prompt, Demands are met, you mentioned the s/o has scars. What if they were all on a hunt for something dangerous and while tracking it got separated, the yautja and the human are separated and can't get to each other right away. Then the creature they were tracking finds the human and attacks. The human fends it off and maybe even kills it but gets hurt. The yautja finally gets to the human, what do they do? How are they gonna feel seeing their human scared, injured, and covered in the blood of the enemy? How do they heal their injuries and is it gonna hurt them as much as we see it hurt the yautja? Do they try to comfort them? This is NOT a NSFW prompt, just something I thought of, more angsty and comfort really. Thank you for writing cool stuff.

Battling Dangers

Pairings: Vic'tao (Male Yautja) x Reader (Gender Neutral) x Uihoy (Male Yautja)

Word count: 2870

Summary: The Gourtow are dangerous. Six limbs with keen teeth ready to tear into your flesh. Uihoy and Vic'tao take you out to hunt this creature. You've trained with them, learned how to hunt and kill. There's no way you're the best out there but you know the basics. Where's better to learn when out in the field. Your lovers have you sit high in the massive trees of this planet, eyes watching out for said creature. On this planet, something was always bound to happen. You find yourself face to face with a Gourtow. Uihoy and Vic'tao nowhere in sight.

Author note: I love this ask! It was such a great idea after posting 'Demands are Met.' I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I'll happily keep writing.

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“Show the holo, again,” you urged and leaned against the table’s edge on your elbows before you. H-21, an unstable planet, was slowly rotating. The yellow light illuminating everyone’s face in the war room.

Vic’tao threw you a raised eyebrow in your direction. “Again? We’ve shown you countless times,” the younger male exasperated. They have. Yet, you wanted to see it again. It’s a creature you’ve never thought could exist in real life. Gourtow’s are truly an alien creature. And elusive.

“Yes, again,” you responded and flicked his forearm. Vic’tao just gave you a look that both you and Uihoy knew what it meant. You just laughed instead and smiled smugly up at him. “I’m trying to figure out where to put it on my side of the wall when I kill it.”

To be honest, you don’t have much confidence you’ll be of help on this hunt. They are taking you with them because you asked. You’ve proven above basic fighting and defending, as well. That probably contributed to it, a lot. It’ not like you’ve taken them both down, yet. But, you’re smaller than them and able to hide tiny places because of that. They accepted that reason.

The yellow and blue male turned to fully face you, mandibles twitching. He leaned down, his sage green eyes solely focused on yours. “Is that so, sharp one? You believe you can kill a Gourtow?” he sneered, upper mandibles lifted up. It was all just jest between the two of you.

“Stop. Focus on hunt,” Uihoy ordered and tapped a claw against the table. You blew a hair out of your face then looked at the purple and green male on the other side of you. “Know that. Do want trophy or not, little hunter?” Oh, boy. That you do. You were going to kill the Gourtow and prove to Vic’tao that you can. Plus, Gourtow’s skulls are cool looking.

The ground trembles underneath your feet for the tenth time on the day of the hunt. H-21 was unstable. Vic and Uie have told you this before stepping on the planet. That’s what helps makes the Gourtow elusive and difficult to kill. You dreamed on killing it and opportunity is now set before you.

A scowl grew on your face, hidden by the biomask designed for your human features. Your grip tightened on the tree branch you were perched on. A few loose leaves floated down to the ground around you like fallen feathers. You were quick to snatch on from before it could pass you. The texture felt something like velvet. Glancing to the branches above you, you snuck the leaf into your little sack.

It’s already been stated you would be their watch out. The swamp side of this planet was diverse and strange. There’s so many different creatures that live here. It can be overwhelming for even the most talented of lone Yautjas. That why it was the three of you now. It’s best to hunt in groups on this planet or else it maybe your last hunt.

Quiet chitters and clicks sounded from above you. Your head canted upwards and spotted the cloaked forms of Vic’tao and Uihoy. After your two years with them, you’ve learned how to easily spot them.

Though they are speaking in their own language, they’ve been teaching you. As they spoke, you picked out known words and figured out what they were talking about.

Just how they were going to do this. The two of them wanted this to be a shared trophy between the three of us. Yet, some battles don’t always go to plan. Whoever got the finishing kill in the end would have ownership to it.

After that was agreed upon, the two leaped from their own branch and landed on yours. They’re cloaks falling. With the planet’s atmosphere, it caused the trees to grow massively. Your spot barely shook underneath their added weight. “Go off to hunt. Stay and watch, little hunter,” Uihoy urged and sat down on his hunches. You smiled up at him. He nudged his brow against your forehead.

You turned your head and pressed your lips against one of his upper mandibles. “Have fun and a good hunt, loves.” Vic’tao patted the top of your head with a short purr.

“We will. You, keep diligent and watchful for us,” Vic’tao said then nodded his head towards Uihoy. Mention Yautja dipped his own and stood. The two gaze down at you before taking their leap into the swamps around you. Vic’tao was the first to land on a tree branch nearby. Then, Uihoy latches onto one and uses the momentum to land higher than Vic. You knew there was a smirk on his face afterwards,

On the other limb, you started to climb upwards to get a better advantage. The metal fake claws attached to the end of your fingertips aided you. A present given to you by Uihoy after Vic’tao made a comment about how dull and weak your nails were. They left little marks in the tree as you searched for a better perch.

From your spot, you were able to see the sun dip below the horizon before disappearing. It had been hours since they’ve departed. Your butt was beginning to ache due to the limb you sat on. It gave no remorse.

The swamp refused to quiet. Even after you saw a reptile-crocodile looking creature swimming through the waters below. Everything was so chaotic here. One thing after another. Yet nothing simmered to a calm aura.

Another earthquake shook the tree you were perched. Your grasp on it tightened until it had passed. A breath of relief escaped your lips. Then, that extra sense your lovers helped sharpen began to tingle. Your eyes swiftly and thoroughly scanned through the foliage around you.

As you ensured the area was secured, a thick, heavy frame crashed upon your smaller one. A high-pitch yelp that had escaped you was cut short. The air rushed out of your lungs at the sudden force. It pressed your front first into the scratchy bark and scrapped against your skin. Two wide paws pinning you.

Sharp teeth latch onto your shoulder and pulled. Screams of anguish tore at your throat. You kicked your legs and struck the leg of something. Yet, the creature didn’t falter. Your metal claws reached behind you to the best of your ability and scratched at it. They dug into flesh, blood beginning to fall from its new wounds.

When it didn’t release, you went in for a second time with more force. This time, you struck something sensitive to the creature. It opened its maw and let you go. You were swift to grab your ki’cti-pa, let it extend to its full length, and face the offender.

A snarling, bleeding Gourtow stood before you. It’s head slightly lowered to the ground as its purple blood dripped from the left side of its head. The back left eye had been cut by your talons. Three other eyes were focused to your frame. Its long ears pinned to its head, saliva dripping its opened mouth. Fatal, sharp teeth shined in the limited light.

Adrenaline rushing through your veins as the two of you sized one another up. You took barely a second to scan around the general area. The fall would be painful, possibly deadly; you would most likely drown.

When one of the Gourtow’s front paw shifted, you lunged. It did the same. The creature’s maw fully open, teeth aiming for your softer body. It’s four front paws reached out before its body, claws ready to tear flesh.

Deadly teeth latched around your Combistick. The weight of the Gourtow caused pain to shock through your shoulder. You retreat to the side. It fell with the momentum and almost slips off the branch.

The Gourtow was distracted enough as it scrambled for purchase. An opportunity opened. You yanked your weapon back and rushed forward. It saw this, then stopped struggling and let it’s bulky body fall to the branch below. You were quick to follow without much thought. Your Combistick pointed towards its growling body.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, fucker!” you snarled as your body soared through the air. The Gourtow dodged. That wasn’t something you expected, you weren’t thinking.

You landed then leaped to the closest limb. Air whooshed behind you, talons slashing through it. That was almost you. You spun around, Combistick out after your feet touched down. The Gourtow had followed you. All six limbs ready to kill you.

After you saw this, you planted the other end of your ki’cti-pa into the bark. It couldn’t stop and plowed its deep chest into your Combistick.

Purple blood sprayed out all over your body. But the Gourtow wasn’t dead yet. One of its front four limb swiped at you, long enough to claw across your chest. Curses flowing from your loose lips as you stumbled back. Your hand came up and touched the bite mark on your shoulder. Blood easily coated the limb, both red and purple.

When your gaze found the creature, where the Combistick was in the bark was cracking. It was going to fall off! Then it would be lost to the swamp waters below. Those other predator-like animals would happily snack on your kill.

It was still struggling, somehow alive with a ki’cti-pa through its chest. You acted fast. A thin yet sturdy wire shot from your gauntlet. At the end was three sharp point that dug into the Gourtow’s flesh.

Most of the Gourtow’s weight was solely in your hands now. The dying creature struggled, clawing and swiping at every chance possible. It attempted to break the wire. No such luck. You tried to pull back with your own weight but it wasn’t enough.

Behind you was a limb branching off of the one you were on. You lunged for it began to wrap the wire around it. Your quick action saved your kill from falling off.

Finally, you stepped up to the creature, just out of reach. “Thank you, you’ll bring honor to me and my lovers,” you whispered before striking out with your metal talons. They swiped across the Gourtow’s throat, more blood spraying out. You moved back just as a claw swiped at your arm, effectively creating a deep gash.

A pained cry tore from your lips. You stumbled back and glared as the Gourtow died before you. Blood poured over your skin, forcing you on your butt.

The adrenaline was beginning to wear off. Your head felt dizzy and light, chest heaving with deep breaths. You pulled out your med pack but your hands shook too much to hold anything. The blood caused everything to be slippery.

After a third attempt to grab a needle from the pack, you yelled. Your voice echoed out in the trees around you. Tears pooled in the corner of your eyes as you stared up into the dark sky.

Then, it finally hit you. With one press of a button, you can call for help from your lovers. Fucking hell. Your hands trembled as you opened up the screen. “No need to do that, little hunter.” A voice sounded behind you. Your head whipped to face the origin and found two cloaked bodies.

But, you already knew who they were. With the condition of your frame, you couldn’t stand up and greet your lovers. Your eyes stared up at Vic’tao, tears prickling the corners. His body was tense, string tight, hands fisted at his sides. The yellow male finally took the first step forward then knelt at your side. Purrs spilling from Vic’tao’s throat like a waterfall. “We’re so proud of you. We watched. You did so well.”

It didn’t hit you though, your eyes now on Uihoy. The purple Yautja shadowed what Vic’tao had done then took your injured forearm into his hands. He simply pulled the needle from your pouch and plunged it into your bicep. Usually, it would be painful but it only felt like a small sting. “Good, little hunter. Done good. Good kill. Fought hard.”

Vic’tao’s hands petted you in a strange, comforting way. Purple and red blood coating the palms of his hands, not that he minded. He grabbed your chin and forced your head to turns towards him. His thumb slowly stroking over your cheek bone. Vic called your name. “You did an amazing job. It’s your kill, your skull,” he praised. All you did was hum shortly, eyes slightly glazed over.

The other Yautja temporarily wrapped a binding cloth around the wound on your arm. You peered over to your kill. It’s jaw was dropped and eyes opened, completely glazed over. Dead of any life. And you had done that. All by yourself.

Your yellow lover stood up with Uihoy following. They studied your injured form, not moving to help as if you could get up yourself. But you didn’t move. You didn’t know if you could.

Uihoy sees this. The Yautja simply scoops you up and cradles you close. “Did well. Sleep. Vic’tao and Uihoy will bring back kill. Little hunter clean it, hang it up on trophy wall. Honor,” he stated proudly as the group began to make their way back to the ship. Blood dripping down his arms as he leapt from tree to tree.

When the three of you reached the med bay, the oldest carefully set you down and got to work. The adrenaline beginning to wear off. Pain started to race up your arm and shoulder. You finally reacted to it all.

Their healing gel’s smell assaulted your nose after Uihoy declared everything had been patched. The gel was horrible in all senses, but it caused you heal a lot more quickly than an average human.

Though Vic wasn’t needed, he refused to leave the room, let alone get less than five feet away from him. His hand came up and petted the top of your head. You let your eyes drift closed before sighing heavily. “I’m going to take wonderful bath. Join if you want but I’ll deal with the clean in a bit,” you stated and slipped off of the table Uie set you on.

Both Yautja’s unmasked eyes watched as your form lumbered out of the room. Vic was quick to follow. You easily felt the heat rolling off of him. Uihoy’s quiet pitter-patter of his feet shadowing close behind.

The two followed you into the shared bathroom. A large swimming pool-like tub sat in the middle of the room. You were quick to press some buttons. Water began to fill the tub, steam rising off of it.

Uihoy turned towards the younger of the two and chittered to Vic. Said Yautja whipped his head at the elder, mandibles slightly flared. All that Uihoy had to do was growl once. Vic grumbled before going. “Be quick.” You could hear the teasing tone in the purple Yautja’s voice.

Without another word, the two of you undress and got into the tub together. It would simply hold three Yautja’s with room to spare. He sat on a ledge provided under the water and held you bride style. When you wiggled to get into a better position, his arms tensed. “It’s okay, I’m fine. I was just shifting a little,” you attempted to calm your large lover.

He purred and held you close to him. His forehead rubbed against yours. “Alright.”

As you laid there with your head on his shoulder, thoughts begin to run through your mind. The metal claws on your fingers had been removed after you arrived in the med bay. Your nails dug into his hide as those thoughts grew worse. You could’ve died tonight. Never to see Uihoy and Vic’tao again. It took all of your will power not to sob right then and there.

Once you calmed yourself a little while later, you decided to speak up. “How do you guys not fear death?” It was a serious question. Them going out made terror plague your precious heart. What happens if one or both never returned? You were at their mercy now.

“Fear is flushed from our systems as a suckling. Fear causes you to make mistakes,” Vic’tao spoke. Your head whipped towards to find him already undressing. Purple blood sticking to his hide like a second skin. “If you fear something, you will die.”

“Well, I feared the Gourtow today and I didn’t die,” you responded with little sass. The younger male scoffed then jumped into the pool next to you guys. Water splashed up and soaked both Uihoy and you.

Uihoy growled at Vic’tao’s actions, but the yellow male ignored him. “You’re human. You’re different. Maybe your fear works in your favor. Maybe that’s why some of your kind have bested ours on rare chances.” Vic waded up to you then stroked your cheek. His words had reason to them. “And you did amazing. We watched as you killed the Gourtow. I’m glad those claws came in handy.”

You snickered, gazed casted down. “Yeah, they did. Thank you. Hope I gave a good show.”

“We’ve taught you well.”

“Truth that is, little hunter.”

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bubblespalace · 2 months

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The Accords (Reader Insert Version)

Chapter Four

“(Y/N)!”

Fuck you had to get up.

Nine-year-old you pressed your hand on the floor and tried to push yourself up, but the bloody slash on your stomach caused you to feel weak against your captor. “Watch your friend die and we'll make everything less painful, okay little one?” The man over you crooned.

You foolishly turned your head, capturing the eyes of the girl you had known since you were five, your oldest friend. Victoria was tied down to a hospital bed in the laboratory they had been stuck in, a machine attached to her, sucking out her blood. Her eyes cried out in pain and tears to her as she bled out, her life slowly being pulled out of her while she was still breathing. “(Y/N), please…” She wept, her normally cocky personality gone with the wind.

You looked up at the man keeping you pinned to the ground with pleading eyes. “She doesn't deserve this! Please! Take me instead!” You tasted your own blood in your mouth, a metal-like taste. The tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

The men in the room laughed, a horrible sound to your ears. “Oh, but we are taking the both of you. Your blood sells, Morganstern.”

“Don't call me Morganstern. My name is Wayland.” You grit your teeth, whimpering when you heard Victoria scream out in pain.

He leaned down and told you in a hushed voice. “Keep telling yourself that, Morganstern, you’ll always be related to him..”

Your gaze snapped to Victoria as she wailed out in pain once more before going limp on the bed, her blue eyes wide open and vacant. “Vic!” You screamed, in disbelief she was gone. Victoria didn't move, didn't spit out a witty remark, didn't blink.

It was all your fault.

The man pulled you up by her hair, and you obeyed, knowing the consequences if you didn't. “Now, ready for your treatment, Morganstern?”

The vampires around the room all smirked at you, baring their teeth.

☉

You awoke from your dream of your past in a gorgeous parlor room, you were laid down on the velvet blue couch, and a fire was roaring from the fireplace, warming the colder room. You whimpered, believing you were alone so you could show pain or discomfort, and slowly sat up straight.

“Nfu~ Bitch-chan number two is finally awake.” You softly gasped in surprise and turned your head toward the source of the voice. He was, of course, gorgeous, but now that you knew everyone here was probably a vampire, you knew why. Vampires had to be attractive to get their prey.

He looked a lot like the man at the gas station, same emerald green eyes with only slightly lighter red hair. The eyes he had seemed more playful, however, while the others had seemed more demanding and bossy. You couldn't help but wonder if they were closely related. He was wearing a fedora with a red ribbon tied around it, and he had a small mole on the right side of his mouth that seemed to enhance his natural beauty. His school uniform had two buttons at the top undone, probably to show off his chest a bit, and his tie was loosely knotted. God, you couldn't help but think it sucked that Nephilim were unable to date vampires and other Downworlders. All of them were so attractive, especially these men, but The Accords outlawed it because The Clave wants Shadowhunter babies, not any other race. It was understandable since Shadowhunter's population was low, but it was horrible how you couldn't marry or date who you fell in love with.

This vampire man inched closer to you, a suggestive smirk on his face. “Does the new Bitch-Chan speak? Kanato told me you only understood English.” He had a very cruel tone when taunting that some might have mistaken for flirting.

You scooted back a bit, uncomfortable under his stare. You have always been attracted to eyes, it's one of the first features you noticed, but you felt oddly uncomfortable under the eyes of anyone but Nephilim and loved ones. “I don't only understand English, I speak some other languages, but I have a name, you know.”

The unnamed man chuckled, grinning widely and showing off his fangs. He had cute little dimples on either side of his mouth. “What is it, Bitch-Chan? Whatever it is, I'll keep calling you Bitch-Chan too.” He winked at you teasingly.

You scowled, staring into his eyes with your (E/C) ones. “It's (Y/N), and you'll use my name, bloodsucker.” You attempted to stand, straightening Yourself up before your legs collapsed underneath you. You started to fall to the carpeted floor with a yelp, but this man caught you in his arms.

His grip felt very secure and safe, his arms wrapped around your waistline. You weren't used to being touched much, but you absolutely loved it when you had skin-to-skin contact. “I'm Laito, Bitch-Chan. The most attractive man here.” He smirked, which made you want to fawn over him for a second, but you knew better. No good came from Downworlders, you learned that at an early age.

“Such a liar, it's obvious it's Ore-sama.” You looked up at the owner of the voice, recognizing it.

“I should have guessed you were related.” You spat, pulling yourself out of Laito’s arms and onto the couch. “You both have that ‘egotistic’ quality.”

The man glared at her, his green eyes annoyed. “Oi! Shut up, Melons!”

You glared. "Don't call me melons, Christmas!"

“Be quiet… You're ruining my music…” You glanced at the blonde who was lying down on the other couch, his eyes were closed, probably sleeping. He, of course, was also good-looking, you just wished you could see what his eyes were like.

Kanato teleported into the room using his vampire powers, he was pretty beat up, but he would heal quickly. You had definitely done a number on him. You wondered if he was still pissed. “Look Teddy, the new doll is finally awake.”

You sighed, instinctively feeling your sheath for your Angel Blade while your eyes darted around the room, searching for exits. The white-haired and red-eyed man, who was leaning against a blank wall, scoffed. “ Tch, we aren't dumb, Nephilim. You don't have any more weapons on you. We confiscated them.”

You glared, putting the fury into your stare. “You aren't allowed to keep me here, it's against the Law.” You said, tapping your boot against the marble floor.

Laito smirked, sitting down next to you, although a little too close. “I'm sure The Clave will make an exception for us. Especially since it's illegal for you to be trespassing on Vampire's property in the first place.”

“You're fair game, Melons. Should have looked before you came to us.”

“I was hunting!” You retorted angrily. “I had direct orders from The Clave and there were no restricted places on my mission information, I wasn't informed there were vampires!”

The blonde groaned and pulled out an earphone and opened his eyes, giving you a death stare. Now that you had a better look at him, you saw just how gorgeous his eyes were, a beautiful ocean of calm. As blue as the sky. You were entranced for a moment. “Stop being so noisy. You broke the Law, so these are the consequences.” He closed his eyes again and put the earpods back in.

You felt speechless, like your life was being sold to yet another individual. “The Clave will come after you. I'm a top agent.”

“They have the guts to come after the Sakamaki's?” Ayato teased.

Your jaw went slack, a feeling of dread washed over you, you had known you had recognized their names. Kanato, Ayato, and Laito were the triplets of the Sakamaki family. Which meant the white-haired man and the blonde man were also their brothers. “No, no, no. There's no fucking way…”

Laito smirked, leaning in close to your face. “Surprise, Bitch-Chan.”

You quickly stood up, forcing your legs to be strong enough to hold your weight and backed away. “Holy shit…” You bumped into someone and quickly turned to face him. He was also a vampire, with those looks. Shiny magenta eyes that looked as though they could see through everything and also understand everything. He seemed very knowledgeable. He had such dark hair that you couldn't tell whether it was black or very dark blue.

“How unladylike, don't you know you should be aware of your movements? You aren't a very graceful woman, are you?” He said, there was something about his voice that gave him a commanding demeanor. You could tell he was intelligent and strict, and knowing this you knew you should apologize politely, but all you could do was freeze in terror. You had faced and killed many vampires before, but these were the sons of The Vampire King. Karlheinz was the only leader of Downworlders who had trouble agreeing with The Law, werewolves, faeries, and warlock were easily swayed to The Clave's side. The Clave knows not to piss off Karlheinz. He could, without a doubt, go up against Shadowhunter kind and win within a week. “It's customary to answer when someone talks to you, honestly.”

You broke yourself out of your shocked state, stammering out a response.“Fuck, I'm sor-”

“You curse too? Dear lord, I'm going to have to train so much out of you. The only good quality I see so far is in your bloodline.” The magenta-eyed man spat, disgusted.

Laito chuckled, his fangs peeking through his lips. “Her blood does smell delightful. May I have a bite, Bitch-Chan?” In a flash, the fedora-wearing man’s face was buried in the crook of your neck, you yelped and flinched back, attempting to push away Laito, but someone else did before you could.

“She's my doll! I saw her first, I get the first taste!” Kanato yelled at his younger brother, fury in his eyes. Laito chuckled, amused and not scared by his brother’s outburst. He stayed down where Kanato had pushed him, resting both of his arms under his head. “(Y/N), dolly, stay still,” Kanato spoke softly, it almost calmed you, his voice was just so hypnotizing. However, you knew what would happen if a vampire got a hold of your blood. As he leaned down, his teeth bared, to pierce your collarbone, you did something you would probably regret, you slapped him across the face. The room went completely silent, nobody said a single word, it was so very eerie. You didn't dare move a muscle, frozen from fear. Kanato slowly turned his head toward you again, a scowl on his face. “You really have to be put in your place, doll.” To your horror, Kanato wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly at first, seeming to test you.

Your hand jumped to his wrist, in an attempt to get him to let go. “Kanato-” The vampire squeezed slightly tighter, probably restraining himself. “P-please…”

He glared down at you. “You have lost the right to beg for my mercy, Shadowhunter. Endure your punishment.” The purple-haired man tightened his grip even more, it took everything for you to not cry out in pain, your training never taught you what to do during a fight with one of the strongest pure-blood vampires to date.

Finally, You blacked out from oxygen deprivation, you did however spare your dignity as you didn't once scream. Kanato let go of your thin figure, blinking. “She's more fiery than the brides,” Ayato grumbled.

“Tch, she won't last a day here.” The white-haired man spoke from the other side of the room, his red eyes gleaming with curiosity and annoyance.

The youngest triplet chuckled. “Fufu~ She might surprise us. You never know.”

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onboardsorasora · 6 months

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This has been burning a hole in my docs since yesterday. Figured I'd get it out before the big event today :D

Part 1 | Part 8

Part 9

The rest of the afternoon happened in waves. The first wave was disbelief, of course. Vic was still stupefied and Sophie was eagle eyed. Max as ever was mystified.

It truly wasn’t until a moment where Daniel answered a question off handedly that he shouldn’t have been able to answer, that Vic believed.

The boys had moved on from painting their own drawings to painting Daniel’s tattoos. Sophie at first, tried to stop them, but Daniel said it was fine; Isa did this all the time and she loved it. The boys were excited because they saw the tattoos move.

Love was now outlined in blue paint, the cowgirl winked when they painted her purple. The boys giggled. Luka and Lio were discussing the colour choice for the skull baby– in Dutch– when Daniel said;

“Isaac always paints him green.”

Max squinted his eyes while the boys nodded sagely as if that truly was the correct idea. And then they got back to painting. Daniel sat quietly like the pretty canvas he was. Max was sure that Daniel didn’t know Dutch. He was willing to bet money on it.

“Daniel, what colour should they paint your rose?” Max asked in Dutch, loudly enough for it to carry. Sophie and Vic raised their brow at him, clearly they could also tell that Daniel wouldn't know Dutch.

Daniel looked over at Max and his lips scrunched as if he was thinking before he shrugged with a smile. “Maybe pink?” He looked to the boys hesitantly to see if they liked the suggestion. Luka said something else and there was a beat before Daniel nodded his agreement.

“Daniel, do you speak Dutch?” Max decided to just ask, he truly wanted to know.

“No, but Sassy and Jimmy do.” Daniel tilted his head as if Max asked something silly but he didn’t want to tease him in front of his family.

The second wave was awe. Michelle had called– on Max’s phone because Daniel’s was predictably dead– and Daniel had gotten excited. They hadn’t spoken in a whole day and he missed her.

When he had gotten up to take Max’s phone, the lighthouse on his thigh glowed and the light in the tower flashed twice. Much to the delight of everyone.

Daniel had taken the quick call in Max’s sim room and was incandescently happy when he returned. His wide grin was back and all the images on his arms fluttered in contentment.

Max couldn’t help the smile that slashed across his face, this was the Daniel he knew and– felt comfortable with. This was the Daniel he met.

Daniel hummed a song and whispered sweetly to Sassy while everyone chattered around him. Max watched fondly as Sassy melted into a pile of Sassy goo and purred loudly.

“–Max?” it was Vic grabbing his attention. She was smirking at him like she knew something he didn’t. “Do you want to cut your cake now?” She asked when she confirmed she had his attention. Max agreed with a shrug and the boys cheered and everyone shuffled happily to the dining table where Sophie set-up the cake with candles.

They were just about finished singing the happy birthday song when they noticed the birds. Lio saw the birds first, and ran immediately onto the screened in patio. Luka followed right after, staring open mouth in delight as birds of all types fluttered just outside the protective screen.

“Sorry about that.” Daniel was sheepish, his painted arm rested behind his head in embarrassment. “You should blow out your candles before the wax melts Maxy.”

“Y–yes he's right, dear.” Sophie turned her attention back from the scene, wonder plastered all over her features.

Max did as told, making a wish and blowing out his candles. Sophie, Vic and Daniel cheered and he smiled a happy scrunchy smile at them.

Daniel collected the boys; scooping them up in his arms with tickles and promises to call more birds later, after they’ve all had cake.

The third stage was acceptance. As Vic and Sophie laughed heartily at a joke Daniel told, Max couldn’t help but wonder if there was a way to keep this.

Part 10

#Max just needs to stop fighting it and let it happen....#maxiel #max/daniel #enchanted au #disney princess dan

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filthforfriends · 1 year

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thinking today about being in a punk band and having vic feature in a show (you know like thomas recently did with starcrawler) and her doing her scissoring thing on top of me and then when she extends and after extending a hand to help me up and pulling me into a very gay gay gay kiss smearing her lipstick on my lipstick and leaving a big lipstick stain on my cheek as well

okay but what if she borrowed your lipstick too so the whole damn gig your eyes keeping wandering to where she standing. watching her watch you while wearing your lipstick. And you're trying not to get distracted but...Has she wiped it off? Does everyone know it's your lipstick? Why didn't she get a lipstick else where? That had to be flirting.

These things are always last minute so what if you were finishing going over the lighting cues and hear someone call "Vic from Maneskin just got here a couple minutes ago" with a laugh because they know you have a crush. So now you're just trying not to spontaneously combust because yeah, you'd met before. But it was brief and theres no way she remembers, right? right?

Vic likes her bass much higher in the mix than most bassists so she'd be there at sound check that way everything goes smoothly on stage. A stage hand is tuning her bass while she squatted down, one hand on the mixing board, the other holding a drink, oh so effortless. Is she wearing anything besides a thong under that skirt? nope. stop staring stopstaringstopstaring

Her sunglasses are up on her head, and pulling her hair back so you can appreciate all the shades of natural blond. Her face is devoid of makeup. "Found your purse," someone her calls, walking onto the stage and dropping her bag. Vic glances up before you can pretend not to be staring. Instead of a dirty look, she gives you a secret smile.

"Hey, thank you!" she yells over her shoulder. Victoria turns towards you, and in a much different tone says. "Hey babe, why didn't you text me after the Clive Davis party?" You feel your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach and out your ass. "Sorry! I didn't -- I didn't have your number! You didn't, um"

"I'm kidding," she laughs, mischievous smile absolutely radiant. Well so much for not remembering you. She groans while reaching for her purse then Victoria scoots to the edge of the stage so she can jump down. It's about a three foot distance and she's wearing thigh high heels (god help you)

"Wait, wait," you call jogging to the edge of the stage. Victoria smiles like she expected this response and throws back the rest of her drink, wincing at the sharp taste liquor. "Ughh, ew, okay." Before you can ask if she wants a lift down, Victoria's hands are on your shoulders and she scoots off the edge, into your arms. You try to grab her hips, but as you set her on the venue floor, they slide up onto her ribcage.

"Thank you," she chirps. When you let go she doesn't pull her top down or skirt. like she wants you to resist straining for a peek of something. Vic starts rifling through her purse and you're standing so close the canvas fabric is also brushing against you. "Uh, sorry, trying to find my fucking lipstick but I forgot it. Did you know I have a fucking scar from when Ethan hit me in the face with his drumstick?"

"Well you could borrow mine?" Vic's goes on her tip toes, getting closer to your face like she's gonna kiss you. you hold your breath as her eyes fall to your lips. "Yeah, I like this shade," she agrees, pulling back.

#victoria de angelis #vic #victoria maneskin #vic de angelis #maneskin #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin x reader #maneskin memes #måneskin #må #victoria de angelis imagine #victoria de angelis x reader #Victoria de angelis fanfiction

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rosietrace · 2 months

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Waddles in with cookies

C- Can I have a Mel x Victoria fic pretty please? I don't got a lot of ideas but I think Vic deserves to be spoiled and loved.

OFCCC POOKIE BEAR (I'm so sorry this took so long 😭 Happy belated birthday, Mel!!)

Sweetness

(Central) Characters Featured: Victoria Shard, Melanie Charmant

↳ { Melanie belongs to @/twsted-princess }

Others mentioned/featured: Zenith Devi, Sumeragi Yuuta

Pairing: Victoria Shard & Melanie Charmant

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: Requested Oneshot! 「 Fluff w/ Slight Angst 」

Synopsis: Sugary sweets such as chocolate chip cookies always make anyone's day, surely it would work on her, too?

Warning(s): Implied one-sided/unrequited love if you squint, like- One vague reference to a specific WIP, generally fluffy, potentially ooc

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

[ Reblogs > Likes ]

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“And then I found another letter… How peculiar.”

Zen giggled, circling Victoria as they walked the halls of Night Raven. “Whoever this secret admirer is, Tori, they sure seem to admire you!”

Victoria sighed, a soft smile on her lips. “Now, let's not make any assumptions, Zen,” she dismissed, bringing another piece of chocolate into her mouth. “Although I will say their taste in chocolate is impeccable.”

Zen could only snicker, endeared by his best friend's fondness for sweets.

“Well, whoever they are, they're definitely treating you right!”

“Perhaps, so.”

“Don't you ever wish you could meet them eventually?...”

Victoria thought about that possibility for a quick moment, sitting down against the tree in the main courtyard.

“I haven't thought much of it, really. However, if I do somehow meet them-”

Anything else Victoria was going to say after that had to be cut short, as a familiar face came their way.

Melanie Charmant was a perplexing topic of conversation — at least, in the eyes of Victoria Shard. Zen didn't think much of Melanie, not much to be said, simply saying she was ‘nice’.

“Zen!” Melanie sighed with relief, panting so heavily she looked like she had run a marathon. “Thank God I found you…”

“Aww, did little Miss Charmant miss me?” Zen chuckled, standing up from beside Victoria to stand beside Melanie, using his magic to give Melanie a bit of a ‘cooldown’.

“You look rather parched,” Victoria pointed out once she finished chewing on her chocolate. “Are you alright?”

Melanie felt her face heat up, taking a step back and almost stumbling.

It was obvious to everyone — perhaps even to Victoria — that Melanie may or may not fancy the ice queen of Pomefiore.

That, at least, made Zen pity her. Poor girl was so obvious she almost fell to the ground at the realization Victoria was there the entire time.

“S-Sorry, Victoria! I… I didn't notice you were there,” Melanie laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck with an equally awkward smile.

Victoria hummed, rather puzzled by Melanie's behavior. “It's fine.”

“Ahahaha- Anyways! Mel,” Zen turned to Melanie with an enthusiastic grin. Perhaps a bit too enthusiastic.

“Do you need anything?”

“Uh- Well…” Melanie's stiff little smile remained, feeling quite discomforted by the fact Victoria was listening.

For obvious reasons, it was clear that Zen understood her stiffness. Victoria seemed to take her nervousness as a memo to give her and Zen their privacy, and promptly stood up.

“I'll leave you two to your own devices.”

Zen pouted. “Aw man, really?”

“I have a lot on my schedule today, Zen.”

“Can't you stay a couple more minutes longer?”

“As much as I'd love to, I have a busy work schedule, Zen.”

Zen chortled. “Does that work schedule consist of you trying to outdo a certain housewarden?”

Victoria's eyes narrowed, and she only gave Zen's forehead a brief poke. “Not the point.”

He chuckled. “Fine,” he embraced her. Melanie noted that Zen was akin to a koala with the way he clung to Victoria.

Amused beyond belief, Victoria gently gave him a pat on the head, returning his embrace with a soft smile.

Melanie found herself getting even more flustered when her gaze flickered to Victoria's smile. She always looks so pretty when she smiles…

Victoria bid Melanie and Zen farewell before walking away with a black box of chocolate in tow.

Melanie drew out a breath, eyes softening further as her crush walked away without another word.

Her attention soon shifted back to Zen when the latter clapped his hands to grab her attention. Well, at the very least, he was successful.

“So! Mel,” he placed his hands on his hips with an encouraging smile, “what can I do for you?”

“Huh-? O-Oh, right!” Melanie composed herself, clearing her throat and putting her hands behind her back. “I've been.. Wanting to ask you something about Victoria?”

Zen's eyebrows shot up. “Tori?” He cocked his head to the side. “Well, I mean I could, but she was just here earlier, why didn't you ask her then?”

Melanie frowned, looking down. She knew that Zen knew why, that he was just trying to be nice by pretending not to know the most obvious crush in Night Raven College.

Hesitating for a moment, Melanie fiddled with her hands behind her back, trying to find the right words to use.

“I was thinking… Does Victoria like sweets?”

Zen laughed. “Of course! Y'know, a lot of people don't know this, but her sweet tooth is actually insane,” he wrapped an arm around Melanie. “She has a whole pantry in her room, it's wild.”

“Huh,” Melanie was pleasantly surprised by this new piece of information. “Does she like chocolate in general, or…?”

“All kinds,” Zen answered swiftly. “However, if you ask me, she's the most fond of milk chocolate. Especially milk chocolate chip cookies.”

“That's…”

“Unexpected? Sure, but Tori's always had a soft spot for sweets!”

So she likes chocolate….

Based on the look in her eyes, Melanie Charmant was on a mission to brighten her crush's day and she'd be damned if she were unsuccessful.

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It was a meticulous piece of work, honestly.

Yuuta judged her a bit for it, but Melanie was determined to make the perfect chocolate chip cookie recipe to impress Victoria.

She didn't know the woman all that much, and in all honesty, she barely understood why she had a crush on her, to begin with.

But Melanie just felt this undying spark every time she and Victoria happened to look into each other's eyes, and her heart seemingly bursts then and there!

“Geez, Mel, you're gonna keep making this perfect?” Yuuta walked into the kitchen being an almost complete mess, and he scrunched his nose. Especially when he looked at Melanie.

In her cute ruffled apron, Melanie was decked head to toe in flour and was emitting the smell of melted chocolate all over her body.

“Oh-! Hi Yuuta!” Melanie greeted, giving her roommate a quick wave before shaping the cookies with her cookie cutters.

Yuuta rolled his eyes, walking to the pantry. “You sure you don't need any help there, Missy?”

“I'm fine,” Melanie insisted. Although Yuuta could see the slight anxiety as she prepped the cookies to bake in the oven.

He frowned, holding the poor girl by her chin and wiping away some flour off her face.

“You need to stop stressing out,” Yuuta told her, sighing to himself in disapproval. “I'm sure Shard's gonna like the cookies.”

“But I need them to be perfect, Yuuta,” Melanie remained persistent in her little ‘quest’.

“Missy,” Yuuta flicked her forehead, his frown deepening on his face.

“It's gonna be fine. Stop freaking out about it.”

“But-”

“Look, I get that you have a crush on her or something, but it's gonna work out.”

For a moment, Melanie just stood there, letting Yuuta's words simmer in her mind.

Would it work out? Sure, Melanie knew she had feelings for Victoria. That she fancied her and her gorgeous hair, her cat-like eyes, her… Everything.

But she had no way of knowing Victoria felt the same way.

And it hurt her to know of that fact.

But maybe Yuuta had a point.

Maybe, just maybe, she didn't need to worry so much. That Victoria will actually like her gift and that all her anxieties were for nothing.

“... Okay.”

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Now, as much as Melanie wanted to take Yuuta's half-assed advice to heart, she really didn't wanna risk facing rejection from Victoria from giving her the cookies.

So, the young Queen of Genovia devised a plan: A little before Victoria went to her first period, Melanie would head to her classroom and place her box of cookies on Victoria's desk.

She giggled a bit, feeling rather giddy. I hope she likes it..

Melanie left the classroom and felt enough within herself to watch Victoria from a distance and see her reaction.

In full truth, Victoria did love the gift in the end.

But what Melanie didn't come to notice earlier was the small bouquet of roses and a note from an anonymous admirer that happened to be beneath the desk.

An admirer that wasn't her.

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Taglist

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Written for

@twsted-princess

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🥥

@starry-night-rose || @jasdiary || @authoruio || @nem0-nee || @fumikomiyasaki || @sakuramidnight15

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「 Etteilla ♢」

@geminiiviolets || @hallowed-delights / @terrovaniadorm || @twistedsongstressofstarz / @absolutelyobsessedkiya || @abyss-wonderer || @mystery-skulls-ghost

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#twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #twst #disney twst #ツイステ #ツイステッドワンダーランド #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst ocs #victoria shard #『 vic ♢ 』#melanie charmant #oc x oc #mutuals <3 #happy belated birthday!!#[2024] rosie valentines day ❣️

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waterfallofspace · 10 months

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Just something small for D/azai's birthday. Whipped this together pretty quickly, so don't expect anything great, but I love this man so I had to do something~!

Mentions it being his birthday, but it's not focused on that situation, as Poni and Vic already did top quality wavs about that kinda thing! (Totally go check them out, Poni's also features art from Hachii which is ADORABLE!!)

Characters: C/huuya and the Birthday Boy D/azai Word Count: 1.5k (jus a lil short thing!)

(References to violence, swearing, implied death and blood, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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The remnants of their mission lay strewn across the open plains, the smell of copper lingering in the air. Chuuya wipes some dirt from his jacket, pointing a snarl at Dazai. The bastard seems oblivious, a light shining in his eyes as he surveys the scene. One word pounds at Chuuya’s head as he watches. Majestic.

A light wind whistles through the grass, gliding along the fields as Dazai lifts himself from the ground, wiping something red from his hands. The draft rustles his hair, each strand seeming to dance on the breeze. Chuuya can’t stop himself from looking, mind captivated by the beauty Dazai possesses, even in a place like this.

“Is Chuuya planning to keep staring? I know my beauty is show-stopping, but we do have some papers to find in one of their pockets.”

“Huh!? Wh- what are you on about, you ass?”

“I believe I just said, finding the papers. Must I do everything myself?”

With an effortless motion, Dazai dips to his knees, leaning towards one of the fallen soldiers. Chuuya feels another surge of affection, quickly dulled as he aims his focus at another body nearest to him, gloved hands rifling through their jacket. ‘It’s just the adrenaline rush from the battle, that’s all. It’s jus- what is he doing?’

Chuuya finds himself leaning against the ground as he watches Dazai’s movement pause. There’s a beat where time seems to stand still, Chuuya unable to break free from the spell.

Finally Dazai moves again, his back shaking slightly as he reaches down to steady himself. Feeling his heart stop, Chuuya’s mouth hangs open, thoughts racing. ‘I- is he… crying..?’

Dazai stands again, this time jerky and forced. Chuuya echoes his movements, activating his gift to add a fluidity to the actions. Once they’re both upright Chuuya lets his gaze drift over Dazai’s form.

‘Despite a slight shine to his eyes, there doesn’t seem to be any sign of tears… Maybe he was laughing? I didn’t hear anything, but that would be just like the bastard.’

“You really couldn’t use corruption? Even just a little bit?” Dazai pouts, twirling on his heel to face Chuuya. He raises a hand to sniffle against, a fake sigh spilling out as he raises an arm to drape across his face, dramatic as ever. “I had to get my hands dirty.”

“You ass- you know how- you… you just… it…” Chuuya growls, shouts dissolving into furious muttering. Dazai laughs in return, a strained sound that leaves Chuuya’s hairs standing on edge. ‘Maybe he really was crying…? No, that’s ridiculous… he can’t be… but-’

“What a way to spend a birthday; out in a field.” Dazai’s voice cuts into his mind, a quality to it that Chuuya can’t seem to place. “Not my ideal choice, I hope you know. I’d much rather be in a nice cozy river, drifting along with a beautiful gi-”

“It’s not like I wanted to spend my day like this either. Besides, birthday’s don’t really mean anything. You’re a year older, so what? You’re constantly getting older, who decided that ‘a year’ is the important one?”

“Chuuya’s awfully cynical today. Is it the idea of me finding happiness, or the bohh… bodies-”

There was more to the taunt, but it’s lost in the wind as Dazai dips back towards a body, kneeling as he jerks forward. His hands graze over the jacket of the fallen, but it seems more like an afterthought. Finding the papers is certainly not important enough to cut off his brilliant comeback.

“Okay seriously, what’s with that?”

Dazai doesn’t make any effort to turn himself to Chuuya, instead sending a “what’s with what?” over his shoulder. Chuuya’s about to reply when Dazai answers for him, a squeak breaking free as his shoulders tremble once more.

“Are you crying?”

A tense silence falls over the meadow, even the birds seemingly pausing their songs. With an air of grace he lacked before, Dazai brings himself up to his full height. Letting his eyes drift down he meets the harsh gaze, a water present in his eyes that sucks Chuuya’s breath away. At least, until he begins to speak.

“Yes, I am in fact. It’s just such a tragedy. Such an important day, one that should be filled with celebration! Instead I’m wasting it in this field with Chuuya, who didn’t even get me a present!”

He wipes his eyes with a convincing sniffle, only downplayed by the smirk creeping across his cheeks bringing a glint to his watering eyes. Chuuya huffs in response, pointing a snarl at the ground as his head rushes over the facts.

‘He wants me to think that he’s crying? No wait- he wants me to know he’s joking, but there’s still tears in his eyes? Damn it! Knowing that bastard, me being uncertain is exactly his plan. It’s all a distraction.”

“I mean,” Dazai begins once more, clearing his throat lighty before continuing, “Chuuya’s just so useless now. It’s enough to bring a tear to your eye.”

“Huh?!”

“I mean, sure sure, Chuuya shot the bullets. But it was my plan, all you did was follow it. To the letter, might I add. Quite boring honestly.”

“You were hoping I’d ignore your plan?!” Chuuya gawks. Dazai smiles at this, a deep chuckle breaking out, laced with the familiar superiority that sends chills down Chuuya’s back.

“I was hoping you’d do something in- inter… eh’gNT-! ek’nXT-! Interesting. Or at least not make me do work on my special day!”

The sneezes are directed into his fist, expertly stifled, almost as if it took no effort whatsoever. A pang of jealousy runs through Chuuya; he’s never quite been able to get the hang of that trick. ‘Okay, so he’s sneezing… why wouldn’t he just tell me that?’

Dazai seems to be too preoccupied with his nose to notice the intensity of the look Chuuya shoots his way. It’s clear there’s something irritating him. Each breath leaves his nose scrunching, there’s a pinch to the corners of his watery eyes, and his tongue peeks out between his lips.

Oblivious to the scrutiny, Dazai turns a glare over into the field. Chuuya tracks his gaze over to a group of lilies sprouting near the edge of a stream. The wind swirls around them once more, a wave of yellow floating into the air at the water's edge.

From the corner of his eye, Chuuya catches Dazai noticeably shuddering, before ducking into his collar with a harsh, “heh’yeEISHHH’shoo-! ah’yiiESHHHihhh’oo-!”

“Shit-” Chuuya yelps, catching himself as the volume nearly knocks him off his feet. “You bastard, warn me-”

Dazai turns to face him, nose almost quivering, a deep pink tint seeping down into his cheeks from the dripping appendage, tears spilling down his face. He opens his mouth, seemingly to speak, but hitching spills out before any words can break free, his hand raising to pinch his nose long enough to get a weak sentence out.

“N- nohhht… notdone-!”

“Oh fuck, are you oka-”

“hH’KIIEESHHhh’oo-! ah’YIZIISHHh’oo-!”

There’s no attempt to cover, instead Dazai leans away from Chuuya, aiming towards the ground as another set of explosions bursts free. He mutters something through the gasping that might have been an apology before spinning further away and dipping once more with a full body shudder.

“ihhHKEIZSHhh’oo-! Sorry I- I hahhh… have to- I’mgonnakeep- hahh’TIEZZHHh’shoo-!”

“Just- hold on, okay? I think I have… somewhere around here,” Chuuya offers, digging through his pockets. Finding his prize, Chuuya holds out the handkerchief with a snarl, pointedly avoiding meeting Dazai’s eyes. “Blow your damn nose.”

“Aww, is this a birthday present after all Chuhh… hehh… Chuuya?”

“No!? I- I just want you to shut up, that’s all. You’re gonna be sniffling and whining all day anyways. I don’t need to deal with you having an ongoing allergy attack as I drive you home.”

“Whatever you say! I knew Chuuya ca… heh… cared- ahh’YIIECHHUUU’ya-! heH’KKCHHUU’ya-!”

Chuuya aims a roundhouse at his chest, snickering as Dazai has to take a step back to catch his balance. The bastard coughs lightly and Chuuya crosses his arms, “You wanna keep bathing in your allergen, or can we leave now?”

“ihhKIESZShhh’oo-! ek’eAASHHhh’oo-! Oh ouch…” Dazai snaps into the handkerchief, staring to straighten up as his eyes gloss over once more, “W- wait… heH- tiEZSHhh’oo-!”

The third catches them both off guard, Chuuya practically kneeling on the ground as he lunges to grab Dazai’s shoulders. The bastard nearly faceplants from the force of it, Chuuya shooting a rough, “Christ, you dumbass.”

Dazai dips back into the cloth with a fierce blow, moaning as an airy “hh’tiezshh’oo-! kiezshh’oo-!” slip out. Chuuya huffs, tapping his foot as Dazai blows again, before finally giving Chuuya a genuine look over the folds of the cloth.

At a volume only Chuuya would be able to hear, barely a whisper above the rush of the wind, Dazai lets another moan fall from his lips, nipping on the heels of, “Tibe to go hobe.”

Chuuya smiles. An actual smile, one he hasn’t let himself do in a very long time. Taking Dazai’s arm and wrapping it around his shoulder, they head off back towards his motorcycle, Dazai pausing every so often to dip into his collar with another, softer, outburst.

“Hey, you better not sneeze on me while we’re driving.”

“I make no prohh… prombises- ek’tiezshh’oo-! hk’enzshh’oo-!”

“Bastard. And uh… happy birthday…”

“en’kshhh’oo-! eh’tiezshh’oo-! Why thagk you Chuuya!”

“Shut up, you ass.”

#waterfallwrites #its short and not that sweet but!!#its jus a lil bday present for our beloved bastard #so hopefully that's acceptable~!!#s/oukoku #d/azai #c/huuya #b/sd

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 10 months

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These calls and moments accompany Victor’s S2 CH 45-48 Karma, and feature S2 Victor and MC, but don’t contain any spoilers from the S2 storyline~

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for contents yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

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【Moments】

Victor’s Post: To my surprise, a certain someone actually grabbed my hand and purposely broke the sandcastle just for the sake of “reviving old memories.”

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⊳ OPTION A:

MC: Hehe, it’s been so many years. I’ve learned not to cry anymore, you see!

Victor: Hmm, that’s really impressive.

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⊳ OPTION B:

MC: A certain someone said he wouldn’t repeat the same mistake, but now he has broken- my- sandcastle- again——

⊳ OPTION C:

Victor: ...just state your conditions for making amends directly.

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MC: It doesn’t matter, anyhow, Vic gēge needs to compensate me with a pudding tomorrow.

Victor: I can compensate you with more.

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【1st Call】

Victor: You sent me ten angry furry cat stickers in a row… what happened again?

MC: Sob, sob, sob, I just went through an “extremely tragic social demise.”

Victor: [sounds so amused LOL] A rare sight; even dummies have moments when they feel embarrassed.

Victor: What happened?

MC: During the meeting earlier, I was screen-sharing my phone and accidentally revealed my wallpaper. Everyone burst out laughing…

MC: AHHHHHH, thinking back on it even now, I still feel so embarrassed.

Victor: If I remember correctly, a certain someone recently changed her wallpaper into a new photo of mine.

Victor: [you can practically collect the teasing dripping from his voice in a bucket LMAO] I don’t think I’m that unseemly, am I?

MC: It’s not that you’re unseemly… it’s just that, I’m just feeling a little embarrassed, you know!

Victor: Who was the one that excitedly sought out Goldman for the best HD version after seeing the cover photo I took for LFG last week?

Victor: She even kept bragging about how she was the one who styled my outfit, so she needed to keep this meticulously crafted masterpiece as her personal collection.

MC: Well, what I said wasn’t untrue. The photo did have my fair share of contribution!

Victor: It was more than just a contribution. The direction of my hair grooming and the cosmetics that ended up plastered on my face was all thanks to your involvement.

MC: Hehe, well, the final result of the photo was absolutely flawless, wasn’t it?

Victor: If the photo is flawless, why do you feel embarrassed about it?

MC: Hm…? Oh… Victor, you’ve misunderstood. I actually changed my wallpaper yesterday…

Victor: [sighs helplessly] …the speed at which your heart changes is truly remarkable.

MC: The new wallpaper I switched to was your new photo. How can you blame me for having a change of heart!

Victor: I don’t remember taking any new photos recently.

MC: That’s true. You don’t remember taking any new photos because it was last night when I couldn’t resist taking a sneaky photo of you while I was putting the cat ear headband on you.

Victor: …what did you say?

MC: Even though it was a photo of your back, everyone still seemed to have recognized you…

Victor: So, when you said you went through an “extremely tragic social demise,” the main protagonist of the incident was actually me?

MC: Well, I guess you could phrase it like that too?

Victor: [HOLY SHIT THE ALARMING SEXY TONE-DROP x1] This issue won’t be dropped so easily. I suggest you think of a reasonable compensation proposal as soon as possible.

Victor: [x2] If I don’t get an answer by tonight, don’t blame me for being a heartless capitalist and claiming for damages according to my own term.

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【2nd Call】

Victor: What’s up?

MC: I’ll be off work soon. How about I come to LFG later, and we can grab some free food from the cafeteria?

Victor: Is the menu at Souvenir no longer able to satisfy your cravings?

MC: How could that be! CEO Victor is already so exhausted from work, I can’t bear to make you cook all the time~

Victor: If memory serves, a certain someone was clamoring about having two puddings this morning.

MC: Hehe, okay, I’ll be honest~ The braised pork you brought me from the cafeteria last week was so, so delicious. It’s constantly been on my mind ever since.

MC: I really wish I could hire this chef with a hefty salary and have them handle the catering for [MC’s Company Name]’s company meals!

MC: After all, it’s really challenging to arrange delicious and nutritious work meals for everyone when we’re filming on location.

Victor: You probably can’t afford this person.

MC: Even though you’re Victor, you cannot underestimate others casually!

MC: Our company’s financial report for the past quarter is really impressive~

Victor: Since you’re talking so big, have you made up your mind about poaching the chef with a high salary?

MC: I’m considering it. If we can have this level of braised pork on the filming set, I think everyone would be ecstatic to the point of fainting~

Victor: I think the only one who would be ecstatic to the point of fainting is you, the dummy boss.

Victor: So, how high of a salary are you planning to offer to lure him away?

MC: Hmm… we definitely need to offer a salary higher than LFG.

MC: Can you give me an approximate idea of his monthly salary? Just a rough estimate is fine. I still must respect LFG’s business confidentiality.

Victor: He receives an annual salary, and the amount varies each year. But you already know that.

MC: …!

MC: Victor, did you personally cook that braised pork yourself?!

Victor: Could your uptake be any slower?

MC: Sob, sob, sob, how I just knew that taste was so familiar!

MC: But who would’ve guessed that besides French cuisine, your home-style dishes are so-freaking-delicious too!

Victor: …you really do excel in sweet-talking. Apart from braised pork, what else would you like for dinner tonight?

MC: Do you know how to cook dishes like hot and sour fish soup, sweet and sour pork, Pecking duck, shrimp stir-fried with Dragon Well tea, Laziji, and hot dry noodles?

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[Tidbits]: Laziji is a dish of Sichuan cuisine, a variety of spicy chicken, to be more specific. The dishes MC mentions here are actually part of different provincial cuisines in China, which is why MC asks if Victor knows how to cook them 😂🫠

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Victor: ...I asked you to decide on tonight’s dinner, not quiz me on dish names.

MC: Hehe, I’m just really curious to know where your culinary skill reaches its zenith~

MC: But now that I think about it, these dishes can be quite troublesome. Let me think of some simpler options…

Victor: The person who is eagerly waiting to eat doesn’t need to fuss about the trouble.

Victor: It’s just that a certain dummy with big eyes but a small stomach always gets enthusiastic when ordering, but never manages to finish her food, leaving a pile for someone else to help with.

MC: Since we shouldn’t let food go to waste, why not borrow CEO Victor’s stomach for that purpose?

Victor: My stomach capacity is also limited, so out of the dishes you mentioned, choose three for tonight’s menu.

MC: Then I really need to ponder over it carefully...!

Victor: Sure, you can think it over while getting ready to come downstairs, and then we can go together to buy the ingredients.

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#are these really S2 calls LMAO 😭😭 SHE HAS HIS PHOTO AS HER WALLPAPER AKSJSJSDGFG #AND THE WAY HE “THREATENS” TO BE A “CAPITALIST” WITH IMPLIED SEXY TIMES HAHAHA 🥴🫠#also??? she was supposed to come to LFG but he went to her company first LIKE??? HOW ARE THEY SO FREAKIN' WHOLESOME😭#the first moment: the silent burn lmao. the last one: ZEYAN GĒGE!! ZEYAN GĒGE!!! ZEYAN GĒGE!!#p.s. you can consider the calls as part of S2 dating timeline LOL otherwise these are too intimate to be a part of the main story universe🤪#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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Trick or Treat

Pairing: Vampire!Ethan x Human!Reader x Demon!Thomas Summary: There's nothing hotter, more dangerous or more heartwrenching than spending a night with a vampire and a demon. Word Count: 7.4k Warnings: Smut, it's a demon and a vampire with a human Other: Wanted to write some Halloween smut and there will be another silly story on Halloween itself. Maybe something inbetween but I'm not gonna promise that. 🦇👻🎃🦇

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Every year their annual Halloween party is on the day of the closest full moon to Halloween. Last year it was during the Blood Moon, to Ethan's and Thomas' delight. This year it falls onto the Darkest Depths Moon in early November, to Thomas' and Ethan's delight. It can only fall on these two options, you figured out, and guessed that Ethan and Thomas would be delighted anyways. They are excited for Halloween and to be normal between all people around. Ethan's sharp vampire fangs a cool feature for any costume, not hiding them away, like he usually does. Thomas' ever changing eye colour a prop no one questions at a Halloween party. Finally he can let the colour change how his eyes want to, let them flicker when he's excited instead of surpress it, and not only play around with his human eye colour that changes with the weather and sometimes with his mood but not quite as they want to.

"Nice costume," Victoria says when you open the door for her and she sees you in your pink ensemble, pink jacket, pink pencil skirt with a slit, the black sunglasses with the pink shades and the plush dog you are carrying with you which you put into a pink and purple sweater, "Elle Woods."

You laugh: "Thank you, likewise, you look hot."

"Hmmm," she doesn't look too convinced. Which isn't like Vic, she's standing in front of you as a nun. A really sexy version of a nun, you have to admit, which makes her disappointment even more confusing. Her habitat dress is short, showing off her legs and her thighs, the top part out of black sheer, showing her bare boobs underneath, flowy bell sleeves and a white scapular collar - both also out of sheer. To top her outfit of, she has a veil on her head and a cross necklace around her neck, you are sure you have seen it on Thomas before. "I wanted Thomas to go as my little demon toy but he told me, he found something better when I was already getting dressed. What better is there than playing possessing a nun?"

The moment you open your mouth to tell her how much that sucks but that you will happily offer her your vampire boyfriend, Thomas is walking down the stairs. All words in your brain die the second you see him.

"Oh great, you could have told me sooner." Vic says when she sees him, "Now you two are matching. Two iconic blondes out of movies. Cher and Elle, Clueless and Legally Blonde. Thank you, Thomas, you asshole."

Your gaze lingers on his long legs. The white stockings, the really short yellow tartan skirt, his hairy thighs. The matching yellow tartan blazer, he went for nothing underneath. You can see how his eyes flicker with excitement when he looks at you and Vic and does a little twirl.

"You look great!" You assure him - he does, you swallow. Vic only groans next to you.

"You do," Vic has to admit as well, "If you wouldn't have left me hanging."

"Sorry!" He smiles at her shyly, pulls his skirt down a bit and changes the topic. "Who are we waiting for?"

Your group decided to meet up at Ethan's place, you staying over most of the time when he's home. Thomas securing himself Ethan's guest room because Ethan's maisonette is closer to the place the party takes place. Vic deciding to come over so you can go together and Damiano driving himself and his girlfriend directly to the party, without any stops.

"Only Ethan," you say. "I probably have to help him with his wings."

"I'll go," Thomas is already skipping up the first stairs. You can't help yourself to look at his legs again, skirt swinging. It doesn't take him long to come back down, ten minutes you talk with Vic, and he's there again. You can see that there's lipgloss on his lips now that wasn't there before, subtle eyeshadow and mascara on his lashes. "He still needs a few minutes and then we can goooooo."

"Let's play a little game until then," Vic looks at you, "Ethan, Damiano, Thomas - fuck, marry, kill?"

"What?" You look at her in turn, she smirks at the shock on your face.

You can feel how you're blushing, Thomas is blushing as well. He radiates heat even more than usually. A thing you got used to quickly after meeting him when you got together with Ethan. Kind of a shock, to first fall in love with a vampire and then being introduced to his demon friend, he's in a band with. You had an ordinary life before, nothing do with the supernatural - even though you were interested. Who couldn't be interested in something so special, not everyone gets to see. Thomas is always hot to the touch, always heating up a room when he's in it. You don't know, how many times you already cuddled up into his arms when you were cold. It's such a difference to how cold your boyfriend feels under your touch. But Thomas feels always cold himself - I think, I just radiate it everywhere, I don't keep it in. I'm always fucking cold. While Ethan is always feeling hot, whatever the weather - I keep all the heat in, I'm always warm.

"It's okay, you can say that you want to kill me, sink me to the bottom of the ocean, ram a dagger into my heart, a cruxifix." Thomas' eyes change from normal to a red blazing gaze to deep black and back to normal again, he smirks. "But I'm not that easy to kill."

Of course - you're a demon. And it instantly gets you heated too - it shouldn't, you think. Then Ethan gets down the stairs, you think you can avoid giving Vic an answer now. You don't want to kill any of them off, not even for Vic's mindfuck game question. Your breath gets stuck in your throat when you see him. He's in white wide-leg sheer trousers, a cropped white blazer with golden stars on it, like Thomas he went for nothing underneath. He has a black glittery smokey eye, that looks a little bit to good on him, like the dark red lipstick he put on and instead of a halo, he wears a flower crown out of white lilies and roses. When he smiles, you can see his pointed teeth. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see how Thomas longingly stares at his big, feathery, fluffy wings - they are black.

"You look so stunning," you have a closer look at his make up when he stands beside you. Carefully you leave a kiss on his cheek.

"And you can be my sidekick." Vic looks at him happily. "As Thomas, the idiot here, isn't matching anymore, but we would be the perfect fit."

"We're ready to go then."

"No," Vic says, "We aren't. Your partner in crime here still has to answer a question."

"I won't be offended, I promise." Thomas says, "I'm not gonna haunt you or something like that."

"What question are we talking about?" Ethan asks.

"Fuck, marry, kill. You, Damiano, Thomas."

"What an interesting question." Ethan looks at you. "I would like to know the answer as well."

"Marry Ethan."

"Obviously." Vic and Thomas say simultaneously, Ethan next to you laughs.

"Kill," you swallow, "Damiano."

You can feel, how Ethan looks at you. You can see, how Thomas' eyes flicker for a few seconds - then they turn completely white which is new, before you have to look away.

"That only leaves Thomas to fuck," Vic points out - you're sure, you are all aware, "Guess humans are too boring."

You wouldn't say that humans, like Vic and Damiano, are too boring but she has a point, you have to admit. After getting together with a vampire, Ethan being the gentlestest soul you have ever known, you wouldn't go back. There's so many stories he can tell, so much wisdom, so much fun, you wouldn't change it for the world, even when you're aware of the danger. What's a little danger for all the fun you can have? Maybe she's right, they are too boring. Thomas draws you in like a moth is drawn by the lights, you would have chosen Thomas anyways.

"We can leave then," Vic says and smirks at you and then at Thomas who nervously plays with the hem of his skirt, "Thanks for the interesting answer. Who would have known?"

Somehow you all didn't think about the fact, that Ethan's wings won't fit through the doors. It ends in a lot of giggling, Vic and you going out of the door first, grabbing one wing each carefully, and getting him through the door, while Thomas looks on. You know, you could have taken them off again, but where's the fun in that. On the way, people look at him, he hits some people with his wings and apologises profoundly to each of them. Going into the bar, Ethan, Vic and you repeat the same procedure as to get him out of the house.

You are already sweaty from dancing with Vic and Ethan when you get yourself a new drink later in the night, Ethan and Vic in the toilets to reapply Ethan's make up. Thomas went to look for Damiano when you arrived earlier, you have only seen him dancing with a girl and some guy laughing at his eyes during the evening. But sometimes, you can feel the heat creeping up on you but you can't see him anywhere. Like now, and then there's arms wrapping around your waist. Thomas' chin on your shoulder, his warmth is giving you the chills.

"You didn't have to say that just because Damiano wasn't there." His breath is hot against your ear. His body too close to yours, you shiver. It's too hot, to be cold but it shakes you to have him so close. Thomas doesn't step back when you turn around in his arms.

"That wasn't the reason, Thom."

"You sure? That wasn't a lie?"

Shuffling even closer, he puts one of his hands on your cheek. All his heat flowing through your body. Out of nowhere there's a quiet peng and Ethan stands next to you. Thomas startles a little and draws himself back, looking at Ethan apologetically.

"You don't have to stop just because of me." Ethan grins, puts one hand on your ass and pinches slightly.

Thomas looks at both of you unsure, his adam's apple bobbing. You bite your lip.

"Oh, I know this look." Ethan says, "That earlier wasn't a lie. I know."

And then, with a snap of his fingers, he's gone again, leaving you behind. Behind with a Thomas that looks at you nervously.

"I'll never get used to him doing this," he says.

Before there can be said anything else, the girl he danced with earlier turns up to get him. He leaves a light, hasty, sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth. Then he's gone and you're on your way back to Ethan again. You always find him, he makes it easy for you, you always find him when he wants to be found, your feet are just leading the way, when you want to turn the wrong direction they always stop and push you into the correct one. Another weird thing, you had to get used to. Magical but nonetheless, weird. Some clichés you had about vampires ruined during this time - No garlic? I'm Italian; No churches? I'm Italian; All lies. Sunlight just slightly hurts but with the right SPF everything is possible. You learned some new things as well, like this. It doesn't take long, he's sitting in a corner on a plush sofa.

"I thought, he isn't your type." Ethan says when you sit down next to him.

"He isn't." You draw circles and stars on his exposed stomach with your finger. "But have you looked at him?"

"Yes, babe. I see him every day." He smirks. "And he can be the goodest boy or a little shit, maybe we should find out …"

How that would translate into having him in your bed, you think.

Ethan's smirk gets even wider.

"Heeeey, get out of my head," you complain but laugh, "You intruder."

"Sorry. But I would really like to stay here for a bit longer, if you don't mind. They taste delicious today."

You let him. He's talking about your thoughts, you know. Ethan's species of vampires can read the minds of their loved ones, a feature only a vampire in love possesses, you learned this as well. They can feed on blood and thoughts. Ethan never takes advantage of it, usually he asks if he's allowed in, tries not to intrude or make it his advantage that he knows what you are thinking. But you also know, that sometimes, like today, his vampiristic traits want to take over because this is yet another thing you learned. The most vampire thing is for them to gather knowledge about the things surrounding them.

"We should try getting him there." He places a kiss to your temple.

Besides Ethan building up the heat in your core, with whispering dirty things into your ears, grazing your neck lightly with his fangs - leaving faint lipstick stains behind - or commenting on Thomas' long legs in that skirt, the night goes and ends with any further accidents. You almost think, that Thomas went home with the girl earlier but when Ethan and you're gathering your stuff, he's there to leave together with you.

For some reason, you get Ethan out of the door and into his home, the same way you got him out earlier in the day, instead of taking the wings off. Thomas watches when you take the wings off Ethan's shoulders. You can see the longingly stare again.

"I miss my wings," he says when he sees your questioning face. He wraps his arms around himself. "They were the fluffiest wings, with the softest feathers, and the most comforting. It was nice to wrap them around myself or to wrap them around others."

You look at Ethan, who nods and you go to Thomas to hug him sideways, leave a kiss in his hair: "I'm sure, you had the most beautiful wings in heaven, but I'm also sure, you're the hottest and cutest demon in hell."

Thomas blushes, before he excuses himself and says that he'll be back in a few minutes. You can hear how the wind is getting louder outside, how it whistles through the windows. You had a feeling it would rain all day. Sitting down next to Ethan, who still wears his flower crown, he almost automatically pulls you into his lap. He kisses you passionately, lets his hands wander over your hips, under your top to caress your back. You can hear how the rain starts dropping against the windows, before Thomas comes back into the living room.

"I should go to bed in my room," Thomas says when he sees you sitting on top of Ethan.

"Or you could join us in ours," Ethan says against your lips - but he isn't looking at you. "If you're interested."

You can't see Thomas' reaction behind you, but Ethan pulling you in for another kiss, wilder then the one before, pushing his tongue into your mouth, sneaking his hand under your skirt and Thomas breath hitching gets it away. When you get up from the couch, you can see how Thomas' eyes flicker with excitement and how he licks his lips. You leave a kiss on his lips. You're the first leaving for the bedroom - Ethan and Thomas staying behind to smoke a cigarette - Ethan slapping your butt lightly on the way out. You aren't complaining, it gives you time to undress yourself, except for your black and golden panties and to get comfortable on the bed - even a little bit too comfortable. You let your hands wander over your own body, down to your stomach and into your underwear, you close your eyes. You can feel that you're getting wet and when you lightly touch your clit, you let out a loud moan. And another moan when you can hear the door click, seconds later feel Ethan's hand in your hair.

"You playing with yourself?" Ethan whispers into your ear. At the same time, his other hand takes the same way, your own did before. Down your neck, a calloused thumb gliding over your nipple, further down over your stomach, he draws a circle around your navel before dipping his hand into your panties. Touching you only lightly, you try to buck up your hips, to get more of his touch. Instead of getting more he takes your hand and pulls it out of your panties. An unhumanly hot tongue around your fingers is the next thing, you can feel, it has you open your eyes. Ethan holds your wrist in a tight grip, while Thomas enthusiastically and sloppily sucks on your fingers. He moans around your fingers and his eyes turn white again. You have already seen it one time before today. First you thought, it's only another way his excitement shows and it is. But he's not only excited, he's aroused. It has you moan as well. With a loud plop he lets them go. Before you can pull them back, Ethan licks over your fingers as well, his tongue cold. You shiver.

Ethan gets his hands back into your hair and pulls you up on your knees. Slowly you take off Ethan's blazer, kissing over his toned muscles, his skin feeling cold to your touch. Just when you kiss his nipple, you can feel another hand in your hair, long fingers. Thomas pulls you into a filthy kiss - it's a lot of tongue, his tongue hotter than anything you have ever felt, pulling your hair as he pleases. You take off his blazer, his skin hot under your fingertips. Under your tongue, when you let it wander over his neck artery, when you lick and bite into his stomach. Next to you, Ethan takes off his trousers without making a big show out of it. Thomas puts hands on the waistband of his skirt to get it off as well, you look up to him, lips still on his warm stomach. When he sees your face, he stops himself, instead he only takes off his briefs and leaves the white stockings and the skirt on.

"Trick or Treat?" Ethan asks.

"What's the treat?" you want to know.

"A surprise."

"And the trick?" you ask.

"You'll have to find out," he looks at you and smiles.

"Trick!"

"Good girl!" It's coming from Thomas, not what you expected. You expected Ethan would be the trick as you can have him as a treat every day, but you apparently where mistaken.

You put a hand on his thigh, under his skirt, your head follows and you leave kisses all over his upper thigh. He radiates so much heat, you moan. But before you can put your lips around his dick, he pulls you back by your hair.

"No cara, I don't want you to burn yourself like that."

You swallow, when you look at him. If he thinks, he runs too hot to blow him, how hot is he going to feel other places, when he …

Ethan getting behind you on the bed, snaps you out of your thoughts. He's sitting against the headboard, he looks beautiful, his long black hair with the white flowers - otherwise naked - pulling you with him between his legs. His skin touches yours, his cold skin against yours that feels more and more heated thanks to Thomas. It has you whimpering, going from one opposite to the other. Getting down on the bed, Thomas' skirt slips a little bit and he bats his lashes at you when he readjusts it.

"Spread your legs for him," Ethan whispers and bites into your earlobe, almost nibbles on it. You do spread your legs, Thomas coming closer, skirt slightly swinging before he is between your legs, puts his warm hands on your waist and his hot lips on your shoulder, lipgloss sticks to your skin. "Can I stay in your head?"

Yes, he can stay. You want him there, you trust him. It is never an unpleasant feeling, just feeling his presence on another level. You know, he wants to because this is new, because Thomas is there. You wonder if this would work with him as well, with a demon. Ethan laughs against your ear while Thomas sucks on your neck until he left a hickey and looks at you: "I can't read your mind."

"Sorry," you pull him up to kiss him, "I was just wondering, if this would work with you too, Ethan getting into your thoughts?"

"I probably would have to leave him in," he tilts his head, "I don't think he can otherwise do it or … not sure if that would work at all."

Thomas is kissing down your neck again, between your boobs, then your thighs, leaving more sticky lipgloss - the right one first, then the left one. You are writhing in Ethan's arms. Thomas kisses the fabric of your panties, licks over the fabric and then lightly sucks at your clit through the fabric. Slowly, so slowly, he's taking your underwear off, lets it glide off your legs. Then he puts his lips on your clit again, drawing circles, before moving down and licking over your entrance, licking into your pussy. Pushing his tongue in and out, still so slowly. Sloppy, sticky, hot - you're sure the lipgloss is completely off his lips now.

"How does that feel?" Ethan still asks even though, he knows. He can see all your thoughts, he knows how it feels for you what Thomas is doing with you.

You grab for Ethan's arm, clawing at it - pressing your nails into his skin. The heat is travelling through all of your body, your toes curling in pleasure: "Hot, good, so good. God, god fuck, it feels so hot."

You enjoy it, but it's so much, you yank at his hair to get him off. It's too much, too hot. You feel like burning. From the outside and the inside.

"Sorry," Thomas looks up at you - your hand still in his hair, "I'm trying not to overheat."

One second ago, you thought how it is too hot but you want him to be what he is, to not restrict himself. To show his demonic self. You can hear how Ethan says something to him but you can't register what is being said. Thomas is even getting a bit warmer on top of you, pressing his warm lips to your throat again. Ethan sneaks his arm around you, between Thomas' and your body. Thomas whimpers, Ethan's cold hand also touching his skin before he lets his fingers dance over your skin. He pushes one of his cold fingers into you, cooling you down, it's soothing, and then a second one. Until Thomas adds one of his slim nimble, and above all hot, fingers. Hotter than before. You wish, he would put his tongue somewhere on you again. Ethan pulls Thomas by his hair to your nipple - he puts his mouth on you. He licks over your nipple and then switches to the other one. You whine when Ethan pinches the one Thomas isn't grazing his teeth over, cold slowly taking over again, while Thomas sucks on your other one.

He lets go of your nipple, and sits up. Thomas lifts his skirt playfully. Shows you a bit of skin, shows his hairy thighs, lets it fall down again. Plays with his stockings, then lifts his skirt completely. He's a tease. He teases you even more when he gets between your legs again, pushing his dick between your folds, before he pushes in to you. Thousand little flames are lighting up everywhere in your body. He teases more, pulling back and stopping until you push against him. He still pulls back, grinning at you, before he pushes into you again, harder this time. But he remains playful all the way. Playful and sweet but teasing and passionate. You wonder if it has to do with him being an angel before becoming a demon. There's no time to think about it further, Thomas pushes your legs upwards against your upper body, Ethan ghosting his lips along your neck, probably still leaving light lipstick marks on your skin. It's so hot and he gets so deep, you almost scream and you shake in Ethan's arm. You can't tell if you just came or not. Thomas stops, making sure you are okay, before building up a rhythm. It reminds you of the first time with Ethan, when he played a mindtrick on you - you wanted to try it, but you don't do it often now, passionate but too draining for both of you.

Calm is still washing over you. First you thought Thomas' ways of being calming to be out of place, for a demon of all creatures, but Thomas disagreed with you. Demons have to be calming, or at least know how to be calming because it's easier to possess people, he explained. He chuckled when you pointed out his chaotic tendecies. Everyone has their flaws, he said, even a fallen angel. Sometimes you see how he possesses Vic just for fun and for the chaos that it leads to, Vic an unwilling participant for the most part, always complaining to you it feels like he's trashing her insides but that it's wildly satisfying and mostly she laughs about it with him together when the chaos is over. Otherwise you never asked how possession works or how it looks like or what he's doing as a demon - you trust him nonetheless.

"Are you sure, you should be this trusting," Ethan whispers into your ear, so that Thomas can't hear him, "He's a demon after all?"

Ethan drags his teeth and especially his fangs over the skin on your neck and then over the sensitive skin on your neck. You trust him as well, even though he's a vampire. He wouldn't bite you, drain you, sometimes he just pierces your skin softly with his sharp fangs to get a little taste of blood but never more. Thomas alters his rhythm slightly and gets your full attention back in a heartbeat. You moan, and then you moan into Thomas' mouth, one hand buried in his hair and the other one pulling at Ethan's hair behind you, knocking off the flower crown that was still on his head.

"You should ride him. Thomas deserves a Halloween treat as well, right?"

You turn around together, to get on top of him. Thomas moans, holding you, both of you moving your hips in the same rhythm. The little flames are still dancing - the light of the lamp on the bedside table flickers. Outside is lightning, thunder not too far behind. Thomas is sweaty, he's so unbelievable sweaty under you, his hair a mess, his bangs clinging to his forehead. Sweat on his throat that you lick away, your tongue tingling.

Interested you see how there's black reddish smoke coming from between Thomas' lips but he draws it back before you can get closer. He looks at Ethan.

"I'm not the one you have to ask. If you both want to."

He looks at you again: "Can I?"

"What?" You only have a vague idea.

"Get in you."

You thrust your hips downwards. He chuckles: "Not that kind of in."

He looks at you smiling, tiny bits of smoke still swirling in the air, and you realise that he means possessing you. You nod, you want this, you want to know how it feels. Thomas puts his hand on the back of your neck and then kisses you open-mouthed, the smoke still swirling between you, then leaving Thomas' body to find it's way into yours. If anything else before felt like burning and a thousand little fires, this feels like forest fire settling low in your stomach. On it's way Thomas touches something in you that you can't quite place.

You can feel how Thomas' skin gets colder, his eye colour turning into a pleasant grey-ish green, flickering only lightly. In the same moment, your body heat spikes up. You can feel how your eyes go through the motions like Thomas' before. They flicker because of Thomas' and your own excitement, you go to a dark place when they turn into black orbs, you feel Thomas' passion and wild rage taking over your body when they turn red and they stop at white, you both being incredibly aroused.

This time you can feel your orgasm build up, it's slow. Never did it feel this slow before. Ever. It builds up and up and up, but you don't release. You can't. You want to, but you can't.

"You can let go, it's gonna feel good for both of us."

It sends sparks through your body, Ethan got up and behind you, slowly grazing his fangs over your throat. Thomas pulls you down into a sloppy kiss, draws his demon back, the smoke between you, when you cum and cum and cum. It doesn't stop, it holds on for so long, you almost get dizzy, your head spinning. You crash down over him, he leaves gentle kisses in your hair and on your face while you still shake and whine. And then you can feel how he shakes as well, how he cums and moans into your mouth, his eyes white. The light turns off completely, it turns on again when he holds you in his arm, his breath slowly evening out.

"Vic said this hurts?" you mumble against his lips. You are curious, because it didn't. It didn't hurt, a little unusual. But otherwise there was just blinding pleasure and comfort.

"Yes," he mumbles back, "but you gave yourself willingly and it was for pleasure, not for chaos. She's always so shocked when I do it."

You stay like this, twirling strands of his hair between your fingers, you both breathing together and Ethan behind you drawing a pattern on your back.

"Ethan deserves a treat as well, don't you think?" He chuckles, it's cute. "And he's your treat as well."

You're tired and so calm in Thomas' arms but deep down in your soul you know, that you want to pleasure Ethan as well. And then it hits you, that Thomas touched your soul when he was possessing you. Before them, you never thought about the fact that your human flesh might house something else than organs. But then Ethan came around, a vampire with a soul, who explained that there are such and such, some with and some without - it depends on how they were created. And Thomas, a demon, that shouldn't have a soul but the longer you thought about it, and about your own, you think there's still something like a store somewhere in him. Ethan looks at you for a second, before looking at Thomas, showing him his fangs. Even Thomas seems to be intimidated by them, he recoils.

"I didn't take anything, I swear!"

"You better not."

It reminds you, how dangerous this is. You're between a demon that could do god knows what with your soul and body, burning through your skin, and a vampire that could drain all your blood from you. They wouldn't, you know - you trust them. But the possibility still remains, you shiver. You feel hot all over again. Ethan gives him another look before you get off Thomas with a heavy heart to give Ethan your undivided attention. Getting up, you can see how Thomas' cum is black. Such a stark contrast to Ethan's translucent one you are so used to.

"I thought, you told me, it's normal," Ethan says.

"It is," Thomas rolls his eyes, "Usually it is, I'm not having sex as a demon that often. It's too hard to control myself and only then it happens."

For a second or two, you ask yourself how that would look like, Thomas not controlling himself. In your bed. You bite your lips, Ethan growls at him and Thomas' eyes turn the darkest black you've ever seen, then a blazing shade of red before going back to normal. You kiss Thomas again, before Ethan pulls you back and kisses you possessively, leaving lipstick behind. He lays you down on the bed again, your head hitting the mattress - Thomas pulls your head onto his thigh, you leave a kiss on his skin and play with the hem of his skirt.

Ethan spreads your legs, he kisses you, cooling you completely down when he thrusts into you. He finds a rhythm quicker than Thomas, being used to you, to your needs, probably still being in your head, knowing exactly what you want. His thumb slowly circling your clit - Thomas slowly carding his fingers through your hair. Biting your tongue, you can taste the metallic taste of blood. Ethan kisses you, his lipstick already smudged, lets your tongues swirls together, moans when he gets blood on his tongue.

Ethan has more strength than Thomas and he shows it off, fucking you into the mattress. He's not letting you cum. He makes it look like, it's your choice but all three of you know that it's just show. It's his decision, not really yours anymore but one time he doesn't stop you.

"When you cum, Thomas can use the paddle on you." It gets you so excited, you almost don't stop yourself. "Or you can use it on him, whatever is worse."

In the end, you do control yourself, when you see Thomas looking intimidated, his eyes going wide. But you also see interest flashing in his eyes. Even more interest and fascination reflects on his face when Ethan bites into your throat, exactly where Thomas left a hickey earlier, he's still fucking you, and draws blood from you. Cold lips on your throat, your eyes are rolling back, Thomas licking his lips. Ethan cums before you, still sucking on your throat but it doesn't take you long to follow.

All three of you are a cuddle pile, exhausted. There's Thomas' sticky lipgloss everywhere, Ethan's lipstick - smudged, stains on your skin, dark eyeshadow - wiped away, Thomas' mascara - also smudged. You know, that you don't look any better, you're happy.

"You really didn't take anything?" Ethan wants to know again, he wants reassurance for something. He puts his hands around Thomas' throat, you putting your hands on his forearm, and he loosens his grip.

"I wouldn't, I would never! You know that!"

Ethan gets his hands off then, looking at him apologetically and whispering a silent sorry.

"What are you taking?" You ask, you put your arm around his hips, your other one around Ethan's. You know a lot about vampire lore and Ethan's history but you still don't know that much about him, you would like to know more.

"The souls of people who made a pact with Satan. And … Some here and there, consensually, of course. I would never take some for myself when my opposite doesn't want to give. And I would never only take a part of it," he looks at Ethan angrily. It seems like he was accused of a greater crime than just taking a soul.

"Why?"

Thomas sighs, and Ethan sighs as well.

"Some demons only take parts of human souls, it fucks them up completely, it's worse than when you just take them whole, it makes most humans go insane and …," he swallows, "Some of them just have fun feasting on the best chunks. I wouldn't. I only touched because it looked so pretty and warm, I'm sorry."

"I know, I'm sorry too, I'm just protective." He presses a kiss to Thomas' sweaty forehead - leaving a smudged lipstick stain there as well, to his sweaty bangs and you do the same.

"What happened to your wings?" Your own curiosity is taking over now, Ethan caresses your shoulders and Thomas takes your hand for a short moment.

He rolls out of bed, still dressed in the yellow skirt, the white stockings slipped down. Ethan is behind you, holding you securily in his arms. Your breath catches in your throat and you can hear the little oh Ethan breathes into your ear.

Thomas' wings are a dirty grey, some dirt sticking to them, a tiny bit of blood. You can see that he stopped taking care of them a long time ago, but for the most part, you see that his wings are clipped. It breaks a piece of your heart to see it, and this is new, you can feel something break in Ethan too. Snap - just like that. It's a weird moment to know something like this, but in this moment you know that you two belong together. And still Thomas' wings are one of the most beatiful things you have ever seen.

"Could I touch them?" You don't want to be rude but the feathers are drawing you in like a magnet.

"They are dirty," he blushes.

"We can wash them," you offer.

"We all have to shower anyways," Ethan says, "You can go, I'll do the bed first."

You get him under the shower and Thomas shudders and shakes his wings at you when the water is still too cold for him, hits his wings and then your face, you laugh. Carefully you wash them with a soft sponge you found hidden deep in Ethan's bathroom cabinets.

"Why did you become a demon?" There's still the fear to overstep but he seems open for the conversation.

"You know why Ethan turned? Same reason, but I did it out of my own will."

Love. That was the reason.

Ethan was a normal person at the beginning of the 1800's. He opened one of the first bookshops in Italy. You suspect that his old love for books as a human only amplified the love for knowledge a vampire has even more in his undead life. He was in love with a girl who wasn't allowed to see him, because her father thought she could have something better than him. So they met during dark nights, having dinner together in fields. Until one night, he didn't make it home. He died that night on the way home. He fell, his oil lamp falling with him, catching his feet and the next day only his corpse could be found. The girl felt deep guilt and blamed herself, like Ethan having a knack for the occult, she searched the hidden section in his bookstore until she found something interesting. She had a cat jump over his corpse to become a vampire. It looked like it didn't work but three nights later, he was standing in front of her, in one piece, no burn mark except one on his body, with fangs and an unquenchable thirst for blood. You asked how he felt with it but he reassured you, that it was absolutely fine; he can't remember the way home, or dying, there's no trauma. Just a pair of fangs - could have been worse.

"Can I ask what happened? Who did this to you?"

"I played dice with Satan to safe the soul of a loved one. I … I lost. So I gambled my own soul, to have another chance at it. I won, she released the soul of my loved one but kept mine instead. I should have read the fine print on which conditions she would have play me again, I was never suppossed to get both back. But stupid trusting me having faith, went for a another game, I already lost my soul and already knew I would be cast out of heaven. She offered me that she'll let me go, live a soulless life with my loved one, but leave us and any offspring past that alone, forever. I went for it, it went okay, I was finally lucky until I wasn't and I lost. In return she kept me in hell for fifthy years and had the pleasure to turn a fallen angel into a demon unwillingly." He looks at you, and you look back, carefully washing away at his wings. "She cheated on me, she played with a loaded dice."

"Was it -, was it for another angel?"

"No, she was human, like you or Vic. She lived a long and fulfilled live, had kids who had kids who had kids who had kids who had kids and so on over the years. She died a long time ago, but I still visit the family from time to time. I'm still always invited for birthdays." He smiles at you sadly. "I … I would do it again, you know. I would always do it again, if it means she had a peaceful happy life in the end, I would do it."

"I'm sorry." You don't know what else to say. You remember some yellowed, old looking photographs in Thomas' wallet, you can have a guess now that this is her family and somehow his as well.

"It's not too bad, it could be worse," he smiles, "I love the chaos I can cause, I could have never in heaven, even when I would have liked too and I would have liked to, believe me, and some things are more of a perk than a burden. It's okay, trust me."

Ethan joins you in the bathroom as well, he washes his face first, before having a look into the shower.

"You okay in here?"

"Yes," you smile at him, "Could you just hold that wing, he always moves it when I touch there, I just can't clean that one spot."

Ethan does you the favour, smiling at Thomas, who in turn isn't having it at all. His wing is flapping again and he splashes Ethan with water that drops out of the feathers.

"Lets try the other way around," you say and hold Thomas' wing again, "Can you clean it?"

The sponge hits Ethan' face - Thomas giggles.

Ethan somehow does manage and you finally get out of the shower. All clean, getting wrapped into warm and fluffy towels.

"Sorry that these are still grey."

"Don't worry, they won't get any better, they are supposed to be a shiny silver but that's long gone."

"It's still a lovely colour." You kiss the tip of his nose.

Ethan kisses your cheek: "We can have some tea in bed and I stole some cake from the party."

You raise his eyebrows at him, sounds more like a Thomas' thing to do.

"I'm full of surprises! It's shaped like little bats, how could I not?" He laughs and you kiss him lovingly. Thomas looks at the floor, you kiss him as well. Not because you feel sorry for him, but because you want to. Ethan smiles at you both.

You all have tea together in bed, the cake Ethan nicked from the party on a plate between you. You are talking more about Ethan's earlier life, but also about Thomas' earlier life - your head rests on Ethan's shoulder. Thomas tells you something about another stint in hell because he refused to get a soul from someone who didn't want to let it go, but that after this he met Vic. And how he mostly prefers being a chaotic, independent demon over being an angel bound to heaven. It eases you a little bit.

When all the cake is eaten and the teacups are empty, Thomas wants to leave and go to his own bed. Ethan and you look at each other, it's not an option. You pull him back into bed and Thomas smiles shyly at both at you but doesn't complain.

Thomas was right, he has the fluffiest wings, it's the most comforting experience, there's still a thunderstorm outside: You fall asleep with Thomas' wings wrapped around Ethan and your own body.

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Trivia (aka useless facts about this, with me, a section no one ever asked for):

Elle Woods - Legally BlondeCher Horowitz - Clueless Lilies and roses - Lilies represent the Holy Spirit and stand for the link to the afterlife. Roses "attract angels of love" and they strengthen and cultivate new relationships. Bookstores in Italy - The first bookstore in Italy was opened in 1810 in Genoa Legend about Pope Sylvester II - The legend says he played dice with the devil to become pope

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Paper Men: Ch. 27 Preview #2

With the full release just days away (I'm gonna try to have it up by Sunday, but worst-case scenario, it'll be up early next week, and it'll be totally awesome!), here's a special preview featuring Belch and Vic.❤️

The afternoon hadn’t gone so well for Victor Criss, either.

Thanks to Henry Bowers and his little lunchtime temper tantrum, Vic was almost twenty minutes late for his sixth-period government class. He walked in just as the last two students were turning in their quizzes, and when he asked Mr. Briggs if he could take the quiz during the second half of class, Mr. Briggs said no because he didn’t want Vic to miss his lecture: “These lectures are crucial to your understanding of the course.”

No, Vic wanted to say to him, your lectures are unresearched, uninspired, and taken directly from the textbook. Half the time I don’t even listen to you.

Instead, he just glared at his teacher with an exhausted, exasperated stare, which he supposed delivered the same message.

Judging by his teacher’s expression, it had.

“Look, I’m sorry, Victor. If you want to make up the quiz, you’re going to have to come in early tomorrow. Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to give you a zero.”

Come in early? On a Tuesday?

Screw it, Vic thought, my GPA can afford the hit, so he accepted his goose egg and chucked it over his shoulder.

He spent the rest of the afternoon going through the usual motions: go to his locker, switch books, go to class, sit down, zone out, wait for the teacher to give the assignment, start said assignment, zone out again, brace himself for the loud

BRRRRRRING!

The final bell burred directly over Vic’s head, making him flinch in his chair and drop his head into his hands. The damned thing was so loud, it might as well have been rattling around in his skull. Then came the excited chatter of thirty students talking all at once. Vic didn’t care how excited Kelly was to go to the mall or how “totally bummed” Mark was now that he had to go to detention. Vic had detention too, but you didn’t hear him complaining about it (although he was, constantly, in his head). He closed his notebook and textbook, stacked them into a pile, and tucked it under his arm before heading out the door.

The hallway seemed to go on forever. Classroom doors whipped open and closed, open and closed, releasing hordes of rowdy teenagers eager to leave. Vic kept his head down the whole time, staring at his boots, counting his steady, silent footfalls, and with each door he passed, the sound swelled around him. Every little noise—a cough, a laugh, a swish-swish of fabric—crashed together into a raging wave that flooded Vic’s senses. He could hear everything. He could hear nothing. His head throbbed and his body ached. His skin felt prickly and tight. When Vic finally reached his locker, he whipped it open, shoved his head inside the dark space above the shelf, and took a few slow breaths through his nose until he started to calm down.

Then he felt someone slump down beside him, and a grating, feminine voice said, “No offense, Vic, but your little girlfriend’s kind of a major bitch.”

Vic breathed out a sigh and even that was too loud in his current state. He buried his head deeper into his locker and wondered if she would just go away if he ignored her long enough.

But then again Christie Gibson was awfully persistent, like a fly that refused to buzz off.

“I don’t know what that means,” Vic said, annoyed, his voice echoing inside his metal cave.

“Tozier. I tried talking to her today and she totally wigged out on me! Like, I dunno what was worse: that fake nice bullshit—that was totally transparent, by the way—or her frantic babbling about coffee or whatever the fuck she was going on about. I dunno, I couldn’t make out a word of what she was saying. She said she wanted to give me advice or something, and I was just like, What? What are you even talking about? You know, she should be thanking me! I totally kicked her ass in the student council vote, but someone made me drop outta the race…”

“You don’t care about student council,” Vic said, his voice a low rumble.

“So? You never know, I might’ve been good at it.”

“Trust me, you wouldn’t have, and besides, you don’t care about student council.”

“Whatever… still might’ve been fun.”

Her hand landed on his shoulder like a slithering worm. Vic shrugged it away.

“Look, here she comes now. Watch this, Vic.”

Vic reluctantly pulled his head out of his locker and turned around, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the change in light. Evelyn had just come around the corner in his mother’s bright yellow dress, her arms crossed in front of her, right hand rubbing and squeezing her left bicep. When she got within earshot, Christie said, “Hey, Tozier!” and Evelyn turned her head to acknowledge them. By now, it was practically an instinct for her, like muscle memory or something. Whenever someone said her name, Evelyn sprang to life like a wind-up doll, just like she was doing now. Her eyes popped open a little wider and brightened. Her mouth transformed into a picture-perfect smile, began to deliver an enthusiastic “Hi!” but then it just stopped and hung open, as if a pebble had gotten stuck in one of her gears. Evelyn drew back a step. Her eyes darkened, went to Vic, then to Christie, then back to Vic, and she gave them both a polite but noticeably stiff, “Hi,” before shuffling past them.

Christie snapped her fingers and pointed at Evelyn’s back. “See? Bitch!”

“Don’t call her a bitch,” Vic said, but even he had to admit that was a little odd. “Hey, what were you talking to Evelyn for, anyway?”

Christie raised her eyebrows at him. “Huh?”

“Why were you talking to Evelyn?”

Christie shrank away from him, then folded her arms over her chest and burrowed inside her oversized denim jacket. “Hey, I can talk to whoever I want, Vic. It’s not like I need your permission.”

Vic’s eyes hardened. “Why were you talking to Evelyn?”

“I just wanted to say hi and compliment her dress, that’s all. What? I’m not allowed to be nice to my fellow classmates?” She stuck her thumb between her lips and started chewing on her nail. Under her breath, she said, “Jeez, I was just trying to do you a favor…”

“You wanna do me a favor?” Vic said. “Stop talking to Evelyn.”

“Oh, fine! Not like I’m dying to talk to her again, anyway…” Christie took her thumb out of her mouth and shoved both hands into her pockets. “So you got my Green River CD?”

“Yeah. Here.”

Vic pulled the CD out of his backpack and handed it to her.

“Well? Thoughts?”

“Uh… not really my thing,” Vic said, but honestly, he couldn’t even remember what the band sounded like.

Christie clutched her chest in distress. “Really? Green River isn’t your thing? Boy, you are a tough nut to crack, Criss… but I’ll getcha, oh, I’ll getcha. I will find your music soulmate and you’ll live happily ever after, just like me and Stevie Nicks.”

She clasped her hands together in a silent prayer of thanks. Right now, Vic was saying a little prayer of his own: to be rid of Christie Gibson and have a few seconds of peace and quiet.

“Y’know your roots are startin’ to show,” Christie said. “You want me to touch ‘em up for you?”

Vic ran his hand through his hair, thinking.

It’s weird, and it’s ugly, and it doesn’t suit you at all!

“I dunno.”

“Oh?” Christie tipped her head curiously. “What, you thinkin’ about goin’ back?”

“I dunno… maybe.”

“‘Cause I can take you back if you want. Won’t be quite the same as your natural color, but I could probably get it pretty damn close.”

“Maybe,” Vic said, and they both turned to greet Belch Huggins.

He walked up to them while shaking his head, looking tired and frustrated, but he perked up a little when Christie Gibson’s eyes met his. Her smile was like sunshine. It always made his stomach flutter.

Nevertheless, he said, “Can you believe I got another day of detention over this bullshit?”

“Yup,” Vic said. He had gotten another day added to his sentence too, and all so he could watch Henry Bowers sulk in the front seat like a three-year-old until Evelyn Tozier gave him exactly what he wanted: attention. “I don’t even care anymore. They already gave me three weeks, what’s another day?”

Christie scoffed at them both. “God, you two are poster boys for the dangers of peer pressure… Hey, why’d you boneheads take her shirts, anyway?”

“I dunno,” Belch moaned. “Why do we do anything?”

It was just supposed to be a harmless prank, something to get Henry and Evelyn talking again. The last four months had been unbearably tense. Henry had been strangely quiet and extra irritable all summer, and Belch knew it was because of Evelyn (because somehow it was always because of Evelyn). He thought if he took her shirts, Evelyn would go to Henry to get them back, and they would finally squash whatever happened between them. He wasn’t expecting Henry’s temper to flare up and explode like it did, and he definitely wasn’t expecting Patrick Hockstetter to pour more gasoline on the fire. Lots of mistakes were made that day. Belch Huggins regretted every single one of them.

Because, boy, did it put a damper on his sex life.

Now Christie Gibson was turning to him with that familiar twinkle in her eyes. “Hey, can you give me a ride home from work tonight?”

“I can’t, remember? I’m not allowed to take the car out without my mom’s permission.”

“Oh, come on, please!”

“I can’t!”

“You’re really gonna make me walk home by myself that late at night? Past that creepy house? Reggie, I thought your mom raised you better than that.”

“Oh, don’t pull that card…”

“I’m just saying… next time I see your mom, I’m gonna tell her you made me walk home and I don’t think she’s gonna be very happy with you. I mean, what’s more important? Blindly following some rule? Or being chivalrous and seeing a young lady home?”

“Chris…”

“Please, Reg! I’ll even call your mom and tell her if it’ll make you feel better.”

“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll pick you up.”

“Oh my god, thank you!” Christie lunged toward him, caught herself at the last second, and rocked back onto her heels, a deep blush rising to her freckled cheeks. She pressed the CD case to her nose in a vain attempt to hide it. “So, umm, I should probably get going, huh? Okay, well… have fun in detention, you guys!”

She spun around and sped off down the hallway.

Vic shot Belch a little smirk. “So you’re gonna give her a ride, Reg?”

“Shut up,” Belch said. He took off his cap, swiped his hand through his hair, and put it back on.

Now he was looking at Vic with a troubled frown. “Hey, what are we gonna do about Henry and Evelyn? ‘Cause what happened back at lunch, that was really freaky, wasn’t it? I mean, I’ve never seen him like that. Never. Not even at his worst. He was just… gone, man. You could see it in his eyes.”

Vic shrugged. “I wasn’t really planning on doing anything, honestly.”

That was Henry and Evelyn’s problem. It had nothing to do with him.

“Okay, yeah,” Belch said with a nervous chuckle. He started rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, this will all blow over, right? Patrick had his fun. He pissed Henry off, got him to explode. Now we just gotta wait for the dust to settle and things will eventually go back to normal, right? ‘Cause things will go back to normal. They have to, don’t they? There’s no way Evelyn would… She wouldn’t actually…” He broke into a confident, almost cocky laugh. “No… No way! I’ve seen Patrick pull off some crazy shit with the girls here, but Evelyn’s way too smart to fall for his bullshit. Yeah, there’s no way she’d ever…”

Silence fell around them. In it, they were both thinking the same thing:

She didn’t push his hand away.

Vic slammed his locker shut. The sound made Belch jump.

“Hey, I gotta go, man.”

“Huh?” said Belch. “But we got detention.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll be there. I’ve just, uh… I’ve got some shit to take care of, that’s all.”

Now more than ever, Victor Criss needed to release some tension.

After throwing Belch a quick nod goodbye, Vic went down the hallway, marched straight through the junior locker area, and briefly locked eyes with the quivering, whimpering Seth McFadden.

Without breaking his stride, Vic said, “Let’s get this over with, Seth.”

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I have a memory stick that I use for listening to music to in the car. The songs play alphabetically and recently I noticed that it took a REALLY long time to get through songs starting with the word "don't". Like to work and back. More than once.

I don't know, it amused me.

I've listed them under the cut so you can laugh at me if you like.

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper - The Mutton Birds

(Don’t Go Back to) Rockville - REM

Don’t - Elvis Presley

Don’t - Ed Sheeran

Don’t - Bryson Tiller

Don’t Be Cruel - Elvis Presley

Don’t Be Shy - Cat Stevens

Don’t Be Taken In - The Dave Clark Five

Don’t Blame Me - Peggy Lee

Don’t Bother Me - The Beatles

Don’t Bring Me Down - ELO

Don’t Call Me Baby - Voice of the Beehive

Don’t Call on Me - The Monkees

Don’t Cha Wanna Ride - Joss Stone

Don’t Change - INXS

Don’t Come Around Here No More - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Don’t Come the Cowboy With Me Sonny Jim! - Kirsty MacColl

Don’t Crash the Car Tonight - Mary’s Danish

Don’t Cry for Me Argentina - Me First and the Gimme Gimmes

Don’t Cry, Baby - Etta James

Don’t Cry - Asia

Don’t Deceive Me (Please Don’t Go) - James Newton Howard (Primal Fear soundtrack)

Don’t Do Me Like That - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Don’t Dream it’s Over - Crowded House

Don’t Dream of Anybody But Me - Bobby Darin

Don’t Eat Yellow Snow - Frank Zappa

Don’t Ever Change - The Beatles

Don’t Forget Me - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Don’t Forget to Dance - The Kinks

Don’t Get Around Much Anymore - Tony Bennett (featuring Michael Buble)

Don’t Get Me Wrong - The Pretenders

Don’t Give Up - Peter Gabriel (featuring Kate Bush)

Don’t Give Up on Us - David Soul

Don’t Go Away - Oasis

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John (featuring Kiki Dee)

Don’t Go Home - Kirsty MacColl

Don’t Go - Yaz

Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue - Crystal Gayle

Don’t Keep it a Secret - Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys

Don’t Know How - Joss Stone

Don’t Know Why - Norah Jones

Don’t Leave Me That Way - Thelma Houston

Don’t Let Go of the Coat - The Who

Don’t Let Him Go - REM Speedwagon

Don’t Let Me Be Lonely Tonight - James Taylor

Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood - The Animals

Don’t Let Me Down, Gently - The Wonder Stuff

Don’t Let Me Down (Naked) - The Beatles

Don’t Let the Sun Catch You Crying - Gerry and the Pacemakers

Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me - George Michael and Elton John

Don’t Look Away - The Who

Don’t Look Back in Anger - Oasis

Don’t Lose Your Temper - XTC

Don’t Make Me Wait - Locksley

Don’t Make Promises - Paul Weller

Don’t Mind - Kent Jones

Don’t Pass Me By - The Beatles

Don’t Pay the Ferryman - Chris DeBurgh

Don’t Pull Your Love Out - Hamilton, Joe Frank and Reynolds

Don’t Put Me Down - Jimmy Liggins and His Drops of Joy

Don’t Put Your Daughter on the Stage Mrs. Worthington - Vic Reeves

Don’t Rain On My Parade - Bobby Darin

Don’t Sleep in the Subway - Petula Clark

Don’t Speak - No Doubt

Don’t Stand So Close to Me - The Police

Don’t Start Now - Dua Lipa

Don’t Stop ’Til You Get Enough - Michael Jackson

Don’t Stop Believin’ - Journey

Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

Don’t Stop the Music - Yarbrough and Peoples

Don’t Stop - Fleetwood Mac

Don’t Take Your Guns to Town - Johnny Cash

Don’t Tell Me - Ruel

Don’t Think of Me - Dido

Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright - Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons

Don’t Turn Around - Aswad

Don’t Wanna Be Like That - Joe Jackson

Don’t Wanna Know - Maroon 5 (featuring Kendrick Lemar)

Don’t Worry ‘Bout Me/I’m in the Mood For Love - Louie Prima

Don’t Worry ‘Bout Me - Django Reinhardt

Don’t Worry Baby - The Beach Boys

Don’t Worry Be Happy - Bobby McFerrin

Don’t Worry - Marty Robbins

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds

Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am - Fall Out Boy

Don’t You Want Me - Human League

#personal #don't #song list

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Frankenberry and the Fruit Brute (A Frankenwolf Fic)

I'm sure somebody in the Frankenwolf fandom has come up with this idea before, but I got a box of Frankenberry for Halloween (actually, I got it about a month ago, but it's a large box and I don't eat cereal every morning so I still have some lol) and I couldn't resist! Blame General Mills for making a Frankenstein cereal and a werewolf cereal. This is one of my few, if not my first, foray into writing a holiday fic, I honestly forget at this point, so it was such a fun little thing to do! If you're saying to yourself, Martian, what are you doing, it's not Halloween yet! rest assured there is method to this particular madness: October 27th is Frankenstein Friday! So you get this early as a treat! Read on and enjoy!

Victor set his bag down next to the door, which he pushed closed behind him with his foot, and began unwrapping himself from all the layers of cold-weather clothes he was wearing. It was only October, but on the coast of Maine it got chilly fast. His overcoat, brought over from the Land Without Color by the curse, he hung carefully on a hook in the hall; it was durable and warm, not to mention stylish, and he didn’t want to rip it. The red knit gloves and scarf went on a table next to Ruby’s grey ones. His sweater vest (also stylish, but far too warm for wearing in the house with the heat on) he pulled over his head and dropped in the laundry room on his way to the kitchen.

The moment he saw Ruby leaning against the counter with a wolf-that-ate-the-canary grin, he knew he was in trouble. “Alright, what is it this time?” Surely not another dog; Ruby had already twisted his arm into bringing home two shaggy hounds from the shelter, who were probably curled up in the living room in front of the fireplace. They were the laziest animals Victor had ever met.

“Guess what I found at the store,” Ruby said. She didn’t wait for Victor to actually make his guess, whipping out a box of cereal from the cabinet behind her. “Ta-da!”

Victor stared at the cartoon mascot on the box for a minute. “Is that—Ruby, that’s ridiculous.” The cereal was labelled Franken Berry, and the mascot who shared the name was bright pink from head to foot, with a chain draped around his neck and slightly robotic features forming a wide, somewhat vacant-looking grin.

Ruby laughed. “It’s hilarious, Vic,” she said. “And it tastes good.”

Victor raised an eyebrow at the monster mascot. “Instead of Frankenstein standing for life, my family name stands for pink Halloween cereal,” he grumbled. “Well, if I can’t beat em, I might as well join em.” Cereal for dinner—why not? He had to know if it was as good as Ruby said.

He would probably never admit out loud that it was.

……

The next afternoon Victor stopped at the store on his way home from the hospital to pick up batteries and dog biscuits; the TV remote was only half-working, and the dogs became even lazier if they didn’t have their little bone-shaped snacks to motivate them.

As he passed the cereal aisle, the gaudy display of General Mills Halloween-themed ones caught his eye. He glared at the Frankenstein for a minute, then looked to see what other flavors they had. Count Chocula…maybe later, he did have a fondness for chocolate cereals.

Wait a minute.

Fruit Brute. The instant Victor saw the werewolf on the box wearing pink, green, and orange striped overalls, he knew he had to get it. He added it to his basket of groceries, already cackling inwardly at what he imagined Ruby’s reaction would be.

He wasn’t disappointed. When he presented the box, grinning, Ruby looked stunned for a minute, then burst out protesting and laughing at the same time. “My fashion sense is better than that!” she howled. “Those pants are horrible! At least your guy stuck to one color!”

Victor laughed triumphantly. Having gotten his revenge, he was just about ready to stick both boxes in the pantry and let the whole thing rest.

Then he saw the look coming across Ruby’s face and knew he was in trouble. “Hey, Vic, you know how Snow and Charming win the couples’ costume contest in the town square every year?” she said. “Maybe it’s time they get dethroned.”

Victor only needed a moment to consider it; he knew Ruby wouldn’t relent, and if he was being honest he liked the idea of taking the Charmings down. “You’re on, sweetheart,” he said.

…….

On Halloween, the two of them left the house all dolled up in their mascot costumes just as it was starting to get dark. The sky was a beautiful shade of dusky purple, and the streetlamps were coming on—the ones on Main Street had been decorated with covers that looked like jack-o’-lanterns, and the fairy lights strung from one to the other were in little ghost shapes.

“It’s a beautiful night for defeating the champions,” Ruby said, squeezing Victor’s arm with excitement. He loved this competitive side of her.

Sure, they both looked a little ridiculous; Ruby in a brown unitard absolutely covered with fake fur, plus a pair of pants she’d made herself to match the striped ones the wolf on the box wore, and Victor in magenta version of his usual lab coat and plastic chains draped around his neck spray-painted pink. But the Charmings weren’t laughing for long—not when Victor and Ruby were finally pronounced the winners of the couples’ costume contest and took a triumphant victory lap around the town square, then collected their prize: coupons to a new cafe that had opened a couple of weeks ago.

And when they went to the cafe the very next day, and Victor was sitting across from Ruby, watching her sip from a mug of spiced hot chocolate in a soft, cozy red sweater, he had to admit those stupid cereal mascots had done him a favor.

#ouat #once upon a time #victor frankenstein #ruby lucas #red riding hood #frankenwolf #victor x ruby #ruby x victor #halloween #halloween fic #frankenberry #fruit brute #frankenstein friday #fic #couples costume #martianbugsbunny writes fic

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@lucretia-my-affection

For favorite Brett/Suede interviews I recommend these:

This one where Mat pets a dog the whole time and Brett pretends to not know who David Bowie is

This one featuring two gorgeous performances plus the Bingo Wall of Death

This set of three videos (part 1, part 2, part 3) featuring Brett and Simon from 1997. Brett asserts he's "Very well behaved." and "litter trained" in part 2 and part 3 features a very nice Brett laugh.

This one where Brett asserts he's a "Sex symbol for blind people." and Neil nods solemnly in response.

This one's not quite an interview, but I love it all the same. Footage from the 1994 NME awards afterparty featuring a very drunk Brett and comedian Vic Reeves

This interview where the interviewer seems very taken with Neil and Brett and Simon tease her a bit for it

The INFAMOUS Paula Yates Big Breakfast interview, where Brett is extremely high but still very cute and funny

Sometimes Brett shakes his saucy buttocks

This short clip of Brett and Richard and Richard is holding a stuffed cat

There's so many more but this will do for now ✨

#suede

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THIRTEEN DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

Not sure what to do with yourself during these strange few days between Christmas and New Year's? Are you a fan of Next Gen Harry Potter fanfic?

Relive the holiday spirit with thirteen days' worth of fun, festive Next Gen goodness — seasonal one-shots for each of the thirteen Weasley-Potter grandkids (including Teddy, of course). All chapters feature artwork by the lovely, talented @thecatisdrawing. 🎄 ❄️ ❤️

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⬇️ Chapter Breakdown Below the Cut ⬇️

Day 1: Victoire

Genre: Romance/Family Song Prompt: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas Snippet: Victoire turned to smile down at her own mug of cocoa. It was bright yellow and ceramic, clearly homemade, uneven and chipped in a few places—one of the mugs Teddy had nicked from his grandmother's kitchen, when he and Victoire had first moved to Islington all those years ago. Painted untidily across the surface, in purple capital letters, was the word 'DORA.'

For a long moment, she gazed down at the mug, gently tracing her fingers over the messy handwriting. She could picture it vividly—a little girl with bright purple hair, perhaps as small as Isaac, her face scrunched up in concentration as she smeared letters on clay with a too-big paintbrush. Victoire pressed her lips together against the lump that emerged in her throat. She knew, in her mind, that they had lived—she had seen the photos, the Order of Merlin medals, the gravestone in Hogsmeade, and she'd heard the nostalgic stories from her parents, aunts, and uncles—but to Victoire, they had always felt most real when she tried to picture the mundane parts of their lives. The life they could have lived.

It probably would have been a lot like hers.

Day 2: James Sirius

Genre: Romance Song Prompt: Cold December Night Snippet: "I've got a date."

Somehow, that got her attention. She didn't look up from her report, but she briefly stilled, her quill pausing over her parchment.

"My cousin Louis sorted it," James continued in a rush, eager to capitalize on the short moment of her awareness he'd snagged. "His wife heard I was single again for the holidays and took pity on me. She's set me up with one of her old school friends from Beauxbat—"

"I should send this poor girl a letter," Alice cut in sardonically. "Warn her what she's gotten herself into."

He waggled his eyebrows at her. "You're just jealous you won't have me here in the office all month."

"You know, I am jealous. Jealous that she hasn't met you yet."

Day 3: Dominique

Genre: Romance/Family Song Prompt: What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? Snippet: She swallowed, averting her gaze from Victoire's. Inexplicably, her thoughts drifted to Malcolm—to his easy smiles at press conferences, his teasing winks and his large hands ruffling her sweaty hair after matches, his friendly nods as he bought her and her teammates drinks at after-parties. She thought of the way her stomach erupted in knots every time he caught her eye, of the white-hot pulsing in her gut when he laughed at her sarcastic jokes—and she thought about how he never seemed to experience even an ounce of the upheaval that overwhelmed her when they were together. Not once had his relaxed grin faltered.

"I just…it's not like that, Vic," Dominique said finally, despising how small her voice sounded. "It's never been anything but bloke-y between us—I mean, for fuck's sake, he asked me to help him find a birthday present for that Ballycastle Beater he was dating last year," she added witheringly.

"He was dating a Ballycastle Beater?" Victoire asked with interest. "Ooh, was it that one Aunt Angelina always complains about—Violet? No, Vivi—"

"Vic! Focus!"

Day 4: Roxanne

Genre: Romance Song Prompt: All I Want for Christmas Is You Snippet: "I just don't know why…you want to marry me," she said at last; the words left an odd taste in her mouth, and Roxanne realized, faintly, that it was the first time she'd said them aloud. She clenched her jaw to keep her tone steady. "I don't understand why you want to sacrifice all these things that—that you probably never imagined a relationship without—all these things that, if you'd had drinks with a different girl in Hogsmeade…you'd probably have by now."

Henry's eyes were wide. "Roxanne, I don't—I have never once—"

"If you'd gone to Hogsmeade with Cecilia Hyslop, you might already be married! You might be buying a house in Maida Vale and having twins in three months!" she cried, her voice cracking. "Why can't you just admit it?"

"Because I don't imagine my life with Cecilia Hyslop!" Henry said loudly. "I never fucking have!"

They were both breathing hard. They looked at each other a second longer; then, in unison, they lunged forward and kissed fiercely.

Day 5: Albus Severus

Genre: Romance/Family Song Prompt: (There's No Place Like) Home for the Holidays Snippet: "My parents might never forgive me if I take your dad's name," he said dryly, glancing past Emily at Zacharias's table. "Difficult as I've made things on Dad over the years, I think I'll draw the line at that."

Emily pressed her lips together against her amusement. "Fair enough."

Albus shook his head, tangling his fingers in Emily's long, dark hair. For a few moments, they sat in contented silence, and he found himself basking, as he always did, in the quiet ease. Everything with Emily had been like that, from the beginning, uncomplicated in a way nothing else had ever felt to him.

Dad had told him once, during one of their Mind Healing sessions, that things had felt like that with Mum, too, back when they were at Hogwarts together. After all the times in his moody teenage years that Albus had wished he could be less like his father, he was nothing but grateful now that this was something they shared.

Day 6: Molly II

Genre: Romance Song Prompt: Last Christmas Snippet: The shop assistant smiled bemusedly, but he leaned down and heaved the enormous gramophone into his arms again. "Will you be wanting some music as well?"

"No need," Molly said quickly, walking behind him to the clerk's counter. "I'm sure my aunt has something I can borrow for Christmas. But, er—thanks—" she glanced at his name tag, "—Desmond." Frowning thoughtfully, she cocked her head to the side. "Irish name, isn't it?"

Desmond set the gramophone down on the counter. "Dunno," he shrugged. "Cardiff, born and raised." As he said it, the lilt in his accent became more pronounced. "My mam just liked the name—from that beetles song."

Beetles song…Molly stared at Desmond, her mind so blank that she couldn't have rubbed two thoughts together if she tried.

Fuck. If this was an official work call, she would have been out a job before Christmas.

Day 7: Lucy

Genre: Romance/Family/Friendship Song Prompt: Please Come Home for Christmas Snippet: "Three years…" Lucy crossed her arms. "It doesn't seem like much now," she said quietly, "but what if he gets—bored?"

Molly frowned. "Has he given you that impression?"

"Well, no, but—"

"Has it seemed like he's looking elsewhere? Keeping his options open?" Molly asked, sounding angry.

"What? No—!"

"Has he been acting shifty? Working late? Throwing out his post? Cutting his hair differently?"

"No—fucking hell, Mol! Of course not…" Lucy trailed off, eyeing Molly with disbelief. "How the hell do you know so much about it?"

Molly snorted, but Lucy thought she saw her sister's expression shutter for a brief second. "I read too many of Mum's sappy Enchanted Encounters novels when I was a teenager—those books always expected you to be shocked the protagonist was about to uncover a shitty boyfriend in the second chapter instead of a surprise proposal."

Day 8: Lily Luna

Genre: Romance/Family Song Prompt: Angels Among Us Snippet: Lily took her husband's hand and together, they made their way into the cottage's cozy sitting room, where Dad had already lit a fire in the fireplace and was now settling into his armchair. Heart racing a little, Lily took a seat on the sofa opposite her father. She felt Jax squeeze her fingers.

"So," Dad smiled across the coffee table at her. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Well…" Lily said slowly, exchanging a half-glance with Jax. "We have some news."

"News?"

Lily jumped.

Mum had appeared in the sitting room doorway, and there was an expression of mingled hope and fear on her freckled face that was painfully familiar—it was an expression that Lily too had worn, off and on, for the past two years.

Day 9: Hugo

Genre: Romance Song Prompt: Blue Christmas Snippet: "They're all happy and coupled up," Hugo continued bitterly, swilling his drink in his glass. "They don't need me ruining the vibe."

"Hmm," Edgar said slowly. "You know, you sound like a bit of an idiot."

It took a few moments for the words, spoken so plainly, to permeate the hazy curtain of firewhisky around Hugo's brain. At last, he spluttered, sitting upright and gaping at the barman. "Excuse me?"

Edgar was unfazed. Bracing his tattooed arms on the counter, he leaned across the bar toward Hugo. "I bet your family would love to have you, even with all your whinging. Any of 'em reach out?"

Hugo felt his ears burn with heat, and he glowered at the man, opening his mouth angrily—but no words came out. Oh, they had reached out. Of course they had—one could expect nothing less from his enormous, noisy, nosy family. His mum, Rose, and Lily wrote every day, and Roxy and Henry had started popping by his office in Diagon Alley during lunch, as though they could irritate him into coming to their place for Christmas.

Day 10: Freddie

Genre: Friendship/Family Song Prompt: Happy Xmas (War Is Over) Snippet: Every year, for as long as he could remember, Freddie Weasley had spent the evening of the twenty-third of December at Oliver and Katie Wood's cozy cottage in Inverness. His parents called it the annual reunion of the best Gryffindor Quidditch team ever. Freddie preferred to call it an excuse for his parents and their friends to unblushingly work their way through twelve bottles of wine.

Every year, the little gathering played out in exactly the same way. Dad and Lee would start the evening off by testing a new joke shop product on someone—usually Uncle Harry. ("Don't worry, Harry, it won't kill you," Dad would say. "And even if it did, you'd just come back," Lee would add.)

It would take four glasses of wine, precisely, to reduce Mum, Alicia, Katie, and Auntie Ginny to a group of gossipy schoolgirls. The four women would spend the rest of the night giggling furiously whenever their husbands so much as looked their way.

And every, single year, at some point during the night—usually the halfway point, once he'd imbibed enough alcohol—Oliver became very emotional over his last Quidditch match at Hogwarts. He'd spend at least fifteen minutes sobbing into Uncle Harry's collar.

Day 11: Louis

Genre: Romance Song Prompt: Noël à Paris Snippet: "Vairy funny," she muttered, a small flush rising up her cheekbones as she brushed a curl of sweaty red hair back from his forehead. "You 'ave a fever—I do not know if you should see your family tonight."

"I'm not," he whispered gruffly. His eyes fluttered at the feel of her fingers stroking gently through his hair. "My parents and sisters are in Marseilles for Réveillon."

"You did not go with zem?"

"I'm on deadline."

"Why not your grandparents' 'ouse in England, zen?"

"I'm on deadline," he repeated.

"Zat is starting to sound like an excuse."

"It sounds better than 'I'm pining alone because the girl I fancy has ignored half a dozen of my letters,' doesn't it?"

Day 12: Rose

Genre: Romance/Family Song Prompt: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus Snippet: "Hey," Rose said quietly, reaching out and taking his hand. "Where's this coming from? We're hardly ancient, Scorpius—we're wizards. We've got decades ahead of us."

Scorpius's jaw clenched. Rose peered at him closely, pressing her lips together against the sudden tightness in her throat.

They did not speak often of his mother. Her untimely death had devastated Scorpius—and his father—so thoroughly that Rose could not bear the pain it caused him to remember the many things he had loved about her. Albus had met her a few times, had been there for Scorpius in the very worst days of their third year, but Rose had learned of Astoria mostly in bits and bobs, in odds and ends of old, fond memories—and it had become clear to her, over the years, that the joyful, persistent, fiercely loving man she'd married was every bit Astoria's son.

She was certain that Astoria had loved Christmas, too. That she had roused her grouchy husband in the middle of the night to help her wrap presents for their son. That she had dreamed of many Christmases she'd never made it to.

That Malfoy Manor had become a much quieter place in her absence.

Day 13: Teddy

Genre: Romance Song Prompt: This Christmas Snippet: It took Teddy a good five minutes to realize that the pounding racket in his head was not, in fact, his brain attempting to escape his skull. Rather, it was coming from outside the comfort and security of his closed eyeballs—from the front door of his flat, to be exact. By the time he had come to his senses enough to recognize the sound for what it was, his best friend Travis had begun adding to the din by banging on the wall that separated Teddy's bedroom from their flat's shared bathroom.

"Get the bloody door, Lupin, or I'll bring my hangover into your room!"

Normally, Teddy might have argued. But after seven years of friendship, Teddy knew not to take Travis's threats—or nausea-filled hangovers—lightly. With a long, loud groan, Teddy slowly dragged himself out of his quilts and began staggering down the flat's dark hallway, grumbling under his breath all the while.

"Fucking hell…Boxing Day…some of us like a lie-in…"

Running a hand through his disheveled green hair, Teddy pulled open the front door. His jaw dropped.

"Vic?" he gasped. "I—I thought you were in France!"

#hp fanfic #harry potter next generation #harry potter next gen #hp next gen fanfic #holiday fic #christmas fic

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Into the Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Nine

“Good morning guys” you say as Vic, Kylo and Kuruk sauntered into the recording booth. “Hi Y/N how are you?” Vic says, taking a swig of his coffee. “I’m good, thank you” you say, swinging your chair to face them. “Ready to go?” Vic and Kuruk respond with concurrent yeses but Kylo says nothing.

He moves away from you and sits on the couch, never looking at you. Your heart falls a little bit as you look at him. This doesn’t seem like the same man who kissed you stupid just two days ago. Even though your feelings were a bit hurt, you still had a job to do.

“So today recording vocals for Battered and Closer right?” you said schooling your features. If he wants to be an aloof bastard, so could you. “Yep” Vic said, smiling at you as he headed for the door. “Okay, I have it all set up in there, just let me know when you're ready to start" you say. “Sounds perfect” he says, throwing you a saucy wink.

As you listen to Vic belt out the chorus, you realize you never told Kylo what you wanted to be to each other, or what you wanted this to be. No wonder he had been silent for most of the session. God, you were so stupid. But as the session went on, his silence started to scare you.

You really don’t know him that well. This could be something he did. Could you talk to him about this without him laughing in your face and deciding now this wasn’t worth his time? You wince as you feel the twinge of a stress headache coming on. Great.

Kylo and Kuruk’s backup vocals go quickly after Vic finishes up. You were surprised at Kylo’s vocal range, complete with low growls and screams. He honestly could rival Vic vocal talent wise, even though Vic had a much cleaner melodic top voice. You thanked the men for their time and began to clean up the space for the next session.

A low “hi beautiful” surprises you, causing your breath to hitch. As you look up, you see Kylo picking up trash near the couch. “Hi” you say coldly, wanted to get out of here quickly so you could collect yourself in private. You jump at the feeling of his hands on your arms. “Hey, Y/N what’s wrong?” he says, rubbing them softly. You looked into his soft amber eyes and suddenly felt pathetic.

“Um…don’t worry about it, it's stupid” you said, shaking your head. His hand catches your chin. “If its bothering you then it isn’t stupid” he mumbles, kissing your nose. “Okay, umm… I just…I…I just got in my head about us” you say, avoiding his eyes.

“Oh, that’s all” he chuckled as he hugged you. A large hand cradled your head into his chest. “I’m sorry baby girl that I was moody today, I didn't mean to ignore you.” You nod but say nothing. “Baby girl, like I told you before we can be whatever you want us to be. I will follow your lead on all this" he said as he swayed you slowly.

"Plus, the guys have a good idea already about us. They know I’m sweet on you" he says smirking. You smile into his chest as the weight lifts from your chest. “Thank you Kylo” you said into his chest. “Your welcome, baby girl” he says, releasing you. He held your hand as he walked you to the door, kissing you softly goodbye.

The next couple days, you two were in almost constant communication. He texted you every morning a good morning beautiful. It made you smile. He snuck small smiles and sat next to you during Wednesday and Thursday sessions. He even snuck in during a recording session with the Sand Scavengers, giving you some opinions as he stole a kiss. His attention made you feel cared for.

Friday was the Knights day off this week and you were busy with editing. You smile as your phone lights up. Hi Beautiful, what do you say to doing something on Saturday? You were surprised but happy that he wanted to see you so soon. You agree quickly and smile at your phone as he sends you details – meet him at the studio after the Knight’s weekend session and that the rest would be a surprise. All he told you was to wear pants and comfortable shoes.

You woke up extra early on Saturday, excited yet nervous. You have not been on a date in a long time, being far too busy with your career. You hear the ping of your phone as you apply another layer of mascara. You smile involuntarily seeing who it's from.

Can't wait to see you baby girl, it said. Likewise handsome you respond See you soon. You run your hands through your hair one more time. You look comfortable but cute. Taking a deep breath you grab your wristlet and keys. It’s just Kylo. It will be okay.

—

Kylo paces in the main lobby as he waits for you to arrive. The rest of the Knights have left already. He hopes his plans make you happy. He still felt a twinge of guilt about Wednesday. He didn’t mean for his moodiness to make you worry. He had to be better for you.

He quickly realized that your interest included not-blatant attention. Lots of soft looks, smiles and small touches. You weren’t a fan of excessive PDA. Your constant texting back and forth made him feel secure in his plan for today. He has never done something like this before.

Most of the experiences he’s had have been hot and quick trysts that fizzle out quickly when both parties got what they wanted. But you are different. Yes, you are gorgeous; but there was something else about you that drew him in. You are complicated and real and he was quickly becoming addicted.

A quiet “Hey” breaks him out of his thoughts. He turns and is stunned by you. His eyes roam your body. Your shapely legs wrapped in tight dark denim with dark gray ankle boots. Your tank top perfectly accentuates your breasts and shoulders. Your hair is free, falling softly around your lightly done-up features. He couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Hi” he says as he runs a hand through his hair. He watches you smile at his nervous tick. “You ready to go?” he says, gripping his keys. “Yep!” you say excitedly as you step back to the door. “I think you’ll love it” he mumbles next to your ear, placing a soft kiss on your temple as he holds the door for you. He smiles as your cheeks warm at the attention.

He leads you around the corner to the side parking lot and turns to face you, his large body blocking your view. “You ready?” he asks as he takes your hand and turns. “Oh my god Kylo!” you gasp, your bright eyes soaking up the black and chrome beast in front of you.

Kylo smirks as he watches you gawk at his baby. A Harley Davidson Sportster XL1200 Forty-Eight motorcycle, totally custom built for him. Its chrome duo tailpipes and pristine black paint gleam under the California sun as they walk up to the side. Your reaction was just what he wanted.

"Wow” you whisper as your hand glides over the warm leather seat to the smooth top box/fender combo. “Here ya go” he says as he opens the top box and lifts out a matte black helmet and places it on your head. He savors the feel of your skin as he adjusts and secures the chin strap. “Perfect” he mutters, swiping his thumb along your jaw.

He secures his own helmet and straddles the bike, engine roaring to life. He jesters to the seat behind him and he smiles as you hop on and wrap your arms around him. He hits the Bluetooth button on the side of his helmet. “You ready baby girl” he says, chuckling slightly at your small jump of surprise at the sound. “Yep” you say, squeezing his waist slightly as he hits the throttle.

Thank you for your constant support @asnackdriver, @punk-in-docs, @the-wayward-rose, @thepilotanon amd @ladyzimmerman ❤️🩷❤️

#adam driver #knights of ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren au #kylo ren #rockstar! kylo ren #kylo x y/n

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A moment of Peace

(Central) Characters Featured: Victoria Shard, Noriko Dolion

↳ { Noriko belongs to @/terrovaniadorm }

Others mentioned/featured: Elara Cessair

↳ { Elara also belongs to @/terrovaniadorm }

Pairing: Noriko Dolion & Victoria Shard

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: Non-requested Oneshot! 「 N/A 」

Synopsis: Moments like the ones they shared behind closed doors were scarce, limited all because of the lives they lived. But when those moments came, they treasured them with all their hearts.

Warning(s): Established relationship, Elara is in every Nororia fic because I said so /j, a simp in the premises, really REALLY fluffy, FLIRTY VIC REAL‼️‼️, potentially ooc

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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“I like this.”

“Like what?”

“This,” Victoria motioned to Noriko's face, gently placing a hand over their cheek with the softest of smiles on her face.

Though their face heated up at the sudden display of affection from her, Noriko smiled, leaning into Victoria's touch— their head rested on her lap.

During weekends such as the one they were having at the moment, Victoria and Noriko would switch between each other's dormitories; All so they could spend the rest of the day just… doing things together.

Tonight — a beautiful, silver-mooned, night — they began their activities in Victoria's room, this time around.

The pair sat on her bed in silence, both of which focused on doing two different tasks to keep themselves entertained. All the while giving one another the occasional show of affection every now and again.

Victoria was immersed in her book, whereas Noriko had built their focus on solving the puzzle of keys Elara had dared them to solve earlier that day.

Fiddling with the puzzle, their face scrunched in silent frustration. How bothersome…

They were sure to reprimand Elara the following day for giving them a task so tedious. However, Noriko's pride refused to back down, so regardless of how they felt about the puzzle, they were still somewhat determined to solve it.

And yes, Victoria had offered to assist in solving it— resulting in Noriko politely declining the offer, not only for the sake of their own pride but also to fulfill the need to impress her.

“Honestly, you're such a buffoon,” Elara had told Noriko, once upon a time, “even the simplest show of praise from Vic has you on your knees. You're like some obedient dog.”

He'd silenced the Octavinelle wolf with a scowl, way back when. But upon further contemplation, Noriko felt too embarrassed to admit that Elara had a bit of a point.

In their quest to complete the puzzle, Noriko continued to fiddle with it, pulling at all the different keys in different ways to try and garner them apart.

They ended up dropping the puzzle on their face, eliciting a laugh from Victoria.

Noriko felt his face burn in embarrassment and utter bliss. How beautiful her laugh was, even as he faced a moment of complete humiliation, Noriko likely believed.

Victoria's laugh slowly turned into a gentle chuckle. “Are you alright?” She tilted her head down, brushing her lips over Noriko's brow.

“I'm quite alright,” Noriko chuckled at the brush of contact, themselves, pausing just enough for them to add: “And before you ask, I am in no need of assistance.”

Victoria hummed, eyes wandering between the puzzle in Noriko's hands, and the way Noriko's amber hues locked onto her set of sapphires.

“I wouldn't be quite so sure, Nori,” she pressed her index finger over his nose. “The way you're struggling with that puzzle implies otherwise.”

They huffed at her remark. “I can assure you with as much heart as any honorable gentleman, My Lady, I am in no need of any assistance.”

“Are you sure?”

“Quite.”

“How amusing.”

There came a raise of Noriko's eyebrow.

“How so?” They questioned, uncertain of where this conversation was heading.

“Oh, nothing.”

Victoria's voice turned horribly innocent, feigning an act of purity that she so clearly lacked after years of trial and error.

Adjusting the position they were currently in, Victoria brought Noriko closer to her. Pressing her lips close to their ear in a way that got their face to turn very, very red.

“I just like seeing you so insistent,” she whispered into his ear, kissing his temple in addition to that. “So adorably ambitious, you are, Nori.”

Noriko's face burned. Adorably ambitious? Whatever was she thinking?

With their face abashed, Noriko hid the bearings of their face into the crook of her shoulder; A habit he'd unintentionally picked up after experiencing numerous nightmares, with Victoria always being there to bring comfort after being jolted awake.

Only this time, there were no nightmares at play to elicit this action from them.

In every way that mattered, Victoria preferred that. Giggling to herself, she kissed the top of their head, running her soft hand through his royal blue locks.

They embraced her further, their lips colliding against the base of her neck.

Victoria smirked, raising Noriko's chin with the pad of her fingers. “Don't get too comfortable now, Noriko Dolion.”

He huffed out a small laugh, leaning their foreheads against each other. “I lack a true apology implicit, My Lady.”

She crooned at them, bringing her hands to their face and cradling them close. “Noriko Dolion, you dare challenge me?”

“If it results in hearing that melodious voice of yours, My Lady, I wouldn't be opposed to continuing.”

“Oh my,” she tucked a couple strands of their hair behind their ear, “and where did this newfound confidence come from, then?”

Noriko shrugged, their shoulders sagging as they allowed themselves to relax in this moment— with her, and her alone.

“Think of it as a gift from Elara's never-ending teasing.”

She snorted. “Elara? Elara ‘everything is a game’ Cessair?”

“That Elara, yes. Or are you referring to a different one?”

“I don't believe I know another Elara, Sweetness.”

“Then that's the one I am referencing.”

“Hmm,” Victoria leaned her back upside the headboard of her bed; A midnight purple canopy that seemed to blend into the dark of night when the candles dimmed low.

“Then a thanks is in order for Miss Cessair, indeed.”

“Very much so.”

It hadn't even occurred to her — to either of them, really — that she'd completely abandoned any focus that was had on the book she'd been reading for the past half-hour.

Although Victoria would dare not complain about something so precarious. Not when she had her precious Knight tucked so nicely in her arms, their head resting atop her chest in comfortable bliss.

A sense of peace washed over the both of them. The kind of peace that never came often with how… chaotic, their daily lives were.

Chaotic might not even be the most proper way of describing their everyday life. Dealing with the rest of NRC’s student body: Deadbeat Headmasters, draconic nuisances, playful wolves, and the sort? Quite hectic, such occurrences were.

It was why the couple agreed on having these weekend ‘staycations’.

They didn't need to go anywhere, let alone leave campus grounds regardless of how tempting it felt — they just needed one another.

Enveloped in the arms of the other, in comfort. In peace.

“... Nori.”

Victoria had laid down after a while, still locking Noriko in her embrace. An embrace they never wanted to leave, no longer.

With no reaction, she furrowed her brows, lightly shaking him. “Nori…”

Noriko stirred in their quiet slumber, eventually fluttering open their eyes, his soft amber hues peering through her.

It pierced through her heart in what could only be described as the best in every way imaginable.

“Yes…” Noriko shifted, bringing themselves closer to Victoria. “Mm… What is it, My Lady?”

She smiled at the small gesture. Of bringing him closer to her simply because he wanted to.

All because they loved her more than they probably should.

Victoria didn't know how she got so lucky, with someone as devoted as Noriko. Loving her — imperfect, flawed, and broken her — so wholly, so perfect like the puzzle Noriko had abandoned to be in her warm embrace.

Her smile softened. So enchanting, Noriko always thought whenever the edges of her lips curved upward.

“I love you, Nori.”

Such words were so… Ordinary, in sound. So simple in phrasing— yet the weight of what it meant felt so good when it came from her.

Their noses brushed against one another.

One hand went to the side of Victoria's face, whereas Noriko's free arm wrapped around her waist.

So mesmerizing. Intoxicating. The kind of moment in life that they'd want to live through over and over again, simply to relive it.

She loved them. And they loved her, tenfold. In both the best and worst possible ways of it, Noriko loved Victoria in the only way they knew how.

Through loyalty. Through devotion.

Till death do they part, even if that future was unlikely with the cards life had dealt them.

“I love you too, Victoria.”

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Waking up in the early mornings of whatever weekend became a regular occurrence for Noriko.

Being the Knight that they were, they'd developed the unintentional habit of sleeping a lot less than what the average person required.

But now — with her — Noriko believed that any stresses of the future could be withstood. That he could overcome those difficulties.

Those habits, the worst of them, especially.

Noriko had already believed that, in their eyes, Victoria deserved better than them. With her beauty, her wit, her being— they knew she could have just about anyone.

And yet: She chose them. Of all the people in the world, within the confines of Night Raven, Victoria Shard chose them.

Her most loyal Knight.

They looked down at her slumbering figure in their arms. The night before last, it had been them in her arms.

Suppose our sleeping forms had made this adjustment, they figured in the landscape of their thoughts.

Noriko refused to allow himself to wake her up. Victoria's schedule was — in the least sugar-coated way possible — a mess. It brought an undoubted level of stress in her everyday life in the academy, and the lady had little time to actually let loose in between and after running errands.

It was why Noriko wanted her to cherish moments like the one they were having right then and there for as long as she could. And vice versa.

Noriko smiled despite themselves, their lips making contact with the top of Victoria's hair.

“Sleep well, My Lady.”

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