#i just want to do more things about fang T~T

[lani-heart]

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parings -> ( eventually ) enhypen x reader genre -> soulmate au, fantasy au, angst warnings -> angst, self-harm word count -> 1.9k

abstract -> "If you treat him like a monster, he’ll turn out to be one"

y/n's perspective

“Why did you help, Jake?” I heard and I saw Jay behind me. How did he find out?

“What?” I asked in hopes of clarity. “Heeseung told me you helped Jake with a human potion… did he force–” “He didn’t… he begged to understand how to feel human so I gave a potion to K to give to him and– he asked for help to be human and that it” I said now panicked and he sighed

“He went off to tell Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki now,” he said and I sighed. “He asked me not to tell you guys… is… he okay?” I asked and he shook his head. 

“The potion is wearing off so he'll be better but he used his fire and burned his arms. They're treating him right now in our dorm so he doesn't get in trouble and neither do you” he said and I sighed. 

“I can help–” “Why are you asking to help? He hurt you,” he said and I smiled softly. “It's my magic, and besides he apologized and explained. He’s learning control… and he's also a neurotic vampire. It's why he's so hyper and why his emotions get the better of him” I said and only hugged me. 

“You’re too kind for your own good,” he said and I hugged him back. “I… really wanted to continue what I had with Sooha, but you still forgave that I was split,” he said and even tightened his grip.

“Just don’t let people exploit it,” he said and pulled away. I offered him a smile…

“Lets go help, he’s still your friend after all” 

When I entered the dorm I could hear cries. 

“Ah! y/n!” I heard as I saw… Sooha. I’m glad he had her helping him. “Can you help, please he's in so much pain I don’t know what got to his head!” she pleaded and I nodded. 

I then freeze. 

“Uhm… Sooha, Jay can you leave the room?” I ask and they look at me confused. “I have to..” I trailed off while I brought a pinout. “Jake isn't good with control–” “I’ll be fine, I can take away his thirst while I'm here,” I said and he nodded and went outside the room I'm assuming only outside the door. 

“Go away” he cried while curling himself up in a ball. Sooha tried to bandage his arms. His shirt was off when I saw the burns even exceeded his shoulders. 

I pricked my finger letting the blood smear whilst his body shook. “I can’t do anything right,” he muttered. “Ja–” “Sooha just go away… please” he pleaded. He thought I was... 

“You don’t understand… What I did to those people hurt as much as what I felt, What I did to her was worse than what I feel” he cried out. 

“Jake,” I said and he turned his head slightly from the corner of the couch to see me. I felt my vision blur… just a bit. “Why… why are you here?” he asks and I sigh. 

“Well, I warned you not to use your powers,” I said and he only cried more. “I needed to know…  I-I’m sorry! I… why… why are you bleeding” he sat up when he saw my hand and shuffled away from me. 

“Jake, I'm gonna–” “No! Stay there,” he said when I tried getting closer. 

“I’m gonna do a spell… it’s gonna turn you back–” “I’ll hurt you again, just leave!” he yelled and I shook my head. “You won’t feel thirsty until I leave” I explained and he shook his head. 

“Jake. I forgive you, okay? So please trust me for now” I asked and he froze. I tried to get close when he started telling me the same thing. 

“Ah… Heeseung'' I said while looking at the door. Jake turned when I tackled him and got on top of him, catching him by surprise and doing my spell quickly. “You lied!” he said as I muttered my spell. He then winced when I saw his fangs were coming out. I cut my palm a bit to feed him my blood and did another spell so he wouldn’t turn me into a blood bag. 

“Are you crazy! I’m a vampire, I could kill you!” he yelled as he sat up again and gripped my shoulders. “But you don’t feel the bloodlust right?” I asked and he froze. “You’re insane… Why would you do that! And you lied about Heeseung there!” he whined, making me laugh. 

“But… Thank you for helping me. It doesn't help my emotions' ' he said, his pain is gone but not his guilt. “Jake, you can only do one thing to improve this, '' I said and he stared at me, eager to fix his mistakes.

“Live in fear to commit the same mistakes, Choose to live in bloodlust, or actually improve. To improve you need to accept being a vampire and your mistakes. You need to forgive yourself” I said and he couldn’t say a word. 

“What you did was stupid” I heard and this time it was Heeseung. “The blood spilled in your hand would have driven him–” “You need to give him more credit than that. If you treat him like a monster, he’ll turn out to be one” I said and he looked at me dumbfounded. 

“But it doesn’t mean he is. I get told how much of a freak I am by the humans… vampires, and hybrids because I use magic. It doesn’t make me one, though” I said and he stayed silent. 

“If you need help, my doors are open,” I said to Jake and I noticed a weird position. 

“Uhm! Sorry for this by the way” I said and ran for the door. 

“Blood!” I was now surrounded… this time by my mates and Sooha waiting outside the door. “Sooha, go inside,” Sunghoon said as he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her inside with him. “I… think I'm going too,” Niki said.

Left with three. “You’ve got a lot to explain,'' Sunoo said and I smiled nervously…

Where do I start?

jake’s perspective

When she left, Heeseung said nothing. Instead of going to his room, I then noticed Sooha, Sunghoon, and Niki enter. She was still bleeding. 

“You did not drink her blood!” Sunghoon said and I shook my head. “No–” “You have her blood on your face!” Niki screeched and I shook my head. 

“She… I don't know! She did spells! She forced her blood into me!” I yelled defensively and they scoffed. They haven't marked her yet… let alone tasted her blood. 

“Just don’t do it again” Niki muttered as he left being a grumpy kid. 

“Jake, are you okay?” Sooha asks worriedly and I nod. “y/n… is too forgiving. She also helped me alot” I said and she smiled. “Maybe this will–” “Don’t mention this again Sooha” I said and she only offered a shy smile. 

“Are you okay, Hoon?” I ask, noticing his staring off like he usually does. “Mhhmm, Solon is… annoyed with you” he muttered as he didn’t stop staring at the floor. “Is it the blood?” I ask and he nods. “You do have her blood on your cheek,” Sooha said and I felt my eyes widen. 

“Uhm! I’m gonna go to my room!” 

I cleaned my face while I was alone with my thoughts. 

Why’d she help me… defend me against Heeseung? After what I did? I would hate me, even wish the worst for me. Why was she so… kind? 

“You’re lucky, hyung!” I heard as I left my bathroom to see Jungwon and Sunoo. “Yah! Get off my bed! Your clothes are dirty–” “Why’d you wanna be human anyway?” Sunoo asked. 

The two used to be human… “I wanted to know how it felt,” I said and Jungwon sat up. “It's not fun,” he said and I nodded. “It isn't,” I agreed. “What you did to her wasn’t fair Jake. Just because she forgave you doesn't make it right” Jungwons scolded. 

“I know… I want better control. I need to get better” I said and he sighed. “That's a good first step,” Sunoo said and I nodded. 

“How come you two turned out so smart?” I asked them. And they chuckled, “Heeseung's sister says we must've been blessed with it,” Sunoo said.

“I swear you two seem to be her favorite, '' I said as I jumped on my bed in between the two. “Well… she’s not the best at hiding things. We know at some point we’ve met in another life,  but only Heeseung knows” Jungwon said and I chuckled. 

“Do you think in another life, we knew each other?” I asked them and they laughed. 

“Of course hyung!” 

I know I wasn’t allowed here. 

I knocked on the door and hoped Wonyoung wasn’t there. 

“Hello,” she said as she opened the door. “Oh thank goodness! Wonyoung isn't here right?” I asked and she laughed. “No, you're lucky. Are you feeling better?” y/n asked and I nodded. 

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to join me for breakfast?” I asked and she smiled. “Why not?” she said as she went back in to get her bag. 

“Where's my mates?” she asked. “Asleep, Jungwon and Sunoo slept over in my room. Niki also joined so they are still asleep in my room. Heeseung is nowhere to be seen, Jay… I think in Home-Ec, and Sunghoon in his jealousy arc” I said and she laughed.

“What?” she said while laughing. 

“Your blood was on me… and well drinking your mate’s blood is an intimate thing,” I said and I noticed her cheeks redden. “Also I’m sorry about your hand,” I said while I saw her bandaged hand. 

“It's nothing I'm not used to,” she said and I smiled. 

“I wish we had time to get breakfast outside the campus but, it'd be impossible without skipping homeroom,” I said and she chuckled. “I don’t mind skipping,” she said, shocking me. 

“You're supposed to be the number one! The top student! President of Bright Sun student council, who are you!?” I said dramatically, making her laugh more. “I was gonna skip, I was just gonna use the excuse of stuco” she said and I stopped.

“Let's go then!” 

We made it to the city where not many students were since class was gonna start. 

“Your mates are gonna freak out,” I said and she chuckled. “They skip more than me,” she said and I knew that was probably true. 

“Ooh! I need you to try this! It's a witch's place, but you can come in with me!” she said excitedly as we went into a breakfast place. 

“This just looks like human food,” I said while looking at the menu. “It has magic in it! It's really cool!” she said excitedly that it made me just stop and stare. 

“Jake? Are you okay?” she asked and I nodded. 

“I’m jealous that they get to have a chance with you,” I said but I didn’t mean to say it out loud. She smiled softly. “Well, you did reject me,” she said jokingly. 

“I know and I'm an idiot–” “Jake! Do you want to be my mate?” she asked, throwing me off guard. She giggled since I must've looked like an idiot. 

“Yes! I… I wanna be your mate” I said and she smiled. “Ah! I’ll even pay–" "I won’t argue,” she said and I laughed. 

“Thank you, y/n”

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[f4nggzz]

I WANT SO MUCH TO DO AN AMV OR MEME ANIMATION RELATED TO FANG, TEAM HOOLIGANS AND THE WEASEL TRIO, BUT I JUST LIVE PROCASTINATING HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#i just want to do more things about fang T~T #BCUZ HE NEEDS MORE CONTENT!!! #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[orcelito]

fang successfully flirted his way into buying 5 health potions for 20 each (when theyre usually 50). a 250 gold value for 100 gold. and then we got a ride out to the flaming ship where we r gonna try to Help People. except fang is oh so little and fire is NOT his specialty.......................... 

#speculation nation #but i have 6 health potions now and a whole lotta spunk #i ALSO have fireball. which. is counterproductive with trying to get people OUT of the burning ship lmfao #like most of my spells r trying to remain unseen. charming people. or otherwise just being a slippery lil fuck #i still cant get over the 20 gold potions bit tho. i tried to get them lower but the dude didnt seem to wanna fuck so like w/e lol #Fang's got bigger concerns rn anyways #B U T if it got him cheaper potions. he's done more for less b4 lmfao #listen ive never been the Seducer kind of player in dnd #and like im still not really #but fang is literally a sex worker and is used to Doing Stuff if it benefits him so like #it's literally nothing in his mind to throw that in to sweeten the pot for bargaining lmao #it's. certainly interesting to play a sex worker tho . Was Not Entirely On Purpose #it was just part of how he was created as a character & it was so essential to his brand of weirdness that i could Not get rid of it #very much the like. he just doesnt give a shit about physical whatever. he knows he's pretty. so he uses that to his advantage #he's not especially attached to the job but he also is perfectly fine keeping doing it #it keeps him fed so he's fine with that #but ALSO. it brings a certain amount of uhhhh Context for the way he looks at the world lmao #i didnt want to play the kind of character where it's like. the sex work is their Entire Thing. & theyre just flirting left and right #he really doesnt care about it from a personal standpoint. he just doesnt really care about sex? #it's just an activity. and it can get him money and gifts. so he'll do it if it benefits him #god. i really do love him so much. #he's got such an interesting outlook on life. it's so fun to play him. #also lmfao @ several people being like Where's Fang?! and he's just doin his own thing #the State Of Fang is not thinking about how he's worrying people with his actions and just kinda focusing on what's in front of him #his mom is worried SICK bc she heard from the others about the shit. #and meanwhile fang is halfway across the map flirting to get cheap health potions bc he was literally at 7 hp #out of 24 lmao. im level 5 so that's BAD but cant help it #squishy. at least i have mage armor up. and SIX health potions!!!! #i have many thoughts about dnd and it's mostly me holding fang My Boy up and rotating him in my mind #fang

[smuddee-papabear]

naga partner manhandles you with their tail 🙏

Ooh I love nagas. You didn't specify gender so I'm going to make both gender neutral

gender neutral reader X gender neutral naga

Tw: rough handling, biting kink

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Most mornings were easy, your partner was too busy warming up on their heating pad to complain too hard about you going into work. The day would start with you wriggling your way from their sizable tail before taking a shower. You'd get your breakfast and coffee before leaving after giving them a peck on the cheek.

Some mornings, however, they wouldn't let you go without a fight. This was one of them.

"I have to go into work." You know they won't care about that the moment their tail wraps your leg.

Your naga lets out a huffy sigh, tail trailing up. "I could provide you with everything you need without that silly job getting in the way."

"That silly job pays for your food bill." You tease, turning to look at them. It was a mistake. The way the morning light shines on their gorgeous scales is far too distracting. "And your heat pad."

Your naga partner clearly doesn't like that assessment. Their expression darkens slightly. "I can feed us both and I don't need a fancy pad to warm myself."

"Oh no?" Your raised eyebrow is another mistake.

You yelp as a strong force shoves unexpectedly on your chest. Before you know it you're wrapped in a coil and pushed into the floor right in front of them.

Your breath is knocked out of you, and not just from the force of it. Naga!Partner's eyes gleam with satisfaction as they loom above you. You're sure they can feel the jump in your heart rate. A devilish smile crosses their face.

"If you think I can't, get out of my coils and go into work."

For a moment you stare open mouthed at them. Get out of their coils? How does this prove that they can provide for you?

Finally you start wriggling against the well muscled body, trying to ignore how intently your naga watches. It doesn't take long before you're out of breath.

Unwilling to admit defeat you start kicking your legs and manage to make minor headway. Before you can be proud of that you hear tutting from Naga!Partner and another section of tail wraps your legs before you're yanked upside-down and dangled in front of the naga's eyes.

Heat flushes your face. "Hey! I was doing what you told me to!" A chaste kiss to your lips has you too flustered to splutter out more of your indignance.

"Are you just giving up?" The smug tone causes your blush to spread further.

You try to curl up and grab their tail but are stopped when they use another coil to shove up into your back, arching it almost uncomfortably. Once again the breath is knocked from your lungs.

You barely have time to get it back before Naga!Partner shifts the end of their tail to force your legs open just enough to put you in a very vulnerable position. They tease your crotch with the tip.

Despite what you should be wanting, to get free, a sharp moan escapes your mouth.

Your naga's breath tickles the back of your neck and sends shivers through your body. "I can provide for you." Their hiss is somehow so loving and so angry at the same time.

You open your mouth but are embarrassed the only thing leaving it is a breathy whine. Something cold and flat slides into your hand. Only a moment goes by before you realize what. Your phone; a clear demand to call in sick.

It takes effort but you manage to speak without another whine. "I have-...I have to work."

"No," Naga!Partner's teeth skim the skin on your neck. You can feel their fangs trail along. Goosebumps form where they do. "I can provide for you."

"Need...need t wo-work...!" You manage to choke out. To be honest you don't really care about it anymore. Your heart is racing, body throbbing with every shift of your naga's muscles, mind foggy with need.

Their fangs push into your skin. It's not enough to break it but it is enough to cause a jolt through your shaking frame. "I will provide you with what you need today."

You call in sick, and just as promised your Naga!Partner provides all you need and more.

#monster fucker #monster smut #naga smut #monster x reader #monster x human #gender neutral reader #biting kink #hope that was rough enough #it was probably pretty mild actually? sorry if it was less than expected #to be honest I love reading Naga but this is the first time writing it! #pa-bear writes

[ciaoteamo]

MOON CYCLE

pairings: miguel x f!reader

summary: Miguel wants to rid of your cramps for the night

warnings: 18+ content

“ugh..” You hold your stomach in pain as another cramp abuses your uterus.

“i wish we had some medication for you” Miguel looks at you with pity as he turns on the fan for any possible hot flashes.

“i don’t take those unless it’s unbearable to not build a tolerance” You reply with a groan following behind.

“i’ll look at some other solutions for you then” He says before walking away.

“kay” You mumble into your pillow. Though your period has been coming for years now, this was the first time you’d had this constant pain. It wouldn’t go away by the usual things you’d use.

You hear your phone go off and roll your eyes at the noise. You immediately put the phone on silent and see who texted you.

“oh” It was Miguel. You open the message and it was a screenshot of things to help you. Things seemed pretty cookie cutter until you got to the last thing listed.

You: orgasm?

Miguel: yeah i meant to crop that out sorry

You: why crop it? i haven’t tried it before.

Miguel: …

You watched the bubbles in his message dance and heard the bedroom door open.

“Do you think it’ll help?” He asks, closing the door behind him.

“I don’t know to be honest. I could try but i don’t really want to get chunky blood all over my fingers you know?” You sigh.

“I can do it for you” He offers.

“i don’t feel like getting dicked down right now if you couldn’t tell” You chuckle and hiss at a sudden cramp. It was getting worse.

“this is about you, not me” He sits on the edge of the bed.

“the hell does that mean”

“i’ll just use my mouth” He answered matter of factly.

“yeah right” You sourly chuckle. He doesn’t say anything though and your smile fades. “you whore…” You slightly sit up with a shocked face.

“only for you mi amor” He chuckles and grabs your hand before kissing the palm.

“you’re such a freak” You say as he stops kissing your hand and moves toward your face.

“i know” He kisses you on the lips. He immediately moaned into the kiss, making you clench your thighs a bit.

His hands traveled up and down your arms and yours were tangling his hair. You felt another cramp and bit his lip by accident.

“fuckkk” You say, holding you stomach again. “i’m sorry” You breathe out.

“its fine, let’s do this quickly” He kissed your cheek and wiped the small drop of blood on his lip.

He pulled your pyjama pants down and kissed your inner thigh. There was much discomfort when he pushed open your legs and he noticed.

“it’ll be over soon amor” He cooed.

He pulled down your underwear and tossed them aside. But he just looked confused.

“what” You ask.

“i was expecting a pad, then a tampon. is it deep inside?” He asks.

“no, those were period underwear, women in stem” You grin.

“smart” He gave an approving look before spreading your lips. You press your head into your pillow to not see what was going on.

You were already getting close to your surprise. It felt like the moans were being snatched out of you. His tongue pressed against your clit and traced it perfectly.

You let out a squeak like noise and reached for his hair, gripping it tightly. He moaned and it made you look down by accident.

You didn’t regret it though, his eyes were red and low. His fangs were long and sharp and his lips and chin were coated red.

The you from 10 minutes ago would be disgusted, but right now. He looked beyond hot. You moaned just at the sight of him and he dove back in once you let go of his hair.

This time you were able to sit up more and look down at him. You rocked your hips and he stiffened his tongue, understanding what you needed.

He swiftly laid down and put you on top of him.

You grabbed the back of his head and started to ride his face relentlessly. His eyes closed and he moaned into you.

“i’m about to cum” You throw your head back and your legs shook as the most intense orgasm hit you. Miguel’s name fell from your mouth like a prayer while you sat still on his face.

He took it upon himself to suck on your clit like a mad man. Your words were incomprehensible now and you suddenly fell silent.

You ears were warm and ringing as you felt another orgasm approach. This time you heard a shower like noise that lasted no more than a second.

Miguel still didn’t let go and the overstimulation was too much. “Miguel please” You voice cracked as you tried to move without making him suck harder on you. He showed you mercy and released you from his mouth.

It was only now when you noticed him jerking himself off. He grunted and thrust his hips up a few times as he came, licking his lips in the process.

His face was ruined. Covered in your substances, and he looked like he was drunk off of it. You laid there, catching your breath.

“feel better?” He asks. He sits up to catch his breath as well.

“…yes” You didn’t want to admit it but it felt greater than anything before.

“glad you enjoyed” He sat up and was about to give you a kiss.

“wash your face first” You say, putting a hand on his chest to stop him. “besides i need to watch the blankets now” You pat the side of his face.

“alright”

~

You were now laying with Miguel, happily cramp free. He was giving you endless kisses and was happy you weren’t getting irritated easily anymore.

You had your bedroom lights on low and cuddled each other in the silence.

“…so you squirt now.. tell me about that” He starts.

“shut up”

(A/N) Did you guys get the title😔

#x reader #imagine #smut #ciaoteamo #spiderman atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut

[cocklessboy]

I see a lot of people saying that gender-affirming health care like top surgery for trans people like myself should be freely available (which is correct), but one of the reasons they often give is that top surgery is very safe and has a very low rate of complications compared to other surgeries. And I often see transphobes clutching their pearls over the few people who do have complications. What about them?! What if you're one of the unlucky ones?! Should we really let those transes risk it??!!!

Setting aside the fact that no one raises such concerns over other types of surgery, I'd like to use myself as an example for anyone who needs one.

In May of 2022 I had top surgery (double mastectomy). The surgery was done by a gynecological surgeon, not a plastic surgeon, because that way my insurance would cover it.

The surgeon did his job and removed the breast tissue, but he did not make it look pretty. I have dog-ears at both ends of both scars (extra bits of skin that hang off in a very unappealing fashion), my chest still looks unnaturally flat with no muscle or fat despite a lot of working out, and one of the stitches didn't heal properly and was left as an open wound through "secondary healing" for several months before it finally healed over into a very large scab (and eventually a very large scar). My nipples are uneven and irregular and look... well, just awful, really. Due to bad genetic luck, I wound up with keloid scars which, instead of getting smaller and lighter over time, have instead expanded, becoming thicker and darker. Worst of all, I now have chronic nerve pain in my chest. My GP thinks the surgeon must have hit a nerve during the procedure, and now I have random sharp pains all over my chest even now, nearly ten months later. The pain might improve with time, or it might not.

I basically had almost every possible complication one can have from this surgery short of infection or death. Some of the aesthetics might be fixable with more surgery (though plastic surgery will be expensive). Some are probably permanent. I might never feel comfortable taking my shirt off in public again. I might have to tattoo over the scars.

And pay attention to this next bit, because it's the most important part of this whole post: I do not regret the surgery. Even with all the complications and the ugly state of my chest and the pain. If someone said they could push a button and make it so that the surgery never happened and I'd have a perfect, unmarred chest with C-cup breasts again, I would tell them to take their button and fuck right off. Because even with basically the worst of all possible outcomes, that surgery was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I don't feel good about taking my shirt off in front of people now. I do think my chest is ugly. But it's a male chest now. When I put on a t-shirt, it rests flat against my chest. No one will ever mistake me for a woman again. I'll never have to wear a bra or binder ever again.

The dysphoria I felt from having breasts was so severe that a hideously scarred chest and chronic pain are vastly preferable. The euphoria I feel when I look in the mirror with a shirt on is something I never knew I was capable of feeling.

And it's my fucking body, and it's up to me what I do with it. If I wanted to tattoo myself from head to toe, or file my teeth into fangs, or have a doctor break my legs and surgically implant extensions to make me taller, that's my right because it's my body. The fact that all those things are regarded as basically acceptable (if a little weird), but I had to have a dehumanizing interview with an old cis psychiatrist who hates trans people and wants us all sterilized just to get a piece of paper giving me permission to have my tits removed, is fucking absurd.

Top surgery (of any kind) is generally very safe, and complications are rare. But even with the worst outcome, a trans person will basically never regret it.

And frankly, if a cis woman wants her tits cut off, or a cis man wants a pair of boobs to play with on his own chest, more power to them because literally who gives a fuck what people do to their own bodies? I saw a dude on TV when I was a kid who'd tattooed his whole body to look like a cat, filed his teeth into fangs, and had loads of plastic surgery to surgically implant whiskers and make his face look more feline. It was weird! But literally no one said that should be banned because he might regret it. It's his body to do whatever weird shit he wants with.

The next time someone clutches their pearls and kicks and screams about how you can't let someone permanently alter their body in a way they might regret, feel free to point to me and my complete and utter lack of regret.

(Or have a little fun with it, go hard in the other direction, and say you absolutely agree, which is why we should ban ALL non-emergency surgeries until the patient has been FULLY evaluated by three psychiatrists - along with tattoos and piercings. Oh, and ballet lessons for anyone under the age of 25, since ballet changes the structure of a child's body FOREVER.)

#transgender #transmasc #trans man #lgbtqia+ #queer #top surgery #gender dysphoria

[disabled-dragoon]

The Disability Library

I love books, I love literature, and I love this blog, but it's only been recently that I've really been given the option to explore disabled literature, and I hate that. When I was a kid, all I wanted was to be able to read about characters like me, and now as an adult, all I want is to be able to read a book that takes us seriously.

And so, friends, Romans, countrymen, I present, a special disability and chronic illness booklist, compiled by myself and through the contributions of wonderful members from this site!

As always, if there are any at all that you want me to add, please just say. I'm always looking for more!

Edit 20/10/2023: You can now suggest books using the google form at the bottom!

Updated: 31/08/2023

Articles and Chapters

The Drifting Language of Architectural Accessibility in Victor Hugo's Notre-Dame de Paris, Essaka Joshua, 2012

Early Modern Literature and Disability Studies, Allison P. Hobgood, David Houston Wood, 2017

How Do You Develop Whole Object Relations as an Adult?, Elinor Greenburg, 2019

Making Do with What You Don't Have: Disabled Black Motherhood in Octavia E. Butler's Parable of the Sower and Parable of the Talents, Anna Hinton, 2018

Necropolitics, Achille Mbeme, 2003 OR Necropolitics, Achille Mbeme, 2019

Wasted Lives: Modernity and Its Outcasts, Zygmunt Bauman, 2004

Witchcraft and deformity in early modern English Literature, Scott Eaton, 2020

Books

Fiction:

Misc:

10 Things I Can See From Here, Carrie Mac

A-F:

A Curse So Dark and Lonely, (Series), Brigid Kemmerer

Akata Witch, (Series), Nnedi Okorafor

A Mango-Shaped Space, Wendy Mass

Ancillary Justice, (Series), Ann Leckie

An Unkindness of Ghosts, Rivers Solomon

An Unseen Attraction, (Series), K. J. Charles

A Shot in the Dark, Victoria Lee

A Snicker of Magic, Natalie Lloyd

A Song of Ice and Fire, (series), George R. R. Martin

A Spindle Splintered, (Series), Alix E. Harrow

A Time to Dance, Padma Venkatraman

Bath Haus, P. J. Vernon

Beasts of Prey, (Series), Ayana Gray

The Bedlam Stacks, (Series), Natasha Pulley

Black Bird, Blue Road, Sofiya Pasternack

Black Sun, (Series), Rebecca Roanhorse

Blood Price, (Series), Tanya Huff

Borderline, (Series), Mishell Baker

Breath, Donna Jo Napoli

The Broken Kingdoms, (Series), N.K. Jemisin

Brute, Kim Fielding

Cafe con Lychee, Emery Lee

Carry the Ocean, (Series), Heidi Cullinan

Challenger Deep, Neal Shusterman

Cinder, (Series), Marissa Meyer

Clean, Amy Reed

Connection Error, (Series), Annabeth Albert

Cosima Unfortunate Steals A Star, Laura Noakes

Crazy, Benjamin Lebert

Crooked Kingdom, (Series), Leigh Bardugo

Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots, (Series), Cat Sebastian

Daniel, Deconstructed, James Ramos

Dead in the Garden, (Series), Dahlia Donovan

Dear Fang, With Love, Rufi Thorpe

Deathless Divide, (Series), Justina Ireland

The Degenerates, J. Albert Mann

The Doctor's Discretion, E.E. Ottoman

Earth Girl, (Series), Janet Edwards

Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead, Emily R. Austin

The Extraordinaries, (Series), T. J. Klune

The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict, (Series), Trenton Lee Stewart

Fight + Flight, Jules Machias

The Final Girl Support Group, Grady Hendrix

Finding My Voice, (Series), Aoife Dooley

The First Thing About You, Chaz Hayden

Follow My Leader, James B. Garfield

Forever Is Now, Mariama J. Lockington

Fortune Favours the Dead, (Series), Stephen Spotswood

Fresh, Margot Wood

H-0:

Harmony, London Price

Harrow the Ninth, (series), Tamsyn Muir

Hench, (Series), Natalia Zina Walschots

Highly Illogical Behaviour, John Corey Whaley

Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers

How to Become a Planet, Nicole Melleby

How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager, (Series), D. N. Bryn

How to Sell Your Blood & Fall in Love, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites, Joy Demorra

I Am Not Alone, Francisco X. Stork

The Immeasurable Depth of You, Maria Ingrande Mora

In the Ring, Sierra Isley

Into The Drowning Deep, (Series), Mira Grant

Iron Widow, (Series), Xiran Jay Zhao

Izzy at the End of the World, K. A. Reynolds

Jodie's Journey, Colin Thiele

Just by Looking at Him, Ryan O'Connell

Kissing Doorknobs, Terry Spencer Hesser

Lakelore, Anna-Marie McLemore

Learning Curves, (Series), Ceillie Simkiss

Let's Call It a Doomsday, Katie Henry

The Library of the Dead, (Series), TL Huchu

The Lion Hunter, (Series), Elizabeth Wein

Lirael, (Series), Garth Nix

Long Macchiatos and Monsters, Alison Evans

Love from A to Z, (Series), S.K. Ali

Lycanthropy and Other Chronic Illnesses, Kristen O'Neal

Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro

The Never Tilting World, (Series), Rin Chupeco

The No-Girlfriend Rule, Christen Randall

Nona the Ninth, (series), Tamsyn Muir

Noor, Nnedi Okorafor

Odder Still, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Once Stolen, (Series), D. N. Bryn

One For All, Lillie Lainoff

On the Edge of Gone, Corinne Duyvis

Origami Striptease, Peggy Munson

Our Bloody Pearl, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Out of My Mind, Sharon M. Draper

P-T:

Parable of the Sower, (Series), Octavia E. Butler

Parable of the Talents, (Series), Octavia E. Butler

Percy Jackson & the Olympians, (series), Rick Riordan

Pomegranate, Helen Elaine Lee

The Prey of Gods, Nicky Drayden

The Pursuit Of..., (Series), Courtney Milan

The Queen's Thief, (Series), Megan Whalen Turner

The Quiet and the Loud, Helena Fox

The Raging Quiet, Sheryl Jordan

The Reanimator's Heart, (Series), Kara Jorgensen

The Remaking of Corbin Wale, Joan Parrish

Roll with It, (Series), Jamie Sumner

Russian Doll, (Series), Cristelle Comby

The Second Mango, (Series), Shira Glassman

Scar of the Bamboo Leaf, Sieni A.M

Shaman, (Series), Noah Gordon

Sick Kids in Love, Hannah Moskowitz

The Silent Boy, Lois Lowry

Six of Crows, (Series) Leigh Bardugo

Sizzle Reel, Carlyn Greenwald

The Spare Man, Mary Robinette Kowal

The Stagsblood Prince, (Series), Gideon E. Wood

Stake Sauce, Arc 1: The Secret Ingredient is Love. No, Really, (Series), RoAnna Sylver

Stars in Your Eyes, Kacen Callender [Expected release: Oct 2023]

The Storm Runner, (Series), J. C. Cervantes

Stronger Still, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Sweetblood, Pete Hautman

Tarnished Are the Stars, Rosiee Thor

The Theft of Sunlight, (Series), Intisar Khanani

Throwaway Girls, Andrea Contos

Top Ten, Katie Cotugno

Torch, Lyn Miller-Lachmann

Treasure, Rebekah Weatherspoon

Turtles All the Way Down, John Green

U-Z:

Unlicensed Delivery, Will Soulsby-McCreath Expected release October 2023

Verona Comics, Jennifer Dugan

Vorkosigan Saga, (Series), Lois McMaster Bujold

We Are the Ants, (Series), Shaun David Hutchinson

The Weight of Our Sky, Hanna Alkaf

Whip, Stir and Serve, Caitlyn Frost and Henry Drake

The Whispering Dark, Kelly Andrew

Wicked Sweet, Chelsea M. Cameron

Wonder, (Series), R. J. Palacio

Wrong to Need You, (Series), Alisha Rai

Ziggy, Stardust and Me, James Brandon

Graphic Novels:

A Quick & Easy Guide to Sex & Disability, (Non-Fiction), A. Andrews

Constellations, Kate Glasheen

Dancing After TEN: a graphic memoir, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Vivian Chong, Georgia Webber

Everything Is an Emergency: An OCD Story in Words Pictures, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Jason Adam Katzenstein

Frankie's World: A Graphic Novel, (Series), Aoife Dooley

The Golden Hour, Niki Smith

Nimona, N. D. Stevenson

The Third Person, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Emma Grove

Magazines and Anthologies:

Artificial Divide, (Anthology), Robert Kingett, Randy Lacey

Beneath Ceaseless Skies #175: Grandmother-nai-Leylit's Cloth of Winds, (Article), R. B. Lemburg

Defying Doomsday, (Anthology), edited by Tsana Dolichva and Holly Kench

Josee, the Tiger and the Fish, (short story) (anthology), Seiko Tanabe

Nothing Without Us, edited by Cait Gordon and Talia C. Johnson

Nothing Without Us Too, edited by Cait Gordon and Talia C. Johnson

Unbroken: 13 Stories Starring Disabled Teens, (Anthology), edited by Marieke Nijkamp

Uncanny #24: Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction, (Anthology), edited by: Elsa Sjunneson-Henry, Dominik Parisien et al.

Uncanny #30: Disabled People Destroy Fantasy, (Anthology), edited by: Nicolette Barischoff, Lisa M. Bradley, Katharine Duckett

We Shall Be Monsters, edited by Derek Newman-Stille

Manga:

Perfect World, (Series), Rie Aruga

The Sky is Blue with a Single Cloud, (Short Stories), Kuniko Tsurita

Non-Fiction:

Academic Ableism: Disability and Higher Education, Jay Timothy Dolmage

A Disability History of the United States, Kim E, Nielsen

The Architecture of Disability: Buildings, Cities, and Landscapes beyond Access, David Gissen

Being Seen: One Deafblind Woman's Fight to End Ableism, Elsa Sjunneson

Black Disability Politics, Sami Schalk

Borderline, Narcissistic, and Schizoid Adaptations: The Pursuit of Love, Admiration, and Safety, Dr. Elinor Greenburg

Brilliant Imperfection: Grappling with Cure, Eli Clare

The Cambridge Companion to Literature and Disability, Barker, Clare and Stuart Murray, editors.

The Capacity Contract: Intellectual Disability and the Question of Citizenship, Stacy Clifford Simplican

Capitalism and Disability, Martha Russel

Care work: Dreaming Disability Justice, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Catatonia, Shutdown and Breakdown in Autism: A Psycho-Ecological Approach, Dr Amitta Shah

The Collected Schizophrenias: Essays, Esme Weijun Wang

Crip Kinship, Shayda Kafai

Crip Up the Kitchen: Tools, Tips and Recipes for the Disabled Cook, Jules Sherred

Culture – Theory – Disability: Encounters between Disability Studies and Cultural Studies, Anne Waldschmidt, Hanjo Berressem, Moritz Ingwersen

Decarcerating Disability: Deinstitutionalization and Prison Abolition, Liat Ben-Moshe

Demystifying Disability: What to Know, What to Say, and How to Be an Ally, Emily Ladau

Dirty River: A Queer Femme of Color Dreaming Her Way Home, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Disability Pride: Dispatches from a Post-ADA World, Ben Mattlin

Disability Visibility: First-Person Stories From the Twenty-First Century, Alice Wong

Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability and Making Space, Amanda Leduc

Every Cripple a Superhero, Christoph Keller

Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness and Liberation, Eli Clare

Feminist Queer Crip, Alison Kafer

The Future Is Disabled: Prophecies, Love Notes, and Mourning Songs, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Growing Up Disabled in Australia, Carly Findlay

It's Just Nerves: Notes on a Disability, Kelly Davio

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Rebecca Skloot

Language Deprivation & Deaf Mental Health, Neil S. Glickman, Wyatte C. Hall

The Minority Body: A Theory of Disability, Elizabeth Barnes

My Body and Other Crumbling Empires: Lessons for Healing in a World That Is Sick, Lyndsey Medford

No Right to Be Idle: The Invention of Disability, 1840s-1930s, Sarah F. Rose

Nothing About Us Without Us: Disability Oppression and Empowerment, James I. Charlton

The Pedagogy of Pathologization Dis/abled Girls of Color in the School-prison Nexus, Subini Ancy Annamma

Physical Disability in British Romantic Literature, Essaka Joshua

QDA: A Queer Disability Anthology, Raymond Luczak, Editor.

The Right to Maim: Debility, Capacity, Disability, Jasbir K. Puar

Sitting Pretty, (memoir), Rebecca Taussig

Sounds Like Home: Growing Up Black & Deaf in the South, Mary Herring Wright

Surviving and Thriving with an Invisible Chronic Illness: How to Stay Sane and Live One Step Ahead of Your Symptoms, Ilana Jacqueline

The Things We Don't Say: An Anthology of Chronic Illness Truths, Julie Morgenlender

Uncanny Bodies: Superhero Comics and Disability, Scott T. Smith, José Alaniz 

Uncomfortable Labels: My Life as a Gay Autistic Trans Woman, (memoir), Laura Kate Dale

Unmasking Autism, Devon Price

The War on Disabled People: Capitalism, Welfare and the Making of a Human Catastrophe, Ellen Clifford

We've Got This: Essays by Disabled Parents, Eliza Hull

Year of the Tiger: An Activist's Life, (memoir) (essays) Alice Wong

Picture Books:

A Day With No Words, Tiffany Hammond, Kate Cosgrove-

A Friend for Henry, Jenn Bailey, Mika Song

Ali and the Sea Stars, Ali Stroker, Gillian Reid

All Are Welcome, Alexandra Penfold, Suzanne Kaufman

All the Way to the Top, Annette Bay Pimentel, Jennifer Keelan-Chaffins, Nabi Ali

Can Bears Ski?, Raymond Antrobus, Polly Dunbar

Different -- A Great Thing to Be!, Heather Alvis, Sarah Mensinga

Everyone Belongs, Heather Alvis, Sarah Mensinga

I Talk Like a River, Jordan Scott, Sydney Smith

Jubilee: The First Therapy Horse and an Olympic Dream, K. T. Johnson, Anabella Ortiz

Just Ask!, Sonia Sotomayor, Rafael López

Kami and the Yaks, Andrea Stenn Stryer, Bert Dodson

My Three Best Friends and Me, Zulay, Cari Best, Vanessa Brantley-Newton

Rescue & Jessica: A Life-Changing Friendship, Jessica Kensky, Patrick Downes, Scott Magoon

Sam's Super Seats, Keah Brown, Sharee Miller

Small Knight and the Anxiety Monster, Manka Kasha

We Move Together, Kelly Fritsch, Anne McGuire, Eduardo Trejos

We're Different, We're the Same, and We're All Wonderful!, Bobbi Jane Kates, Joe Mathieu

What Happened to You?, James Catchpole, Karen George

The World Needs More Purple People, Kristen Bell, Benjamin Hart, Daniel Wiseman

You Are Enough: A Book About Inclusion, Margaret O'Hair, Sofia Sanchez, Sofia Cardoso

You Are Loved: A Book About Families, Margaret O'Hair, Sofia Sanchez, Sofia Cardoso

The You Kind of Kind, Nina West, Hayden Evans

Zoom!, Robert Munsch, Michael Martchenko

Plays:

Peeling, Kate O'Reilly

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[sailoryooons]

T R I C K O R T R E A T

presented by BTS Fantasy and Fangs

Celebrate this Hallows' Eve with legends told by our most esteemed ghouls. Enter worlds of the unknown and lose yourself in these tales. But beware: one might lose themselves in these hallowed stories.

Rating: Works range from SFW and NSFW. Each work will have its own set of warnings.

Note: This collaboration features works written as general works and works that were assigned via a Secret-Santa style within the BTS Fantasy & Fangs server in which writers did not know who was gifting them a work!

LEGENDS COMING THROUGHOUT OCTOBER.

T R I C K S

☾ Title: Devil Town

☾ Pairing: Platonic OT7 x reader

☾ Summary: You take a chance and spend a month in Devil Town: a quaint little place nestled deep in the woods of The Unknown, where the air is always a touch chilly, things are never quite what they seem, and no one will tell you anything.

☾ Genre/AU: Autumn?? A lil spooky, a lil whimsy, a lil mystery; not quite angst, not quite fluff

☾ Rating: PG 

as told by @park-jimin-isnt-real

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☾ Title: Handmaidens

☾ Pairing: OT7 x reader

☾ Summary: When the murder of handmaidens begin in Joseon, you are assigned to serve the throne – the seven imperial princes, sons of Lord Sihyuk. Despite your loyalty, your suspicions begin to rise about the killings. Can you escape the palace before it’s too late? 

☾ Genre/AU: Joseon Era thriller/slasher

☾ Rating: TBD

as told by @eserethriddle

☾ Title: Have Mercy 

☾ Paring: Demon!Jimin x Reader | Alpha!Yoongi x Reader | Demon!Jimin x Alpha!Yoongi 

☾ Summary: As a crossroads demon, Jimin is no stranger to vile creatures. Summoned once more, Jimin is surprised to find one of the purest souls asking for his help. Not only does he accept her deal, but while watching over her, Jimin finds himself falling for the very soul he is meant to devour. Eager to confess, Jimin summons the sweet soul only for his plan to turn sour when someone far more evil finds her alone. 

☾ Genre/AU: Angst | Smut | Strangers to Lovers | Demon AU | A/B/O AU 

☾ Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

as told by @sweetestofchaos

Title: The One who Saved Us All

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: It's the annual Halloween celebration in Seoul, where everyone from different walks of life get together and celebrate the history of the Vidyadhara. But when someone decides to cause some trouble, Seokjin's best-kept secret comes to life.

Genre/AU: Halloween, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Disaster?

Rating: Maybe M to MA 15+

as told by @quirkybtsarmy

☾ Title: Simply Meant to Be

☾ Pairing: pumpkin king!jungkook x fem reader

☾ Genre/AU: nightmare before Christmas au, romance, horror, smut

☾ Rating: m (18+)

☾ Summary: You aren’t sure how any of it can be real. This place…these creatures…this man.

You wake up next to a man you’ve never seen before with no memory of who he is or where you are.

But everyone in town seems to know you. You belong to the Pumpkin King. Scared and utterly terrified you run into someone who claims they can help you remember. And now you’re starting to wonder if that’s truly what you want.

as told by @caelesjjk

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T R E A T S

☾ Title: Blessed With A Curse

☾ Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader

☾ Summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them. OR When a coworker gets rejected at the company Halloween party, things get crazy.

☾ Genre/AU: Smut, Werewolf AU, Hybrid AU, Modern Magic AU

☾ Rating: NC-17

as told by @sweetestofchaos for @jessikahathaway

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☾ Title: Bump In The Night

☾ Pairing: Bogeyman!Yoongi x f. reader

☾ Summary: The dark can be scary; full of strange, unseen things. Just when you think you’ve got a handle on your fear, the lights go out, and you face the reality that you were always right—you should fear the dark and especially what’s waiting in it.

☾ Genre/AU: Monster Under The Bed, Horror/Thriller, Angst, Smut

☾ Rating: MA

as told by @colormepurplex2 for @minisugakoobies

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☾ Title: Carmen

☾ Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x human!Taehyung

☾ Summary: Taehyung gets lured to an exclusive club by a strange, enchanting woman. What finds him there is much more intoxicating and dangerous. 

☾ Genre/AU: Supernatural, Vampires, Smut

☾ Rating: Explicit/Mature

as told by @sailoryooons for @gimmethatagustd

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☾ Title: Fledgling

☾ Pairing: Jungkook x Namjoon

☾ Summary: Jungkook is tired of his dreary existence. So when a mysterious stranger offers him a way out of life as he knows it, he takes it without hesitation.

☾ Genre/AU: Vampire AU, horror, smut

☾ Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

as told by @theharrowing for @sweetestofchaos

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☾ Title: Love As Soft As a Distant Star

☾ Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader, Min Yoongi | Park Jimin

☾ Summary: You didn’t mean to fall in love with your husband and fellow Witches’ Councilmember Yoongi, but here you are: in love. (How gauche and not the thing. You’re co-workers, not lovers.) It’s particularly inconvenient since he is in love with someone else. 

☾ Genre/AU: Witch AU, arranged marriage AU

☾ Rating: Explicit/Mature

as told by @vyduan for @colormepurplex2

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☾ Title: Lose Your Head

☾ Pairing: Park Jimin x F!Reader

☾ Summary: As a constable’s assistant you have several duties to him and the police force. Not only as his assistant, but as his dear friend. However, when an ominous summoning sends you and Jimin both to the town of Sleepy Hollow, you fear there might be more at play than either of you understand. And feelings that you’d hope to bury for life bubble to the surface...

☾ Genre/AU: Movie!AU, Thriller, SleepyHollow!AU, Smut, Romance. Rating: 21+

as told by @jessikahathaway for @/sailoryooons

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☾ Title: The Love Witch

☾ Pairing: witch!yoongi x demon!taehyung

☾ Summary: Despite being a popular romance blogger, Yoongi isn’t interested in finding love. He only summons a demon boyfriend to prove to his followers that it’s possible. He’ll send Taehyung right back to Hell once he’s done with him, obviously.

☾ Genre/AU: fantasy, strangers to lovers, fake dating (kinda), light angst, smut, fluff, humor

☾ Rating: 18+

as told by @gimmethatagustd for @theharrowing

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☾ Title: Passage

☾ Pairing: Captain!Yoongi x Dracula!Jimin

☾ Summary: For several years, Min Yoongi and the crew of the Magpie have sailed the perilous waters of the Pacific, surviving treacherous waves and other deadly threats in order to deliver goods to the West. Now, on his final voyage as captain, Yoongi is about to face a danger like none he’s ever seen before - and he may find it too tempting to resist. 

☾ Genre/AU: horror, supernatural, angst, smut, Dracula!AU

☾ Rating: M(18+)

as told by @minisugakoobies for @vyduan

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Disclaimer: This is a collaboration put on for members of the BTS Fantasy and Fangs Server. These stories, characters, and festivals used here are not meant to represent any real or factual people, places, or things.

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[jazeswhbhaven]

Maybe I want Him to Bite...(Lucifer Selfie Card Prologue React) *Spoilers*

Let me just start off by saying I am GAGGING in a good way about this prologue and it's going to sit well with me until further spoilers are posted for the unholy board story. I tried pulling as much as I could for my saved seals but I only got his artifact for the erolabs account. (watch me get him on the censored version but not his artifact so I'm stuck on either app lol)

But this thing fueled my Luci lore needs. And I took more screenshots than I thought I would so get ready for another long react from me lmao grab a snack my lovelies and let's get it goingggg ✌.ʕʘ‿ʘʔ.✌

I'm not gonna lie, my ass skipped the whole looking and seeing Phenomenon because it's pretty much the same as it is in every selfie card lol

Someone in the tower of Hades sees him and then apparently so can everyone else. This time MC is in Gehenna just casually witnessing everyone being excited about his arrival.

MC brings up that Gehnna would be pretty nice as a tourist attraction with less destruction about and Ppyong is like "nah"

And further confirmed by Sitri, others simply just like it that way and there's not much to patch up each time there's an attack. MC doesn't really get it until they're like "Ah right, we're in Hell." (damn Ra-On when will you finally understand the assignment?)

But Sitri is suddenly being summoned by Satan iirc...and Ppyong is being contacted by Paimon who sent him a long ass text lmao, so they leave MC alone for a bit so they can walk around on their own and....

A new door?? Ooooo

OH???

GAMI GAM MY BBY BOI ^^ <3

So Gamigin has come to escort MC to Paradise Lost, which btw is like the epitome of most Rococo style paintings imo. At least in most areas.

MORAXXXXXX <3 *gently holds*

He greets MC first, and he hopes they're doing well but MC is more concerned with his body and wellness and he's just like "Awh only you say that often" HE SO WHOLESOME

Oh Marbas...I will never forget that time you tried to fucking kill us :D Hey buddy.

But no, srsly he is happy to see us in his own way lol

Buer is straight to business, as expected but also he can say hi too. I love that we get to interact with the healers more because I love seeing everyone's personality combined when it's obvious which King they used to serve before.

So MC agreed to a request, and Buer is explaining that request on the way to this beautiful ass palace. I dare say more beautiful than Leviathan's *cough*

Also Buer reminds MC of Bimet based on how he speaks and how he thanks MC for accepting the request and getting straight to the point. (which I think is hilarious)

So there are apparently RULES for Paradise Lost. Mostly concerning Lucifer himself. Marbas brings up the eye contact rule. MC then asks oh so I can look for less than 3 seconds then look away and back at him again?

I fucking love them. Because why are they acting like that wasn't an option lmao P L Z

So this rule makes sense. Lucifer has absolute authority which to me is an overpowered ability BUT hey it works for someone like him and I dig it.

MC asks once again, hey so is that rule expired at some point?

Again bamboozled by another question instead of MC just accepting the rule for what it is. Lol It seems like Gamigin does the same thing and he was over there like ???? :o being clueless and cute as usual.

The snake on his suit is alive???? WHOA that's pretty cool.

So the snake is similar to that like the "scarlet letter" The fact that no one really knows for sure what the snake does just yet is a great mystery within itself. But you know, Paradise Lost is "newish" and I imagine Lucifer doesn't interact with many others outside of Paradise Lost so ofc no one would know what that snake does if no one provokes it.

Now this here. At first, I was under the impression that his fangs are like you know vampire vibes but nope, snake boi

that makes him h o t t e r

And thanks Marbas, because I mean why make these rules if you don't know wtf is gonna happen? My anxiety will be lovely.

MC is just like, oh wait does he bite??? LOL

Just imagine that Lucifer does just randomly bite people. Some people do this irl if overstimulated and don't know it's not socially acceptable. I do not rule out Lucifer being one of those people.

Luci is so nuerodivergent coded. If you remember from Raphael's christmas card though, he also doesn't like loud sudden noises so it's possible that they share the same traits as brothers! (but also it's possible Luci has ptsd or similar so loud noises is a no)

MC though thinks none of these rules are even needed if they don't meet Lucifer...

He's so goddamn pretty, I'd break the 3 second rule immediately if it weren't for my own aversion to looking folks in the eyes lol

So MC asks if this was the plan to meet Lucifer and Gamigan is like yeah! But Luci is just focused on how terrified MC looks.

I mean check it. A really fucking tall man that looks like a statue, with bloodied wings, demonic eyes, and a scar across his lovely big chest, and voice that could make me cause crimes is speaking to me. I'm going to be like Jjok and piss myself.

So we go into a small flashback though of why Lucifer agreed to meeting up with MC in the first place.

So Luci is just enjoying tea quietly in his greenhouse right? And it's very simplistic in design, nothing too crazy and I think that's perfect for him.

He complains slightly about how noisy it is outside but he doesn't really do much about it because he's been overworking his wings lately (poor bby it's probably a reflex that he's always gonna have)

So he notices that the devils are in high spirits and that's when Morax comes in to give him the news.

The dyanmic here and Lucifer's reaction is appropiate because he just kinda sits there and sips his tea quietly as Morax explains plainly that Phenomenon has landed and hasn't done so since 100 years prior. That's when the war first started, (if you remember the event this likely happened around the same time he became king of Paradise Lost)

Morax starts to feel sentimental about it, and Marbas is being empathetic toward him stating it's not his fault.

Now I've noticed that they call each other "brother" the same way Lucifer's brothers in heaven would. So this for sure tells me that this is the set dynamic for the 3 nobles plus Gamigin!

Yeah? See lol

Lucifer's reaction here amuses me because he's just like "Ah so this is how they truly are..." which could for sure be why he didn't believe in starting a fight with them way back when (maybe, though the event shows me he was favorable toward dragons...I can only assume he was favorable toward devils too, maybe certain ones)

Gamigin coming in being loud and happy lol I love his energy so much it fits him. I think the only person who can be loud around Luci IS Gamigin lol

SO lovelies, part 1 stops here, darn picture limit. But get yourself ready for part 2~ I'll see ya there!

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb lucifer #whb paradise lost bois 🤍 #whb gamigin #whb spoilers #lucifer selfie card

[kaylinelizabeth4004]

Heaven is Here

SYNOPSIS: Through many fleeting moments throughout history with a strange woman, Aziraphale and Crowley learn they accidentally trapped a human soul to Earth, stuck to reincarnate forever.

TAGS: Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader, fluff, slight angst, soulmate au (on accident), history, historical settings, no beta we die like men

WORD COUNT : 12,253

A/N: This fic is kind of accidental. I’ve always been more about Aziraphale/Crowley in this fandom than any reader insert, but one day I happened upon a Tumblr fanfic and had an idea. This probably won’t be a regular thing - except I am planning a sequel to this exact fic - but I thought why not. Im still more Aziraphale/Crowley.

55BC—————

"And you love this?" Crowley asked, holding the seafood up to the light as though it would reveal to Aziraphale all the disgusting little details.

"It's delightful!" Aziraphale insisted, showing Crowley how to eat the oyster. "Try it, dearest. You might just enjoy it."

Crowley pursed his lips, not wanting to put whatever the hell this was in his mouth. But Aziraphale was looking at him with those eyes. He didn't know how describe them, and he didn't want to analyze how they made his heart hurt inside his vessel's chest. So he closed his eyes and ate the damned thing.

He put a hand over his mouth to stop the gagging. This Angel's taste was not quite normal if this is what he considered fine dining. He tried to smile politely, to not let him know that it was utter horseshit.

"You don't like it," Aziraphale said with a rather disappointed voice.

"N-No, I don't," Crowley said, and he didn't know why but he was sad to disappoint the angel. He was just trying to be kind after all, it wasn't as though he had properly sinned. But why would a demon feel bad for an angel? That went against his lot's whole thing.

However, Crowley found a wicked part of him that liked pissing off his lot. He'd never put it in as many words however.

"Pity, they are quite delectable."

"Sure, angel," Crowley said, sipping a large mouthful of wine. They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, eating and drinking as they'd like. Then Crowley looked up to Aziraphale's soft "ahem." He was pointing behind Crowley, and when he turned he saw what caused it.

A young woman was sat in the corner, a large glass of wine in her hands, and she was weeping to herself. It wasn't loud or particularly noticeable, if it wasn't for the tear tracks down her cheeks, glittering as they caught the light. She was looking at her lap and sipping the wine, balking at the taste yet coming back for more.

"She looks happy," Crowley said.

"She looks sad! You demons need to learn the proper emotions."

Crowley stared at Aziraphale for a moment, wondering if he was joking. Upon realizing that Aziraphale was, in fact, not joking Crowley said, "that was sarcasm, Angel."

"What was sarcasm?"

"My comment, 'she looks happy.' Of course she doesn't look happy that's why I said it."

Aziraphale furrowed his brows, "but your words meant the opposite of what you said."

"Exactly," Crowley said. And with a flourish he added, "it's called sarcasm."

"But why say something you don't mean? Isn't that lying?" Aziraphale asked, in all sincerity.

Crowley thought it over, "s'pose it could be seen that way. Most people view it as ironic."

"Oh, yes, of course." Aziraphale took an anxious sip of wine, looking back towards the girl.

"Angel..."

"Yes?" He was avoiding eye contact

"You don't know what ironic means, do you?"

Aziraphale pouted, "no I don't and I quite detest that you do."

"Ironic literally means saying the opposite of what you mean for some sort of point. Mine being that she looks downright miserable."

"Even though you said she looks happy." Aziraphale said slowly as he tracked that line of logic through his head.

"Right, even though I said she looks happy."

"And that's ironic?"

"Don't ya think?" Crowley said with a wide smile, his teeth appearing almost like he had pointed fangs.

"Why yes I do think-"

"Angel, that was irony."

"Oh." Aziraphale blinked rapidly a few times then sipped his wine, embarrassed he didn't know something that Crowley did know. He thought he was the knowledgeable of the two. "Well, sarcasm or not, we should help her."

"We?"

"Why - yes, we're both here and we see -"

"I don't help people," Crowley said quickly, his voice deep and harsh. "I'm a demon, I do the opposite of help."

"Well, yes but-"

"There are no buts with this. My lot were created to ruin your lots pickings. I pillage and plunder, that's my job." Crowley said this firmly as though it would make his point clearer. The more intense he was, the more his words seemed to slur together a bit.

Aziraphale paused for a moment, and Crowley wondered if he was about argue his point once more. "Isn't the phrase rape, pillage and plunder?"

"I don't do that. I'm not a monster," Crowley balked. He finished his wine and set the glass down. Throwing some money on the table he said, "sorry Angel. Got a priest to tempt. Catch you later."

"Oh, goodbye." Aziraphale said as Crowley ambled off through the restaurants doors. But despite himself, Aziraphale found himself smiling. Crowley wasn't truly all bad, even if he thought himself it. His gaze at the doors quickly moved over to the pretty girl weeping. She was still crying and her glass was a lot emptied.

Aziraphale got up, straightened his toga, and walked over to the girl. "Oh, um, hello. I'm -" oh shoot, he hadn't thought of this part yet. He had to quickly think of a name. Instantly his eyes shot up to the art above her, a fleece. Aha! "Jason. My name is Jason. Pardon the intrusion, but I couldn't help but notice you're upset."

She sniffled, setting the glass down on the table. Aziraphale was struck by her face, now that he could see it not turned down and hidden. She was pretty. She eyed him warily, "Yeah, what's it to you?"

Aziraphale sat down on the chair opposite her, "I wondered if I might be able to help."

She laughed bitterly, "only if you can stop the Emperor." Aziraphale's eyebrows raised at that and she rushed to cover for herself, "oh no, I didn't mean that. All Hail the Caesar and what not. He's doing a mighty fine job."

"It's certainly not a 'mighty fine job' if he's got you crying as such."

"No, I s'pose not."

"What can I do for you?"

"Nothing," she said honestly, wiping the tears away quickly. "Honestly, Jason, I appreciate the thought but what's done is done. You can't change the past."

Aziraphale made a face in slight disagreement, though he knew he couldn't explain that to a human female. "Then perhaps telling someone will make you feel better. I harbor no connection with the Emperor, your opinions are quite safe with me."

She stared up at him after he said this, looking him truly in the eyes as though they told her all she needed to know. Then she did speak. "It's this invasion on Britain. My father and brother were both sent off and I worry. I've heard horrible things about the natives, truly barbaric things like removing of one's head. I don't want them to be hurt. Especially my brother, he's so sweet. He could get hurt by the army rather the natives."

"Hurt by his own army?"

"He doesn't stand up for himself. And that lot can be harsh. I s'pose I shouldn't blame them, I'd be harsh too if I had to kill people in battle. But I worry they will pick on him, push him 'round to try and get him to fight, and he won't."

"Ah, I see," Aziraphale said, rolling his tongue in his mouth as he thought it over. "Well, I can assure you one thing. The natives are not unnecessarily cruel. They do fight, but only when they need to. You couldn't expect anything less, dear."

She nodded, biting her lip. "No, you're correct. I'd defend my country against invaders as well."

"But they won't torture. Your brother will be quite alright, I'm sure of it."

After a minute of silence she looked up again at Aziraphale, "Thank you, Jason. Strangely enough, that makes me feel better. Knowing it wouldn't be torture."

"No, it wouldn't be."

"I really should be going, my daughter will be expecting me."

"Right, of course. Blessings on you, my dear." And though he'd already said the blessing, he felt compelled to say it again. To strengthen it for this poor soul. "Blessings on you forever."

Aziraphale helped her out of her seat. Just then, for an imperceivable second, Aziraphale thought he saw a golden shine cross her eyes. He didn't think much of it, figured it was the miracle. He'd never seen that happen, but he wasn't often looking in their eyes.

She took his hand, kissed the back of it, and thanked him again before walking out. Aziraphale smiled contentedly, though he felt a pull in his heart he hadn't felt before. Urging him to follow her, but he figured it was some sort of indigestion.

Crowley was sprawled on a bench not far from the restaurant, glancing up at a night time sky he couldn't see. He wanted to see it, but he gave up on that dream 2,000 years ago. The Fall took many things, and his eyesight was one of them. He could still see in general, he knew what people's faces looked like and where he was going. But specifics were lost on him, and the night looked like eternal darkness rather than the sparkling stars and planets he'd been told about.

"I helped create some of those," he mumbled to himself.

Then he closed his eyes, needing to not look at what he couldn't see. It still hurt, as though the wound wasn't thousands of years old. But it never properly healed in the first place.

He felt a weight against his foot and heard a thud within a matter of seconds, and he blinked in surprise. At his feet, a young woman was crumpled to the ground. His foot was sticking out in the pathway. Whoops.

He thought about rising to help her, then thought better of it. Beelzebub didn't need another reason to hate him. So he sat still and watched the woman get onto her hands and knees, glaring at him.

"Not going to help are you?"

"No, I think I'm keen to just watch," Crowley responded. She rolled her eyes, getting onto her feet and dusting off her toga. He examined her quickly, not knowing what to make of her. Then, she said something entirely unexpected.

"Keep your foot out of the way, asshole."

It wasn't a particularly inspired remark, nothing witty or threatening. But it was the fact that a random woman said that to him, a demon, without prompting. And with that remark, she walked away.

"Damnation on you eternally," Crowley murmured, waving his hand in a flourish towards the woman. He doesn't know why he said it, he's never really said it like that before and he certainly didn't why he even added the 'eternally' bit. But whatever the reason, he said it.

Though he knew she was too far away to hear him, she turned and looked back. And found a brief moment, maybe it was the trick of the light, he saw a golden shine pass over her eyes. She smirked shyly, then turned and walked away. And with each step, Crowley felt his heart pulse in a way he hadn't felt before.

1377—————

There was complete silence in the cathedral as a young boy, only aged 10 and dressed in trousers, walked through the crowd towards the priest. They seemed to hold their breaths as he lay on the floor before God, surrendering himself to Her mercy. Aziraphale watched the coronation. He had mixed feelings about the child, Richard. He wasn't a particular fan of the whole 'king' concept, but he thought the honoring to God bit was a nice touch. He wore simple enough clothes to note stand out, yet nice to enough to be recognized as a noble. His layers were in varying degrees of beige as he hid in the very middle of the crowd.

After the 10 minutes on the floor, Richard rose and made his way to the priest where he was being dressed in oil.

"Bit like a salad, eh?" A sultry, baritone voice said from beside Aziraphale, making him shudder. When he looked, it was Crowley. Dressed in similarly simple noble clothes, of course in tones of black and red, he watched the young king as different body parts were coated in oil for different purposes.

"Crowley? How did you get in here? It's a church?" Aziraphale said in a hushed whisper, earning glares from the people beside him. "Sorry Lord Wellington."

"Churches are built by humans."

"And what does that have to do with anything? You're still a demon in a place of worship for God," he said the word 'demon' especially softly for fear someone would turn in a panic at the word 'demon' being said in a cathedral.

"Yeah but it wasn't made by God. It was made for Her, by humans. Totally human structure."

"It is not."

Crowley shrugged his shoulders, "you got a better reason I can come and go in these?"

Aziraphale pursed his lips, "I suppose not."

A loud smack echoed through the church and Crowley frowned, "you made me miss the slap, Angel."

"That is your concern?"

Crowley shook his head in frustration, "He's a bloody king now, last time he coulda gotten hit and it's by a priest. S'course I wanted to see it."

"He's a child."

"Not anymore. He's got too much to think about now to be a child."

"No," Aziraphale wondered. "I suppose he's not longer a child at all. You know, dearest, you really do have the grandest thoughts when you think about it."

"Shut up," Crowley replied, his cheeks turning rosy at the compliment.

Within seconds of him saying it, the priest placed the crown on top of boy's head and declared loudly, "Long Live King Richard II!"

The crowd burst into applause as the young king was carried through the cathedral. They whooped and hollered, crying "all hail" and "god save the king" as he passed them by. The boy looked cheerful, pink cheeks and bright curls waving underneath a crown that looked awful heavy for a boy his age. But no, Aziraphale thought, perhaps this was the end of his childhood after all.

"Are you attending the feast afterwards? I hear they will serve beef, and I haven't have beef in decades!"

"Ahh, well I don't know, Angel."

Aziraphale smiled, leaning in as though he was sharing a conspiratorial secret, "I hear there are miraculously two spots for a Lord Fell and Mr Fell, if you are so inclined."

Crowley's eyebrows shot up, eyes hidden beneath his favorite pair of sunglasses, "oh you devil!"

Aziraphale's smile dropped, "don't you say that."

There was a pause as Aziraphale processed the hurtful words, and Crowley processed that he actually cared to make it right to him. Then all at once, they both started speaking on the issue, words overlapping in a frightful mess.

Crowley sighed, "Right I'm sorry -"

"- that really hurts -"

"- I know, I know -"

"- I mean, I am most certainly not fallen -"

"-we had this conversation in 1066 -"

" - I did not appreciate that."

" -I know, Angel. I'm sorry."

After that final note, Aziraphale nodded. "Alright, well. Thank you."

They started to walk together towards the banquet hall not far from there, waiting to indulge in fine wines and beef. There was a large parade towards it, all the nobles and even those fortunate peasants engaged in laughing and singing. Jesters performed stupid dances in their funny hats, knights marched in perfect unison, and songs came pouring from every lute and voice in the area. It was a perfect celebration of a new king, all on their way to fall victim to gluttony, drunkenness, lust, greed and infinitely more temptations.

All things that should fill Crowley's heart with a miserable sort of glee. And yet... he felt off. Crowley couldn't explain the feeling in his chest, almost like a nagging telling him things weren't right. But all this temptation, he thought. This ought to be perfect! But it wasn't, and he had a feeling before he even glanced at his Angel that it was because of him.

Sure enough, he was right. Though Aziraphale hadn't said anything, being kind enough to accept Crowley's words at face value and dropping it, but Crowley knew him well enough to know something was wrong. He hadn't made it up to him.

"Angel, a word -" Crowley said, grabbing Aziraphale's elbow and leading him away from the crowd. As he did so, he missed the way Aziraphale's mouth dropped open, blue eyes fixated on the contact. They'd rarely touched before.

"Yes, Crowley?" Aziraphale asked politely but his tone was full of too much passive aggression to really be polite. He stood stock still, arms poised in front of him and looked expectedly at Crowley.

"I- I, I need to..." Satan this was hard. The words felt like glue in Crowley's mouth but he did his best to force them out. "I need to, to s'make it up to you."

"Pardon?"

Oh damn Aziraphale, making Crowley actually communicate. "What I said, I was wrong. You were right. It wasn't right of me and I need to make it because my apology isn't enough."

"I never said that."

"Ah, yeah, you never said it. But you's do this thing with your face when you's upset. And my words aren't getting there. Just tell me what I can do to make it up to you."

They waited a moment, staring at one another. Suddenly, a large crash came from parade and the two looked over in surprise. The musicians were playing a long, one very eager man slamming the cymbals that caused such a loud sound. Behind them another jester bobbled along a delicate little dance, flourishing his arms on either side before turning and doing a bow.

Crowley saw Aziraphale's eyebrows raise, the corner of his cute little mouth twitch up and a finger pointed towards the little dance. He ran to stop it, saying, "no, no, no, I'm not doing that."

"Come now-"

"A dance? You want an 'I was wrong, You were right dance'? You can't be serious, Angel."

"I am serious, you wily serpent. Now do the little dance or I'll never forgive you," Aziraphale said in mock frustration, puffing out his chest.

Crowley saw before him a choice, between what his lot were bound to and Aziraphale. And without a second thought, he chose Aziraphale. He would choose Aziraphale every time, he just didn't know it yet. And so, despite all the humiliation he knew this would cause him if the bosses down under ever found out, Crowley did the little dance.

Aziraphale watched, eyebrows raised in shock. He hadn't thought Crowley would do it. Certainly not for him. But as Crowley bowed, enunciating his t's with a flourish, he couldn't help but smile.

"Very nice."

"Are we good, now?"

Aziraphale beamed, "quite right, dearest. We are quite right."

Crowley let out a breath, adjusting his glasses as though they would hide that dance from history's books. "Well then, let's get a move on."

The pair followed the parade into the banquet hall, and continued with the affair. Aziraphale literally wiggled in his seat when the food was placed before him, so excited he couldn't sit still. Crowley drank the wine, actually quite good for English wine.

Then the dancing started. King Richard - now Richard II - climbed on top of the table and proclaimed everyone to dance. And so, the nobles in their fancy gowns, drunk and laughing to no end, jumped from their seats to join in the dance. Aziraphale sat still for a moment, not knowing what he should do. Angels don't dance, not really. But this Angel longed to dance.

Crowley saw the way his fingers tapped along the table to the beat. He groaned, getting up from his seat.

"S'alright Angel, up up."

"Pardon -"

"You heard what I said. Come on Angel, let's dance."

Aziraphale giggled and got up, following Crowley into the chaos of swirling dresses and flirtatious looks between anyone and everyone. Almost immediately they were separated, swung by different partners.

Crowley danced with an older woman who squeezed his buttocks when she thought he wasn't looking. He wasn't fond of dancing, not the way Aziraphale was, but he enjoyed the freedom of it all. There were no rules, not really. Yes some people liked the structured ones where you pose and turn on every 3rd beat or what not. But in dancing there was an air of just living - being truly alive. That's what it was all about, it's all anyone yearned to feel.

In the next turn to switch partners, time seemed to slow for Crowley. He saw her, flitting between the people to slide her arm into Crowley's and continue the dance. She was pretty in an unconventional way. A way society might not call beautiful, but made Crowley stop and stare. He was pulled towards her, as though he couldn't control it. She was the center of his focus and he wanted nothing more than to meet her. Then, she turned that pretty gaze on him. Her lips quirked into a smile, hands warm and soft as they held his tightly. Her skin was flushed from the dance, and her dress swung around her in bright, dashing colors. The last dance had ended and all the people were gasping for air yet still ready to dive into the next.

"Hello," she said softly, though somehow he heard her voice over the crowd.

"Hello," Crowley answered back, not sure what to do. He'd never been in this position before.

"A dance?" She asked, taking a deep bow before holding her hand out. Palm up. She wore one, golden signet ring.

"I'd love to," Crowley answered honestly, taking her hand and pulling her into him.

She giggled happily, throwing an arm around his neck as he led the pair towards the center of the dance floor. He started to laugh along with her. Their dancing wasn't particularly good, both of them knew that, but they were having fun. She would twirl away only to twirl back into him awkwardly, laughing so hard she snorted which only caused a barking laughter from Crowley. They continued forward, holding each other close until the final pull drew them chest to chest. She was shorter than he, and she glanced up through dark lashes.

"Hi," she murmured, her breath hitting Crowley's face. She smelled of wine and temptation. He looked into her eyes and there it was - that one moment in history he thought was a fluke.

It had been 1,432 years, not like he was counting, but he didn't forget the way the golden band seemed to fleet over her eyes back in 55BC. And now, he saw that same golden shine slide over the same pair of eyes. It was just a second and yet it made Crowley's mouth drop. She saw it too, but for different reasons. He watched as she looked at his lips, he could tell what she was thinking.

She went to lean in, breasts pressed against his chest and breath hot, but was ripped away by the next dance. She giggled wildly as she was pulled into a circle, but found herself glancing over her shoulder to stare at the handsome stranger she almost kissed.

As Crowley stood in the middle of the floor, mystified, Aziraphale went over to his table to get a drink. All this dancing was positively amazing, but it certainly drained one of their energy.

As he brought the cup to his lips, a body crashed into his, sending the crimson liquid all over his clothes.

"Oh, bugger," he said, setting the cup down to assess the damage.

"I am so sorry, sir!" A girl said, breathless as she ran over. "That was entirely my fault. Please, let me help you clean it. I'm sure there's a tub not far."

Aziraphale smiled politely and went to decline the kind offer, but when he looked into her eyes he found himself agreeing to go with her. She lit up with excitement, grabbing his hand and pulling him away. There was something about her, something he couldn't explain. But he was in awe of her movements and eager to learn more about her.

She turned into an empty hall near a bathroom. She had him wait here while she collected a basin of water and grease.

"I can't promise it will fully work," she said as she set it down, "but I'll do my best. I really am so sorry, sir. I would have never ruined your clothes intentionally."

"It's quite alright. They weren't my favorite anyway," he said as he removed the outer layer. His multiple layers undergarments were fine, and could suffer slight staining. It was the outer garment that changed the most.

She shook her head as she dunked it in the basin, "you can't mean that, sir."

"I find that I quite do," he said, watching her with a quite awe.

"What's your name, sir? I feel I've seen you before," she said, suddenly watching him with the same astute attention. She kept narrowing her eyes as though she'd remember.

Maybe it was the stain, the wine, the party, the demon nearby, or maybe it was just this woman that did it to him but without realizing, he answered honestly, "Aziraphale."

Her eyes lit up, "like the Angel?"

"Precisely, my dear."

"That's a beautiful name. Aziraphale, Aziraphale... can you believe it?" She mumbled the last bit to herself, rubbing liberal amounts of grease into the fabric.

"Do you have a connection to the name? Or the Angel, perhaps?" Aziraphale asked curiously, wanting to hear more about her.

"I do, strangely enough. It's a silly connection..." she said, absentmindedly turning the signet ring over and over on her hand.

"I rather find that when it comes to angels and demons, nothing is silly." Aziraphale chose to neglect some of the more strange decisions the staff had made.

"I, well, oh goodness it sounds all made up. Well, I was in the shops the other day. My friend makes jewelry and he's very good. I came by and he said a man dropped off this gold signet ring with the name Aziraphale burned into it. Said he didn't know what to do with it, not many people knows the Angel, and he gave it to me." She took the ring off her finger, staring at it with an admiration before holding it out to him. "It's your name. You should have it."

"Oh I couldn't possibly take from you, dear."

She shook her head, "no it's not taking. It's a gift. It's fate, that I should have a ring for an Aziraphale just before meeting one of my very own."

"Oh dear, I couldn't -"

She interrupted him by pressing a soft kiss to the ring, taking his hand and sliding it onto his pinky finger. When she looked up, still holding his hand, Aziraphale's jaw dropped. That golden shine. Where had he seen that before? It was brief, flashing over a pair of kind eyes, but it was there all the same.

"Please accept this, Aziraphale."

"I - I will. Thank you, my dear."

Neither Crowley nor Aziraphale saw her after that night. They didn't know her name, her status, or even really remember her outfit. If Cinderella was around, she would have been the prime candidate for it. Neither told each other about their experience with a strange woman until 150 years later as they talked about Henry VIII's decision to have Anne Boleyn beheaded. Nasty business that was.

1601—————

"He's really quite good," Aziraphale said, watching fondly as the actor of Hamlet lamented about life and death. It really was moving the way he toyed between truly living a life, or if death was not truly what life was about.

Aziraphale found himself doing that 'excited sigh' that Crowley described. He found it an odd way of saying his behaviors, but Crowley insisted that when Aziraphale was excited it wasn't a 'satisfied sigh' but an 'excited sigh.' To be fair, he'd said this after 2 whole bottles of wine and a shot of pure vodka, so Aziraphale couldn't grant its true authenticity. A drunk demon would truly say anything just to illicit a reaction.

The speech made him wonder what it was like to be a human, with no certainty about what happens with their souls. They don't have a guarantee about life, or death, and yet are expected to do as they are told with no questions. Crowley knew what it was like to ask questions, and it lead to scars even Aziraphale didn't know about.

"Ngk, s'pose so." Crowley grumbled, watching as the man stamped his foot on the stage. "Bit dramatic, no?"

"It'd a tragedy!" Aziraphale countered, furrowing his brows in surprise.

"Eh, I still prefer the funny ones."

Aziraphale shook his head, turning to watch the man on the stage. A flash of purple fabric caught his eye, and his gaze traveled to see a young woman peaking out from behind the railing. She was trying to stay hidden, but Aziraphale could see that she just couldn't resist the temptation to watch the rehearsal. Her eyes were bright and wide, soaking in the sight. Her clothes were dirty and well worn, a few sizes too big and the hem covered in a layer of mud. But despite it all, she looked entirely unique.

She was pretty, and Aziraphale didn't often feel as though many humans were pretty. He appreciated the art of humanity, and believed each human was their own work of art. But he didn't feel a pull to any of them, but her... she had an attraction to her. He could see her lean too far over the edge, as though the stage were dragging her in. It wasn't just a love and an admiration, it was an addiction. Aziraphale could see what was going to happen moments before it did, but it was too late. The girl tumbled over the edge and fell onto the floor of the Globe, catching the attention of everybody in the rehearsal space.

Her cheeks immediately blotted pink, covering her face in a rosy hue as the stage manager came to her with a snarl, "oi, who're you?"

"I-I-"

"You's not supposed to be 'ere," he said, grabbing her roughly by the arm and dragging her to her feet. She stumbled along as he pulled her to the entrance. "Out with you."

"Mary? Whatcha doin here?" Crowley called out, sauntering over to the man and the girl. The man stopped, looking at Crowley with a skeptical gaze. The girl's eyes widened, bright and eager, as she realized what Crowley was doing and she nodded vigorously.

"Yes, sir, I came to fetch you! Mistress Paulson requested you." She said quickly, trying to stand on her own despite the stage manager's tight grasp.

The man cocked an eyebrow, "oh yeah? You know's him?"

"Know me? Know me?" Crowley sauntered over with a cackle, "me's and Mary goes way back."

She nodded, ripping her arm from the man's grasp then standing politely. "Oh yes, Mr..."

"Oh don't bother with all the Mr Crowley Miss whatever business, just call me Anthony like any other bloke."

"Anthony has helped my sister much. He's an excellent doctor," she said, standing firm. Aziraphale watched her in awe, he was impressed. She picked up that Crowley was saving her quickly, easing into the lie with an expert comfort. She seemed familiar, as though they'd met her before. And most importantly, she was intelligent.

"Doctor? You didn't mention that about your friend," the man said to Aziraphale, his enunciation so poor he practically spat the words at Aziraphale's feet.

Aziraphale flashed a charming smile, "I hadn't realized that those particular skills would, uh, come up in a theatre of this, err,... caliber."

"I haven't the pleasure of meeting you, sir." The girl piped up, her smile was warm and gentle. But he could see in her eyes a tension, wanting to convince this man to not throw her out or worse - press charges. "My's names Mary Edwins. Friend of Mr Crowley."

Mary Edwins, clearly a fake name. Just basic enough to be believable, but enough slight hesitation that Aziraphale knew she was lying. She gave a little curtesy, spreading the oversized purple skirt over the floor. It really was too large, but she still looked charming. Aziraphale felt as though he'd seen that curtesy before. There it was, fast you could have blamed the lighting, Aziraphale knew better. There that same golden shine came over her eyes, if just for a moment. His mouth fell open in a little 'o,' unable to speak for a while 10 seconds before stuttering out, "oh, h-hello Miss Edwins, I'm Mr Fell."

The stage manager thought on it for a moment, before deciding that he wasn't paid enough to care. It was hours away from opening night, after all, and the little boy playing Ophelia needed alterations in his costume.

"Alright then," he said, walking back towards the director, a Mr William Shakespeare.

The girl was still a few feet away as Crowley walked dramatically back towards Aziraphale. The Angel tried to ignore it. He hadn't mentioned that part of it with Crowley, and he didn't know how to continue. Crowley mistook Aziraphale's expression as one of angelic smugness and rose a finger, "shut it, Angel."

"That was a good thing you did," he said with a little smile. He pushed it to the back of his mind, something to worry about when it was late and the city was asleep.

"Twasn't good, no. I was, real, I - I - I was bad. I let a criminal get away."

Aziraphale patted Crowley's shoulder, "no, dearest. You let a woman enjoy her passion. Look at her, you've saved her."

The pair glanced over at her as she tried, and failed, to subtly watch the actors get ready for their next scene. Her hand was on her heart, as though if she didn't put it there her heart would pop right out.

"Ehhh, that's not saving. Not really."

"Oh, it's not? Then what would you say is a human's purpose?" Aziraphale asked with a soft voice.

"I thought that's your job, Angel. Praising God and what not."

Aziraphale pursed his lips, looking away from Crowley. "You know as well as I that love of God is not all humans were made for. I am of the firm opinion they are here for their passions. They survive by it. They might be able to live with food and water alone, but no soul could truly exist without their drive. And this woman, her passion is theatre."

"Rather blasphemous words from an Angel."

"Rather kind actions from a demon."

Aziraphale smiled, looking towards the stage. Crowley tried to hide the blush on his ears and cheeks. It was always his ears that turned bright red from, from, well he didn't quite know from what. But he felt the heat and looked away. He looked at the girl, who perked your once she realized he saw her. She went over shyly.

Despite her apprehension, she raised her voice enough to say, "thank you for your help, Mr Crowley and Mr Fell."

"Mmm," was Crowley reply, gazing around the globe with a distinguished air about him. As if he was the most important person in the room. He tried to ignore her presence. She had a pull to her and he couldn't explain it, didn't want to address it. He already had the issue of a certain Angel who wouldn't leave his mind.

"Who are we to stop the love of the arts?" Aziraphale said, rather eccentrically. "Though you could have waited a few hours to see the whole show."

"I can't afford it," she said quietly, staring at her feet. Aziraphale noted her sweet little boots, their pointed ends digging into the dirt out of anxiety. "My mistress only gave me the morning. I need to be back in an hour."

Crowley and Aziraphale shot a glance with one another, not quite knowing how to respond. They stood in silence, the girl's eyes wide as she drank in Ophelia's mad lullabies.

"What's your name?"

"Mary Edwins."

Crowley smiled, "nice try, love. Your real name."

She cocked an eyebrow, glancing up at first at Crowley, then at Aziraphale, before looking back at her reflection in his sunglasses. "Why do you want to know?"

"We did help you, dear. We'd just love to know you, but if you cannot tell us, we won't rush you."

"Are you two a couple?" She asked quickly, pointing at the two and waving her hands in some strange, gesture of coupling. Her choice of question was so drastic, they didn't bother to notice the intentional diversion in topics.

Aziraphale looked up, mouth dropping in a little 'o' and he looked at Crowley. Crowley lifted a brow. Aziraphale answered, "We've known each other for a long time."

"That doesn't answer my question, Mr Fell."

"Aren't you a sly one, Miss Edwins." Crowley sneered, his top lip recoiling.

She just smiled, shrugging her shoulders with a little giggle. "Suppose so, Mr Crowley."

The golden shine. Crowley sucked in a harsh breath as she turned to look back at the stage. He could practically hear all his thoughts as they raced through his head, and he was unable to settle on just one. Those eyes. He hadn't seen them in years and yet this was the third woman who just happened to flirt with him, and had a gold shine go across her eyes. He reckoned she didn't know it happened, she probably didn't know what those little eyes could do to an immortal creature. Crowley swallowed, praying she never had to.

Then, the show continued and 'Mary's' eyes seemed transfixed. Aziraphale loved the theatre, Crowley enjoyed it, but 'Mary' adored it.

Crowley watched her eagerly, partly out of curiosity and partly because he liked feeling her passion in his soul as though it was her own. He found himself attracted to it, a drag of one's purpose. The passion filled her up, and she seemed to want to lean into it. She gasped as Hamlet killed his mother, she listened with eager ears as he instructed the actors on how they were to act, she cried as it seemed that everyone fell to the floor in a miserable death. Then, it was over. Actors stumbled to their feet, laughing as though they weren't stabbed with poisoned rapiers. The story was over, but 'Mary' seemed to be in a daze. Crowley watched with shrewd, yet eager eyes as she came out of it.

Then she straightened her back, smiling tightly to both of them. "Mr Fell, Mr Crowley, thank you for letting me stay. It has been such a gift. I'm afraid I must go."

"Let us escort you home," Aziraphale said, without realizing what he was offering.

She blinked wide eyes, "there's no need, sir. It's two blocks away."

Crowley lifted his chin, "love, we'd like to see you off safe."

"If you insist. Though I must tell you it's entirely through the city. Eyes will be on you at all times," she said it as a threat, a reminder to not do anything unsavory. Crowley almost frowned at that little bit of false hope. If they actually had bad intentions, a crowd wouldn't stop anything. She wasn't truly safe. But both Crowley and Aziraphale nodded, as though they truly headed her warning.

"Was that your first Shakespeare production?" Aziraphale asked, making polite conversation as he walked on one side of her, Crowley on the other.

"Oh, no. I do my best to attend all of them. I tend to prefer the funny ones, but the crowds can be a bit much for me."

"Eh? What'd you mean by that?" Crowley asked.

She blushed, "I don't like when crowds get very loud. They tend to jeer and toss things at the actors. It doesn't feel safe for anyone. I do enjoy his dramas though."

They walked in companionable silence for a moment before she asked the next question, "what do you two do? If I may, you're dressed rather odd."

"Odd?" Crowley asked with a frown, gazing down at his outfit. He was quite proud of this outfit. The ruff was amazing, really helped one feel confident.

'Mary' giggled. "I don't dislike your outfits, you just don't see these colors often."

Aziraphale and Crowley exchanged a glance, shifting in their outfits. Perhaps they do cling to their colors a bit much. But Aziraphale never felt it was a problem, he was proud of his wardrobe.

"I make my own clothes," Aziraphale said with a smile.

'Mary' lightened up, her eyes taking on a bright, sparkling quality before she actually smiled, a little tell that Aziraphale noticed. He'd seen that before, but couldn't place it. "That is quite wonderful, Mr Fell. I'd love to make my own, however I mostly sew for my mistress."

"You make her clothes?"

"Oh no, I tend to mend them."

The conversation lulled again, and Crowley bit his lip as he thought before asking the question that has been on his tongue since the play ended, "why do you love theatre so much?"

Her chest flared, her eyes wide and sparkling, and she could barely contain the words before they poured from her in excited spurts, "what's not to love? It's stories about being human wrapped up in fancy costumes and dramatic voices. It's full of stories that seem so outrageous yet we still find our way to connect. Isn't it just fascinating that you could watch a show about a man, driven mad by jealousy caused by a deceiving friend, murdering his wife and leave full of emotions? You'd think you'd be mad at the murderer, condemning him for killing his love. And yet, there's more to it than that. You can't quite hate Othello, but you can't love him either. It's so hard to explain what it is to be human, there's no word or sentence to explain it. It can be so isolating. But these stories can give us insight. I, sorry, I'm rambling," she said, taking a wistful sigh.

"Stories can be found anywhere, dear. Books, especially," Aziraphale noted. He enjoyed hearing her speak with such fire. In the back of his mind, he felt as though he could recall someone else talking about their love of stories, but he couldn't place it.

She nodded, smiling. "Yes, of course. And I adore books too. It's just... theatre is such a temporary art. Those moments on stage, or watching, could never be recreated, it could never be exactly as it was. And that's what made it so beautifully tragic. You are stuck with a slightly different story each night, with different takeaways."

"What a beautiful takeaway," Aziraphale said, watching her with a slight sort of awe.

She blushed, "I'm hardly unique in that way."

"Ngk," Crowley mumbled in disagreement, though he didn't actually say a word. Yet, she seemed to still understand what he was trying to say and blushed all the same.

As they walked, Crowley took off his sunglasses for a moment to wipe his eyes. He seemed to forget that his were unusual, yellow and with a snake like slit as a pupil.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"M'yeah," Crowley answered, opening his eyes to look at her. After the initial realization he was seeing her without glasses, thus revealing the snake like eyes, he went to shove the sunglasses back on. But she wasn't looking unkindly at him.

Instead, she smiled widely, "they're beautiful."

"Wot?" He said in shock.

"Your eyes are beautiful, Mr Crowley." Then, as Crowley sputtered in surprise, she stopped in front of an expensive flat. "This is me mistress's. Thank you, Mr Crowley and Mr Fell."

She looked both of them in the eyes as she said their names, and with equal kindness and appreciation. Then, she turned away and scampered around towards the servants entrance. Aziraphale waited until she was inside to blow out a breath.

"She was something," Crowley said.

"Yes, she was."

"I- angel, I could be wrong on this but didn't she feel-"

"Familiar?" Aziraphale finished for Crowley, looking down the alley as though she would magically reappear.

"Yes! It's so bloody weird," Crowley said, rubbing his hand along his jaw.

"Yes, weird," Aziraphale said, enunciating weird in an odd way that made Crowley furrow his brows. The two beings tried to shrug off this encounter, heading their separate ways for the time being.

1865—————

Aziraphale stared at Crowley as though he'd never seen him before, utterly gobsmacked. "I will not provide you that, that thing! It's suicide."

"Aw not for that Angel," Crowley groaned, waving his hand nonchalantly as though he hadn't asked for the one thing that would completely kill him. "Just for, err you know, protection."

"You are a demon, Crowley. The world would need protection from you."

Crowley tried to not let that sting. He'd never said as much to Aziraphale, but these last 200 years have really brought some perspective over what it is to be a demon. He found a weird sense of discomfort over the word demon. As though he were entirely bad because of what he was, and not what he does. But he'd never say it, or tell Aziraphale he accidentally rhymed.

"It's not like that, I just want to secure myself. That's all."

Aziraphale pursed his lips and looked away, not bearing the thought that his closest acquaintance would dare to think of something like that. It was simply not going to happen, Aziraphale refused to let that happen. Crowley was going to live forever, with Aziraphale, and he was going to do so happily. He'd never tell Crowley, of course, but Aziraphale didn't know if he could manage eternity without him.

"Oi! That can't have that!" Crowley said quickly, throwing himself off the bench and facing towards a woman standing by the river.

She turned to look at the, in her view, random man dressed in mourning garb barreling towards her and shouting in a thick accent. She clutched the loaf of bread close to her chest, eyeing him warily as he continued rambling.

"Bread's not good for 'em, it can - can - can cause diseases," he said once he got close to her.

She sucked in a breath. He was taller than he'd looked from afar, and she found herself staring at him. He was also quite handsome, with tanned skin and shocking bright red hair, curled away from his face. She noticed a pair of odd looking spectacles hiding his eyes, and a tattoo peaking out beneath his sideburns.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," she said breathlessly. She felt kind of stupid now, holding a loaf of bread as he stared at her with a passion for the ducks. A man dressed in all beige apparel came by quickly, standing by the other man's side. He looked kind, with bright blue eyes and plush pink lips she didn't even realize she'd taken note of.

"I'm terribly sorry for my friend's outburst," Aziraphale said to the woman, still looking shellshocked. "Though I'm afraid he is right, bread is not the best for them."

She looked down and stared at it. "Right, well I apologize. I hadn't been doing it long, if it's of any comfort."

Crowley grumbled but didn't say anything else, eyeing her with skepticism. After a pause where the three stood in silence, the woman tore the loaf into three sections. She then offered up a piece to each of the men, "better we eat it than them?"

Crowley and Aziraphale exchanged a glance, they hadn't expected this. Maybe it was the mood of St James's Park or the pull of this young girl, but they reached out to accept their proffered piece.

Just then a golden shine passed over her eyes. Both men's jaws dropped as they'd never shared of this particular detail of their stories, and had never experienced it together. And, for the first time, she seemed conscious of it too.

A hand went up to her cheeks just below her eyes, which had grown wide in surprise. "What was that?"

"Pardon?" Aziraphale asked in that slightly tense voice he had when he was covering up for something.

"The, my, my eyes. I was looking and then it went all - gold like."

"Oh I don't know about that," Aziraphale said.

She shook her head vehemently, pointing at the both of them. "Yours did too, and yours!"

"You saw our eyes shine gold?" Crowley asked shyly.

"Y-yes. I saw through your spectacles. The whole eye, it went gold -"

"It must have been a trick of the light, dearest. Eyes don't 'go gold.'"

She shook her head again, "no. I know what I saw. I, I think I'd better go. Thank you for the, the, the ducks."

"Wait-" "Don't go-" Aziraphale and Crowley started at the same time, but she'd already lifted her skirts so she could walk away as quickly as possible.

"She saw it this time," Crowley said, mouth open in surprise.

"This time? This time? You've had a girls eyes shine gold before?" Aziraphale asked, trying to ignore the way his heart ramped up at the news. Crowley felt it too, it wasn't all him.

"And by the sound of it, you have too."

"Yes, I have. But only thrice before, 55BC, 13-"

"-77 and 1601."

Aziraphale's blue eyes widened and he stared at Crowley in shock, "I- I, how did you know?"

"Same for me, Angel. Same for me."

"So she's connected then, to the both of us." Aziraphale said slowly, trying to work it all out in his head. Crowley nodded, pursing his lips and making a 'tsk' noise under his breath.

"She's looked different each time. I don't think she's an Angel or a demon," Crowley said, ripping off a small piece of the bread she gave him and tossing it into the water. No, it wasn't good for them but who cares at this point. They were eternally connected to something.

"No, I think you're quite right. She's something else entirely. I'll have to do some research, I'll let you know if I have anything of note."

Crowley swallows, "same 'ere."

"Okay. Well then, good afternoon to you," Aziraphale tipped his hat and wandered off back to his book shop, his head completely filled with ideas of shapeshifters and witches, all sorts of creatures.

Current Day—————

Crowley parked the Bentley outside Aziraphale's shop, the wheel a slight tap before getting out. It was cold today, and he saw dozens of people shuffling into Nina's shop for some warmth. He himself was freezing but he knew even slightly suggesting to Aziraphale would earn him some pampering, blanket tucked in, hot chocolate, and near undivided angelic attention. Normally he didn't like asking for it, but it's been a weird few years with the Armageddon't, and he could use some pampering.

He felt a pang in his chest, a strange sort of pull he didn't know what to do with. What did humans do when their hearts hurt? Then it struck him - he wasn't human. Why would his heart be hurting?

"Oi, you doing okay?" A voice said from the pavement outside Aziraphale's shop. Crowley looked up, surprised to see Nina with a bag full of ingredients.

"What're you doing out

She held up the bag with a raised brow, as though he was stupid to just suggest it, "you're alright then?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. But you haven't got other staff and the place's full."

"Oh, yeah, forgot you didn't know about that." Nina said dryly. "I hired a new barista. Name's Y/N. New to town."

There it was, that pull dragging him towards her shop. He couldn't explain, tried to rack his brain as to what would want him in there. He glanced back through the windows, trying to see if anything was amiss.

Each instance with her seemed to last for a second, barely enough to know if it was the truth or a trick of the light. But Crowley had lived long enough on enough stupid planets to know that when he saw something that wasn't typically there, it wasn't a figment of his imagination. He swallowed, trying to betray anything to Nina.

"Right. Well then, better get back to it," he said, moving past her shoving his way into Aziraphale's bookshop.

"Oh Crowley, wonderful you're here-"

"Yes, yes, I'm wonderful, you're wonderful, the world's bloody wonderful. Angel, do you remember in 1865 when we saw her in St James's Park?"

There wasn't a need to clarify who the 'her' was. Aziraphale straightened, removing his spectacles from his nose. "Yes, I do."

"And you remember when you said you'd research it and report back, but never did?"

"Yes, I do. Crowley-"

"I need that research now, Angel." Crowley said quickly, not letting Aziraphale ask more pointless questions.

"Nothing came of it, dear, that's why I'd never told you. We would have sensed if she was a witch, angel, demon, or anything other supernatural. We have those senses."

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Crowley, what happened? What did you see?"

"She's here."

Aziraphale's eyebrows shot up and he placed a surprise hand on his chest, not quite knowing what to do with that information. "Here?!"

"In London. In the coffee shop, in Nina's coffee shop. I - I saw her. There was a golden thread between us. I know it's her, Angel. She looks different but she has every time. It's her."

"You saw a golden thread?"

"Yes."

Aziraphale put his spectacles back on, heading for one of his bookshelves towards the back of the shop, "are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes, Angel, I'm bloody positive."

"A Golden thread has never shown up before. The previous times were all the, err, the eyes. This means something." Aziraphale said, gathering the dusty book from his shelf and depositing it on his desk with a thud. "In Greek mythology the golden thread was your life line. Your life thread so to speak. Fate, destiny, the whole nine yards."

"Yes, Angel, but the Greeks were wrong and that's how we exist so what does it mean for us?" Crowley grabbed a chair and fell into it, placing a frustrated hand on his temple.

Aziraphale thumbed through pages until he found what he was looking for. He read the words, but it only helped to scrunch his brow. "This doesn't make any sense. The threads only have two colors, two avenues."

"What do the threads mean, Angel?" His tone pained in frustration. This girl was scaring him, and he couldn't explain why. As far as he knew she presented no threat to him. And yet all the same, he feared her. He wasn't a fan of the unknown. Everything had been so planned out for so long, even though he didn't like the idea of the world ending it was a plan nonetheless.

"It says here that white thread is for eternal blessings. Saints and what not. Black thread for eternal damnation. But it only exists on a human while they are alive."

"Wot? I don't see black threads on people, d'you see white threads?"

Aziraphale adjusted his spectacles, "it says here they only appear if an Angel, or in your case, dearest, a demon, specifically bless them. Or, err, curse them."

"Still, you'd think 6,000 years and I woulda seen something."

Aziraphale nodded in agreement, "I've not seen any either."

"Wait, how'd you know about all this then?" Crowley waved a hand vaguely in between Aziraphale and the book.

Aziraphale looked confused for a moment, "all this? Oh, ah, you mean how I've come to know about the threads? Well it is to my understanding that this was brought up by Michael -"

"Head honcho Michael?" Crowley asked.

"Yes, though I wouldn't use such human terms myself. Michael had thought it up around 100BC. Thought it would be a fun way of identifying humans. But the upstairs didn't fancy the idea, She dispelled it not too long after."

"Hmm... never woulda pictured that out of Michael."

"Well, they say you never really know someone." Aziraphale replied, looking back over the pages as Crowley began to ramble.

"Always thought that applied to killers. No one ever says that 'bout the good deeds, they only say it after you've hurt someone. If someone's killed a kid, everyone's all up in arms like 'you never really knew 'em.' But if someone's a paramedic no one's like 'you never really know-'"

Aziraphale felt his jaw drop open as the words at the bottom of the page finally clicked. Part of the reason Michael's plan never worked, at least according to Gabriel, was that the wording was too specific. "No one uses 'eternally' in their everyday vocabulary," he had argued. Back then Aziraphale had quite agreed with Gabriel, but everyone agreed with Gabriel if it meant shutting Michael up. But he remembered a time not long before the thread idea was vanished when he had used the word 'eternally' in conversation. He reread to be sure, then piped up over Crowley's random complaining, "C-Crowley... do you remember what you said to her in 55BC?"

Crowley's face scrunched as he tried to think all the way back. "I, uh, tripped her. On accident, then she called me an asshole and I-I damned her for eternity I think."

"Oh dear."

"What does this 'oh dear' me? Angel?" When Aziraphale didn't say anything Crowley got up, stalking over to him quickly. "What did you see?"

"I blessed her for eternity."

"So? What's that mean?"

"I-I think, and I could be very very wrong, however I think that means we've, err, we've trapped her soul in an endless strain between Heaven and Hell."

"No, no, no, no," Crowley started to say, unconsciously pacing as he tried to unravel it all in his head. "That doesn't make any sense. Her thread is gold, white and black don't make gold. It makes grey, she should be grey!"

"I think the color of her thread is far from our biggest issue, Crowley."

"So, so what? She's trapped to us?"

Aziraphale ran a hand down his face, trying to process. "I- she might be."

"But her body's changed each time. It's not the same woman."

"Ah, but her eyes. They've stayed the same. You know as well as I do they're the same."

Crowley stopped, knowing he didn't have grounds to argue. Aziraphale was right, after all. Then he groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Fucking hell-"

"Language," Aziraphale said with pursed lips.

"Wot? For the fucking or the hell part?" Crowley snapped, then upon seeing Aziraphale's dropped expression he immediately retracted. "I'm sorry. That was rude. You're not getting the stupid dance though. Angel, she's not immortal. Her soul is. She must just keep being, being reborn. But the soul from 55BC is still the same."

"That would make sense," Aziraphale said. "They do say the eyes are the window into the soul. Perhaps that explains why they remain while the rest of her can change."

"Yeah, yeah. It makes sense, don't it?"

"So we've accidentally trapped a human soul to Earth to live and die for eternity?"

"Yeah, yeah," Crowley sniffed. "Think we did, Angel."

There was a quiet pause as the two reflected on what they just realized. They, unwittingly, had created an immortal creature. She doesn't even know she's immortal, and by the past experience it sounds as if her mind is wiped with each death. But her soul lives on.

"Fuck," Aziraphale said quietly.

Crowley looked up sharply, "wot'd you say?"

"I said fuck." He repeated, with more confidence this time around.

On any normal circumstance, Crowley would laugh and cherish the moment he saw Aziraphale curse - and with fuck of all of them - but he couldn't help but think Aziraphale was right. Fuck, indeed.

"What do we do?" Crowley asked.

"We have to tell her."

"We do? Why's that? What d'ya think we're gonna say? Hi random stranger I'm a demon he's an Angel and your soul is stuck, here have a cuppa."

"Well that would be straightforward -"

"Sarcasm, Angel. You've been here for thousands of years and you still don't process sarcasm."

Aziraphale stood up and went over to Crowley, touching his shoulders so he'd look up to him. "I understand that this is difficult. This is, it's entirely unprecedented territory. But she deserves the truth." He leaned in, his voice but a whisper. "It does help that we both feel a pull to her. Once we see her, it hurts to no interact. Perhaps we can find a way to end this, to help her."

Crowley swallowed, looking away from Aziraphale's bright blue eyes. He smelled of vanilla and old books, a scent Crowley would bottle up and spray all over his stupid, cold flat if he could. Maybe this girl could help, maybe she was good. But they first needed to meet her.

"Alright. Fine. Let's go, now," Crowley said, sliding his sunglasses back on. Aziraphale nodded and retrieved his coat.

The pair walked out of the bookshop, locking up, and swiftly walked cross the street. They hesitated outside the door, neither knowing what to do. A flash of a blue apron in the window caught their attention, and then a golden thread, shining in the light, emerged and wrapped round the owners waist.

"You seeing that, Angel?"

"Y-yes, I am. It's not faded."

It didn't. It sparkled and swayed in the air, moving with the owners body as she walked around in the shop.

"On three," Aziraphale said. Crowley grumbled in agreement. "One, two ... three."

They opened the doors and were almost immediately greeted by a sweet smile and kind eyes. The same eyes they'd seen for hundreds of years. She smiled, tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Hi guys, welcome in! Feel free to take a seat wherever you like, I'll be with you in a moment."

"O-okay," Aziraphale said, his voice wispy in the confusion and whirlwind that was her. But she was entirely unaware, blissfully living in her own world that she didn't know was about to be ruined.

They sat in a far corner, away from any windows. Crowley sprawled in the seat, looking anywhere but at Aziraphale. Aziraphale sat stiff as a bored, left leg bouncing so furiously the table itself started to shake.

"Right, what can I get you lads?" She seemed to appear out of nowhere, shining golden thread wrapped round her sweet waist right where the apron was tied.

Aziraphale spoke first, not looking her in the eye but instead staring out the window. An uncharacteristically rude action on his part. "Oh, um, just a latte please. With 3 shots of vanilla."

"Ooo, yum. And for you, the one with the glasses?" She asked, her voice light.

Crowley thought for a moment. Better bite the bullet, eh? He turned, took his sunglasses off, and looked her in the eyes. "Espresso, darling."

Her eyes had a golden flash and she seemed to jump, her pad falling to the table in her shock. She looked between Aziraphale and Crowley with wide eyes, hands going to her stomach as she took deep breaths. "Aziraphale. Your name is Aziraphale," she said to him. Eyes wide. She turned to the demon. "You're Crowley."

"Yes, dear, we are."

"Why do I know that?" Her voice was shaky and yet she stayed, not angry or scared that she knew unknowable information.

Aziraphale and Crowley exchanged a glance. Crowley sighed, flicking his hand. Time around them stopped. Customers held their mugs up in the air, Nina mid pouring a cup, and a man getting ready to ask for the most ridiculous drink he could think of. All were trapped in this moment except for her, Aziraphale and Crowley.

She jumped, looking around with wide eyes, "h-how'd you do that? Why did you do that?"

"Please, take a seat dear," Aziraphale said, snapping as a plush chair appeared behind her. She tripped into it, her body language stuff and frightened.

"This is all feeling like a very strange dream, and I don't like it," she said, taking deep breaths to try and clear her mind. "Did you just stop time and if so, how the hell did you? And you just miraculously created a chair? And why do I know who the hell you are?"

"Dearest, it's not a dream, I'm afraid. You have met us before. You've met us multiple times before," Aziraphale took a breath. "I-I'm afraid we have some complicated news."

"Tell me who the hell you are!" She was getting scared, her heart fighting against her rib cage. She wanted to get up, she wanted to run away, put her hands over her ears and scream 'la la la' over and over until they left her alone. But she didn't. It wasn't a physical thing, even though these familiar strangers had put her in a terrifying position she knew they'd let her go. It was her soul that kept her trapped. "Who are you? I need to know. Who are you really?"

Aziraphale placed a warm hand on her own. His was large, soft and yet strong. She liked the feeling of his hands as he held one of hers, looking into her eyes. "My name is Aziraphale. I am an Angel of God. I was the Guardian of the East Gate at the Garden of Eden, but now I am on Earth. I perform miracles and I run a bookshop, with my dearest friend."

His eyes glanced over to the other man. He was handsome, tanned skin with fiery red hair slicked up and back over his head. Aziraphale might have called him a friend, but she wasn't stupid enough to believe that. It was more than that, maybe they didn't know it but she definitely did.

Another hand grasped hers, this one lean and long. He grasped her hand with a soft intensity she didn't know possible. "My name's Crowley. I'm a demon, you'd know me cause I was a, uh, let's call me a reptile."

She blinked rapidly, "you were the snake that tempted Eve?"

"Wow, she's a quick one," Crowley smiled widely.

"Wasn't he cursed to only use his belly?"

Crowley rolled his eyes, "it's complicated."

"You, both, are not human. You're an Angel and you're a demon. So Christianity is right."

"Yes, love. But God is actually a She, that bit got muddled," Aziraphale smiled. "Are you feeling better?"

"That doesn't explain, why- why do I know you? I recognize both of you, but I don't know why. Then you made that comment about having met me multiple times, for years, what does that mean?" She was getting a little riled but she tried to stay calm. This wasn't going to make any more sense by screaming at a literal demon. And Angel, but the demon was more infuriating at the moment. He stared at her with a mix of awe and shock, and she didn't want to think about any of it.

Aziraphale sighed, "before the current era, you know Roman times and what not, the Archangel Michael played with the idea of threads. It was similar in concept to the Greek idea of fate -"

"You happened to be alive when this was a thing. It means when a demon curses you and says the word 'eternally' a black thread'll appear to let everyone know you're damned forever. White thread with angels."

"I'm damned forever? Wait, you said Roman times - I was alive during the ancient roman era?"

"Well, darling, he blessed you and I cursed you at the same day. Meaning your soul is trapped with both Heaven and Hell," Crowley said softly. "We think your soul has been reincarnated since about 55BC. And it's because of us. This Golden shit you see is our connection."

"But white and black make grey?"

Crowley clapped and said "aha! She gets it!"

"Crowley," Aziraphale said, though his eyes were light with amusement. "We can't explain the color of the thread. But we believe it means you're connected to us. Both of us, we get this pull to you when you're around. As though we have to see you."

There was a moment of silence as they let her collect her thoughts. Unconsciously, she'd curled up into a ball on the comfy chair Aziraphale had miracled. She thought and thought, rolling over the idea that she's trapped here on earth. An accidental immortal being tied to these two.

She glanced at Aziraphale. She knew him, she has known him. She bit her lip, wishing to understand everything as it was.

"M-May I?" She asked, tentatively lifting a hand near his face. She needed to touch him, to feel him, to try and remember.

The Angel nodded. He was soft, his hair light and white, in short curls on top of his head. She liked the curls, they looked rather fetching on him. Her fingertips brushed lightly down his face, feeling his kind face. She liked his lips, they were pink and couldn't fight a smile. Then she glanced down and saw his hand in his lap. Running an hand down his shoulder to his hand, she lifted it and eyed the golden ring.

"Aziraphale..." she murmured. It all started to fall into place. The dancing, the food, the wine. He'd looked so out of place in pale clothing, so obviously finer than anyone else's. He'd tried to blend in with an outdated style, to balance the richness, but she could spot him through the crowd with ease. His cheeks had gotten pink, and he'd gone for a drink. She hadn't meant to spill on him, she just wanted a chat. "I gave you this ring. You didn't want it at first, but I gave it to you. It says Aziraphale on it."

He took a shaky breath, his eyes becoming glassy with tears. His lips trembled as he said, "you did."

Aziraphale slid the ring off his finger, turning it so she could see the inside. There enough his name was scrawled in haphazard writing. It had faded from the years, some of the details lost to time. But she remembered this ring when it was new. When William had gotten it in his shop and didn't know what to make of it. And she'd taken it, knew it would be special.

She pressed a soft kiss to the ring, then slid it back on Aziraphale's finger. She looked him in the eyes as she kissed the back of his hand, "I remember you."

The tears had actually fallen now, hitting his cheeks softly. He didn't try to hide it, and she wouldn't want him to. Perhaps it was this whole eternal blessing thing, but she was drawn to him.

Then she turned to the demon. Crowley. He sat high and mighty in his chair, looking away as though he were intruding on Aziraphale's private moment. He was handsome in a different way than Aziraphale. Where Aziraphale was soft and strong, Crowley was sharp and sweet. She smiled when she looked at him, knowing he was sweet without saying it.

She went to him to, lifting her hand then asking softly, "may I touch you?"

He swallowed, and nodded. She first touched his hair, it was softer then it looked. Her fingertips brushed it so it feel on his forehead, liking the contrast of his skin against the red. Then she traced along his tattoo, the way his cheekbone felt under her touch.

With gentle hands, she cupped his cheeks and turned his face so he had to look her in the eyes. She smiled. "I'd wondered if they were still yellow."

He closed his eyes, cringing. He'd always hated his eyes. "Sorry they're-"

"Beautiful." He opened his eyes quickly. "I remember your eyes. They've been in my dreams and I never knew why. The man with the yellow snake eyes. They are so, so beautiful. Like a sunflower."

"You're comparing s'demon eyes to a sunflower?"

She smiled and nodded, "you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."

Crowley sucked in a breath, closing his eyes. It as though the attention itself would make him implode.

"Keep them closed," she said. Then he felt a pair of soft lips kiss one eyelid, then the other. "Absolutely beautiful. Don't you think so, Aziraphale?"

Crowley was shocked to hear Aziraphale agree. "I adore your eyes, dear. They've been my favorite for a long time."

The three didn't know what to do with themselves, time frozen around them. But however strange the situation, she wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. She wanted to get to know this Angel and demon, understand their pasts and more about their connection.

“Thank you, my dear, for your patience,” Aziraphale said kindly.

“I suppose I should be thanking you, you’ve waited hundreds of years.” She said with a dry laugh that made Crowley smile.

There weren’t any words that seemed to describe the moment the three of them shared, in a moment frozen in time knowing they had all the time in the world. But for now it was enough, and that was all it needed to be.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #fluff #soulmate au #good omens fanfiction #good omens x reader #kind of on accident #didn’t think I cared about it until now and I still don’t but I’m proud of this fic #god it’s long please read #historical shit #Aziraphale x Crowley x reader #Aziraphale x Crowley #12k words #my sanity is gone #don’t even care that much about a reader insert with them but I’m here #so enjoy

[metallicaislife]

A Steamy Halloween

A/N: I am so bad at flirting irl and that translates into my writing I'm so sorry hahahahah I think what happens after makes up for it thoughhhh 😏

Requested by : Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut, minors dni

Word Count: 1,531

Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, m x f pairing

���Are you sure you don’t need a ride there?” Kirk asked for the third time over the phone. 

“Yes, I’m running behind a little bit so I’ll just see you when I get there, okay? Plus, it’s not that far from my house. A short walk won’t kill me.” I said holding the phone between my shoulder and ear as I applied the deep red lipstick. 

“Fine, I’ll see you there.” He finally relented. 

“See ya.” I said quickly and hung up the phone. 

I took my time with finishing touches of my costume.

I entered the party, greeting a few people. I was on a mission to find my best friend though. When my eyes landed on him, I was surprised to see he was already looking at me. I made my way over to him. 

“If you spotted me why didn’t you say anything?” I asked folding me arms. He finally snapped out of whatever spell he was under. 

“I.. uh sorry. Um, nice costume.” He said swallowing hard. Internally I smirked, I was in a short leather dress that accentuated my body perfectly, and a pair of platform heels. 

“Thanks.” I smiled showing off my fangs, tried and true sexy vampire for the win. “Are you a ghoul?” I asked. His eyes were surrounded by black paint and contoured his face to give it that hollow look. 

“Bingo.” He replied with finger guns. What a dork. My favorite dork though. 

“Anything fun going on here?” I asked, finally taking the seat next to him. 

“Not really. But it’s still early.” He shrugged. 

“You’re forgetting who’s throwing the party, my guy. If it was me there’d be games but it looks like all this is, is a costume mingle.” I huffed. 

“Wanna give it a while longer then get outta here?” He asked. 

“Yeah, that sounds good.” 

We got up and talked with some of the other party goers. I was right though, all these people were interested in talking, no drinking games, kissing games, you know a normal party. 

About a half an hour later, my eyes met Kirk’s and I gave him the signal we concocted to give the other when we wanted to leave a situation. Kirk nodded and we met at the front door. 

We walked to his car in silence. He opened the door for me.

“Thanks.” I said sliding in and buckling up. He walked around getting in. 

“Where to?” He asked, starting his car. 

“I’m hungry, are you?” I asked as I  fidgeted with my hair.

“Yeah, the diner okay?” He offered our usual spot to eat. 

“Always.” I replied.

The diner was on the other side of town. Music played softly over the radio. Kirk has been my best friend since grade school, but sometimes it felt like he was my boyfriend except without the perks of kissing among other things. Things that I thought of more often than I would ever admit. Sometimes I flirt with him just to see his reaction. He does the same though. It’s like we’re stuck in this vicious cycle of seeing how far we can push that boundary. Feeling confident in my costume and the reaction he gave from seeing me in it I decided tonight would be a good night to push that boundary button.

“You know, if the party turned into a make out party I’d have let you kiss me.” I said. I was serious, but I kept my tone light. I looked at him, his nostrils flared but he didn’t say anything so I kept going. “I would have even let you touch me.” I said dropping my voice to sound sexy.

“You talk an awful lot for someone who won’t actually do anything.” Kirk snapped as he clenched the steering wheel. My mood soured and I quickly snapped back. 

“You’re one to talk.” 

I jolted in my seat, the seat belt tightened, not letting me go far. 

“What the hell, Kirk!” I exclaimed. 

He didn’t say anything as he pulled the car over and parked where there weren’t many cars or foot traffic. 

“Get in the back seat.” He said in a dark tone. 

“What?” I asked, looking at him. His eyes met mine, there was a fire I’d never seen before. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He warned. My eyes widened as warmth pooled low in my belly. I fumbled a bit as I unbuckled and got out of the car sliding into the back seat. My heart thrummed in anticipation. Moments later Kirk followed suit and got out of the driver's seat and entered the back. He locked us in. His demeanor broke a little and he said, “if you don’t want to do this, tell me to stop.” 

He scooted closer and I moved so I could crawl onto his lap straddling him. 

“I want you to fuck me.” I said. The fire returned in his eyes and our lips met in a deep kiss that I felt in my toes. 

Years of imagining this moment, and it was something so much more than I could have ever wished for. His hands gripped me tightly as I tangled my fingers in his hair. 

I grinded down on him feeling him begin to harden. He pulled away and started sloppily kissing my neck as I continued grinding against him. My dress was riding up and his warm palms ran up and down my thighs as he found my sweet spot and bit down. I moaned as my hands explored the planes of his chest through his shirt. I found the hem and began lifting it up and he pulled back enough to let me help him take it off. I immediately dove in kissing and nipping at his chest. His hands kneaded my ass then he began to lift me. It was a bit cramped but he managed to maneuver us so I was laying across the back seat, my feet planted on the seat knees up. My dress was bunched up to my stomach. Kirk knelt as he rubbed his hands over my legs. His pupils were blown, lips swollen. He looked hot as fuck. His hands traveled further until he was at the top of my panties. He began pulling them down and I shifted my hips up so he could take them off. He shoved them into his back pocket. He ran his fingers through my folds eliciting a moan from my throat. He slipped a finger in, then another, using his thumb to rub my clit. 

“Oh fuck… don’t stop.” I moaned. He smirked. 

“Does it feel good?” He asked.

“S’good.” I moaned louder as I got closer to my release. I squirmed as I came, a slew of curse words leaving my lips. 

“So fucking sexy.” Kirk commented. He pulled his dick out of his pants rubbing my release over it. My hooded eyes met his eyes as he moved closer. He rubbed the tip over my clit, I whined. 

“Want you in me.” I breathed out. He aligned himself with me and thrust in. He let out a groan.

“Thought about this for so long. Gonna fuck you so good you won’t get off to anyone’s cock but mine.” He said, and I believed him. The windows were fogging as he began pistoning his hips, our breathing heavy. He paused for a moment to lift my hips and resumed, I screamed as he hit my g-spot. The car shook with each thrust. I came again, my eyes rolling back. He continued dragging out my pleasure before pulling out, he fisted his dick and came on my stomach. He lowered my hips and rested his forehead on my knee. After a while in silence regaining our breath he sat up tucking himself back into his pants. 

“Stay there.” He said and got out going to the passenger door. I heard him rummage about the glovebox before coming back around to kneel between my legs. He had napkins and tenderly cleaned my stomach. 

“Thank you.” I croaked, my throat hoarse from screaming. 

He smiled and helped me sit up bringing my dress back down to cover me. I got out of the backseat and he rushed around to open the passenger door. He stopped me before I got in and kissed me, I immediately kissed him back. He pulled away, a goofy grin on his face. 

I got in and we resumed our voyage to the diner.

When we got there, Kirk opened the diner door for me, following behind and softly resting his hand on the small of my back. 

We were led to a booth and sat across from each other. I ordered fries and soda, while Kirk got a salad. 

“Do you want to go back to my place after and watch Halloween?” Kirk asked. I munched on a fry and nodded. 

“Can we watch Creature from the Black Lagoon after that?” I asked. 

“Of course.” He replied with a smile. 

We fell into comfortable conversation. Part of me wondered how the dork in front of me was the same one from 20 minutes ago that absolutely rocked my world.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett #metallica smut #kirk hammett smut

[yanaleese]

Meet Karma, your new Yandere boyfriend!

Originally from El Salvador, Karma was born into the Sangre family - a line of totally innocent people who have no infamous connections whatsoever! He is the eldest out of his five brothers, and enjoys playing regular sports, including some...questionable ones.

However since that terrible, unfortunate day - things have never been quite the same. Now isolated and alone in an apartment somewhere in North Carolina, Karma has a new goal in mind: To never ever befriend a fucking vampire human ever again!

It's simple. All he has to do is (1) offer his black-hat hacking services on some shady websites, (2) steal some shockingly juicy government and state files (3) blackmail a few higher-ups and (4) use that gossip money to fund his exercise and gaming equipment by delivery-

Oh. Wait. Delivery?

"Puchica!" Karma cursed in his head, his fangs momentarily grazing his lip . He must've have fallen asleep a couple hours after working overtime. Brushing his bangs, he fully covered the bags under his eyes, before staring into the door's peephole, revealing your presence.

And there you were, impatiently tapping your feet in annoyance. As the minute hand kept ticking, your face gradually became distressed, your cheeks revealing your bloodshot eyes. You wanted sleep, and you wanted it now. After all the setbacks and inconveniences on your busy shift, this was your last delivery - and you were not going to let this customer shit on your parade.

As the door began to creek open, you flashed a plastic grin whilst waving the delivery in his face.

"This your delivery, Sir?"

Karma nodded, giving a genuine smile back, pen in hand. Your eyes almost bulged out of its eye sockets. You felt yourself bit your lip hard, causing it to bleed. Lowering your gaze, you prayed that your beating heart didn't combust into a malfunctioning, bumbling mess.

In your head all you could think about what was one thing, and one thing only.

Holllllllllllly shit. Those FUCKING T I T S -

"Cool. Just sign here, and you got yourself a present."

You heard a low chuckle out of him, causing a slight blush to form on your face. You cursed under your breath, trying to keep it together. Karma's eyes twinkled with amusement, loving the professional façade you retained on your already tired face. However, if you looked closely, you could see a hint of worry flash on his face as he saw you have a nosebleed, along with a bloody lip.

Noticing his concern, you wiped the blood of your nostrils. "Oh Sir I am so sorry-"

Without even waiting on your apology, he returned with a bundle of paper towels in his scarred, parched hands. Embarrassed, you mouthed a million apologies before shyly requesting for him to sign the blood-stained paper.

"Once again I am so sorry-"

"Don't be."

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. As he finished signing everything off, you lowered your polyester cap, your name beautifully sewn in cursive at the top - just like your shirt. Scarlet strands of hair shifted as he tilted his head, his eyes engraving your name into his head. That way, he could run a background check later.

As you hurriedly walked away, he glanced at the fresh droplets along the ivory paper before revealing a wide range of pearly, sharp teeth.

"Ah mierda..." He bit his finger, Karma's tongue salivating. Feeling the heat growing in his cheeks, he became dazed, as thoughts of you began to fill the crevices of his mind. "No puedo esperar para devorarte entero, [Y/N] ♡ ~"

--------------------Alternate versions---------------------

If you are interested in more of his lore, my inbox is open (lol)

and yes, the bulge was intentional 🥰

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[wistfulcynic]

a non-izzy-centric reading of the events of season two

i didn't really want to get into this because it's so, so tiresome and i'd rather talk about the things i loved about this season. Poison, positivity, etc. But.

reading this post about people doubting their own judgement due to the overwhelming noise from Izzy stans along with a rewatch of season two from start to finish made me realise that i too had been influenced by a year and a half of being intensely frustrated by people insisting so loudly that OFMD was in fact the Izzy Hands Show. My initial issues with S2 mostly stemmed from overcompensating for that by resenting any development of Izzy on the screen because i did not want it to feed those people. Which meant that i also was centring Izzy in a way that he should not be centred! i was letting their noise lead me to read him as far more important than he actually is.

So i looked back at several points from the season that had me feeling uncomfortable and which, from a cursory browse through the Izzy tag i've concluded his stans see as a contradiction or a betrayal or something and re-evaluated them from the perspective of Izzy not being a main fucking character.

point one: "He's our dick."

When Archie (a newcomer and therefore a fairly effective audience stand-in for anyone not balls deep in fandom bullshit) asks Jim why they're going to so much trouble for Izzy, who she has immediately clocked as "kind of a dick", Jim gives this response. Which, if you think Izzy is important, may read as an expression of reluctant fondness. But then, Jim continues: "There was a time when life meant something on this ship. When we lived for each other, not just to survive." These lines are punctuated by a flashback to the famous Revenge crew found-family Renaissance-painting moment. Jim is nostalgic for the "good old days" of the Revenge under Stede's people-positive management style. It is out of respect for that (seemingly) lost way of life that they take the trouble for Izzy, not for Izzy himself. They'd have done the same for anyone, because they desperately want life to matter again. Izzy, as the person whose gamy leg is a direct result of his threatening Ed and bringing the kraken era down on all of them, is simply the one whose life happens to be on the line.

(honestly, i love this from Jim, who was one of Stede's boldest detractors in season one and still the crew member most likely to call him out on his bullshit. That's your "reluctant fondness" moment right there.)

point two: the new unicorn

apparently Izzy stans see the gift of the unicorn leg prosthetic as a symbol of deep love and respect from the crew to Izzy. Which is an absolutely wild reading when you look at what led up to it.

There's tension on the ship. Divisions. Lucius is chain-smoking and jump-scared by his own shadow. Jim, Archie, Frenchie, and Fang are overcome by guilt over their mutiny and frantically scrubbing nonexistent blood from the deck in what is a fantastically darkly funny Lady Macbeth moment for them. Izzy is sloppy drunk and yelling nonsensical abuse at the unicorn masthead. Roach, Pete, Oluwande, and Wee John make a well-intentioned but ill-conceived attempt to bring everyone back together (i say "everyone" but Izzy, significantly, is not included) which leads to them all being at each other's throats in the sort of mutually-assured-destruction configuration that starts world wars. It's a great scene. Izzy is not a part of it.

until he interrupts them, throws the unicorn legs at them and in his drunken clumsiness breaks his prosthetic. He then pointedly refuses their offers of assistance and drags himself away along the floor by his arms.

my friends. This is peak pathos. The crew do not respect Izzy in this moment, they feel sorry for him. They realise that he's worse off than any of the rest of them and that knowledge brings them back together. Making the unicorn prosthetic is barely about Izzy at all. It's about the crew coming together, repairing the rifts in their found family and as a bonus helping out their grumpy second cousin who doesn't really want to be there but has nowhere else to go. It's also a very generous offer of a new place on the ship--as the new unicorn--and a fresh start. Because that's what life on the Revenge is. For everyone.

point three: la vie en rose

much has been made of Izzy putting on drag makeup and singing at the Calypso birthday party, and fair enough. That's a big character development point for him. i don't hate it, though i wish there'd been more build-up to it, a longer conversation between Izzy and Wee John at least (insert obligatory "fuck Max" here) but regardless, if we accept Izzy's amputated leg as cutting off his old self and replacing it with the unicorn then we can arrive at a place where he's able to participate in a drag performance without too much cognitive gymnastics.

i've written before about the curious choice to have Izzy sing La Vie En Rose in French (after he initially sang it in English) at the very moment when Ed and Stede are having sex for the first time. On first watch i felt viscerally troubled by it, it felt like a validation of the obsessive psychosexual reading of Izzy's feelings for Ed. Looking at the season as a whole, it feels more like a (cringy, creepy, waaaay over the line) attempt on his part to signal approval for Ed and Stede's relationship. Especially when taken in conjunction with his (super creepy, like wtf who greenlit this) interruption of their breakfast in bed the next morning to make a ham-fisted innuendo. Weird but okay i guess, it's not like Izzy and social niceties have ever gone hand in hand.

many people point to the drag scene as the crew embracing Izzy and welcoming him as one of them. Again, i don't disagree. But, also again, this is not specific to Izzy. This is just what they do. They also embraced Archie with her snake-cult stories, they re-embraced Ed (who yes, they do love, refutations of arguments that they don't love Ed are a whole other essay though) and later they embrace Zheng and Auntie and also Jackie who once stole their savings jar and threatened to cut off their noses. That's what they do! They embrace people! That's what the show is about!

point four: the death scene

i have to be honest, i still hate this. i don't hate that Izzy died, i hate that he died in Ed's arms with Ed calling him his only family. That still feels unearned to me, and alas was probably another victim of the shortened season. But even with this extremely kind and forgiving death scene, the stans are not satisfied! They feel that the entire crew should have been gathered round, assuring Izzy of their profound love for him. There should have been weeping at the funeral, wailing and gnashing of teeth, rending of garments etc. It's what he deserves as such a beloved member of the crew!

except he wasn't beloved. He was accepted, yes. Welcomed, even. But acceptance is a far cry from love. Cheering as someone sings a song at a party does not mean you feel ready to weep at their deathbed or proclaim your undying affection for them.

yet even so, the crew are visibly distraught at his death scene. There are tears in many eyes! But effusive declarations of feeling from any one of them other than Ed would have felt (to anyone not convinced Izzy is the main character) completely wrong and very weird. You can headcanon what you like to fill the gaps in canon but on screen we have seen very few meaningful interactions between Izzy and any of the existing crew aside from Fang and Lucius and to a lesser extent Wee John. Izzy's primary relationship with another character is with Ed and so, as much as i still don't like it, Ed is the only one who has any real reason to be at Izzy's side as he dies.

as for the brevity of the funeral and the fact that they went straight from it to Pete and Lucius's wedding instead of having, idk, a prolonged wake at which everyone speaks at length about how important Izzy was to them, i mean. Obviously that wasn't going to happen. More than enough screen time had already been given to a side character who spent most of it either being miserable himself or making others so. It was time for the rest of them to find some moments of joy. As Izzy himself said, not moving on is worse.

in conclusion, i'd like to address the people saying that Izzy should have lived so he could continue his arc of self-discovery and sure, that would have been great--on the Izzy Hands Show. But OFMD is about Ed and Stede and Izzy had served his purpose in their story. i feel certain there will be copious fanfics to soothe anyone who feels Izzy was shortchanged.

on the show, though, he was treated in a very logical and foreseeable way as the antagonist who was able to see the light at the end but not necessarily to thrive in such a well-lit environment. Literature (by which i mean also films and tv) abounds with examples of this sort of character. They see the error of their ways but they are too stuck in them, shaped by them, to exist comfortably in any other way. They help bring about change to benefit others and not for themselves, that is the bittersweet beauty of their endings.

Izzy let Ed go. He embraced the softer parts of himself. He died surrounded by people who may not have loved him but at least accepted him as one of their own and felt genuine sorrow about his passing. That is a satisfying narrative end for a reformed antagonist! If you truly feel that he was shortchanged by it then you have forgotten what show you're watching and what sort of character he was.

Izzy Hands: not the main character, still an interesting one, absolute nightmare, what a guy.

#our flag means death #ofmd meta #ofmd season two #izzy critical #the izcourse #izzy hands meta #sorry not sorry to people who are going to hate this post but writing it has been therapeutic for me #i'm tired of hating a character on a show i love so much so i shall go back to thinking of him as the nasty rat man and focusing on faves #saira has Thoughts

[luvtak]

birthday blues, psh

☆ pairing fratboy!sunghoon x reader

☆ genre/tw fluffy fluff fluff, a twinge of angst, sunghoon has a case of the birthday blues :(( i wrote the mc to be quite introverted, hand holding lmao, cheek kisses! a little miscommunication, a very sweet and soft getting together fic <33

☆ w/c 1705

☆ a/n happy holidays!! i began this fic on sunghoons birthday but because i am terrible at planning anything i just finished tonight lol, so heres a little present from me!! i hope you like it <3

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With the bad music and the smell of cheap beer, you find yourself regretting walking through the door. The house is bustling with conversation and rhythmless dancing–not a sweater in sight despite the frigid air outside. Not one person you know or like is occupying the four walls around you, and even worse, your drink is weak. 

The melting ice is enough to kick start a negotiation with yourself, you’ll leave after this drink… tell Sunghoon happy birthday, and then we’re gone. You’re not sure why you even bothered… you’ve been on three dates with the boy and barely kissed twice. While he’s handsome and funny, you don’t know if that's enough to endure another mindless frat party while your roommates are cozying up at home watching the new season of Love is Blind. 

While initially you held some reservations about going on another date with a frat boy, Sunghoon proved himself to be very sweet.

 The first date was nice, dinner and a movie (action which was ironically very boring) and a chaste cheek kiss that kept you up way past your desired Tuesday bedtime. His lips were soft and his eyes were kind–a sort of unfamiliar shy glimmer staring down at you. He was ever the gentleman, opening doors and making sure to tell you how pretty you looked… He was perfect. Which was odd for a guy who spent all his time with boys who carried a carousel of girls around. 

The second date was quick but sweet, a speedy lunch in between classes, leaving a smile on your face until you got home that night. He had asked about you the whole time, wanting to know how your day was, and if you had had a good time when you went out before. And finally, the third, wherein the very pretty boy asked you to come to his birthday party before placing a swift kiss upon your lips. 

It was almost like you were possessed. Feeling a great urge to be there to celebrate with him–very unlike the person you claim to be, but he asked so sweetly. His fanged smile was large and on display, and he had a look in his warm eyes that reminded you too much of an overloved puppy. Too much time with those eyes and you were agreeing before he could say please. 

Now, you wished you had the gift of prophecy. If you knew you wouldn’t see the boy once since walking through the doors 45 minutes ago you never would have said you’d come. Of course, it’s his birthday and you’re sure he’s busy being shuffled along friends and pretty girls who’ve long since held his favor, but he asked you to come and if you have to spend another minute listening to mindless chatter you might never speak to him again–no matter how much you like his company.

The boys next to you are crass and the girls much more indulgent than you feel prepared for. Enabling their counterparts with enough alcohol and shitty pick up lines to put you out for the whole year. And while listening in to others' conversations isn’t the nicest thing to do, the loud groanings of, “Hey, pretty lady…you’re heating up this whole place.” were just too nauseating to ignore. 

While slurred words are always swoonworthy, it may be time to head out. 

It is barely eleven, but you’re ready to go–ego bruised and brain ready to rest with some mind numbing television. Not too mention, phone long dead from too many tiktoks watched to pass the time. You can’t believe he didn’t even make an effort to say hello. You made it clear you didn’t like this sort of thing–would rather spend a Friday night away from the hubbub and cheer of a college party that lost its charm the spring of your freshman year. 

Whatever, if he didn’t care you’re just glad he showed his true colors sooner rather than later. While it sucks,  it’s no use crying over another too pretty boy. 

Peeling yourself from the back corner, you find yourself jostled this way and that until your skin meets the chilly December air. A momentary shock of relief rings through your gut, finally away from the rotten place a younger you loved, and an older you was over. 

The night for all its misadventures did end up being a pretty one; stars barely peeking through the light covered city and shining down on the car packed street. Straining your neck to see them for just a minute before making your way to your car, you eye a startling figure sitting on the frat house’s roof. 

A boy with a curious resemblance to Sunghoon, but why would the birthday boy be out here instead of at his own party? His hair is mussed and though he is far up, it’s easy to see the messy state of his clothes–sweatpants and a sweater one could only describe as something a grandfather would wear. 

“Sunghoon? What are you doing up there?” it's too far, but you think you can see the little lift of his lips, a look of relief gracing his features. 

“What do you mean? I’m waiting for you, didn’t you get my message?” His voice, while covered by the echoing party and the nighttime sounds, still carries over the expanse of the front yard as if he was in front of you–as confused as it was, it does little to ease the annoyance of before. 

“What are you talking about Park? I’ve been here for an hour and haven’t gotten anything from you.” 

“Oh I’m Park now? But it’s my birthday.” betrayed by your own temper, you can’t help but let your teeth show. His ever composed countenance running away as he whines his words. 

Maybe it’s dramatic and maybe he did send you a message, but the bitter pain of feeling ignored won’t go away just because he’s cute. 

Even if he is really really cute. 

“How am I supposed to know if you really did send me a message and aren’t just saying that now that you’ve been caught?” 

“Come on now, Silly, charge your phone.” he’s grinning now, tongue running along the points of his left canine. “I’d invite you up, but it looks like you may just push me off.” 

“Why are you up there anyway? There's a bunch of people in there waiting for the birthday boy.” 

It could be your imagination, or a trick of the shadows, but it’s almost like that one word made his whole body falter. Straight shoulders falling below his ears and long eyelashes hitting the peaks of his cheekbones. Eyes closed and figure sad. 

From a young age you’ve been rather curious; looking through hidden presents and asking too personal questions to the people around you, but you don’t think you’ve ever been more interested than now. Looking at this handsome boy–too early to love, but too late to ignore–sitting alone on his birthday is enough to make you pause. 

“Sunghoon? Are you okay? I won’t push you off if you help me up.” 

While he doesn’t answer your question, he does reach out a hand to show you the way. Laughing loudly when you stumble through the tree branches, and quick jabs at your obvious roof climbing inexperience. It’s only when you’ve safely landed next to him that you can really see the slightly blue expression on his face. Of course he’s smiling–you don’t think he’s ever looked at you without one, but there's something invading his form. An ever present dusk sitting along his spine. 

The both of you sit in silence for a long time, looking out at the street and laughing at the party goers retreating through the yard. Young men and women stumbling and giggling their way through another weekend. It’s only when the music changes from obnoxiously loud electronica to obnoxiously loud rap does he speak. 

“I’ve never really liked today, you know? I get so excited for it to come, thinking it's gonna be a magical day that changes everything. Then I wake up and it’s just another boring day. I guess I haven’t learned how to deal with the disappointment, 

I’m sorry you were in there alone, I– I wish I knew you went inside. I was hoping I’d catch you going in and bring you up here. I thought maybe if I spent it with you, it could be life changing. Exciting enough to be worth another year.” 

How interesting birthdays are, to be so momentous and yet so disenchanting. You wait 365 days for a moment to pass, another year older with no magic in sight. Although you can’t ignore that he believed you to be life changing. How sweet, to think after only three dates he’s already decided that you’re who he wants to spend his day with. Face warming and hands shaking, you’re able to let out a soft laugh, before finally answering, 

“Well, maybe we should just treat it like any other day. No cake or presents, I won’t even wish you a happy birthday." It's strange how this seemingly mean sentiment lights up his face: brown eyes becoming crescent moons, a goofy grin settling along his mouth. A look worthy of a birthday. 

“What should we do instead?” 

“Hmm, if you come with me right now we might be able to see the rest of Love is Blind with my roommates. Kazuha and Intak swore they wouldn’t watch the weddings without me… Only if you want to.” 

And the way you looked at him with wide eyes and a hopeful smile, how could he say no. How could he tell you that all day he wished he could spend it with you.

He helps you down and keeps your hand in his as you begin the trek back to your apartment. The night is cold, but his figure next to yours heats you right up–brightening the walk back to your apartment, and making you thank whatever power made you stop to look at the stars, never knowing the tall boy was wishing on every birthday cupcake that you’d join him on the roof and change his life.

© LUVTAK

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, time travel, oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, a lot of female receiving oral. Obsessive behavior…

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 6- The Calm Before The Storm…

You feel someone gently shake you and you groan. “Five more minutes.” You pull the covers over your head and you hear a chuckle.

“Amor, you have to wake up, I let you sleep as long as possible but you still have to go to work.” Miguel says as he peels the covers back. “Mmm, no. Let them fire me I want to sleep. My bed feels too good right now.” You mutter as you scoot down the bed.

“I really wish I didn’t have to do this.” Miguel suddenly yanks the blanket off and with his webbing he makes it stick to the ceiling.

“No fair!” You whine as you feel the cold air hit your body. “Come on, chica sueño. I made you breakfast, and I know you don’t want to eat cold french toast.” He pats your thigh and you sit up pouting at him.

“I should call out.” You say as you slide out of bed and into your slippers. “You can, and then you can start your vacation early.” Miguel suggests. “You’re not h…helping.” You yawn as you shuffle out of your room.

“Good morning, T. Good Morning Miguel.” Erica says as she sits on the couch with Milo. “Morning.” You go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get into the shower.

Miguel follows you and turns the shower on after he closes the door behind him. “Wait, weren’t you suppose to be at work an hour ago?” You ask as you strip off your over sized shirt and panties. “I had pulled some strings, so I’ll be going in later.” He says as he strips off his pajama bottoms and t shirt. You brush your teeth glancing at him in the mirror, and see his eyes watching your body as well.

You two then step into the shower and you let the water run on you for a moment to wake you up. “Let me.” Miguel washes your back and you give a happy sigh. “What about your other job? You can’t really pull strings with that.” You ask as he stands close behind you, massaging your hips.

“Well I don’t necessarily have to punch in for that job, that one pretty much starts as soon as I wake up.” He rubs your hips and starts to move to your front but you stop him.

“Miguel keep that up and I’ll be late getting to work.” You turn around and he was smiling. “I can always get you to work my way if you’re worried about being late.”

“No, don’t even think about it. Now let me wash your back.” He turns for you and you look down admiring his well toned ass. You give it a swat and he jerks. “Tommie.” He says in a warning tone. “What? It was there and I just wanted to tap it a little. I’m sorry, really let me wash your back.” You scrub his back and work your hands on his sides.

“Amor, what are you doing?” Miguel asks as you you peek up at him. “Nothing…” You move your hands to his front and he bites his bottom lip. “That’s not…nothing.” You stroke him as he closes his eyes. “I thought…you didn’t want to be late to work?” Miguel moans out. “Who says I’m going to finish?” You stop abruptly and clean your self up.

Miguel stands right behind you and he tugs your braids back so that you’re looking up at him. “You know I could have you right here, right now and make you late to work.”

“Mmm, I know. But you won’t. All because you love me and you wouldn’t do that to me.” He narrows his eyes at you and kisses your forehead. “I’ll remember this, mark my words. Te devolveré por eso.”

“I’m sure you will. Now come on, we need to get out and breakfast is getting cold.” You turn the water off and you grab a towel. As you bend over to grab your things, you see from the corner of your eye, that Miguel was watching you.

“Don’t even think about it, Mr O’Hara.” You get up and he was about to grab you but you move out of his way and you leave the bathroom. “Try getting ready without a towel.” You yell as you run to your bed room.

•••

It was a busy day at the office. Mr Stark had an important lunch meeting and that stressed you out. Because if one little thing went wrong, then it would be your fault.

If Mr Stark got a stain on his tie, it was your fault. If he order red wine by accident, knowing he likes white, then it was your fault. If he order his steak and it wasn’t medium rare? You got it, it was your fucking fault.

You had reserved the entire upper floor at Cherè, Mrs Stark’s favorite restaurant. He always took his clients there.

“Miss Valentine, please let me know when my client has arrived.” Mr Stark says as he checks his reflection in a cutting knife. “Absolutely sir.” You check your notes and you see his client is Mr. Anthony D’Angelo.

Hmm why does that last name sound familiar?

“Oh sir, before I go, I wanted to remind you that Mrs Stark will be coming by the office around four.” The coldness in his blue eyes seem to melt when you mention his wife.

“Good, uh, please go check with Bruce to see if Mr. D’Angelo is here.” You nod and turn on your heel. When you make it to the lower level, you walk over to Bruce, Mr Stark’s bodyguard.

“Hey Bruce.” You greet him. He turns and gives you a nod. “Hello Miss Valentine. Is the big man nervous?”

“You know he is, but after today I won’t have to worry about that level of stress. I will be sipping on a cocktail and getting fat from all the food I can stuff in my face.” That causes a laugh from Bruce which was rare but made you feel good.

“You enjoy your vacation. If anyone deserves one it’s you.”

“You too. I keep telling you to make sure you get some well R&R.” He nods. “I know, and I’ll be taking my wife to our cabin next month. You know she’s expecting soon.”

“She is! Congratulations to the both of you. So you know the sex yet?” He shakes his head. “My wife says I’m corny for not wanting to know but in all honesty, I just want the baby to be healthy. And I want to be the best dad I can be to my kid, you know.” You pat his shoulder. “You will be. Hey when you guys throw a baby shower let me know, I’ll be sure to send you some baby stuff.”

“Sure thing.” A sleek silver car pull up to the building and Bruce walks over to it. He opens the door and helps a woman get out. “Please let Mr Stark know that Mr. D’Angelo’s daughter is here for him instead.” Bruce says over his headset. You go to leave but you pause because now you know why that last name was familiar.

That’s Dana’s last name.

You leave in haste to let Mr Stark know about the change of plans and who he is having lunch with.

When she comes to the upper level Mr Stark stands and he looked flustered. “H..hello Miss D’Angelo.” He goes to shake her hand but Dana ignores it and kisses his cheek.

Mrs Stark isn’t going to like that.

He blushes and when he noticed you in the room he clears his throat. You gives a fake smile and you go to leave. However Dana stops you.

“You’re Miguel’s friend correct?”

“I’m his girlfriend and my name is Tommie.” You correct her. She looks you up and down which makes you annoyed. “I see he has a type. When this is over, how about we do lunch sometimes? No titles just friends.” She gives you a hand shake and you take it just to look good in front of your boss. “Maybe.” You tell her. “I’ll be sure to let your boss know when.” Before you can answer her she leaves and you hold in your sigh.

Why the fuck would you want to have a meal with Miguel’s ex? You think as you leave the room.

••••

After the lunch meeting, you were back at the office and you were typing a few emails for Mr Stark. You stop and hold the bridge of your nose. The lunch went well, so well that Mr Stark had mentioned how Dana had wanted to treat you to dinner when you get back from vacation.

And the shitty part of is if you try to turn it down, he will see it as you giving him a bad reputation.

“Maybe I can fake an illness or tell him I died.” You say as you sigh. You reach into your desk and you pull out a fruit snack and some trail mix.

You go to eat it but jump when you hear a knock on your window. You turn and see Spider-man. You quickly get up and open the window to let him in.

He crawls in and he stands in front of you. “What’s wrong amor?” He asks as he recedes his mask. “You know your ex pulled some strings and now I have to have a dinner with her when I get back from vacation?” He gives you a frown. “How did Dana do that?”

“She happens to be the daughter of Mr D’Angelo, a client that Mr Stark just made a partnership with. Do I need to worry about her? Other than worry about her perfect face.” You mutter.

“Princesa, you don’t need to worry about anything. Dana is just bitter because we went out on one date and I broke it off.”

“The way she makes it seem, is that you two were together for a while. And she makes it feel as if I’m just an obstacle.”

“Dana has…issues. Some she needs to get help for. It was only one date and that was it. And you are no obstacle. You are the love of my life, and hopefully you have at least twenty minutes to spare.”

“For you? Always.” You smile as you wrap your arms around his waist. He hugs you back and he looks over at your desk. “I see you’re eating well.” You groan because Miguel would prefer for you to eat a real meal.

“I’ll eat the food you made me.” You tell him. “Good, you’re still a growing lady.” He teases. “Listen, I am 5’5 when I’m wearing heels.”

“Sí, that is correct, but when they’re not on your feet you are only five feet.” You roll your eyes at his teasing and you let go and go grab the food he made.

As you lay your food out, a chicken salad sandwich, small cup of fruit, some crackers and a tumblr of your favorite drink, you watch Miguel as he looks at your desk.

“You don’t have any pictures of us on your desk.” He says to you. “Not true, remember when we went to the movies and we took those pictures in that booth? I have them on my desk.” You tell him.

“But you don’t have bigger pictures of us, I want Tony’s soul to be crushed when he sees us together.” You snort out a laugh. “You know you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“No estoy celosa.” He says crossing his arms. “Yes you are jealous. And it is cute.” Miguel waves off your comments and he plucks a piece of fruit from you and eats it.

“So, do you know where you want to go for vacation?” He asks as you take a bite of your sandwich. “Mmm, I was thinking I’d stay home.” Miguel gives you a look. “Amor, why?”

“Because my stuff is there. You’re there. It’s home.”

“No, amor home is where you are. Now why do I have this feeling that you don’t want to leave for vacation because of me?”

You shake your head. “No, that’s not true.” It was in fact true. “Amor, look at me.” You look at the fruit cup as if it had all the secrets in the world. “Miss Valentine.” Miguel said in a soft voice. You look up and sigh.

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen while you’re with me. I would feel guilty if someone got hurt or worse because I have Nueva York’s Spider-man with me.” Miguel leans off of your desk and he gets behind your chair. “You do not have to worry about that. You only need to be concerned with bringing a bathing suit, some comfortable clothes and some sunscreen. Now I hope you don’t mind but I planned something special for you. We will leave tomorrow.”

You don’t argue, if anything you’re thankful to this man. “What did I do to deserve you?” You ask as you look up at him. “You’re just lucky I guess.” He says as he leans down and looks at your desktop. “What are you working on?”

“Mm, I am just writing up some paperwork that needs to be emailed within the next hour.” Miguel slides his hands over your throat and has your head leaning up as he gives you kisses along your jawline. “Mmm, so that means you have some time for me?”

“I always have time for you. But not in my office.” You tell him as you feel his hands roam over your breasts. “What, I was just giving you a shoulder massage.”

“On my breasts?” You point out. “They feel tense.” The both of you chuckle and he kisses your neck. “Amor, you deserve some fun while you’re on the clock. Do you not?” His fingers pinches your nipples gently and you give a nod.

“Miguel if someone walks in that door..” You warn. “Then I’ll handle it, you have a few minutes to spare. Let me have them.” He slides his hands under your blouse and bra and he cups your heavy breasts.

He gets on his knees and you undo you blouse and bra for him. “These, are so beautiful. Una verdadera obra de arte.” He sucks your left breast and you watch as you try to keep quiet. “Mmm do you like when I lick….and suck these beautiful breasts?” He asks as he sucks and licks. “I do, you know I do, Miguel.” He squeezes them and lets his fangs out.

He twirls his tongue across your nipple and he gently traces the veins on your breasts with his fangs.

You take his hand and you sucks his fingers, softly moaning as he locks eyes with you. “Mmm, my fingers are lucky. I wish you could suck something else right now. But I’ll behave. I’ll be good.” He says as he smacks his lips over your other breast.

“Maybe I can do that for you another time.” You say as you sucks his fingers and then let them go under your skirt. Miguel’s eyes dilate to the point where they were milky red.

“You are soaked, mi amor. You shouldn’t let these juices go to waste.” He leans down and he hiked up your skirt up to your waist. He moves your panties to the side and he places your thighs over his shoulders.

“Oh shit.” You moan out as you throw your head back. Miguel grunts as he sucks your lips and you grip his hair. “Baby, just like that.” You whisper as you play with your breasts.

A knock comes to the door and you straighten. “Ju-Just a minute!” You fix yourself and make sure Miguel was under your desk.

You pretend to be typing and your door opens. You grit your teeth because of course Tony would be bothering you. “Hey Tom-Tom.” Tony says as you peek from your desk top. “Hello T-Tony.” You bite your lip because Miguel was going back to eating you out under your desk.

“You look flustered. Or is it because I’m here.” He says with a sly grin. “Oh Tony, wh…what can I help you with?” You can feel Miguel glaring at you as he grips your thighs harder. He gives a nice suck to your clit and you breathe heavy through your nose.

“I was wondering if you were free tonight. Or are you still with that boyfriend of yours?” He says as he picks up the photo strip of you two. “Y..yes I am with hi-mm. Sorry. I’m a bit busy typing em…mails. Can you come back later?” You were gripping Miguel’s hair as he parts your lips and he continues to suck your clit like his life depended on it.

Tony looks at you and you try your best not to let him know what’s going on. He turns away for a second and you quickly hump Miguel’s face and nose.

You cough out a moan and Tony turns back almost catching you. “I guess I can leave you alone Tom-Tom. But just know if you ever want to go out with a real man. I’m here.” You nod, knowing if you speak it’ll be a moan.

He goes to leave but he turns back around. “And another thing.” He needs to fucking leave now! You scream in your head. Miguel lifts the hood of your clit back and this time you just lean your head on your desk because that feels so fucking good.

“Tony! Get out! I have p…p…paperwork!” You snap at him. “Alright I’m gone.” He closes the door shut and you lean back, fucking your boyfriends face under your desk. He looks angry, but he doesn’t stop licking. You lean your head back and bite your bottom lip as you come hard. He sucks up every drop and he gets up from under the desk.

Miguel was angry. Your legs felt like jello and you go to speak but he uses his hand and webs the door close so no one can get in and so you can’t get out.

“You liked that didn’t you? Stand up.” He tells you in a tone you’ve never heard before. You go to stand but it wasn’t fast enough for him. Miguel yanks you up and bends you over your desk. “You liked having that pathetic man watch you get eaten out didn’t you.”

“No I-” He palms your ass and he grinds his erection on you. “Don’t lie. Your pussy clenched. You like being watched don’t you? Well that’s too bad, no other man gets to watch you but me. Do you understand?” He swats your ass and you let out a moan. “Yes, baby.” You answer.

“A real man. He doesn’t know what the fuck a real man is.” He kicks your legs apart and he positions himself until he’s deep inside of you. You grip your desk and look back at him but he pushes your head back down. “No, you don’t get to watch me. Watch the door. If my webbing gives out, you have to be the look out. I bet you’d like it if that son of a bitch walked in watching you get fucked huh? Would you like that? Another man watching? Well that’s too bad, because you’re mine. Tu eres mia.” He holds your hips in place as he pounds into you.

And you take it. You take every inch of him. You let out a moan but Miguel covers your mouth and his lips were against your ear. “Careful, mi corazón. Someone might be outside of that door, listening. They might hear that you’re in your office, fucking Spider-Man. Fuck you just clenched. Oh you little pervert this turns you on.” He pounds and grinds into you and your eyes rolls back. You didn’t stand a chance to last long.

You moan against Miguel’s hand and your legs shake as you start to come. “Mmm, oh no. No hasta que tenga otro gusto.” He pulls out and he gets on his knees, sucking and tongue fucking you until you bite down on your lip and you come. He does one more lazy lick against your clit which makes you flinch.

You hear him get up and he pulls your skirt back down in place. He leans back over so that his lips are against your temple. “I’ll let you get back to those emails. And I think I’ll let Tony know he can’t have you.” He moves quickly and when you turn he was already gone out of the window.

You plop back down into your chair and you fan yourself. “I can’t wait for my vacation.” You say as you take a huge gulp of your juice.

••••

“You should tell me where we’re going.” You ask Miguel as he takes your luggage from you and puts it in his trunk. “Or, I can keep it as a surprise and you just relax.”

“Well then can you tell me what you did to Tony yesterday?” Miguel looks at you and he ignores that question. “Do you have everything?” You nod. “Oh, I don’t have a clue on where we’re going.” Miguel laughs at your comment and he closes the trunk. “Fine, princesa. I’ll give you a hint. The place we are going is going to be warm, the food is going to be flavorful and you will be so relaxed you might not want to come back home.”

“Then, what are we still doing here? Let’s go.” You kiss his cheek and you get into the passenger seat. Miguel shakes his head and he gets in the car.

As he drives you recline your seat back and look out the window. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay, Miguel?” You ask him. “Amor, the city will be here when we get back.”

“I know, I know. How about you humor me so I can relax. Tell me a story.” You look over at Miguel and you hold his hand. He kisses your knuckles and continues to drive. “Hmm, how about a tragic love story?”

“I’ll pass.” You say to him. “Oh come on, amor. It’ll be a good one I promise.”

“Alright, I guess.” Miguel takes a left turn and he was quiet for a moment. You look at him to make sure he was still going to tell the story and he seems to be just breathing.

“In a world much like this one, was a man. A very…cold hearted man. This man was…una bestia. A true monster, or at least that’s how he felt. He became a monster due to his lack of judgment and that started a rage inside of him. He pushed many people away. His family, his lover. He wanted to be alone. Day in and day out he would make sure the people around him were safe. But he would make sure they didn’t get too close to him. He took on the roll to keep the earth, and it’s problems safe. That was a burden he was willing to bare on his own and he was satisfied with that. Being alone…However, that all changed when he met a woman. He saw her for only a second. But that’s all it took. She was undoubtedly breathtaking. But he thought that he didn’t deserve her. So he made sure he stayed away from her. The fates…oh the fates have a funny way on making two people destined to be, still meet. He met her just by chance. He was driving home and as it started to pour down heavy rain he saw the woman waiting at a bus stop. She dropped something. He stopped his car and his legs moved before he even knew what he was doing. She dropped a bottle and it was rolling into the street. He caught it and even in the pouring rain she smiled at him. Causing his heart to beat hard in his chest. He had offered her a ride, and she gladly took it….”

The story was getting really good. So good that in your mind you could picture it.

“…It didn’t take long before he fell in love with her. It didn’t take long for his heart to beat just for her. The cold hearted man’s heart was no longer cold. Everything the man lacked, she made up for it. It was as if she was his heart. But in human form. When he came back after almost losing his life, he knew that she needed more from him. He was terrified about letting her into his other world, what if it was too much? What if it scared her away? But she assured him that if she had him, that they could face anything. And so, he married her. He married the love of his life and soon after they had a child, things were great. Whenever he came back to her he knew he was home….”

You look at Miguel and notice his face looked cold. Even the air in the car gave you goosebumps.

“But good things…beautiful things, they don’t last forever. There was a mission. A mission that only came to be, because two individuals took it upon themselves to disturb the natural order. They were undoing the balance of time to not just their world, but to multiple ones. He had to make sure their world was safe, not just for the people but for his wife and his son. He fought hard, he did his best and in the end it just wasn’t enough. Those two that had caused this problem. They ruined his life. He ran home. He ran to his family only to find his wife standing there with a sad smile. He went to touch her but she couldn’t be reached. She told him he did a good job, that she was proud of him. That she was happy to have him as her husband. He had told her that he could fix this, that they could have things back to the way things were. But she gave him that same smile he saw when they first met. She told him, to come find her. Wherever she is in the universe, she’ll be waiting for him. And like that, she blinked out of existence.” He went silent and you sit there waiting for more of the story but he just drives in silence.

“Miguel, don’t tell me that’s the end of the story? Come on what’s next?” He simply gives you a smile and keeps driving. “Miguel, baby don’t tease me. What happened next? Did he find her? Did he get things back to the way they were before? Please tell me they get their happy ending.” You ask sitting up in your seat. He simply looks at you and kisses your hand again. “How about I tell you the rest later. You go ahead and rest.”

“How am I suppose to rest after you told me a story like that? Okay, you were right that was good.” You lean lean over the back seat and grab a blanket. “I guess I can at least dream up a happy ending.” You say as you lay back in your seat.

“I’m sure you will. I’ll wake you when we get to the airport.” Miguel then turns on the radio and it plays soft jazz. You give a yawn and let your eyes close as your boyfriend drives the car calmly and smoothly.

The story he had told, for some reason it felt like something that could actually happen. But that’s impossible. It was just a story.

Right?

•••

The next morning you were laying in bed next to a sleeping Miguel. He had brought you to Black Coast Island. Which was beautiful.

The waters were clear and blue. The sand was white and warm. Even the locals were friendly. As you let your boyfriend sleep, you sneakily get out of bed and decide to roam the house.

Miguel had managed to rent out a house for the two of you and you wanted to explore it last night but you were too tired.

You face call Erica and she answered on the fifth ring. “Where you at, Miss finally taking a vacation.” Erica asks as you see she’s at work.

“Black Coast Island. Girl look at this.” You flip the camera and show her the back deck. “Oh hello! I didn’t know Miguel had money money. You think if I ask him for twenty dollars he’ll give it to me?”

“Erica, don’t start that.” You laugh and she joins in. “But in all seriousness. I’m happy for you! Have fun and bring me back some shells.”

“I got you.” She looks away from her screen and rolls her eyes. “T let me get off this phone. Mrs Loretta about to make me cuss her out. Mrs Loretta, don’t be rolling your eyes at me. I fight old ladies.” Erica hangs up and you place your phone down on the table in the kitchen.

You decide to make Miguel some breakfast before he wakes up and you search the kitchen. So far you found some eggs, some pancake mix and some Turkey sausage.

“This’ll do.” You get started grabbing a big pan and getting some butter. After a good twenty minutes you hear Miguel yawn. You feel his arms wrap around you and he rests his chin on top of your head. “Buen día, mi amor.”

“Good morning to you, baby. I hope you’re hungry. I made breakfast, and I made you some guava juice.” You hand him a glass and he takes a big gulp of it. “Mmm, this is good. But this is your vacation, shouldn’t you be relaxing?”

You place the last pancake on a plate and turn off the burner. “Miguel you spoil me all the time, let me do this. I’m kind of playing pretend here and playing house wife.”

“Mmm, Mrs Tommie O’Hara. I like the sound of that.” Miguel says as he pulls you onto his lap as he sits. “It does have a nice ring to it right? Now, what is on the itinerary for today?” You ask as you take a sip from his glass.

“Well I was thinking after breakfast, we could do a bit of sight seeing. Explore the beach, relax in the sand. Then later I have a couples massages scheduled and if you’re up for it, a candle light dinner.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to do all of that. Maybe we can even do a little bit of scuba diving?” Miguel nods. “Anything you want, it’s your vacation.” You squeal with joy. “This place is so nice, we have to come back and maybe we can bring friends?”

“Of course, but if we do, I’ll have to sneak away with you to have some private time.” Miguel says as he kisses your neck. “Mmm we will have plenty of private time, Miguel. I’ll make sure of that. Now let’s eat.” You get up from his lap and you go to fix his plate but he stops you.

“You sit. I’ll fix the plates.” You don’t argue, you just sit back down in your chair and wait to be served.

As the two of you eat breakfast, you see Miguel hand you the the butter without asking and you give a light chuckle. “What, amor?”

“It’s nothing. It’s just, sometimes I feel like we’ve done this before. And I don’t mean all the other times we’ve had breakfast together. I mean all of this. It’s almost like we’re a married couple. Or maybe this is all just déjà vu.”

“Déjà vu…right.” Miguel comments as he pours you some more juice. “Baby, I know this is random, but do you ever get the feeling that you and I know each other too well? It’s kind of scary.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, for example. You know that when I crack the ice tray I always eat the small pieces that break off. Erica doesn’t even pick up on that. And we’ve known each other since high school.” Miguel shrugs. “I’m just very observant.”

“And I always know to pass you hot sauce when you eat your eggs…” You pass it automatically as if it’s a reflex to you. “You know I like to eat spicy food. We just understand each other that well better than other couples. Is that so wrong?” You shake your head. “No I guess not. It’s just funny to me. Anyways do you mind if I shower first?”

“Not at all amor. And don’t worry about the dishes. I’ll do them.” You nod and continue eating breakfast together. But there is this nagging feeling in the back of your mind. Something is there. Something that your natural eye isn’t seeing…

You had your rustic orange two piece bikini on and you felt very self conscious about it. It was high on the hips and your cheeks were definitely eating the back, making it look like a thong.

Maybe you should wear a shirt over it. Or a towel?

You step out outside and Miguel was gobsmacked. “Eres la definición de la belleza, a true gem, mi amor. Ay dios mío, let me get a good look at you.” He spun you around and he whistled. Whatever doubts you had wearing the bikini definitely went away as he stared.

“Thank you, baby.” You get on your tippy toes and you give him a kiss on the lips. “De nada, amor. Shall we go?” You take his hand and you two were off to do your first activity.

As the two of you explore the town, you notice a lot of women staring at Miguel. Which isn’t hard to believe. He was a very beautiful man. It gave you a sense of pride, because he was yours.

“I think this would look beautiful on you.” Miguel says as he points to a netted dress. “I don’t know, it has a lot of holes, and it looks like it won’t fit.”

“It’ll fit you. And if you’re that worried, I’ll gladly take it off of you.” He whispers against your ear. A giggle escapes your lips. “Miguel, behave.” You tell him jokingly. “I will for you. But I’m buying you that dress. I’ll be right back.” You try to stop him but it’s too late. He was already walking into the store. You follow after him and you see two men standing off looking at post cards.

One of them sees you and taps his friend so he can look at you. Instantly you feel uncomfortable.

One of them starts to walk your way and you turn. “Where are you going, jolie fille?” The other man says, catching you off guard. “I was just looking for my boyfriend.”

“Well look no further little lady. My my you are ravishing. Isn’t she Jon?”

“She is. With a body like that, I would never let you out of the house. You’d be on your back making me some fine strapping boys.”

Your skin crawls hearing those compliments. “No thank you. Now please mo-”

“We just want a conversation. Right Eddie?”

“Right. But I want more than a conversation. Tell me, what does your inner thigh taste like?” He goes to reach for you but he gets a surprise when Miguel grabs his arm and pops it out of its socket. “I believe the lady was going to tell you to to fucking move.”

“Hey, we don’t mean no harm, sir.” Jon stammers as he helps his friend. “No, you meant to make my girlfriend uncomfortable. If she wants to wear this or anything that is her choice. You’re lucky you even get to look in her direction. But that’s all you get. Now if you ever decide you want to act on those disgusting comments, to her or to any woman while I am here. You two will be outlined by chalk. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y..yes sir! Eddie come on.” They run out of the store and Miguel watches them leave. As soon as they are a far enough distance, Miguel looks at you and caresses your face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Thank you.” He hands you a bag and sure enough he had bought the dress for you. “Thank you, Miguel.”

“You’re welcome, amor. Now let’s bring this back to the house and then we can go to the beach.”

After a quick run to the house, you two were on the beach. You were putting sunscreen on Miguel’s back and he was enjoying it. “Amor, you missed a spot.” You look him over. “Where?”

“Right here.” He points to his lips and you roll your eyes but you lean over and kiss him. “You big baby.” You say smiling into the kiss. “Mmm, I’m your big baby.”

You dust off your hands and you stand up. “The water looks so pretty, it’s like staring at tiny diamonds.” Miguel stands up beside you and he takes your hand. “Let’s go swim.” As you see a few of the locals playing by the water and by the shore, you notice Miguel bringing you somewhere secluded.

“Miguel where are you taking me?” He doesn’t answer, he just continues walking. You go to ask again but he turns to you and points. You two climb on some rocks and you crouch down. “Oh my goodness! This is pretty!”

Miguel had brought you over to see a small school of fish swimming around. You sit down, letting your toes into the water, but careful not to scare the fish. One of them swims up to you and it swims over your toes.

You laugh like a child and Miguel sits right behind you. “How did you know about this spot?” You ask turning to him slightly. “I have my ways. Now those fish, are called heart fish. They say when they find a mate, they stay together forever.” You peek over at them and one of the pink and red fish happens to have a spot on them shaped like a heart. “I’m naming that one, Nemo.” You point.

“Why Nemo?” He asks. “Because I like the name. It can be for a boy or a girl, at least in my opinion.” Miguel then points. “Well then I’m naming that one flounder.” You laugh. “Like from the little mermaid? Baby you can’t name that fish that. It’s not a flounder fish.”

“If you can name your fish Nemo, then I can name my flounder.” He takes a hold of your lips and kisses them. “You are too much.” You joke as you kiss him back. You look back at the water and Miguel scoots a bit. “Do you want to swim with them?”

“Won’t we scare them off?” He shrugs. “Doesn’t hurt to find out and see.” He tackles you into the water and you hold your breathe. When you finally come up for air you look for Miguel. “Miguel? You’re going to regret that!” You look around and still there was no sign of him. “Miguel? This isn’t funny.” You start to worry until he pops up in front of you.

“Te asuste?” He asks with a devilish grin on his face. “Oh no, you didn’t scare me. In fact I think you look a bit thirsty, here have a drink!” You push his head under the water and you try to get away from him. But he was faster. He had webbed you close and dragged you back to him.

“Where do you think you’re going, amor? I will always find you.” He says as he pulls you close. “You promise?” You ask as you throw your arms around his neck. “Yes, always.” He rests his head against yours and you look at his hazel eyes.

“You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen on a man.” You compliment. He gives you a shy smile. “Gracias amor. I got them from my mother.”

“What was she like?” You ask. It’s very rare he mentions his parents. So when moments like this happens you make sure to catch them.

“She is a strong woman. Especially after being with my father. She was quiet but when she entered a room, people took notice. You’ll like her. Maybe in the next couple of months I’ll introduce you two.”

“I’d like that.” Miguel and you start swimming back to shore but he pulls you father away from more people.

When you two get on land, he helps you get on the rocks and he looks at a cave. “Want to go see what’s inside of there?” He asks. “Sure, but if bats start flying out of there, we’re leaving immediately.” He laughs and he takes your hand as you two enter.

The caves only light source was the entrance, so you two were careful where to go. “Amor, look up.” You do and you see pretty shiny crystals. “Those are beautiful, do you think they shine brighter in the sun?”

“I can check for you.” Miguel goes to reach for one but you stop him. “Don’t, I want to remember it like this.” You take another step and crouch down when you see a piece of the crystal on the ground in a few pieces. “Look!” You hold it up in the light and the crystal gives off a rainbow hue. You look at Miguel expecting him to be looking at the hue but he’s just looking at you.

“How is it that you can make even a broken crystal look like one of the seven wonders of the world by just holding it?” Miguel says as he lifts you up. Your face warms and he searches your face. “You know you say a lot to make a girl feel butterflies.”

“Well you bring out the best in me, amor.” He leans you against the cave wall and you drop the crystal as you pull him in for a kiss.

“Mmm, I am starving.” Miguel says against your lips. “Then let’s go back.” You start to go but he pins you back against the wall. “Who says I’m hungry for food?” Even in the semi dark, Miguel’s eyes seem to give off a reddish glow.

“Miguel what if someone finds us?” You ask looking at the cave entrance. “Then we shouldn’t waste any time now should we?” He pulls you down so that you’re on top of him and he unties your bikini top.

“Why don’t you, sit on my face and feed me?” He asks. The cool cave air felt good on your breasts and you look down at Miguel. “When you say sit you want me to hover or-”

“I want to you to sit on my face. Put all of your weight down and let me eat your pussy till your juices cover my face. If I can’t breathe then that’s on me. Now sit.” He commands. You untie your bottoms and you hover over his mouth.

“Are you su-” Miguel grabs you by the waist and he plants you directly onto his mouth. He wastes no time as he buries his face into your pussy. You feel his nose grind into you as well and you lean forward placing your hands on his chest.

He palms your ass apart and he laps up your center. “Oh shit.” You moan out causing an echo in the cave. You see Miguel was getting hard under his swim trunks and you push them down with a bit of his help.

He has a glistening pearl of pre on the tip and you lick it, rolling your tongue on the head. You hear Miguel grunt as he grips your ass and he pulls you down so you can ride his face deeper.

You suck and moan causing Miguel to moan because your throat tightens from moaning. “Mi dulce chica, so sweet so fucking sweet.” Miguel starts to buck his hips and you gag a little on the tip. But you don’t stop. You start to move your hips and arch your back as Miguel slaps and grips your ass.

You bounce a little on his mouth as he bucks his hips and fucks your throat. You moan and let his dick out of your mouth and you moan you’re going to come. Miguel lifts you up and he stands up. He lifts you up and presses you against the wall and he holds you up by your legs.

You grab onto his shoulder and he slides in deep. You lean your head back and Miguel buried his face into your neck, grunting and groaning for you to come on his dick.

He leans back and you look down, watching his dick go in and out of you. “You see that? You see that bulge, amor?”

“Yes, yes I do.” You cling to him as he does grips your thighs. You don’t even say it, he feels you coming and he follows soon after. He lets your legs go but he keeps you upright to stand. “I don’t want to rush, but our massages are in fifteen minutes.” Miguel says as he breathes heavily. You let out a laugh and lean against him.

“Well we’re showing up late, because I need a shower, and so do you.” He agrees and he helps you get your bikini back on. “I think this is going to be a memorable vacation for us, amor.”

“If everyday is going to be like this one, then it definitely will…”

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Cabin Trip

(this gif is Wanda totally looking at Vampire Readers' fangs)

sequel to Vampire Things

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dark master list

Marvel AU (Vampire Female Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: Wanda and you take a trip to a lake house, but what happens when you get an unexpected four-legged guest?

Word Count: 4.3K

Content: Blood, Hydra Mentions

"Babe... do you wanna wake up?"

You smiled at the soft tenderness coming from Wanda's lips. You heard her chuckle as you shook your head and covered yourself in the blanket.

"Come on, Detka..."

She tried again while pulling the blanket down. Or trying to. Your grip on it was much stronger than Wanda's, and she always failed to remember that in training, you never use your full strength. Your enhanced ability was unfair sometimes.

But right now, to catch some extra sleep, you'd show your fangs if you had to.

To anyone else...

To Wanda, it would only turn her on.

"Hey!" Wanda exclaimed as she let go of the blanket, causing you to grin. "It would not!"

"It so would!" You replied with your morning voice before you cleared your throat and rose from the bed. "Don't lie, sweetheart. You love my fangs. Everyone knows it." You leaned forward with sleep in your eyes and lips puckered, waiting for a kiss.

Wanda gladly kissed you before pulling back. "What do you mean everyone knows?" You rubbed your eyes and pretended not to hear your girlfriend. "What time is it?"

"Y/N, what do you mean everyone knows?"

You leaned back to your end table and lifted up your phone. 7:34 am. "Wanda!" You whined, ignoring her again. "We've been dating for over a year. I thought we agreed on no wake-ups before 8!" You dropped your phone as you flopped back onto the bed. Getting comfortable.

"Y/N what-"

"You scratch and crane your neck."

Wanda looks at your laying positioned, confused. You don't have to even look at Wanda to know that's she's pursing her lip in thought, trying to come up with a lie or a reason that disproves what everyone already knows.

"Trust me, babe." You lean up onto your elbows in your grey Avengers t-shirt and smile at Wanda. "It's cute, but when you do it every time my fangs are out and... people start to notice."

Your mind briefly reminds you of the time Sam cornered you and asked you how many times you used that move on the ladies.

When you didn't know what he was talking about, he then asked if you were using some Vampire magic to make Wanda react the way she was, but once again, you looked at him with confusion, forcing him to sigh and give up.

"They do?" She questioned in a hushed tone. "They do." You replied with some amount of care, not knowing whether Wanda was hurt or not.

She wasn't.

"Well, I can't help it if my girlfriend is a smoking hot vampire!" She looks at you with big eyes and a big smile. Leaning closer and closer. Wanda knows what she's doing. "You just want me to get up, don't you?"

"Is it working?"

It was.

You sighed and leaned up all the way to kiss Wanda before planting another one and another as your lips moved further down. "This isn't why I woke you up." Wanda struggled to say. "But it's more fun. Isn't it?" You replied, cocky as ever as you drugged your left fang down her soft neck.

However, Wanda was determined. She allowed one more kiss before moving away with blushed cheeks and a smile; she got up and went to her vanity mirror. Double checking her hair and neck... no markings this time.

But you figured that would change, especially since you saw Wanda in her complete outfit.

A red sundress with a floral print pattern and white vans that you knew she was wearing because you gifted them to her.

But deep down, you knew she'd change into her birks or boots soon enough.

You got up off the bed and made your way to stand behind Wanda as she looked up at you in the mirror. "Something on your mind, or shall I read it?" You raised an eyebrow at Wanda's words.

"You know I'm not so shy anymore, Wans. Maybe I want you to read it. See what we could be doing."

Wanda bit her bottom lip before shaking her head as she looked away. She lost the battle but remained strong. She turned around and looked up at you. "We could do that now or save for later at the cabin."

Your smile quickly went away as your face grew confused. "Cabin?" Wanda nodded her head. "Cabin." She repeated. "For us?" She nodded again. "I figured it would be fun. We don't have a mission until next week."

Wanda got up from her chair before standing up onto it. Now, you looked up at her as she looked down at you with a smile. Her green eyes shining bright. "It'll be fun." You wrapped your arms around her lower back. Being very mindful of where your hands were at.

"It's near a lake. Which I know you don't like to swim, but maybe I could convince you." You tilted your head as you smiled, looking at Wanda. "Oh yeah?" She nodded. "The cabin has a hot tub..." She leaned down as you lifted your chin above her breast. "We'll be alone, and who knows.. what.. could.. happen." Wanda lightly bit your neck as her breath touched your ear.

You could feel your own heartbeat pump faster as Wanda moved her head and planted her pink lips on your own. "When do we leave?" You whispered into the small amount of room separating the two of you. "Get dressed and packed, and we'll be gone, baby."

You kissed Wanda and gave her butt a little tap before getting packed in record time.

Of course, by the time Wanda double-checked everything you packed, you were ready to go.

_

"You never had s'mores?"

You shook your head as Wanda grabbed a bag of marshmallows. She gave you a look and moved her hand up and down your back as she placed the fluffy treats into the cart.

It was times like these when Wanda was reminded about how much Hydra took from you. From Wanda as well, but whereas Wanda was immediately given a culture shock after joining the Avengers, you were more slow in your progress.

So when Wanda casually mentioned the first time Pietro tried to make s'mores with Steve and Sam but ended up burning the roof of his mouth, you had no idea what she meant.

It did make you sad. You weren't going to lie. Not experiencing something as simple as a s'more until your girlfriend made damn sure of it was a little embarrassing. But you knew that deep down it was alright.

Plus, the soft touch of Wanda's hand gliding itself up and down your shirt was a level of comfort no one else would ever experience.

"What else do we need?" You stopped the cart off the side and looked at the list in Wanda's hand.

According to the GPS in Wanda's car, you two were twenty minutes away from the cabin as you passed through a small town. Wanda figured the cabin she was renting wouldn't be stocked with anything, so here you two were. In a market, shopping for things like s'mores and whatever else Wanda wanted to make.

It was very domestic. Something you and Wanda never thought you would have. But now that it was here. You both couldn't imagine life without the other.

Wanda looked up at you and smiled. "I love you."

Your eyes went from the list to Wanda's green eyes. "I love you too." Your smile grew wide as you quickly gave Wanda a peck.

"Chicken." Wanda then said. Huh? "Chicken?" Wanda nodded and took the lead as she started moving the cart. "I just remembered the cabin has a grill. We can make Chicken- oh shoot, we need spices too!" Wanda then turned the corner, leaving you standing in the aisle.

Yep. You couldn't imagine your life without her.

_

"It's beautiful, Wanda!"

You and Wanda set the last of the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter. The place fitted the vibe of you, Wanda, perfectly. It was a two-story modern wood cabin. It had a fireplace in the sunken in living room. The place had four rooms. Making you question why Wanda would pick such a spacious place, but when you really took a look at the kitchen, you understood. Stainless steel appliances. A long kitchen island. It had a bar set up and a drink cart along a wall. It had one of those fridges where you could look inside without opening the door. As well as a bunch of other stuff you never understood.

But watching Wanda get excited as she unloaded the groceries made you smile.

You made your way to the sliding glass back door and looked out to see the fire pit and grill Wanda was talking about. You tuned your head and saw the hot tub as well. All of it was surrounded by foliage and designed beautifully with stone in the landscape. The backyard then backed up to a wooded area with a walkway down to the lake that you could see from the upstairs bedroom.

"Thank you for this." You wrapped your arms around the front of Wanda as she stopped organizing the spices. "I figured we both needed it." You nodded and kissed the side of her face. "Have I ever told you that you're the smartest Avenger?" Wanda shook her head and smiled. "Don't have to tell me something I already know." That made the two of you laugh before she turned her head and kissed you. "Let me finish here, and then we can take a walk to the lake. How does that sound?"

"Perfect."

_

"I can't believe how cold the water is!"

You look at Wanda in her dress, carrying her Birkenstocks with her feet covered in sand.

"No one told you to put your feet in Wans." You said with a smile, knowing you'd get a reaction. "I tripped, and you know that!" You raised your eyebrows and made a face. "So the smartest Avenger is the clumsiest?" Wanda playfully glares at you. "I could use my powers and have you above the lake in two seconds."

You nod. "Yeah, but what good is-"

You stop dead in your tracks and turned back to Wanda. "Did you hear that?" Wanda looks at you and then around the wooded area. "Hear what?" She thinks you're joking, but her smile fades when she sees your face.

You turn your body as you hear the noise again.

"Babe?" Wanda asks, but you ignore her as you tune your ears to locate where the crying is coming from. "It's this way." You point your finger in a direction off the trail. "Okay..." Wanda looks at you. "What is it?"

She starts putting her shoes back on while she thinks about how she should've grabbed her boots.

But who brings boots to the lake?

"I'm not sure what it is... but it's small and hurt." Wanda nods and puts on a determined look. "Let's go." She lets you lead the way as you step off the trail through the woods.

After a few minutes of searching, Wanda speaks up. "This would probably be easier if you could turn into a bat." You playfully roll your eyes. "That's your answer to your everything. You and Pietro's." You laugh, making your girlfriend laugh. "You know, technically, he's older than me."

You nodded. You knew.

Pietro always made a point to tell you.

Wanda was about to ask you how close you two were when you stopped.

Blood.

You smelt it in the air and closed your eyes. "It's not far." You said as you opened your eyes. Wanda grabbed your hand as you took a step forward. "Y/N." You looked back and stopped your movement. She looked from your eyes to your mouth.

The sharp intake of her breath and the crane of her neck was all you both needed to know. "Your fangs..." She whispered. "Blood?" You nodded, and Wanda nodded back before moving in front of you. Keeping her grip on your hand. "Tell me where to go."

Wanda knew that no matter how much blood there was, you'd smell it. That's not why she got in front of you. She got in front of you because she didn't want you to do something you'd regret if the blood loss was a gracious amount. She had trust in you a hundred percent, but taking chances wasn't something she wanted to do right now.

"Thanks." You said to Wanda, who reminded you that she loved you with three hand squeezes. "It's not far. Straight ahead."

You two didn't get much further when you heard the cries. They were soft and low. Like what was hurt was tired. "Oh my gosh!" Wanda let go of your hand and ran towards the scene. A small white-haired Jack Russell terrier was lying on its side as its leg was stuck in a trap. It looked like a bear trap, but it was too small, confusing you. Your eyes immediately found the blood that turned the white hair on the poor dog red.

Wanda bent down in front of the dog that yelped in surprise before wagging its tail. "It's okay. We're here to help." Wanda pouted and wore a sad face as she looked over the dog. You moved closer and bent down behind the dog near its injured leg.

"There's no collar."

You looked up at Wanda as she gently touched the dog's fur near its neck. "He's dirty, too." You nodded. "Looks like a stray." Wanda nodded and felt sorry for the dog as it cried again. "I'll hold him. You get the trap."

You listened to your girlfriend and lowered your hands down to the end of the trap. "

The lever to release the springs is gone..?"

"I can use my powers," Wanda suggested, but you shook your head and, without wasting another second, wrapped your fingers around the jaws of the trapped and pulled them down hard. Causing the trap to break in two as if it were plastic.

The dog, free from the trap, tried to jump up to run but fell as its back leg pained it too much. It cried as Wanda didn't let go of the dog. "I'm sorry." She said as she pulled it by its neck closer to her. "You're hurt. We can't let you go." She hushed the dog and made an aww noise. You smiled at the sight of your beautiful girlfriend with the dog as you smashed up the rest of the stupid trap to take with you to dispose of.

"We should go." You smiled at Wanda as she refused to let go of the dog. The two of you and your new friend found your way back to the trail and to the house without another incident.

_

"You're bleeding!"

Wanda sounded shocked as you returned with a beach towel. "Huh?" You looked down where Wanda was looking and found a trail of blood on your right hand, past your pinkie. You didn't remember being cut or anything on your walk back... You lifted your hand up to your nose.

"It's not mine." You said as you handed Wanda the towel. "Aww, is it this poor guys?" Wanda made an adorable face as she calmly wrapped the towel around the dog's leg.

"Any luck finding medical supplies?" Wanda asked where her attention finally came back to you.

You shook your head. "They have some things but nothing for dogs. Is there much of a difference, though?" You asked. "I mean, I'm a vampire, and I take human drugs and use sanitizing wipes."

Wanda tilted her head, not as amused as you had hoped.

"I can go to the store." You quickly corrected. Wanda nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Detka." You walked past your girlfriend and went to the kitchen island to grab her car keys. You sigh. Still flummoxed. "What kind of Veterinary Clinic is closed on Saturdays? It makes no sense."

Wanda shrugged. "I agree, but all we can do is the best we can right now. We're just lucky I ran my hand over his stomach to know that he's not chipped." You nodded, knowing she was right.

"Well, the supplies that they do have are sitting on the counter in our giant primary bathroom. You can try bathing him, and by that point, I should be back with some bandages." Wanda nodded and agreed. "Okay, I'll do that." She then looked at the dog in her arms. "Do you want a bath?" The dogs' ears perked up and looked from Wanda to you.

"I don't think he likes the B word." You said.

"Bath?" Wanda asked, completely serious, making you laugh when the dog pleaded at you to not let this happen. "Yes, Wanda. B-A-T-H." 

That's when Wanda understood and made an ah noise.

"Okay, noted. Won't use that word." You laughed and leaned into the witch and gave her a kiss before looking at the white dog. "Be good. I'll be back."

_

Your trip to town was uneventful compared to what Wanda must've gone through when you were gone.

As you pulled up to the rental cabin, everything was normal, but once you opened the front door, you saw how much had happened.

"Babe?" You carefully called out as you walked past a trail of slightly wet paw prints coming from the upstairs hall. You lightly moved the bag of dog food around on your shoulder as your grip on the local pet store bag in your hand tightened. "Wanda?"

You knew she was here. You could smell her.

"Detka!" You used her pet name for you in hopes that she would appear, but still nothing. As you stepped into the kitchen and placed the dog supplies on the island, you looked at the living room and saw a pillow torn up with feathers everywhere. Your eyes then landed on the floor, and you saw broken glass as well as a pair of Wanda's underwear—her maroon-colored panties. A pair you loved to see on her now sat chewed up on the floor.

You had to laugh.

Usually, that would only happen because of you.

"Babe?" You called out through a chuckle. That's when your ears heard Wanda. You followed the noise, and your feet moved you to where you needed to be.

Out the back door, you saw Wanda, now dressed in sweats, chasing the dog around the fire pit with what appeared to be a small box in its mouth.

You're not sure how long Wanda and the dog had been at this, but you guessed it must've been far too long because you watched as the dog stopped its movement as a hue of red surrounded the dog.

The box in its mouth disappeared. You're unsure where it went, but it must've been important.

Your eyes remained on the dog as it was raised into the air by Wanda. She gave the dog a stern talking too that you were very familiar with before she grabbed it and started walking towards the house.

When Wanda entered, you acted as if you had just come back home. Placing the bag of dog food on the counter. "Hey, where were you? I called, and no one answered." You asked with an innocent smile. One Wanda didn't see past as she was busy holding the white-haired troublemaker.

"Outside. Chasing this one." She held the dog by its stomach out to you. You noticed its injured leg looked better, especially after the bath, but still needed to be wrapped. "I learned that dogs get hyper after a bath."

"Oh?" You question as you now held the dog while Wanda fetched the bandages. "Yep. The bat- the B-A-T-H was fine! Great even. He sat in the tub and was very nice. Shocking considering some stories I saw online." You nodded as Wanda started recounting her time in your absence.

"He was dried as best as he could be sitting on the bedroom floor, and I grabbed some clothes to change into." She gestures to her grey sweat suit that she loves so much. "And I guess I left the suitcase open because when I came out of the bathroom. He had two things in his mouth." She finishes wrapping his leg and gives the dog some pets before looking for a broom to sweep up the broken glass on the floor as you follow—dog in arms.

"One. My underwear!" She bends down and holds the pair in front of you with a flat, sad smile. "And two yo- my ring box! Box of my rings! From years ago." She stumbles over her words, not facing you in the slightest.

Wanda was probably so stressed, you think.

Wanda does her best to hide her panicked face. Choosing to sweep the floor and keep her head low as she moves on with the story.

"Anyways. I go to grab them from him, and he just takes off running. From down the stairs, he turns down this hallway. I trip over my feet, trying to chase him. I hit this frame, and it comes falling to the floor. I scare the panties out of his mouth. But he apparently liked that pillow a little too much because by the time I looked up from the broken glass, feathers were in the air. And he's gone out the back door!!" Wanda waves her hands in the air, sending feathers flying out of her dustpan.

"I'm sorry, love." You do your best to hide your smile, but Wanda sees it. "It's not funny!" A feather lands on her nose as she pouts. "I'm serious!" Wanda makes her face frown even more, and you almost fall for it until you see her crack. She smiles at you, and you two laugh. "And then what happened?" You ask, knowing damn well what happened.

"I chased him around the fit pit until I remembered about my damn powers!" Wanda emphasizes her point by using her powers to clean up the rest of the mess left by the dog in your arms. "And what about the box of rings?"

"Huh?!" Wanda turns to you with a slight panic across her face as she puts the broom and dustpan away.

"The box of rings. You said Bolt had them?"

"Oh-h.. I- wait.. Bolt?" Wanda looks at you with her head tilted in confusion. "Bolt." You said as you held up the now sleepy dog in your arms. Wanda laughs. "That's definitely not his name."

"Why not?" You whine. "According to your story, you couldn't catch him. Kinda like he.. bolted.." You lifted your eyebrows as your joke doesn't exactly land. "No." Is all she says as she finds a bowl and starts dumping his fresh kibble into it.

"Fine. What do you suggest?" You ask, to which Wanda shakes her head. "How about dog." Wanda-"

"Y/N, we can't keep it!"

You sigh in defeat.

"I know." You moved the dog up closer to Wanda's face. "But isn't he so cute?"

Wanda did her best to look away, knowing that any more contact and interaction with this dog would make her harder. But when the unarmed four-legged creature sniffed Wanda's ear and made her laugh.

It was soon over.

"Y/N.." She looked past the dog and up to your big eyes.

Wanda never would've guessed that you wanted a dog, but your thoughts were loud in this moment. She didn't have to read them. She could sense the amount of guilt that you would feel if you two left the dog. How lonely it could be. In your mind, the dog sat in a cage where you sat before the Avengers showed up.

"Detka.." Wanda reached her hand up and started petting the neck of the dog. "Taking care of a living thing is a big responsibility.. dogs need food, exercise, training." Wanda looked at the puppy dog's eyes. "And belly rubs and cuddles! And kisses between his little ears!"

The battle was over.

Wanda leaned in and kissed the dog on his little forehead and smiled with joy. "Oh gosh, he is so cute!"

"Yes, he is." You agreed to a statement you would never make about a man.

"So, thoughts?" Wanda looked up and bit her lip with a smile. "Okay, fine, we can keep him." You laughed. "I meant thoughts about a name."

"Flash?"

"No."

"White Lighting."

"No!"

"Spot?"

"But he has no spots?"

"Yes, it's ironic."

"No."

"Quicksilver?"

"Y/N!"

"Okay, sorry."

After a few more minutes of back and forth as, the dog ate his kibble and drank his water, he shook, causing a droplet of water to land into an outlet near the floor. Quick as a flash, a bolt of light came out of the socket.

"How about Sparky?"

You looked at Wanda to see if she was joking, but when she tilted her head with a smile, you agreed. "Perfect." You called Sparky over, and he did his best to trot on over to the two of you as if he had known you forever.

"Have I ever told you that you're the smartest Avenger?"

"Once or twice."

"Well, let's make sure I do it more often." Wanda leaned in and kissed you on your lips, but moved away before the fangs came out.

"We can do something about that later," Wanda spoke to you in a hushed tone as she covered Sparky's ears. The less the dog knew, the better.

Which was quite funny when you thought about it.

Because a couple of months later, when Wanda took you on another surprise trip, you accidentally found the same box Sparky had in his mouth that day at the cabin.

You didn't open it.

However, Wanda did when she got down on one knee and asked for your hand in marriage at dinner that night.

The date is set.

Pietro is bummed, Sparky is your best man.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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