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another-lost-mc · 9 months

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Hi! I’ve never requested before but I’ve just been thinking about mammon x reader x levi (not mammon and levi with each other obviously) nsfw like what if they’re playing video games together and start to get jealous over mc getting cuddly with the other brother and then smut ensues💕💕. Ignore this if you don’t want to do it/aren’t comfortable with it!!

A/N: I have no problem writing the demons sharing MC as part of a poly!ship. Tag-teaming is kind of hot, right? And let's be real, most of the stuff I write with the twins ends up twisting that way by the end. I've written Mammon x Reader x Levi before (no demoncest obv) so let's pretend this is a little snapshot from the same AU. Their dynamic together is so much fun.

MAMMON x gn!Reader x LEVIATHAN, 1.2k words, NSFW / MDNI

Content/warnings: a little Levi-centric. Contains oral sex, teensy bit of tail-fucking, fingering.

It was supposed to be a relaxing evening together. Mammon is pressed against your back, his chin hooked over your shoulder so he can watch you and Levi play video games. Levi rests comfortably on the floor at your feet, rocking lightly with excitement as he wins the third race in a row. You were so focused on not driving off the rainbow track that you barely noticed the ticklish sensation of smooth scales sliding up your leg and inching up your thigh.

Tonight is Mammon's turn to take you to bed, and he's been fidgeting with the waistband of your pants for the past hour. He was probably hoping your gaming session with Levi would end and his brother could leave. Maybe he wanted to entice you to play a different type of game—one that involved a lot less clothing and watching you bounce on his cock—but he spots Levi's tail gliding across your legs and the fighting begins. You try to break it up as gently as you can—it's not that big of a deal, is it? Levi shakes his head no while Mammon yells of course it is, it's not his turn!

You spent last night in Levi's room. Sometimes he sleeps in your bed instead, but last night he had a raid event and you wanted to be close by to keep him company even if you fell asleep. He felt bad waking you up at some ungodly hour, but he was so thrilled about killing a new raid boss that he just had to tell you. You might not like all the same games as him, but that doesn't stop you from being his number one fan.

He leaned over the edge of his tub and giggled bashfully when you cupped his cheeks and peppered his face with little celebratory kisses. Quick pecks against his lips turned into a heated, desperate kiss when he moaned and licked into your mouth. You tugged his shirt collar and urged him to climb into the tub with you, and he pulled down your sleep pants enough so he could snake his hand and his tail between your legs. It didn't take long for him to coax the first orgasm from you when the tip of his tail teased your hole with the promise of more. He was still licking your cum off his fingers when you pulled down his sweatpants and sucked his cock into your mouth, teasing your gag reflex and choking yourself on his length. He tried to keep his hips from thrusting too deep into the soft, wet heat of your mouth, and when he warned you that he was close, you took him as deep so he came down your throat.

You spent the next hour groping each other and and making out while trying to take off the remaining clothes that kept getting in the way. His cock was hard and throbbing with the overwhelming desire to be inside you, and he finally tore off your underwear and flipped you onto your knees to fuck you from behind. You rolled your hips and met each of his rough, erratic thrusts, the hard smack of his thighs against your ass adding to the lewd sounds of your body squelching obscenely around his cock. He emptied himself inside you and watched his cum leak down your thighs before you both collapsed in a sweaty, sticky pile on top of his blankets. You drifted off to sleep with his quiet snores in your ear and his tail wrapped possessively around your thigh.

Their little spat over Levi's adventurous tail threatens to derail an otherwise perfect day. Sometimes Levi's tail instinctively curls around you if you're close enough. You don't mind at all, but apparently Mammon does. Mammon and Levi start bickering about getting worked up over something so stupid and you had your chance last night, so fuck off. You love them both dearly, but sometimes they can be viciously stubborn, and greedy, and jealous. But that's part of why you love them so much, isn't it?

You sigh loudly and dramatically to get their attention. They both shut up instantly and look a little confused, especially when you turn your head suddenly and kiss Mammon over your shoulder. He grunts when your lips press against his, but he opens his mouth with a groan as he returns your kiss with ravenous hunger. Levi shuffles awkwardly at your feet, but you catch the tip of his tail resting on your knee and slide it back into the warm gap between your thighs. He seems to get the hint and you smile against Mammon's mouth when Levi's tail tickles your inner thighs and presses against the warm space between your legs. He rubs you through your sleep pants and it's embarrassing how wet you are already; there's soft little squelching sounds as your clothes grow damp from your arousal. You rock your hips to increase the friction of his tail against your skin, but the feeling is muted, dulled by too many layers of clothing.

"Greedy little thing, aren't ya, Treasure?" Mammon murmurs against your mouth when he breaks the kiss. He huffs in amusement when you try to chase his lips, but his gaze rakes over your heaving chest and down the bed where you're rutting against the hard, unyielding curve of Levi's tail. Levi is on his knees in front of you, smoothing his palms up and down your calves while he sucks little marks into the delicate skin of your thighs. He glances at you and Mammon from beneath his lashes, and his orange eyes glow slightly as they brighten with excitement and lust.

Mammon grips the hem of your t-shirt and tugs it over your head. Levi licks his lips and drinks in the delectable sight of your bare chest and soft tummy. His tail flicks one last time against the damp spot forming between your legs before it curls just over the top of your knee instead. You whine at the sudden loss of heat and friction, but Mammon's hot breath ghosts across your ear and he tugs your ear lobe between his teeth. His hand slips under the waistband of your pants and he strokes you instead, gathering the slick arousal pooling at your slit and spreading it with his fingers. You reach back and reach into his soft, snowy white hair and tug roughly as you buck your hips against his hand and whine his name. His finger circles lazily around your entrance and you arch your back against him while your insides clench pitifully around nothing.

Mammon smirks at Levi over your shoulder and a flicker of silent understanding passes between them. No matter how much they argue, they usually don't get too carried away. They would never want their little squabbles to get in the way of pleasing you. "I'm feeling a little generous after all, babe," he murmurs against your neck before he licks a stripe up the delicate column of your throat. "He can stay and watch, and if he can keep his tail to himself, he can have you next."

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moa-broke-me · 3 months

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Most people's first drag show was at a bar. Percy's was a dinner theatre performance of Swan Lake.

He figured he'd go to support his old university's arts program, after all, he couldn't afford to donate as much as his colleagues did every year, and he figured this'd make up for that. Plus, it was his custody weekend, and he always wanted to do something special for his daughter to make these measly two days a month count.

So, he decided he'd kill two birds with one stone, his daughter swinging her feet on the stool she was sat in, eating her macaroni and cheese. "You like it?" He asked.

She nodded. "It's a lot better than the box stuff you make, daddy. Mama Piper makes hers with adacvo, and I'on like adacvo."

He laughed a bit. "Yeah, it's fun eating away from home, isn't it?" He asked, before taking a bite of his ravioli. It was miles ahead of the canned stuff, no offense to Chef Boyardee.

"Mhm! Uncle Jason, can we go get dessert after?"

Ok, so really it was three birds with one stone. Spend time with his daughter, support the art program, and catch up with Jason.

Jason laughed lightly, jostling the baby carrier he had on his chest and causing Leo's baby to stir. "Zora, they're serving dessert here. I'm sure it'll be much better than anything you could get at a fast food place."

"Really? Even subway cookies?"

"Yes, even subway cookies." He turned back to the baby he was sitting, checking that he was ok. The cherubic little boy was almost two, and could walk, so he didn't really need the carrier, but he liked being strapped in tight. "Raph, you good buddy?"

Raphael cooed up at Jason, reaching up to squish his face. "Coo-kie."

Jason laughed. "Aww, man. This kid is adorable." He reached around the carrier to eat his steak. "Thanks for taking us out here. I know it was like, 50 bucks a person. I can wire you back if you want."

"No, no, it's fine. Just enjoy the ballet." Percy looked over, and Odette had just been captured by the wizard, and the transformation sequence was about to begin. He'd watched both the barbie version and the one from 1994 with Zora before, so he knew the plot, but it was so different seeing it on stage. She had been in a simple loose-fitting blue dress, period-appropriately modest but still short enough to move around in. Now though, once the swirling ribbons fell and the colored smoke and glitter dissipated into the air, Odette was in nothing but a white leotard and black ballet shoes, the leotard strapless and embroidered with pearls and feathers and lace and thin black boning. They were all seated in the front, so he could see every detail, every individual feather draped on the underside of her arm, the otherworldly white lashes and pearl in the middle of the forehead, the thin black swirls of eyeliner on her face and sad, swoopy brows and bold black lipstick forming a pout, like an infinitely more attractive version of an old french mime. The white-dyed tips in ink black hair and rich, dark brown eyes and the gentle outward curve of her nose. The freckles on her shoulders and cheeks, dotting her hauntingly beautiful olive-creme skin. the flat chest and narrow, boyish hips...

He looked at the playbill again, to find the name of this incredible being.

There were two names on the bill, one for uncursed Odette, and one for cursed Odette. He skimmed past the first to get to the second.

Nico diAngelo.

He smiled. "Hey, Jason, you took intro to dance right?" I asked, pointing at the name on the bill. "Do you know her?"

"Him. And yeah, we've been friends for years."

"Wait... Him?" He looked back at the stage. "... So that's a guy up there?"

"Yeah."

"... Wow... He's very pretty."

Zora giggled. "Silly daddy, you're s'posed to say handsome for boys! You only say pretty about girls!"

"He's not, though." I told her, lost in thought. "He's... Pretty. The way girls are pretty."

"Huh... So boys can be pretty too?"

"Yes, dear. They absolutely can."

"So... Does that mean girls can be handsome?"

"Oh yeah." Jason answered. "If you want an example, I can pull up a picture of my sister."

"Jason!" Percy scolded.

Jason snorted. "She'd take that as a compliment and you know it."

#Percico #Ballet AU #I'll continue this if I get 25 notes #but I do warn you #I plan on giving both Nico and Percy food issues #nico di angelo #pjo #percy jackson #jason grace #leo valdez #mortal au #implied pipabeth

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cerise-on-top · 3 months

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Hank, Sanford and Deimos with a Reader who does Handcrafts

Gonna post my old MadCom stuff since people seem interested in it! I didn't write too much back then, but I'll post it anyway and hope for some MadCom requests as well! What the title says! Reader knits, crochets and embroiders in this! The format is different from how I usually write, but that's because I wrote this months ago, if not in 2022! I don't remember when, but it's been a while since I wrote this!

Hank

If you get his attention while doing one of your crafts, expect him to just stare at you for a while. He knows what knitting is, since you can use those needles to stab someone with enough force, but he never really cared much for any of it. So, seeing you do those small, but precise movements has him somewhat curious. If you beckon him closer to check out what you’re doing, he will approach you, taking your piece from your hands and gently examining it, before returning it to you.

While he won’t join you that often due to his occupation, Hank will lie down next to you from time to time, watching you work until he falls asleep eventually. Doing so next to you, especially when you’re knitting or doing embroidery, takes a lot of trust on his behalf, so it’s a rather rare occurrence, but it might happen. Still, sometimes even Nevada’s most wanted can’t resist getting some sleep in.

If you give him a scarf or anything of the likes it might seem like he doesn’t like it at first. As he only grunts in acknowledgement and doesn’t wear it, it might seem disheartening at first glance. But rest assured, he’s well aware that him wearing it would only get it covered in blood, and he wouldn’t want your creation, that you put so much love into, to get sullied like that. Hank does keep it somewhere hidden where only he can find it so that it won’t get stolen as well, he truly does treasure anything you give him.

Sanford

He has helped his mother crocheting every once in a while when he was young by holding her wool for her. Sanford always thought it to be really cool how you can make something so beautiful out of something as simple as wool and yarn. Much like he did when he was younger, he’ll hold your yarn for you, making it more comfortable to knit or crochet for you. Unlike Hank and Deimos, he will try to learn it as well. It seems relaxing, so why not? But by no means is he a master. Due to his strength, he will likely rip the yarn and wool apart from time to time and come to you for help.

In order to relax and unwind a bit, he’ll likely come to you and ask if you would like to practise your craft for and with him. Having you around in and of itself already makes Sanford happy, but just getting to spend time with you without having to worry about being killed by the enemy makes it all the better. If you let him, he will hold you close, lean into you, put you on his lap, anything you’re comfortable with.

Please give him a sweater. Because he’s never wearing a shirt he gets cold fairly easily. He’ll cherish it dearly and wear it whenever he can, and whenever he knows it won’t get ripped. Another thing he’d be very happy with would be a piece of embroidery. It reminds him of better times and gives him hope, especially when your piece of art is something pleasant and sweet to look at. Because of that, he will put it up somewhere in his room where he can always see it. Even if Deimos makes fun of him for it, he will simply lightly jab at the smoker, all the while smiling at it.

Deimos

He’ll lovingly call you a grandma for having hobbies like these. Even while doing embroidery, where you stab things thousands of times, he will snicker at you whenever he catches you doing any of these things. Though, he doesn’t mind that sort of thing at all since that means you’ll be sitting still for a while, meaning you’ll give him a chance to unwind with him. Deimos will wrap his arms around you, leaning onto you or just cuddle into you in general. No fighting, no getting hurt, just watching you do the same movements over and over again.

Despite possibly calling you boring, he does have great respect for your craft, since he can’t do any of it. It’s too tedious and he can’t sit around for long enough doing something like this. It’s simply not exciting enough. But the moment you give him his first sweater, he will think it’s the most awesome thing to ever exist. Proud as a peacock, he will flaunt and taunt his new piece of clothing, especially to Sanford and Hank, declaring just what a great lover he has.

Present him with a plushie and his mind will be blown. He always thought knitting and crocheting are just for woolly hats and sweaters and scarves and all. If he sees you made him a tiny grunt, he will simply lose it, run around the Status Quo base and show everyone what you’re capable of. It doesn’t even matter to him whether or not it looks good. Your hands are magical to him and absolutely everyone has to know just how cool and epic you are.

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #sanford x reader #deimos x reader #I miss Madness Combat so much y'all have absolutely no idea #I am foaming at the mouth absolutely feral waiting for episode 12 #I desperately need these funny grunt creatures back in my life #I know I said I'd be playing the OG MW games this weekend but in lieu of me getting back into madcom I might replay M:PN #and rewatch the entire series! I could force my friend to watch it with me again!#it'd be the third time I'd be watching it with someone else #I actually talked nonstop for over an hour about Madness Combat to my ex at one point and he didn't even stop me #I had so many theories about it all that seemed to make sense to me but I since forgot them unfortunately #Also did anyone else see the 2B plushies or was I hallucinating those? Because I can't find them on Makeship...#I actually own the Hank Sanford and Deimos plushies #Only 2B is missing at this point and I want him so so bad I love him #I actually had a White Hank plushie custom made as well because she's my absolutel favorite #oh boy I've been rambling here but it shows just how much I love Madness Combat! Such a good show! Phenomenal music too!#I need to give Sanford a hug after all he's been through :(

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 1 year

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A Night of Dancing, Cocktails, and Celebration

A/N: An anon asked me if I write for Finn. Well, I did. I don't even know what this is but have fun.

Finn Mikaelson:

Your Dress:

Your Drink:

Your Dream Come True:

"Psst! Caroline..."

Your best friend ignored you, instead opting to direct her attention into very pointedly inspecting a rather mundane plant that you were 86% sure was entirely fake. You nudged her shoulder.

"Caaaroline..." You sang through a very, wide, very forced smile. The blonde rolled her eyes and turned to you with a huff.

"What?" She demanded. Her eyes flicked around the insanely vast entry hall, searching nervously through the ball's attendees. No room should be this big, you decided. Her eyes finally fell on you and she frowned. "Quit smiling like that. It's creepy."

"Can't help it," You muttered, giving yet another overly polite nod to a couple passing by. "I smell rich people."

"Y/N-" Your best friend closed her eyes and sighed tiredly. "-you have issues."

"Eu contraire, I am perfectly sane," You insisted. "There's just way too much money in this room."

Caroline tipped her head back and you could tell she was exerting physical effort to stifle a groan. "Y/N/N, seriously-"

"No, you seriously!" You hissed. You couldn't seem to help the sliver of panic that worked it's way into your voice as you tugged lightly on her arm. "I'm completely outnumbered!" The blonde raised a brow, mostly unimpressed but at least partly worried. You matched her with wide eyes and a plea in your expression. "If I see one more Rolex, I'm gonna go all Kelsier on place."

Caroline blinked. "I'm sorry - Who?"

"He likes killing rich-people," You explained, waving a hand. "You need to read more fantasy novels."

She gaped, incredulous. "Excuse you! I do read-"

"Good ones." You cut her off with a pointed look and she pressed her lips together but nodded. "Point is," You continued, "I know I said I'd be your anti-hybrid bodyguard, but this place is way too much. If I don't see another minimum wage worker, I'm gonna throw up."

Your best friend's expression softened. "Y/N, I know you get really touchy about this sort of stuff but, honestly, you look as gorgeous as anyone else here - if not more so. You live in Mystic Falls as much as anybody else and you have just the same right to be here as they do," She said. "Besides, I can see Matt right over there. Just look!"

You glanced over your shoulder to where she pointed and caught sight of an unruly tuft of blond hair poking out slightly above the rest of the crowd. You shoulders relaxed a little, but not much.

"I appreciate that, Care - I really do - but I just don't know if I can do this," You mumbled, tugging on the lace sleeves that hugged your arms. The fabric was expensive for you but cheap enough to be itchy.

"You've been to stuff like this before," She pointed out.

"Sure have" You said with a sigh. "And I always go home feeling irritated and exceptionally poor."

The blonde girl pursed her lips and nodded, laying a gentle hand over your arm. You knew she didn't quite know what to say. She was a member of a founding family. She would never quite understand.

"Excuse me," A deep, accented voice spoke up softly from behind you. Startled, you and Caroline jumped and spun around. There stood a tall, dark haired man with sharp, narrow features and kind eyes. "I don't mean to intrude," He said politely, "but I couldn't help overhearing that one of you young ladies might be feeling a little overwhelmed?"

Your cheeks flushed and you offered him a sheepish smile. "Yeah, uh, tha-that would be me."

"I see." He smiled reassuringly. Though what you found remarkable was the fact that he didn't so much as hesitate to wonder why. "You know, if you're feeling in need of a little fresh air, the gardens here are secluded and rather refreshing to take a walk through."

You blinked, surprised at this stranger's generous display of concern. Biting your lip, you nodded, trying your best to put on a somewhat delicate or refined air.

"Oh, uh, wow. Yeah, that sounds pretty frickin' great right about now." You failed spectacularly.

To your surprise, however, the man just chuckled and smiled genuinely. "Well, in that case, I'd be honored to accompany you if you would like," He offered.

You glanced briefly to your best friend. Caroline tensed but, taking a breath, she forced herself to relax and sent you a smile.

"You sure you've got this?" You asked, feeling a little guilty about leaving her to be devoured by the wolves - or just one wolf, really.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," She said, letting go of your arm. "Take as long as you need."

"Thanks, Care." You shot her a greatful smile and she patted you on the back before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

"Shall we?" The man asked, holding out his arm to you like a proper gentleman.

"Why not?" You grinned and took it. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

The dark haired man smiled, it was shy but real nonetheless. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Finn."

Elijah Mikaelson:

Your Dress:

Your Drink:

Your Dream Come True:

"May I have this dance?"

You choked on your drink. Great first impression, you thought. You'd been so far off in your own little world, you hadn't even noticed the guy approaching you. More than likely, you'd looked like an idiot, just staring off into space with a vacant expression - the choking on your drink per was just a bonus point.

Scrambling to regain some sense of presence or dignity (it was apparently too much to ask your brain for both, so you'd settle for one or the other) you wiped your mouth and placed your drink down on a side table - you'd have to come back for it later because whoever was mixing those cocktails was a genius - and smiled at whoever had just asked for your hand.

Without a doubt, the man was stunning, with dark eyes and a jawline you were pretty sure could be used to measure corners, but there was something odd about him also. You felt as though you should know him...

Wait, wasn't he the one who gave that speech just now? Yeah, you were pretty sure that was him. He must have been part of the family hosting this shindig. What was his name...

"I'd be honored," You agreed before your science could be taken as awkward.

"Excellent." The man smiled but something told you it wasn't quite as effortless as he would have you believe. He looked a little stressed.

He offered you his hand and you took it, allowing him to lead you to the ballroom where the two of you took your proper positions as Ed Sheeran's "Give Me Love" began to play. You'd never been a great dancer, but you weren't terrible. Sure, you'd frustrated the ever loving sunshine out of Mayor Lockwood when she attempted to teach you during auditions for Miss. Mystic Falls, but as far as you were concerned, as long as you weren't stepping on any toes, you were winning. Besides, your partner - you really needed to learn his name - was good enough for the both of you and gracious enough to make your stumbling seem purposeful.

"You know, forgive me if I'm being too forward, but I would have thought the hosts of an event this formal would have a date, mister..." You trailed off, raising a brow expectantly.

"Mikaelson," He answered simply.

You snorted. "Well, I knew that. I was fishing for a first name," You said.

This time, your partner went so far as to spare you a chuckle. "My apologies, you may call Elijah."

"Mister Elijah." You nodded. "No date then?"

"No, not this time," He said, shrugging slightly as he guided you through a twirl.

"Okay. Follow-up question: -"

"- Oh, dear." His lips twitched up in a smirk and you had to laugh.

"Yep, what's the why? Too busy or too lazy?" You asked.

Elijah bit his lip and you could tell he was making an effort to keep his composure for the dance. "Am I allowed to say too tired?"

You hummed. "Okay, that's valid. What's got you so run down?"

"Believe it or not, there's a reason my siblings and I don't gather like this very often," He said, sharing a meaningful look.

You hissed. "Oh, honey, you're the mediator, aren't you?" (As someone born and raised in the south, your usage of "honey" was more an expression of pity than a term of endearment. Though, you weren't sure why you'd said it at all. This was a formal setting and you hardly knew the man you were dancing with, yet despite his slightly weary demeanor, his kind eyes and good humor put you at ease.)

"I try to be," He replied with a wry smile. "It's not an easy position."

You huffed a laugh. "Believe me, I know."

Elijah's smile grew a touch warmer at that. "Personal experience?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah." You nodded - probably a little too enthusiastically for the setting. "More than I care to think about."

"Really?" That smile of his was creeping up on a full-on grin. "Do yours ever give you a headache?" He wondered, a slight tease dancing in his tone.

You grimaced, shaking your head. "'Lijah, please." You weren't sure where the nickname came from but you went with it. "A conference call with my siblings requires at least a bottle of ibuprofen."

Elijah lifted you and spun before placing you lightly back on your feet. Pulling you in closer, he ducked his head slightly and you realized he was doing so to hide his laughter.

"That certainly sounds familiar," He said, a little strained. This stoic act he was putting on was killing him. You smirked, determined to help the process along.

"Must be," You mused. "But now you gotta tell me..." You narrowed your eyes at him with exaggerated seriousness. "Which one's the worst?"

"I'm not sure," He said a little too quickly, shrugging.

"Nuh-uh, 'Lijah! Don't go giving me that," You chided. "There's always a problem-child. Which of the little rascals is it?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," He claimed, fighting the smirk tugging at his lips. "Truly, I love all my siblings, I would never stoop so low as to degrade any one of them publicly."

"Right," You deadpanned.

"However," Elijah continued, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You tried to ignore how your cheeks warmed at his proximity. "If I were forced to single out which of them has the greatest - shall we say - talent for inducing a headache, I might find myself looking in the direction of my youngest brother, Kol."

"Ah, I see." You nodded sagely. "Which one's he?"

"Second pair down on our left."

"Gottcha," You said, grinning. Elijah pulled away, arranging his expression into one of innocent indifference. "How 'bout I do you a favor then? Ya know, keep an eye on him for you?"

Your partner shook his head with a hint of a sigh. "I can't ask you to do that."

"Well, I'm gonna do it anyway," You announced. "You look like you could use a break."

Elijah hummed. "Well, you're not wrong..."

"Then it's settled." You smiled. "Take it easy tonight, have a little fun."

"I think I'd like that, actually. Just-" He hesitated. "Don't confront him, alright?"

You made a rather undignified noise and rolled your eyes. "Confront him? No, no, no. That's still your job, I'm afraid."

The handsome mostly-stranger laughed, truly laughed as the dance came to a close. You began to pull away but Elijah caught your hand.

"Wait, I-I don't believe I ever learned your name," He said. Looking over you with renewed interest.

"I'm Y/N," You said, dipping your into a slight curtsy. "It was a pleasure meeting your acquaintance." You gave a little flourish of your hand just to hear him laugh one more time. He had a nice laugh, you thought. He ought to do it more often.

"The pleasure's all mine," Elijah returned with a nod. "And thank you."

Niklaus Mikaelson:

Your Dress:

Your Drink:

Your Dream Come True:

"Foul villain, thy mother doth scare the crap outta me," You announced, sweeping your skirts around your legs as you moved to lean against the wall next to the original hybrid himself.

You probably shouldn't have been voluntarily interacting with a guy upon whom history had bestowed a moniker like "The Great Evil" but, you know what they say - viva la vida and all that. Besides, it wasn't like he'd ever done anything particularly vile to you specifically. Sure, he had kind of terrorized a solid ninety percent of your childhood playmates and quite literally murdered Elena. And sure, his acts of aggression were downright brutal, but honestly, they had sort of asked for some if not all of it. You'd been all for giving Klaus exactly what he wanted from the very beginning - it had just seemed like the overall safer and more pleasant option.

Not that your opinion had ever been given a speck of heed though. After all, amongst vampires, doppelgangers, werewolves, witches, and hybrids - what was the opinion of one lousy little human worth? (Not much according to your supernatural childhood friends.) You knew you'd never been anyone's closest friend. Truthfully, your discovery of the supernatural world altogether had been a fluke and everyone knew it. But hey, you'd survived this long and somehow managed to worm your way into just about everyone's best graces, so you figured you were doing alright all things considered.

Nevertheless, it was probably still completely insane that you considered the Klaus Mikaelson a tentative friend in any respect, but you figured it best not to question it.

The hybrid next to you cracked a smile and hummed, but didn't care to take his eyes off the bustling chamber of well-dressed individuals. "That's understandable," He said. "As I remember, she can be quite intimidating."

"That, my friend, is the understatement of the century," You huffed. Taking a sip from your drink, you balked at the taste and erupted into a coughing fit. Klaus glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and raised a brow but you waved him off. He shrugged and raised his hands as if in surrender.

"So, what did my mother do that unsettled the unflappable Miss. Y/F/N?" He asked, returning to his people watching.

You made a vaguely disinterested noise and shrugged one shoulder, jostling the delicate drape of the half-sleeve thing enough to expose your shoulder. The blond man's eyes were drawn to the movement and he tilted his head as if urging you to elaborate, but you didn't. He smirked.

"Oh, come on love. Now I have to know," He pressed. "How did my mother do what even I "The Great Evil" could not, eh?"

"She cornered me by the bathroom and asked if we were banging each other." You took another sip of your drink and gagged. Grimacing down at the concoction, you briefly debated whether or not to dump it into funky lookin' plant next to you.

While you did this, Klaus looked like someone had just pulled the rug out from under his feet. After taking a moment to readjust his balance, he stared at you with wide eyes and a floored expression.

You frowned. "What?"

The hybrid didn't reply. He just blinked once and shook his head minutely as if in sheer disbelief.

"Yeah, okay those weren't her exact words but they're close enough," You said, pushing a stray lock of hair out of your face.

"Well, what the bloody hell did you say?" He demanded. Klaus didn't often laugh, at least not with his voice. His eyes usually did the laughing - it was something about the way they sparkled.

"No."

He blinked. "That's it?"

"Yes?" You tilted your head, snickering. "I guess I asked why she cared but she didn't really answer, so I just told her the truth."

"And that is..." He trailed off gesturing for you to continue.

"That you and I are friends?" You said slowly. Klaus nodded but you thought you caught a flicker of disappointment cross his face. The original hybrid's disappointment usually didn't bode well for anyone. "I mean, I consider you my friend... Nik." He'd told you to call him that once - said it was because you were a good friend so you'd thought it would be alright to say the same of him. Maybe you'd been wrong. "But, i-if that offends you or something then I'm sorry. I swear I didn't mean to assume, she just kinda pounced on me and I didn't have time to think." You bit your tongue to keep yourself from rambling on any further.

"No no, love. You did just fine." His lips twitched up in a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes this time. He turned back to people watching again and for whatever reason, you heart sank just a little.

"You sure?" You asked, uncharacteristically uncertain. "Was there something else I was supposed to say?"

Klaus shrugged but didn't look at you. "Why would there be?"

"I dunno. I just-" You shook your head, fixing your gaze on your dress's beadwork. Your voice dropped to almost a whisper. "You seem a little annoyed with me."

The big bad wolf (you didn't think he was so bad - not all the time) sighed and swung his eyes back to you. He offered a soft, more genuine smile. "I could never be annoyed with you," He said.

Your face grew warm all of a sudden and you silently wondered if a guest had found this mansion's thermostat.

"Oh good, 'cuz your mom certainly was," You blurted out. You could never seem to retain information when you were nervous - that was probably how you'd won Klaus friendship in the first place. You didn't just avoid lying to him. You told the truth.

He seemed slightly alarmed by that. His eyes narrowed. "Why would that be?"

"I think she thought I was lying to her," You mused, trying to recall your conversation with the original witch in it's entirety. "I mean, she said you don't get close to anyone really and then I think said something to the contrary and I called you Nik. But she told me only your siblings are allowed to do that... So yeah, she probably thinks I lied straight to her face but I have no clue how I'd change her mind." You shrugged and shot him a smirk. "Unless you feel like taking a jaunt upstairs real quick..."

Klaus threw his head back and laughed - a rare act for him. "You know, any other night I'd take you up on that."

"Oops, sorry bud -" You sent him a fake pout. "-one time offer only."

No, he didn't like you that way. He just... didn't.

He huffed an exaggerated sigh. "Shame."

"Yup."

You raised your drink to your lips and took another drink - this time you just about shouted Rebekah's special string of obscenities'. "Ugh! Why do I keep-"

Klaus snorted and shook his head. "I don't know, love, but I don't think that's the right cocktail for you."

"Tell me about it..."

He smirked, then reached over and took the glass from your hand. "I'll get you another one, sit tight."

Kol Mikaelson:

Your Dress:

Your Drink:

Your Dream Come True:

The spoon was your point of interest.

Not a spoon, but the spoon. That specific spoon.

It was a pretty spoon, a very pretty spoon - probably the prettiest spoon you would ever see. You inspected it closely. Intricate vine-like detailing was embossed in the silver and inlaid with gold just to highlight it's extravagantly lavish make. It was quite the obnoxious flaunting of wealth to invest a few thousand dollars into a bloody serving spoon, as if the mansion itself wasn't enough of a statement. But to each their own. You didn't care what some rich family - the Mikaelsons or whatever their name was - did with their money. Let them eat with gold freaking cutlery, it's not like there are actual children out there starving to death. No, these guys had a nice freaking spoons. Good for them.

At any rate, it wasn't their spoon anymore. It was your spoon.

You, not so discretely, shoved the gorgeous serving spoon in the pocket of your dress and turned around. No one the wiser.

And that was it, you decided. You weren't going to take anything else. You had your spoon and that was all you needed.

But then you saw a cup.

Well, it wasn't a cup - not really. It was a champagne flute and it was just... perfect. Crystal form with gold leaf lining the top and base. You liked that flute. It was nice. But you weren't going to take it.

You weren't going to take it, you decided. No, you weren't going to-

Huh.

How did that pretty cup end up in your hand?

Well, now that you had the thing in your hands, you might as well just slip it in your pocket. No one was watching. You would make better use of that little cup. You would love and appreciate it like these rich assholes never could. With that cup you were satisfied. There was nothing more these people had that you could possibly need. At least, nothing worth going to jail for... again.

That little dish, though...

The silver dish matched your intricate gold laced spoon. It was covered in those little breath mints people always leave out at parties, but that could be fixed.

You danced through the crowd of party goers on delicate, well accustomed feet just to see the platter a little bit closer. You weren't going to take it or anything. Arriving at the desert table, you plucked one of those little dinner mints off the tray, popped it into your mouth and turned, accidentally swiping the whole tray from the table as you did. You hadn't meant to of course - you never meant to steal anything. It just sort of... happened.

Now that you had it though, it wasn't as if you could just go sauntering to the table again to put it back. That sort of thing was suspicious. Someone would be bound to notice. You deftly poured all the dinner mints into the other pocket of your dress and looked down at the little tray in your hands. It might fit in your pocket, you thought, biting your lip. You had to try, at least. The dish was just to pretty for you to leave it lying around. Someone might steal it!

Glancing around, you made sure no one was watching before shuffling your dress a little to hide your hands while you squeezed that little dish into-

A hand shot out of nowhere and seized your wrist.

"That doesn't belong to you, darling," A voice like frigid silk murmured in your ear. You froze, blood turning to ice in your veins as that hand - with his all but bone-shattering grip - tugged on your arm, whirling you about to stare directly into a pair of gleaming brown eyes. The boy who had caught you looked around your age. He wore a wide, mischievous smirk and an air of superiority like other people might wear a baseball cap - that is to say very casually despite the stuffy setting.

"What do we have here?" He wondered aloud. That fox-like smirk broadened into a crookedly boyish - but not quite harmless - grin. "A thief, eh? Didn't your mother ever teach you not to take things that don't belong to you?"

You blinked twice.

"Nope."

The boy raised a perfect brow. "No?"

You thought about it. "Well, I mean, she did but the lesson just... never really sank in, you know?"

He didn't seem very impressed. "So you steal dishware? Really?"

"Apparently." You shrugged. "It's just how I roll. Sorry."

"I see," He said with obvious disdain. He leaned in closer. "Well, that sure makes things awkward for you, now doesn't it?"

"Mmmm..." You narrowed your eyes. "No, not really."

"Excuse me?"

"The only real awkward thing going on right now is your hand half-way down my skirt." You deadpanned right before reaching out to catch some passerby on the shoulder. The older gentleman turned to you. Initially annoyed, his expression morphed to confusion and then into something downright mortified as he took in the almost-extremely-compromising position the two of you appeared to be in. You gestured to the boy who'd caught you. "He's the weird one, right?"

The poor elderly chap sputtered.

"Oh, bloody hell..." The boy released you with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You smirked, very proud of your little escape act, and made a brisk retreat for those fancy front doors you unfortunately couldn't fit in your pockets. Checking over your shoulder, you were relived to spot no trailing figures or suspicious eyes. Just as you turned back to the entrance, mere feet from your destination, a steel bar looped around your waist and hauled you though off through a side door which slammed shut as soon as you were through it. You didn't even have time to scream.

Glancing down, you found that the steel bar was, in fact, an arm which happened to be attached to a familiar pale hand. You frowned.

"Crap."

You felt yourself being spun around again and you huffed, facing that dark-haired boy once more.

"So where did we leave off?" He grinned mockingly.

"You were minding your own damn business," You stated primly.

"I was?" He shook his head. "Funny, that doesn't sound like me. "

"Was worth the try," You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I'm sure," The boy hummed. "I'm Kol, by the way. Kol Mikaelson, just so you know who you're stealing from. And you are?"

"Y/N." You answered dryly. "It's not a pleasure."

"It might be, who knows?" He said with a rakish smirk. "Now, let's see what you've got."

You rolled your eyes and let go of a long sigh as Kol reached down and dug through your pockets. He certainly wasn't shy about it either. Cheeky bastard.

"Bloody hell, how deep are these things?" He demanded, a few minutes into his search.

"Fantastically so," You replied. His hand smoothed down your thigh and you felt it through the thin fabric of your skirt as he clinched you roughly. "That is not contraband, Kol."

He grinned down at you. "My mistake."

"If I say keep making it, will you refrain from pressing charges?"

He blinked, clearly caught of guard. You had to admit to a degree of discomfort as something almost predatory flashed though his eyes but it was gone as just as quickly. That far too charming smirk returned as he wet his lips and nodded.

"Fair enough, darling."

Thirty minutes of digging, searching, and quite a bit of groping later and your pockets were, regrettably, empty. ( He never actually did anything though - never really touched you - he was just... teasing really. It was surprising but you appreciated it.)The items removed now lay haphazardly on the couch where Kol had tossed them. He had removed a total of twenty nine stolen artifacts from your person, including but not limited to: three golden rings, that holy serving spoon, the champagne flute, the silver tray, a platinum bracelet, no less than six Rolexes, a very expensive looking diamond necklace, a pair of pearl earrings, a bow tie, four tie bars, and some poor couple's wedding rings. Actually, the whole sexual teasing thing stopped rather quickly as Kol kept pulling out handful after handful of stolen valuables.

"I don't know if I should be impressed or disturbed," The boy remarked, having finally stepped away from you.

"Lets go with impressed!" You snickered. The sheer confusion written all over his face was worth more than all the spoons in his house combined.

"Bloody hell!" He dragged a hand through his gloriously messy hair and turned back to you, shaking his head in disbelief. "My mother is probably the worst in existence and even she taught me better than this. I don't think I've stolen this much in my entire life... and that's saying more than it sounds like!"

You nodded solemnly. "That sounds like a you problem."

Kol pursed his lips, trying rather hard not to laugh. "That's beside the point."

"Oh okay." You nodded... then shook your head. "Yeah, no you've lost me. What's the point of this and can I go home now?"

"You can go home once you tell me what your bloody excuse is!" He was grinning now, grinning and laughing like a real human boy instead of a spoiled brat.

You shrugged haplessly. "I'm a kleptomaniac."

His eyes flicked to the side and back. "A what?"

"Kleptomaniac," You said again. "It means I steal people's crap. Also-" You raised a hand and twirled a set of keys around and around your fingers. "-thanks for the car!"

Stefan Salvatore:

Your Dress:

Your Drink:

Your Dream Come True:

"You're pouting," You said, elbowing your best friend in the ribs.

"I am not pouting," Stefan snapped, arms folded over his chest as he watched his brother dance with his ex-girlfriend.

You clapped him on the back - hard , perching an arm around his shoulders with a long sigh. "You're totally pouting." The dirty blond vampire shook your arm off and you barked a laugh. "I wish I was as good at pining as you are, Stef."

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. "Oh really?"

"One-hundred percent."

Then - the bastard - he snatched your drink from your hands and downed it all in one go, before giving it back to you. The audacity of that kid astounded you sometimes.

"Aww, Y/N are you pouting?"

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Can you make a fugo alphabet fluff? I love your works, I hope you have a great month <3 (Sorry for my poor choice of praise and english)

Fugo Fluff Alphabet

notes - first of all, thank you so much anon!! your english was great, so don't even worry!!! thanks for the request and for the lovely compliment! ive had so much fun with these fluff alphabets and wanna do them for every character LMFAO thanks again anon and have a wonderful week!! <3

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A CTIVITIES - WHAT DO THEY LIKE TO DO WITH THEIR S/O? HOW DO THEY SPEND THEIR FREE TIME WITH THEM?

He likes to have chill times with you. Nothing is more relaxing than sitting in the living room with you and just reading a book or something. He also loves getting dinner, but prefers taking it home and eating it in the backyard like a picnic.

B EAUTY - WHAT DO THEY ADMIRE ABOUT THEIR S/O? WHAT DO THEY THINK IS BEAUTIFUL ABOUT THEM?

Your intelligence. He is a super smart guy and it doesnt matter how smart you are, he will always admire your brain and how you think. Also, physically, probably your legs lol, idk i just see it

C OMFORT - HOW WOULD THEY HELP THEIR S/O WHEN THEY FEEL DOWN/HAVE A PANIC ATTACK ETC.?

This man has a lot of experience with his own panic attacks, so he would have to know how you need help first before he would be able to help at all. Before any of this, he would sit down and talk to you about how to help you in a tough situation. After that he would help in any way he can and also speak to you very lightly and kindly

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Somewhere comfortable where the two of you aren't stressed out. I feel like the one thing that is absolutely killing him is stress and knowing that you deal with stress too. He needs to know that you're doing okay and would love that to be the future between the two of you <3

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

You have to order his happy meal for him. I think we know the answer to this one. He may be a strong dude, but like, he's definitely the lil baby in the relationship

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

This man, as we know, has some anger issues. Because of this, when he gets pissed at you, he stays pissed at you for a while tbh. Like he isn't just angry at you but at himself and he feels like he can't recover from the argument. He just feels like an asshole who hurt an angels feelings. I think you would have to initiate the forgiveness if you aren't too upset. During the argument he would probably get way too pissed off and start shouting and then he realizes he fucked up and avoids you. Let him know that everything is fine and he will be better <3

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is very grateful that you are here with him. You have helped him through a lot and to return that, he helps you through a lot. You have helped him realize new stuff in himself and even help him get over bridges he didn't even think he could cross. You are everything to him and he is so thankful for that <33333

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

If you don't know about him being/having been in the mafia, he would hide that from you. I don't think he wants you to know about the dangerous stuff he's seen. He also keeps his past a secret from you. Honestly, he keeps a lot from you, which you slowly pull out from him

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Oh, absolutely. You made him less angry and pent up. He had a lot of internal problems that affected him externally and you were able to help him through a lot of that

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

YES YES YES! Like I just feel like he'll get really self conscious when he sees you laughing or smiling with someone else. It's hard for him to be super confident, so seeing you around someone he thinks is better looking than him or something can really make him upset. To deal with it, he ignores it as best as possible and gets angy

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Oh hell yeah. I think at first, like the first kiss that you had after a nice dinner, he didn't know what to do. You kissed him and he didn't really know that there was a rule where he had to kiss back, so he was still as a statue. But after he got the hand of it, he is an AMAZING kisser. Very soft lips 10/10

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

I think the two of you were reading or something at the library and he passed you a note that said: I like you. We should hang out. Shortly after, the two of you started dating

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

tbh, I really don't know. I think the idea appeals to him, but at the same time, he really enjoys where you guys are. He would have to think about it a lot down the road. But if he were to propose, it would be in private and I think he would prefer to get eloped.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Simple stuff like honey or darling or dear, but all in Italian

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He smiles a lot more. Like especially around you. He just has a constant little smile on his lips and it's really cute. It's kind of obvious to others, especially close friends since he acts relatively different, which isn't a normal Fugo thing, so they totally make fun of him. To express his feelings, he always tells you how much he loves you and it really means a lot

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

PDA is a big no for him I think. He prefers kisses and stuff privately. The most he'll do is kiss you in a park or something, but never in public. Like holding hands is a sometimes thing, but yeah he really doesn't like showing off his relationship in public

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

Lots of care and understanding. He will give you space when you need it and always provide what you need when you need it

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I don't really think he's romantic or creative in any of these aspects. I feel like he just treats the relationship as it is. Sure, he'll take you on dates, but it's never anything crazy. It's more calm than anything

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He is always there to help. He will drop anything to help you out. He is your biggest supporter because dreams to him are very important. So know that he's always got your back

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He is definitely more routine. He needs to have his day go the way he plans because it makes his life easier. It's nice though because you have become a part of his routine <3

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He is VERY understanding. He knows you very well, so he knows when something is up or when you need space or even when you need him by your side. He is more than caring and you don't even need to ask him for things, he'll just be there

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You definitely mean a lot to him, but sometimes, he will put the others like Bruno in front of you. They have gotten him out of the worst of stuff, so he definitely holds them on a pedestal, but if you understand, that makes him very happy

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He always smells really good so when you hug him, he gives off this lovely sweet smell that you can't get enough of. It's like strawberry shortcake and vanilla

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Not really. He prefers getting that kind of love from you, he won't really start any cuddles or anything

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

You are a big part of his routine, so when you're gone, he has to reorganize EVERYTHING and that pisses him off so much. It takes him a while to get back on track without eyebags, but eventually things for him will get back to normal until you come back.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He's not a huge risk taker, so no. If you don't want the relationship anymore, he will understand and that's that. He will fight for you and protect you at all costs for sure, but if you really feel like things are over, it will end

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tainted-red · 1 year

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Cigarette.

TWS: Violence, Sadist, Angst, Language, Dark Rafe.

Summary:Based off of Lana Del Reys album ‘UltraViolence’ aesthetic.

“I bought you some stuff stuff. Your gonna fucking use it” Rafe spits at you as you just got home.

You smile at him “Where is it? What am I using it for?” you question everything.

“On our bed. You will definitely get the idea, Darling” Rafe nods towards our door.

I kiss him on the cheek then go into our room. I look at the white blanket bed to see a gun and two knives in light pink bows.

You blink and pick up the gun. Seeing it was heavy enough you knew it was real.

“No Rafe” You sigh.

He storms into the room “You like it, princess. I got them just for you” Rafe grins. Wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I'm not using these” You state.

His gripe on your waist loosens. “Yes, you will. Or you can help me with other stuff” Rafe whispers in your ear.

His hands play with the hem of your white blouse.

“What stuff Rafe? Last time we almost got caught” You bite your lip, “Barry said he has a load for a guy on the pogue territory,” Rafe tells me.

“No Rafe. Stop trying to get me to be your Bonnie to your Clyde” You groan.

He sways his hips with yours “You will do what I fucking say y/n. You knew what you were signing up for since you met me” Rafe chuckles.

That was true. You met him by buying cocaine from his friend Barry. Rafe was freaking out cause he killed someone. So you helped him calm down.

“I love you, Rafe but I won't kill someone for shits and giggles” You seethed.

Your jaw clenches as he wraps a hand around your throat.

You step away from him and push him back.

He looks at you astonished.

Pushing you back by your waist.

You bump into the wall “Don't ever do that shit again y/n. I thought you were a smart girl” Rafe smirks looking down at you.

You felt a pulsing from your ribcage “You hurt me” You cry.

“And I'm sorry. Your fine sweetie” Rafe cups your jaw.

“Screw you Rafe” You whimper pushing past him lightly.

Walking towards the door to leave your room.

Suddenly a bottle smashes right at your feet. Looking down to see glass everywhere.

“What the fuck” You shout.

“You make it so hard to stay with you y/n. Stop being such a good girl” Rafe yells back.

“Are you out of your mind?! You pushed me and threw a bottle at me cause I won't commit a crime” You shoot back.

He lets out a deep chuckle “No harm done”.

Rafe then walks past you out of your room. You follow behind him “The fuck does that mean” You ask confused.

He paused.

“You're not hurt so no harm done” Rafe grumbles.

“You hurt my ribs, Rafe. Harm was done” You let out a sob.

He turns around and gets closer, and you back up. He raised his hands in the air.

“Let me see. Take off your shirt” Rafe demands softly.

You slowly unbutton your blouse.

Revealing a bruised right where your tattoo for him sat. His hanwriting, from a first love note.

His eyes water and he gets closer “I'm so sorry baby. I didn't mean to” he cries.

You look away crying “C'mon let's get some fresh air” Rafe requests.

Getting closer and kissing your lips softly “I love you so much” Rafe wipes away your tears.

“I love you two” You weakly smile grabbing his hand. Both of you going to your front porch.

He digs out his pack off cigarettes, holding the pack out for you. you grab one and giggle.

you place it in between your lips and he lights it up with his lighter. you inhale and hold it for a second. then exhaling.

feeling a bit more calm already.

“Im sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten violent” Rafe apologizes.

“I started it” You giggle.

“True but I hurt you” Rafe laughs.

You inhale it once again “Wanna have some fun?” You ask as smoke exits your mouth.

“The day I say no. Kill me” He jokes.

“Im gonna finish this. Go get ready” You grin.

He bites his lip then walks away shaking his head and chuckling.

Once your finished your cigarette you go back into your house.

So much couldn’t have saved you from that night.

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undertale-writing-times · 1 year

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Oh please! “I think you’re beautiful.” with Dusty would be so cute! I bet he'll blush so sweetly

I decided to do something a little different this time!

Dusty hated having to take care of the human.

Why was it his turn to take care of them? Why did they even have this human anyway? Ugh… he didn't want to have to deal with this. He wondered if he could trick Killer into taking his turn again…

You might be wondering what he was talking about, right? Yeah, they stole a human from an AU, and for some reason, Nightmare decided that he wanted to keep them. No, he has no idea why, but Nightmare told the three of them to keep an eye on the human and make sure that they didn't end up getting themselves killed.

They all took turns doing it, watching them. Killer liked to play and mess with the human. Axe enjoyed listening to them talk… Dusty felt like he was the only one that didn't like really spending too much time with them.

He sat on the ground outside the bars, his head rested against his knees looking in at them. They were in one of the cells, of course, but it was well made in there. A nice bed, stuffed animals, books, and anything that they would need. A bell that could be rung if they needed anything while they were in there.

They were asleep right now, laid out under their blanket. Dusty had been sitting there for a while now, but he was lost in thought. Mostly thinking about things that he wanted to do later. Maybe he could try to play some of those games that he got from another AU. Maybe play that animal game on his Switch. That's always fun. He liked fishing… searching for the spiders.

As he was thinking about stuff he suddenly saw movement, making him blink, and he looks over to see what that was. They were waking up! Good, he had been getting bored. "Finally, do humans normally sleep that long?"

They turn their head to look over at him, and get this sleepy little smile. "Good morning to you too Dusty… how did you sleep?" They ask.

He makes a tsh sound, rolling his eyeshines. "I didn't sleep very well as per normal, you don't need to ask me things like that" He responds, "I got you breakfast. Axe told me to bring it to you" he slides the plate through the gate.

Y/n slowly gets out of the bed, walking over, and picks up the tray starting to eat slowly. Dusty watches for a second, then looks off to the side scratching lightly at his cheek.

"How come you always wear your hood?" he heard, making him pause, and he looks over at Y/n to see that they were looking at him. They seemed to be waiting for him to respond to their question.

"My hood?" he whispered, mostly just to himself, before he lets out a little annoyed sound, "Why do you care about my hood?"

"I'm just wondering," They shrugged their shoulders, looking at him with a relaxed smile on their face. He didn't like that. He didn't like how… how easily they smiled at him.

"It's stupid" he quickly responds, then sighs, and rubs at his neck looking off to the side thinking about what to say. "It makes me feel good, I like hiding… I guess."

Y/n makes a small oh sound, then lets out a small hum sound. They laugh softly and pat their hands on their knees. "Well if it matters at all," They start, “I think you’re beautiful.”

Dusty's sockets widen when he heard that, a deep blush appearing on his face and he looks at Y/n with big sockets. What the hell? What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He reaches up, tugging his scarf up to hide his lower face. "You…" he growls softly, blushing darker. "You shut up!" He stands up, heading out of the cell room, "Killer! You're taking my shift this time! The human is being weird!"

He then goes to his room, slamming the door behind him. Screw this person. Screw them. He wasn't beautiful, remotely like that, and he didn't want to hear it!

Damn it! Now he was embarrassed.

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WOOOOO new fic! Get ready everyone who wants to see Finch interact with some other people, because this one is all about friendship. No need to read any of my other fics to understand this one, feel free to dive right in!

( @choicesficwriterscreations )

Relationship: Finch Parnassus (MC) & Tyril Starfury (Platonic)

Warnings: Some light swearing and a little violence, but not in an angsty way I SWEAR.

Word Count: 2,537 words

Summary: Finch and Tyril fight with swords, and have a great time doing it.

“And I think that I would not like to be blamed for killing the Savior of Morella.”

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“I'm telling you, I really do think I could do it.”

Finch and Tyril had been debating a particular issue for a few days at that point. It wasn't particularly rare that the two of them would spar; particularly with swords, although occasionally it was hand to hand, and they had used magic once or twice. Finch had always suspected that they both did it for different reasons, though. While Tyril most likely fought with him purely for practice, with the intent to improve both of their skills, that was only part of Finch's motivation. He also just did it for the thrill. It was fun, and he'd never been one to deny himself something exciting.

“You wouldn't kill me, the whole point is that I don't think you'd touch me at all,” Finch pointed out. “I wouldn't even get hurt.”

What he was specifically trying to do, as he had been trying to do for weeks, was make a bet. He'd improved a lot with his sword since he'd first started using it. So much so that he was fairly confident he'd be able to best Tyril in battle - without even being grazed once. That was what he was willing to bet on.

It wasn't so much that he was positive he could do it. He just thought it was possible, and he really wanted to test his own limits. So now, as he and Tyril walked down a cobblestone street in Whitetower, he was once again trying to convince him to take a chance.

“Come on, we do stuff like this all the time,” he lightly backhanded Tyril's shoulder. “I know you think you're all responsible and everything, but I can tell you secretly like making a game out of this shit as much as I do.”

“It is difficult enough for me to adapt to your… unorthodox style of swordsmanship,” Tyril explained. Finch could admit that that was reasonable. Even though he'd been practicing with Tyril, he'd never been classically trained in quite the same way. His style of sword fighting was about as scrappy as his upbringing. “I wouldn't want to risk causing an accident due to your unpredictable behavior.”

“Wow, Starfury, tell me how you really feel.” Finch mimed being stabbed in the heart and pretended to die, his tongue falling out of his mouth. He dropped out of the charade, waving his hand dismissively. “It would be fine. The worst that would happen is I'd get a little knick, and even then, we can just slap a bandage on it.”

Tyril sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright,” he conceded. “Tell me what exactly you're anticipating I do, and I will consider entertaining the idea.”

“Okay, I want you to act like you're trying to kill me.”

Tyril's brow furrowed. “I feel as though you don't understand what my reservations are about this activity.”

“Let me finish, let me finish,” Finch gestured with his hand in Tyril's direction with the intention of getting him to stop talking. “I'm just saying, come at me with all you've got. Not like we're practicing, like it's the real thing. While you do that, I'll both be trying to disarm you, and dodge all of your attacks. If you hit me, or even just touch me with your sword at all, you win. But, if I can successfully get your sword out of your hand in a meaningful way before you can do that, then I win.”

“And what would we be playing for?” Tyril glanced down at Finch, who wasn't as much shorter than him as Mal was, but still didn't stand quite as tall. “I can't imagine either of us have anything we're eager to give up.”

“I was thinking I’d just do it for the bragging rights, and if you win I guess you'd get the honor of having proven me wrong. We could always put money on it if we wanted to, but I know that's not really your thing,” Finch shrugged.

Tyril pondered on it for a moment, clearly deep in thought in a way that made Finch feel like he'd done quite well at selling his points. “And I suppose that, in the event that there was an accident, we are both capable of administering preliminary healing while we move to a safer location.”

“Right,” Finch nodded along, attempting to encourage Tyril.

“I suppose it may not be too dangerous, then. You are quite good at defending yourself, as well.” He thought about it for a few seconds more. “I'll participate,” he decided. “But if you're injured, we will stop immediately to tend to the wounds. And this will be the only time we do this.”

“That's fine, honestly the fact that you agreed to do it at all is enough for me,” Finch grinned. “How about tomorrow? I promised Kade I'd help him organize some new journals that were brought in, and after that I'm probably going out with Imtura and Mal.”

“I will be available at any time tomorrow, yes,” Tyril confirmed. “Simply come and find me when you're ready to be beaten.”

“You've learned a lot about trash talk lately,” Finch laughed, bumping his shoulder against Tyril's. “Could still stand to get a little better though. Maybe ask Mal, I'm sure even just hearing that question would make him give you a few examples.”

“And I am sure they would be helpful, even indirectly.”

“Great optimism.” Finch gave Tyril one last firm clap on the shoulder as they passed through the palace gates and began parting ways, Finch on his way to the library and Tyril heading towards the main doors. “Keep that mood for tomorrow!” he called after him. “You're going to need it!”

Tyril shook his head with what may have seemed like disapproval to an untrained eye, but Finch could still see the unmistakable smile on his face, no matter how small it was. Finch turned away from him then, trying to focus on his new task. He'd have to find some time to come up with a strategy for the fight; maybe he'd talk to Imtura or Mal about it. They'd have a laugh about the whole thing, he was sure. They'd probably enjoy it as much as Finch knew he himself would.

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The next day, Finch and Tyril met in a dirt arena with bright white brick walls within the boundaries of the castle, where some members of the royal army occasionally trained. Tyril had only brought one of his two swords, and was dressed in the set of armor he wore with as much frequency as if it were casual wear. Finch, despite owning multiple full sets of magically enhanced armor, had opted for a simple set of leather armor. Contrasting that, though, his weapon of choice was the Blade of Sol. Not necessarily to show off, although it wouldn't have been uncharacteristic, but because he knew that it was the only sword he had that would be able to put up a good fight against Tyril's. The other ones would probably be too flimsy, and it wouldn't be a fair fight if his sword snapped in half.

“You don't seem… particularly well protected,” Tyril noted from across the small battlefield.

“Yeah, I figured it'd be a lot harder to make this a fair game if there isn't any solid way to prove you've hit me,” Finch explained.

“Would I not be able to feel it if my sword came into contact with metal armor?”

“It's more fun this way,” Finch dismissed him. “You're lucky I didn't choose not to wear armor at all, if anything I did this to appease you.” He adjusted the leather pauldron on his shoulder. There were certainly many parts of his arms and legs that had been left exposed, as well as spots on his sides, but he wasn't concerned. “Mal and Imtura have money on this, by the way. I told them what we were doing. I don't know which one of them got to bet on me, but whoever it was is about to get a little richer.”

“You have become much more confident since I first met you,” Tyril chuckled, unsheathing one of his swords.

“Oh, I was always this confident,” Finch countered. He took hold of his own sword, giving it a mildly unnecessary flourish and spinning the heavy blade in an arc in his hand. “I just have the skills to back it up now.”

“Alright, then let's begin.”

Without any more warning, Tyril slashed out with his sword. Finch was only able to dodge it on pure instinct, dropping low enough to the ground that the attack went over his head. Unfortunately, this also put him in a vulnerable position. He had quick reflexes, but they weren't always smart ones. Tyril swung his sword down at him, and he just barely avoided it by rolling out of the way. He got up again as quickly as he could.

They circled each other for a brief moment. Then Tyril lunged again. Finch used his own weapon to knock the attack off course. Still, the motion of it continued and they collided. Finch took a few steps back to regain his balance. By the time Tyril was firmly standing again, Finch was behind him. Quick reflexes did pay off sometimes. He planted his hand on Tyril's back and pushed him over. Before he had time to register it, though, he was falling too. Tyril had turned around to grab his wrist as he fell, and now they were both on the ground.

“You're fighting dirty, Starfury,” Finch laughed as he stood.

“I've learned it from you,” Tyril reminded him as he too got back up.

He didn't waste any more time before attacking again, jabbing his sword out towards Finch. Ironically, Finch did utilize a similar move. He dodged to the side as the attack got close, then took hold of Tyril's arm and used his momentum to send the tip of his blade directly into the ground. Finch then used the bit of time that bought him to get further away. Honestly, he was pretty proud of that.

Still, it didn't take long for Tyril to recover. Finch had known that wouldn't count as disarming him; it had mostly been to delay his next attack. He held his weapon more securely in both hands. He watched closely as Tyril pulled his sword from the dirt. Then, in the space of a blink, Tyril was running towards him again. In a flash, Finch raised his sword, and metal clashed against metal as he blocked Tyril's attack.

Tyril swung his sword around in an attempt to hit him from the side. Finch jumped backwards, and he heard the whoosh of the blade through the air as it missed him by a fraction of an inch. Within seconds, Tyril unleashed a barrage of blows, which Finch struggled to deflect. It was almost as if he had to have his blade in two places at once in order to properly defend himself.

As Tyril's sword came in for another attempted hit, Finch took a leap of faith. He didn't block with his own weapon, or dodge backwards as he normally might; instead he avoided the attack by ducking beneath the blade, which incidentally placed him closer to Tyril. Now in the space between Tyril's body and his sword, he grabbed Tyril's wrist and in a fraction of a second he'd slid his hand over Tyril's and used all of the force he had to yank the blade from his grip and fling it across the arena. He didn't grab it, he simply let it go recklessly flying as far as he could get it to go.

Finch could tell Tyril was diving for it immediately with the way he pushed past him. Now it was up to reaction time. Or… maybe it wasn't. What Finch did next was more instinct than anything, his body going non-corporeal before he could even really think about it much. In as much time as it would've taken to blink, Finch had phased out of existence and then directly back into it, right beside where Tyril's fallen sword laid on the ground. His hand shot out, and he grabbed it.

Tyril stopped in his tracks. “You've gotten it,” he noted, breathing heavily. There was a look of bewilderment on his face “You've truly done it.”

It took another moment for Finch's accomplishment to catch up to him. In one hand, he held his own sword. In the other hand, he now had Tyril's. And he hadn't been hit. A quiet, shocked laugh came from him. Then he crowed triumphantly, raising both swords over his head. “Ha! I told you I could!” he gloated, pointing over at Tyril with one of the blades. “I'm not overconfident, I'm proportionately confident.”

“Yes, yes, I understand that now,” Tyril chuckled, smoothing his hair back. “But perhaps next time, we should ban the use of your Realmwalking. That would be a true challenge.”

Finch's brows shot up. “Next time?” he sheathed his own sword, and offered Tyril's back to him. “Whatever happened to “this will be the only time”, hm?” he joked, using his free hand to lightly push Tyril's shoulder.

“It was… more entertaining than I anticipated it to be,” Tyril admitted.

“I had a feeling it would be,” Finch shot him a wink. “It's good training, too. Really valuable. We can keep raising the stakes, and it'll keep making us both better,” he shrugged as they started back towards the castle.

“Classical training is equally valuable, though,” Tyril reminded him.

“I know, you've made sure I know,” Finch laughed, bumping their shoulders together. “Now, what do you say we go find Imtura and tell her Mal owes her some money?”

“You mean to say Mal placed his wager on me?”

“Well, he does believe in you, but we both know he also makes a lot of his decisions based on what the funniest choice is in the moment. And at the time, the three of us were all a few drinks deep, and I was the one around to be offended when he didn't bet on me.”

“That is an excellent point,” Tyril nodded. “I suppose this will be an educational opportunity for him, then.”

“It better be, or else he's going to be losing a lot more money when we do this again,” Finch agreed.

Overall, Finch found that it had been a very successful day. Not only had he convinced Tyril to have some fun, but he also felt like he'd learned a lot. He'd have to train with Tyril more often; he could tell that it benefitted both of them. Besides, he just enjoyed spending time with his friend. There was probably nothing that made him happier than being with the people he loved, even if they were actively pretending to kill each other. He had a feeling that no matter how long he knew his friends, he wouldn't ever get tired of them. It would simply never happen.

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distortedataraxia · 2 years

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School supplies

Dazai x Reader who has a kid

WordCount : 1 K

Warnings : sometimes, the following are mentionned ; murders, suicide and death (no , no one is dead or was murdered. )

Author note : Hello ! I wanted to try out something different, something like reader has a kid with one of the BSD characters. So I did that with this small one-shot.I'm not really proud of it, i could of wrote so much more stuff,but well - looks like all the stuff i could have written will be for another time. Tell me what you think about it - if you liked it, i could do a bunch of others one-shot like that if you'd like.You can request anytime !

Oh and quick reminder. K/n = Kid name !

Anyways I hope you enjoy ★ ~

The end of holidays were approaching - your kid soon had to go back to school. Welcome back to all theses times your child needed help with homework and Dazai made a whole theater dramatic scene for your kid to understand everytime - welcome back to all the mornings you had to drag k/n to school, welcome back to all the times you had calls and words from the teachers about your kid behaviour at school, welcome back to all the times your kid got in troubles - to all the times k/n would sleep late in your back and go to school really tired and not taking care of themself. To all the time you had to take their phone,wifi or computer away.Cheers !

Nontheless, despites all of that, you both still loved k/n for who they were, and you had a lot of fun with dazai and your kid. It's great Dazai stopped all suicidal stuff before deciding to have a kid - it was a miracle, but hey, thanks to the grand fanfiction logic it was possible - Huh, why are we talking about fanfictions right now?

But because of Dazai's knowledge about death he didn't bother to hide, k/n now like to talk about how he would kill his classmates or teachers in certain methods if it was morally right to do so. Seems totally normal - nothing concerning here ! Yup ! Yet again y/n, Cheers ! Support your kids guys !

And well.. Since it's the end of holidays, it's the start of school, wich mean... Papers... SCHOOL SUPPLIES ! Yes, you decided to finally buy school supplies 1 day before the start of school. Seems like a great plan, right?

This was going to be a day. You would of said it would be a boring day, but you can never predict theses sort of things with Dazai as your husband.

You stretched as you got out of bed and got dressed, Dazai was already awake - making breakfast... Oh no this can't be good is what you would have said but he did surprise you before with good cooking only to tell you " See y/n ? Never understimate me, i can make great stuff when i want to ! With the power of love ! " He kind of sounded like he was in a kid show or something but whatever. We are talking about Dazai here.

"Good morning 'Samu" You said with a tired voice hugging him from behind "Ah, good morning my dearest and most beautiful wife ! Did you sleep well? " He replied with a motivated and happy tone in his voice, wich made you smile and answer to his question "yes i slept well, and please stop calling me that it makes me feel like you have multiple wives" He pouted dramatically ; "Ah ! This wounds me deeply ! I didn't mean to put it that way i'm sorry ! But would you really think i'd have multiple wives when i have you ? I'm hurt you know ", you let go of the hug and said, smiling with a tired smirk "i know i know, don't worry, i love you.Now cook breakfast while i go wake up the kid, slave." He gasped dramatically and chuckled "sure sure mY oNe AnD OnLy WiFe" he mocked you lightly.

After waking up the kid and having breakfast you announced " Great, now it's time to finally go buy theses school supplies -" "Mom are you kidding me i have to call my friends today !" You got interrupted by k/n and replied "k/n sweetie, i warned you about it multiple times, you knew about it, at what time are you supposed to call them ? " K/n replied " Eheh you warned me multiple times about it, more like you warned me multiple times about YOUR MOM ! " A akward silence introduced itself after that and k/n fake coughed "anyways um is 5 pm fine ? " they said.

"Yeah, if we hurry up it should be good. " You said.

And now here were you. Totally unprepared, trying to find school supplies at home instead of buying them "K/N you got a pen of each color right?? " You yelled from afar "Yes mom ! " They yelled back from afar "oh wait no my blue pen is broken ! " They yelled from afar again "Throw it away and come back after so that i can hear you better ! " You replied in a loud voice once again. "Y/n i found the calculator me and k/n hacked to play pokemon with it ! " Your husband said to you with stars in his eyes "oh no don't give them that for school again, we don't want k/n to get in troubles again-" You replied "awww fine and here i was so proud of our kid being so sly " He replied with a dramatic sigh "y/n! A book fell in the toilets " Your kid came to you panicking ,you turned and said "Wait what-"

You spent all morning trying to find supplies in your house with k/n and asking your family if they had some. Dazai had to eventually go to work but he'd come back sometimes with stuff he bought with kunikida's money because that jerk still loved to mess with his colleague that much, you two comunicated by texts

Now , morning was over, you ate and went shopping with k/n.Everything seemed a bit more calm but k/n was constantly complaining and really wanted to hurry up.

Now that it was finally over, 4 pm, you arrived home with all of the supplies and you and your kid placed everything in their room and backpack. Wohoo ! Happy ending ! Now it was time to laze around !

Well it would of been time to laze around if you didn't make the house a mess in the morning. You also had to put a warning in the toilet doors "!! DON'T BRING YOUR BOOKS OR PHONE !! ".

So you cleaned up everything alone not bothering to ask for k/n to help today.

Oh and Dazai came back at the end of the day with a bunch of unncessary school supplies he collected throughout the day that you already bought. Well hey atleast that would be useful for next year ! Right?

You woke up to the sound of Dazai's voice and realised all of this was dream. Uh oh. Troubles are coming , today was really the day you had to get the school supplies and ASAP.

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30/90 | J.H.S

Summary: Since you were 16, you completely loathed your birthday. After some tension in the air, you let it slip to Bob and Phoenix that it was your 30th birthday. Bob who, after some drinks and slight intimidation, let it slip to Hangman.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x fem!afab!reader (callsign: Dice)

Content warnings: Slight age gap (reader is 30, Jake is 33-34), SMUT (minors DNI), unprotected p in v, reader is on birth control

A/N: You don't want to know how long I've had this in my drafts.

"Okay, what the hell was that about? You could've gotten us killed if that wasn't a training exercise!" Phoenix yelled.

"It won't happen again."

"You know Mav is gonna be up your ass about telling that to our families, right?"

"There's nothing to tell, Phoenix! We're all fine!"

"Dice, take a breather," Bob said.

"Yeah, whatever," you said. You put your stuff down and tied the sleeves of your flight suit around your waist before walking out of the hangar.

You walked around base for a few minutes before heading to your room. You used the time to yourself to put your laundry away and change out of your flight suit. You knew that that was your last exercise of the day, so you slipped into a Navy shirt and running shorts. There was a knock on your door right as you finished getting dressed.

Phoenix and Bob stood outside of your door, so you let them in, grabbing a book to prop the door open.

"We're not gonna yell at you. I just want to know what happened out there today because you were completely fine yesterday and I'm a little worried," Phoenix explained. You sat on your bed and sighed.

"It's my birthday."

"Um, happy birthday? I don't see what that has to do with anything."

"I'm turning 30. The two of you are the only ones who know and I'd kind of like to keep it that way because I don't want to be treated like a baby."

"We won't tell anyone. I think everyone's going out for drinks tonight. You want to come with us? You can ride with me and Bob."

"No, I think I'll stay here. Maybe watch a couple movies and do some reading."

"Okay. Well, let us know if you change your mind."

"I will. Thanks, Phoenix."

"You're welcome."

Hours passed and all you did was watch Netflix on your laptop. As you checked your emails, Phoenix texted you saying that she was about to leave with Bob to go to The Hard Deck. You told her to have fun before going back to your computer.

It was almost one when you realized that your water bottle was empty. Just your luck that it was also past lights out, so you had to sneak out of your room and into the kitchen quietly.

The door to Hangman's room opened right as you walked by it, and he started to follow you to your room.

"Dice! Dice, wait up!" He kept on whisper-yelling. He eventually caught up to you and gently pushed you against the wall that was right next to your door.

"What's this about?" You asked.

"Little birdie told me it was your birthday."

"Bob? I'm gonna kill him."

"No, it's okay. I kinda hounded him about it, anyways."

"Why? I don't see why it matters to you. Hell, we're never in the air together."

"Listen, Dice. We might not be in the air together but that doesn't mean that I'm not allowed to care about you. You could've died up there, and we would've all been left to clean up the mess. I don't know what I would've done."

"What's that supposed to mean? You barely know me."

You glanced down and noticed that his hands were on your hips. You didn't expect your heart to start thumping at the feeling of how close the two of you were.

"We can continue this conversation right here or we can go to your room. Up to you," Jake whispered in your ear. It clicked. You grabbed his hand and pulled him into your room before quietly shutting the door.

You barely had a moment to think as Jake lightly pushed you up against the door and started kissing you. Your arms instinctively went around his neck as his hands roamed your body. He tapped the back of your thigh a few times, a motion signalling for you to jump.

He walked around the room with you in his arms before pushing you against the wall by your desk. You let out a soft moan as you started to feel him grind into you while kissing your neck. He finally laid you on the bed when you tugged at his shirt a few times.

Clothes were being lazily thrown around the room as the eagerness took over.

"Okay, you gotta be quiet. Are you on birth control or...?"

"It's fine."

Jake nodded his head before slowly kissing you. You groaned into the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist as you felt him ease into you. After giving you a minute to adjust to his size, he started to pick up the pace.

"I'm so close. Fuck," Jake whispered into your ear. He reached down and rubbed your clit in tight circles. Your walls tightened around him and you had to bite your lip to suppress a moan as both of you came at the same time.

It took a few minutes for you to catch your breath, and it wasn't long before Hangman got up and started to look for his clothes. You stretched before putting your pajamas on, and he waited until you were done getting dressed to sneak back out of the room.

"This was nice," he said.

"Don't make it awkward, Bagman."

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chihirolovebot · 1 year

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How do you think phys would react to kokichi ships that others like? (Saiou, oumatsu, irouma) I'm curious because considering how she reacted to finding out Kokichi And Iruma spending time with each other, how would she react to the fandom in general?

this is a fun question actually .

to clear something up quickly, i didn't intend phys's reaction in that scene to be wholly jealousy - they were more unnerved by the idea that there was still a lot they didn't know about ouma and how he spent his time in the killing game despite feeling a tentative trust with him at the moment. they were also freaked out by the idea that ouma had spent much more time with iruma than phys had previously realised and still went ahead with killing her.

in any other case, i don't think phys is one to feel strong jealousy at all ? i think if they were to feel threatened it would more show as insecurity owing to their relatively low self esteem, but i think even that would be an irregular occurrence. phys isn't the sort of person to get into a relationship lightly, they have to totally trust the person before even thinking about it, so i think with stuff like jealousy they'd take a really practical view of it and rarely feel threatened.

#in a roundabout answer #dear venus.

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kn96artworks · 7 months

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"Here by yourself?"

Ryuga glances to the left seeing a stranger sliding onto the empty spot next to him. A guy as regular as they come. It is a thankfully slow night.

"For now, at least." He calmly took a sip of his drink. An appraising hum reaches him. He's not particularly waiting for anyone at the moment though.

"Wouldn't expect someone like you to be free." He huffs a brief chuckle in response. He's heard this quite several times already by this point. He got them down to a T following the initial few attempts. Though as of late he notices that it happens regardless of whether he is alone or not.

"It's more likely than you think."

The man would've kept it going longer if not for the sudden shift in the air. He felt it before it even reached him. A beat passes and a familiar presence graced him as an arm reached for the bar between him and the other guy, effectively blocking them out while also caging him in.

"..Is he bothering you?" A different voice - a rather familiar one - came from just behind him. There is a thinly veiled threat hidden under those simple words.

"Just a flirt. Don't mind him." He takes another sip as another hum answers. The odd sense of deja vu amuses him.

"Well, he's taken now. Too bad." He nurses his drink in mild wonder over the stunted sound the stranger made following that statement before hastily retreating. Nothing of too much concern, he hopes.

"When did you got back?" The pressure behind him lifts as the presence moves to sit on the empty stool to his right.

"Sometimes earlier. Some guy pulled me out for something."

"What something?"

"Don't know. Killed him before he could finish rambling." How typical of him. Impatient as always. He lightly shakes his head in mild exasperation.

"Then, why are you here?"

"To see you, of course." He hummed.

"Just that?" He can see the other person leaning over the counter, eyeing him.

"You know the drill." He finally turns towards his companion at that to return the persistent gaze that has never left him. He briefly pauses, something seems a little different.

"Did something changed?" An odd light danced in the other's eyes.

"Happy that you noticed." Long fingers brushed against the upturned suit lapel. A subtle change in the otherwise stable constant, just enough for him to notice. Most certainly done on purpose.

"You keep coming back like it's some kind of a fun one-day trip."

"Not my fault they keep trying to get me to do stuffs for whatever reasons. I don't really mind because I get to see you some way or another."

"Right, you never cares about anything else."

It is strange that this exchange brought a sense of comfort to him. Why, he would never really understands. He supposes one could even grow fond of a constant nuisance, though the other man is hardly just that. The feeling that he got was not unlike meeting an old friend though one that he didn't have any perticularly favorable memory about. Time forged him into a peculiar individual.

And again, time passes in between the two of them just as it had always does.

#random #garo: goldstorm #jin/ryu #mini fic #my brain and me

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ominousmotion · 1 year

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Trinity of Terror time! Fair warning i only proof read this very lightly so i apologize for bad spelling and grammar also i dont know how to make a long post shorter so sorry for that too!

Alrighty here is the report from Trinity of Terror I have yet to fully go through my pictures and videos bc I apparently took over 400 of them. I basically woke up anxious yesterday bc I had 2 classes before I could leave and I have to leave my last class early to drive 2 hours and then wait for another hour in the freezing cold to pick up my vip stuff. As soong as i pulled in to park i saw Justin Morrow just hanging out on the loading dock and i went oh yeah a roadie is just hanging out then did a double take and went is that Justin?! When I got in the venue I was one of the first people in line for merch so I was able to get everything I wanted without waiting and was able to get a good spot in the pit right behind barricade people but right on the incline of the barricade which fucked my back. First in the line up was Atreyu they were super fun one of the guitarists got his shirt ripped off by the lead singer like 4 times which was funny and the dude was a dilf but he just kept getting new shirts. Black Veil Brides was next and ooo boy Andy Biersack is an interesting guy for sure every song on the set list had overt religious overtones which just persists my theory that he's a scientoligist but there sound settings the whole set I don't know what it was like reverb or bass but Andy could have not sung and I wouldn't have been able to tell but because I was right under the speaker I was suffering and had to fight to not have a panic attack bc of the sound and by that time im just getting more pushed to the front and I really didn't want to have to get pulled over the barricade before miw. But Motionless in White was next and as soon as Chris started singing I was having the time of my life and fell in love with Chris a little after singing and making eye contact for what felt like a minute but was probably 3 seconds I did completely melt seeing Chris do the Blegh in person as well MIW gets a 10/10 gold star 🌟 whatever the whole set was incredible. Ice Nine Kills closed the show bc it was their hometown show but in between sets the guy in front of me on barricade left so I snagged his spot and had myself a fruit snack from my bag and the security guy in front of me gave me the look of wtf where did you just get fruit snacks from so I reached back into my bag and offered him one and in exchange he brought me some water cuz it was almost 1030 and I had not had water or food since I got there at 4pm but there set was super cool tho a lot of the movie references went right over my head it was still pretty fun. So because I was parked right by the loading dock there were a bunch of people waiting for band members to come out so I did that till 1 am and a roadie gave us BVB picks from Jinx? I think and then i met Lonny from BVB and talked to him for a min and got a picture and also me Joe from Ice Nine Kills and chatted with him as well and got a picture. All in all it was a great night despite the anxiety and yeah next time I get pit tickets there won't be any anxiety I hope! I will be posting pictures later i got a bunch of good ones

#kai goes to trinity of terror #text #long post #my show #concert report

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inquisitorismone · 6 months

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i am going to write some stuff about anders and hawke procuring a baby but i'm just gonna talk about the specifics of my batshit insane crazy hawke who seems fun and reasonable when you first meet him until you are down the rabbit hole and like. Oh Dear

he is primarily a purple hawke, though regularly diplomatic with very random bouts of red which are mostly when his mom or sister are threatened in any way whatsoever. which you can imagine where that comes from after watching his brother die! his little brother, who was a warrior just like him, who picked up a sword like he did and died for it!

i think when hawke enters kirkwall he just goes like. full I Will Take Care Of This mode. like fully takes control of the situation because he feels like it's his duty as the man of the house to take care of his sister and his mom. he doesn't even really give them a say in what's going to happen, he makes decisions and moves them forwards until they successfully make it into the city. he doesn't like gamlen but also he's stronger and bigger than gamlen so he's not really bothered by him - he's in control. he's got this big friendly smile pasted across his face most of the time, but that is primarily because he is so suspicious and knows he has to tread lightly or else something will go wrong. so he's lighthearted and joking and makes fun of things and makes funny jokes and has drinks with friends but then when the friends are gone he sits alone in the dark feeling exhausted. like he has to be certain at every single moment that he is in control and knows what's happening and is gauging all the threats around them

he takes varric up on the deep roads expedition because he needs that gold to get his mother and his sister someplace that feels more safe. someplace he doesn't have to keep bethany with him every single night whenever he goes out because he's worried about the templars getting to her or even bandits or regular thiefs or regular folks in lowtown taking advantage of her. he really is possessed by fear for his sister in a way that she can see but for the most part accepts because she understands where it comes from. carver was her twin brother! hawke sees his ghost in her face every time he looks at her.

isabela has a similar sort of like. funny facade but very sharp fear beneath the surface so they get along like a house on fire. they have never ever ever ever EVER in their ENTIRE lives talked about anything seriously. they did sleep together once but he was so weird about it that they didn't talk about it in the morning and it never happened again (more on that later)

he is immediately sympathetic to anders primarily because bethany being taken away from him by templars is one of the fears that truly makes him insane. like he cannot even quite focus on it directly because it makes him so insane! he can pass by templars and smile at them and nod because he can't think critically beyond that or he's genuinely like. he feels gripped with fear in a way that makes it hard to breathe when he thinks about it too much so to cope with that he just takes bethany EVERYWHERE with him

for the most part his early interaction with fenris is just about killing slavers which is so obviously a good thing he doesn't even think about it. the combination of magic and a warrior's abilities that fenris has is so curious and interesting to hawke but he's smart enough not to ask too many questions. it's a fucked up thing that fenris has but sometimes hawke wishes he had something like that - just because he wants to be powerful enough to protect his sister and mom and thinks magic would help with that

his relationship with merrill is complicated! it's like, more of a normal brother/sister relationship than what he has with his ACTUAL sister, in that he's always sort of telling her what to do and saying UH actually you migth want to THINK about that. and he's paranoid that association with blood magic will get bethany hurt because he has personally killed so many blood mages. but he also can't leave merrill alone! and part of that is that association with her like a sister, tho i don't think he's really conscious of that. he just always finds himself drawn back to her and running around with her even if he's bickering with her and criticizing her. i imagine he could reduce her to tears once and then have that ugly moment of oh shit. i forgot other people have feelings. that siblings sometimes have with each other. in her own way i think bethany is jealous of this. i think she wishes that hawke would fight her and bully her and be mean to her more like he did when they were kids. now he's just afraid around her all the time

aveline is dependable but he keeps his distance. it's SO nice to have a friend with which you have no meaningful emotional vulnerability LOL he enjoys spending time with her cuz they can just kick some ass and then everyone goes home at the end of the night without talking about their feelings. he often thinks of her as one of his dearest friends even though i think if you asked aveline she'd be like uhhh. hawke? really?

but of course........of course i am on team varric is hawke's best friend. varric really pushes hawke in a way that no one else does, and certainly in act 1 he's getting drunk with varric all the time and laughing and partying and having a ball. but varric can tell when he's out fighting at hawke's side that he runs into the fray just a little too fast, moving with just enough frenzy that something is not right.

but: act 1 is hawke on his best behavior, because everything he's doing is for bethany and his mom. then his mom asks him to leave bethany behind, and he says yes because his mom is right: what if something happens down there, and he was the one who put bethany in danger? he tells them both what to do while he's gone and then. he goes

when he comes back and bethany's been taken by the templars, that's when he first loses his shit. he's got all this gold, this fancy new house, a place for his mom to live. but the templars won't let him see bethany. isabela and varric talk him down from going straight to the gallows and hitting things until he makes sure she's ok, mostly because of anders and merrill - they all can tell he has a soft spot for the two of them. fenris on the other hand is very sort of like. silent and judgmental during this period. doesn't spend a whole lot of time with hawke

for much of the 3 years he's blowing money on drink and at the blooming rose and going out to fight whoever he can at night. i think he might even get into fights in lowtown that people bet on, until people quickly learn not to bet against hawke. (maybe once a qunari fights him and manages to win. afterwards he tries really hard to fuck that qunari but that's really not how the qun works and he's SO angry that he's been rejected maybe he goes straight to anders's place and that's the first time they do it)

there are rumors that he pays for girls at the blooming rose to hold his head in their laps and stroke his hair while he sleeps. the one time he got blackout drunk and had sex with isabela he wouldn't let her touch him. even when he and anders become a regular thing he doesn't like to let anders really like. touch him. he does all the work. it's because..... he's a little insane with control issues my friend (control issues??? in a LUCY OC??? who would've thought!!!!)

varric is the one who starts to notice that he's getting drunk every night and laughign so loudly and making jokes and bets and having a great time but like. afterwards he will go kill some people on the streets of lowtown. and something is weird! something is wrong! he's drinking too much and he's drunk when he throws himself at swords. varric and bela are really the ones who start to get Concerned for him. hawke calls this having a good time; varric calls it a suicide attempt (anders gets REALLY mad at varric for saying that)

but over time, hawke starts to stabilize. he gets a few letters from bethany and weeps over them for whole nights, spends weeks trying to figure out what to write back. and yet it's always something like, Good to hear from you. Tell me if you're having any trouble. Mum's doing alright. the boy is simply bad at expressing emotions honestly!

he and anders start to talk a little bit more. about their past, about their feelings, about the whole situation. hawke can talk for days and days about bethany. it takes him over a year to say carver's name out loud to anders. he thinks looking at that grief directly will literally kill him so he always defaults to laughing or making some bad joke or something and then later at night anders will wake up to find the bed empty and hawke is just standing out in the cold, leaning a little too far over the balcony.

fenris, for his part, makes a few jokes about liking hawke better when he's drunk and hunting people to fight, but eventually stops. he's concerned too, though he would never ever ever say it. maybe he and bela talk about it

but by the beginning of act 2 he's got it under control again. he's not drinking so much, he's not going around looking to fight or fuck constantly, he writes letters to bethany now and then, enjoys fighting slavers with fenris and watchign ships in the harbor with bela and helping anders in the clinic and playing wicked grace with them all at the hanged man.

then his mommy dies! and it's back to SQUARE! FUCKNIG! ONE! and it's even worse this time because now the viscount is depending on him to deal with this whole fucking qunari situation and his nerves are really starting to fray because he simply does not UNDERSTAND!!! WHY!!! PEOPLE!!! CARE!!! about the qunari. he has no issue with them. he thinks the arishok is eminently reasonable and yeah actually killing your sister's rapist does excuse murder, aveline, so what's the fucking problem here. but the crisis runs higher and higher and higher. isabela disappears with the relic. hawke is just like. [distressed] what the fuck. i think he'd have a frighteningly level reaction to that just sort of like shrug whatever let's go talk to the arishok. which varric finds absolutely TERRIFYING. it's like watching a spring being slowly loaded with a thousand times of pressure and just WAITING for it to snap

the fact that bela came back is probably the only thing that stopped hawke from throwing himself on the arishok's blade LOL. he truly was like fuck it i don't care i don't know why i'm here if you're gonna kill me just get it over with. but then isabela came back. and merrill looked scared behind him. and fenris was watching with his hands clutching his sword, ready to fight. and anders was too afraid to put a hand on his back.

seeing a glimpse of bethany instantly calms him down in a way that is frankly weird. orsino and meredith are fighting and he's just like WHY THE FUCK! ARE YOU FIGHTING! SHUT UP! IF NEITHER OF YOU WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THIS SITUATION I WILL!

and then we get timeskip #2. he's doing a lot better! anders moved in with him, because the house was so lonely and empty. tensions are high but he's seen bethany again (orsino likes to keep the champion in his good books) so he's feeling more stable. but every time things pop up and get more intense he gets more and more nervous. he doesn't even really notice it but that pressure starts building up again. he's laughing a little too loud again. he's drinking a little too much. he's getting a little too frisky with anders in public places. isabela says anders if you don't talk to him i will. and anders is like talk to him about what! he's fine! (meanwhile [hawke voice] could a depressed person do THIS [smashes floating vase in bartrand's house])

the thing is that hawke is depressed and so stressed out he might die at any moment and sometimes tries to throw himself on a sword. and anders thinks that's sexy because he wants to be martyred SO bad. and so when anders asks for those ingredients for a potion hawke is like. are you gonna kill yourself. and anders is like are YOU gonna kill yourself? and they stare at each other for a moment before shrugging. (hawke is fairly certain anders is going to kill himself. if that happens, hawke has a plan)(the plan is die. maybe say leave a note for bethany with varric first)

tbh, he did not anticipate the whole chantry explosion thing. but this does explain exactly what he's thinking in that moment.

in the end, he finds out what he's made of. he tells anders to go mostly because he wants anders to get out while he can. but of course anders comes back for the final battle. and hawke is thinking YOU STUPID FUCK!!! I LOVE YOU!! WHEN THIS IS OVER I WILL RUN AWAY WITH YOU AND PROTECT YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!!!

and BETHANY is there! dear sweet BETHANY! his BABY SISTER! part of him is like no no i will chain her to the floor myself rather than let her fight in this battle. but then. she says. i want to! i want to be free! you were right! you supported me! you protected me my whole life! let me protect you! and he loves her! so much!

HE LOVES THEM ALL SO MUCH! cornered in the gallows he looks at his friends and for the first time in a long time he thinks we are going to come out of here together. in one piece.

and they DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#THIS IS LONG BUT IM EMOTIONAL #mine

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