#oh and I need to put details on the wings too

[selineram3421]

*stares at phone after watching all of Hazbin Hotel* I gotta try something.

Accidentally In Love

Prologue

Alastor X Exorcist Reader

Warning ⚠

⚠ Fem Reader, mention of cutting wings, mention of abuse, Angel being Angel. ⚠

You had missed your sister Vaggie.

Being the closest to her out of all of your sisters, of course you would be a target.

Adam had used you as a punching bag whenever he could, just to feel better about her betrayal.

Two years went by, you had dealt with all the abuse you could before leaving down to Hell yourself. Feeling broken, you cut off your own wings, tossing them away into a random dumpster.

It was extermination day and you saw all of the chaos you and your sisters had caused. Now you can see why she left.

"Heaven is overrated.", you laughed, wiping away your tears.

"Now that's how you wear a smile!"

Gasping, you went on the defensive, eyes darting everywhere until you spotted a demon in red.

"None of that dear, I am not here to fight."

The demon remained in the shadows but you could see his smile. His eyes glowing red radio dials.

"I'd like to offer shelter and protection."

"What do you want.", you tightened your hold on your spear.

Yes you were in Hell, but even in Heaven there were those who had other intentions behind a smile.

"Nothing too serious.", the demon said. "Just to have you by my side until I say the word for you to leave."

"All the details.", you demanded and pointed your weapon at them. "I'm not stupid."

"And yet here you are standing in Hell."

"By choice!", you scowled.

"Oh? How interesting."

You let out a yelp when something dragged you into the shadows towards the demon. Using your angelic weapon, you stabbed at it and it released you, but it was too late.

You were already in the darkness with them.

"Apologies but I'd like to talk about this elsewhere.", the demon held out their hand to you. "Come and we'll discuss the details."

Looking up at the demon, you saw that he had a strained smile.

"I think you need me more than you let on.", you said but placed your hand on his. "I think I deserve to get more with what you're asking of me."

From then on you stayed with the Radio Demon, Alastor.

Currently he was off on business but when spotting you he had to get closer to the edge. You being someone who might be of use to him in his current predicament.

You pointed out that you didn't need to be around him all the time and put down that you would travel around Hell to find someone.

"And this someone is?"

"None of your business. Your deal is with me."

After a year of searching you found her.

She was with the Princess of Hell and was ok, she even grew her hair out.

You went with the deer demon to the hotel and stayed silent for the most part. Not used to being around so many living demons unless it was to get rid of them.

Alastor had put on a show of being all powerful while you just waited to talk to your sister. After all of the deer's shenanigans, you finally got the time to walk up to her.

"Vaggie?", you spoke up.

She looked surprised and then she frowned.

"What are you doing here!?", she whispered and dragged you away from the others.

After making sure no one else was around, she sighed and looked back to you.

"Explain. NOW."

"I left Heaven.", you stated.

"Well no shit. You're here.", she placed her hands on her hips. "I'm asking why. What happened? Why are you here? With the Radio Demon of all sinners. I'm not going back."

"I'm not here to take you back.", you quickly put a stop to her concerns. "I'm here to stay with you. I-. Heaven..", you looked away and hugged yourself. "You know I was the quiet one.."

Vaggie looked at you worried and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"What did they do to you?", she asked in a hushed tone.

"Adam..our sisters.", you couldn't look her in the eye and stared down at your feet. "Look. I cut my wings to stay here and find you. It wasn't right what they did and I'm not going back to that place.", you said firmly. "It wasn't worth you."

Your sister sighed and pulled you into a hug.

"Let's catch up later.", she said and held your hand, taking you back towards the others. "I want to introduce you to someone special."

"Is it the Princess? I already met her when coming in.", you said.

"I want to introduce you as my family and well..", she stopped just before going into the lobby, looking out and staring at the blonde. "I haven't told her..who-what I am. Please don't mention anything until I have the courage to tell her."

"Vaggie..", you squeezed her hand. "If you really want a good relationship with her then tell her. Sooner than later."

"I know.", she sighed. "I just need a little more time."

You backed more into the shadows after spotting Alastor looking around the room.

"Vaggie. I have to tell you something.", you said and got your sibling's attention. "I made a deal with Alastor, and before you yell. No. Not for my soul.", you said quickly. "I'm just acting like a bodyguard for a bit but he knows what I am."

"What!", she whisper shouted.

You patted her shoulders to calm her down. "I'll make sure he doesn't say a thing."

She looked over to the red dressed demon with a glare before accepting. "Fine. But you better be careful, I don't trust anyone other than Charlie."

"I will.", you smiled. "Now, officially introduce me to the Princess!"

With a roll of her eyes, she smiled back and dragged you over to the heir of Hell.

"Charlie! I have someone you need to meet."

The Princess turned and spotted you both.

"Oh, hello again.", she waved. "I've already met them Vaggie, what do you mean?", she asked.

"Not entirely.", she stood in the middle and let go of your hand. "Charlie, this is my sister.", she gestured to you.

Charlie gasped and held her face in surprise, eyes sparkling wide.

Vaggie said your name and then held the Princess close. "This is my girlfriend."

It was your turn to gasp in surprise.

"You hooked up with the Princess!?", you covered your mouth after noticing how loud you said that. "Sorry, I didn't mean that in a bad way. I mean that in total excitement. I'm happy for you and glad that you're happy."

The spider demon, that was named Angel Dust, got closer to look you up and down.

"Is there something wrong?", you questioned.

"You've got bigger boobs."

You blushed and hid your chest.

"Angel!", your sister whacked the spider.

"Ow! What!? Its true!"

Alastor walked over and also hit the spider. "You don't make such comments on a lady's body."

"I'm just saying they've got a nice rack, they got the betta genes!", the spider said before getting another hit from both of them again. "Ow!"

"Ignore him.", your sister turned you away and guided you towards the stairs. "Let's go find you a room."

You were happy to have found your sister.

Of course Alastor still needed to be kept quiet and you'd have to make sure to go over your deal with him.

Maybe you could persuade him somehow.

This went off the rails a bit but yeah.

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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[kurosstuff]

Lute x fallen angel! Reader: Fallen

Short fic- tell me what you think! Hope you all enjoy it-!

Summary" lute SHOULD hate you. But. How can she?

HEAVY SPOILERS MENTIONED LIKE AKL OVER(in this like one?) IDK PLEASE. ALL HAZBIN FICS I WRITE ARENT SPOILER FREE UNLESS I STATE THAT IT IS. YOUVE BEEN WARNED

Warning(s): blood/fights, love at first sight, maybe ooc lute? Idk yoy tell me I never wrote her, heartbreak, also from my knowledge? Wing movements(from birds please correct me on the info if I do it wrong I do not own birds) in denial, Adam and his vulgur language

Ngl I love lute-

Lute a cruel sadistic woman. Odd place for a woman in heaven. But given her status as the leader of the executioners. The one who leads the battles against those vile sinners. Who trains the angels picked to fight herself. The woman second in command to Adam himself.

It's a fitting role.

Never in a million years(and she HAS been around for that long. Or so she lost track of such a useless thing) would she? A ruthless exterminator encounter this thing other fully pure angels speak of.

Love

Why would she? Lute is a fighter. A warrior. The one who Adam HIMSELF entrusts his life too. Why would she fall for anyone? She doesn't even know if she CAN feel such a thing.

But as always- Life(or afterlife?) Is full of surprises. She was well aware of a new angel coming in. Recently passed in some horrific accident she doesn't care for the details just knows- need to pick them apart see if their ruthless enough to fight. But the second she went into the room her eyes widden- an odd feeling in her chest as If her heart- her cold heart was heating up.

"Hello~ are you uh Lute?" You asked shyly- which given the situation even the most outgoing would be just as shy. She blinked, glad for the mask to hide the flushed expression - the confusion on it.

Clearing her throat, she nods slowly, ensuring you saw "I am. Welcome to Heaven, " she greeted uncharacteristically polite- gentle. If you were to be mistaken, she ignored the odd look Adam gave her, looking at the name tag, even your name is pretty- she blinked.

What?

She did NOT just think that. She did NOT Find you pretty. Gorgeous. She does NOT notice how your eyes sparkle how friendly your smile is as you both talked. She most certainly doesn't notice how your wings are the single most gorgeous pair she's ever seen. How white it is- signaling how pure you are. How the gold etched into it- putting to shame her grey and black wings- smiling soft behind her mask. How how she wishes to touch the- she stops she will NOT think that

-

It became as clear as day to her and anyone else. Lute? Is inlove. And not just anyone. The new angel- the kind soul who? Adam states follows her around like a lost puppy or in Adam's kind words "Hey look. It's lutes bitch!" Oh how she wishes to punch him everytime- hit that smug look off. But she won't. Not yet.

A common tradition in heaven- like the birds in the human realm(maybe a odd similarity she presumed. She doesn't care for the human realm after all) finding a mate, a lover with the most gorgeous wings. It was no surprise you gained such attention

Much to her displeasure.

Grumbling watching as how you yet again were surrounded by angels around you- and ad always rejecting them before that smile she oh so adored. Yet would never state aloud was sent her way- making her scowl darkly(but on the inside? She was warm) quickly making your way to her she noticed how you fidgeted. How red you were "out with it. What is it?" She grumbled out no matter how warm and soft she was on the inside? Her words on the outside could never match. No matter how she wished it

White cleared her vision making her back up scrunching her nose before finally realizing what it was- a feather. Not just any old feather. Your feather "i.. i want you to have it.. I know the meaning bur when I was preening my wings u couldn't help it.. I want you to have my feather" they whispered watching as she gently took the feather.

Silently accepting them courting her with a soft smile. Maybe she can make it a necklace?

-

As great as it was up there. There were rules. Easy to forget. Easy to break. But rules nonetheless. Once Adam instructed her to strip a betrayers wings, Lute sighed. Grumbling loudly going to the room. Ignoring the odd almost somber pitiful look Adam gave her. Hiding the feather in her shirt tucked safe near her heart, she hummed, stepping inside fixing her helmet before freezing

"No-"

Her heart dropped paling more then she was already at the bloodied sight

"NO WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!"

She roared storming to your bloodied frame she couldn't help but break her never-ending composure for the first time, kneeling to your side "do you HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS?" She snarled ripping her mask off showing her teary face. Knowing her counter was now a sinner. Her angel was a traitor. A million emotions went through her head glaring down at you with every emotion but the one she should feel.

It wasn't hate.

She ignored her feelings, swallowing it down she ignored the reasoning of what you did. Of what you SAID. putting her mask on, she steeled herself. She was an executioner. A peacemaker. She takes care of the issue. So she pushed you down with her foot grabbing your once gorgeous wings now bloodied gold- in her one hand grabbing her spear she sliced. Ignoring how she was covered in your blood. The deafening screams of pain. Of agony. How you begged for her. She took a sigh taking her mask off giving you the chance to se her one last time. Without the mask. How she stared cold at you.

Before the ground opened up, "lute. Before I go- please I lo-" she cut you off, kicking you in. Closing her eyes as the ground closed. For the first time ever. She fell to her knees, holding the now broken wings sobbing out for a sinner. How was she not a sinner to for showing the regret. Showing the selfishness in this?

~~

It wasn't long before she saw you again. Traveling down with Adam to meet with Charlie and her girlfriend- to Lute it was a vile relationship. Not because of the sex- no- because of the liar Vaggie is. How that bitch betrayed her kind and then fell for the ruler of hells daughter. She could almost laugh.

Blinking, ignoring the yelling match of Adam and Charlie. Looking out the window, she froze mouth wide open- even though the demons back was turned. No wings but a tail and horns. She knew that laugh. She knew that smell. No matter how different you looked. Eyes soft watching you turn. Even as a demon. You truly are a beautiful creature. She softened her gaze behind her mask before looking away in disgust. Not with you.

But herself.

Lute a angel? Finds a demon attractive. Sure it's you but. Your a demon. A angel and demon together is vile. Disgusting in all sense of the worse.

But even now. She can't help but still long for you. Long for the almost relationship. Frowning, she looked back at Adam, who watched her with a frown. She knew they'd have a talk. Sighing, she followed after him with a deep sigh

She truly wished this outcome was different. How she longs to see you once more. Touching the feather on her chest she sighs

The only way she would be with you. Is if she was fallen as well. What a cruel irony.

#lute x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute

[simpforboys]

I have a Xavier request. I dunno if it’s been done (plus its a little cringe and a little cliche) but the ideas been stuck in my head for days - partially inspired by rose “paint me like one of your French girls” scene in titanic. Xavier asks to paint her nude or she asks. It can lead to anything I just need the idea out of my head. Another idea I had that could be linked or seperate is a reader with wings and Xavier is just like obsessed

By the way I love your work. Your JJ stuff too (goodness me) -

Anon 🐣

(Ps: have a high five 🖐️, m not keen on hugs)

my angel

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: you want xavier to draw you… nude.

warnings: mentions of smut, no real smut, nudity, YOU HAVE WINGS!!!! (i pictured angel wings but go with whatever u want bae) xavier is in love with you

im combining this because omg imagine xavier drawing you and hes just obsessed with your wings and body… anyways imma get writing

initially, when you approached xavier about the idea of doing a portrait of you, he loved it.

considering he had done many sketches of your beautiful face, it should be easy.

but then you clarified what you meant.

“can you draw me like one of your french girls, xavier?” you mimicked rose from the movie, titantic.

you leaned against your boyfriend, your wings wrapping around him enough to make him flustered.

he spun around in his stool, his eyes full of admiration. he put his hands on your waist and brought you closer.

“you know i always draw you, baby.” xavier told you, referring to the multiple portraits he had done of you.

“what if i want you do draw me with my wings? with only my wings…” you trailed off. the look you gave xavier was suggestive and he couldn’t help but feel excitement.

so now, as you stood in front of xavier in nothing but a robe in the center of his dorm, he couldn’t help but feel flustered.

“where do you want me, baby?” you teased, seeing your boyfriend blush.

“how about you lay on the bed.” xavier grabbed a chair and brought it over. he watched as you gracefully dropped the robe before laying down.

his eyes roamed your naked body. he had seen it numerous times before, but for some reason this seemed more intimate.

“you’re so beautiful, y/n.” xavier whispered as he began to sketch.

you grinned at your boyfriend. he always made you feel special.

the focus look on his face as he drew you was enough to make you flustered. being so vulnerable while he memorized every part of you was intimidating.

“relax, baby. your wings are moving.”

xavier knew when you got flustered or embarrassed your wings would tend to show your emotions more than your face.

for instance, your wings had began to scrunch together instead of being fully displayed.

that’s one of the things xavier loved most about you. the way he could always tell how you felt by your wings.

he loved everything about you. he was quite literally smitten by you, ever since he first saw you.

you were never scared to be yourself.

xavier finally finished your face when he began to draw your boobs. the memories of him leaving hickies, kissing them, sucking them made xavier blush.

“what’s got you blushing, pretty boy?”

“you.”

“i’m not doing anything.” you laughed.

“you don’t need to. everything about you would make me blush.”

you couldn’t help but feel your own face warm up, wings clamping together slightly.

“babe.”

“sorry!”

➽─────────────────❥

“are you almost done? i’m half asleep over here.”

xavier laughed at your comment. he was just finishing the details on your wings, leg bouncing in anticipation.

what if you hated it?

“come look.”

you stood up from the bed, sleep in your eyes as you put on one of xavier’s shirts.

you sat on his lap as he showed you the drawing. your face turned in admiration as xavier watched your eyes light up.

“oh my god, it’s so pretty. like a renaissance portrait.”

xavier grinned, his big hands rubbing your bare thighs. “my angel, huh?”

you smiled, kissing your boyfriend.

“your angel.”

#xavier x y/n #xavier thorpe x you #xavier #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #percy hynes white #percy #wednesday #xavier fluff #xavier thorpe fluff #you have wings #simpforboys #i need him

[misc-obeyme]

MC Looking Fabulous Part 2

As requested by @hakirachan, here is part two of MC Looking Fabulous. MC normally wears casual clothes, but they show up at a party looking amazing. This is the dateables and Luke reacting.

I know requests are closed at the moment, but I wanted to do this lol. Also I was already planning on reopening them tonight.

As with the first one, I tried to keep MC gender neutral and so their outfit is not described.

Thank you for the request!

GN!MC

Warnings: None!

Diavolo

Stunned at first, but after he gets over the initial surprise, you watch his face light up. He’s practically grinning as he comes to your side, acting polite and welcoming you to the party. Everybody watches the future demon king at events like this and now everybody is watching you, too. Diavolo is aware of this, but it’s clear he’s only interested in you.

Tells you how stunning you look. He likes everything you wear, of course. Human fashion trends are so interesting! But there’s no denying you’ve put in extra effort for the party. If you’ve worn something he gave you, he will recognize it immediately.

He’s practically sparkling at you. Anyone else would likely be starstruck being in his presence, but Diavolo is giddy about being near you. If he’s in his demon form, he’ll always keep a wing held around you, even if it’s not touching you. It’s a subtle indication to others that you’re under his protection.

Will definitely want you to dance with him. Asks you with princely demeanor, leading you out to the dance floor. Easily moves you through the steps. To everyone else, the two of you look like a fairy tale. But in the small space that remains between you, his smile and conversation fill you with ease and comfort. He’s so happy to get to hold you like this tonight, MC.

Barbatos

Smiles knowingly. While it’s true that you normally dress quite casually, he had no doubt that you could dress to the nines when it suited you. He’s not surprised, but he is impressed. Watches you for some time as you move through the room. You’re not even aware of it at first until he makes eye contact with you. His regard flusters you. You know you've caught his attention.

Eventually makes his way over to you. Bows to you courteously. Compliments you on your outfit. Notices the details and will point out one or two things about it. Mentions how he would love to make you an outfit himself for the next grand event if you would allow him to. He is fully captivated by you, MC.

Doesn’t feel the need to be near you all night, but he’ll be secretly thrilled if you decide to stick by him. If you wander off, though, you can be sure his eyes will regularly search the room for you. He wants to be aware of you at all times. You are like a warm beacon, attracting his notice at every moment.

When you seem unoccupied, he will ask you dance. His poise and the way he guides you stuns everyone present. People stop to watch, but he is only focused on you. If you start to get nervous from all the attention, he’ll distract you by saying something sweet. You forget about everyone else pretty quickly since Barbatos rarely says anything about his own feelings for you. When he does, it’s thoroughly distracting.

Simeon

Oh, MC. He’s overwhelmed. Of course it doesn’t matter what you wear, it’s your soul that always dazzles him. Still he can tell how much effort you’ve put into your look tonight and he’s overcome by it. He wants to approach you immediately, but he hangs back. It’s nice just to watch you from afar as well.

Waits until you make your way to him. When you do, he showers you in compliments while trying not to sound too much like he’s gushing. It’s just such a departure from your usual look, you’ve got everyone staring at you. He’s happy you’ve made some time to talk to him.

Another one who won’t stay attached to you all night. He’ll even try to act like he’s not watching you. But in the end, he finds he’s always aware of your location. You’re just too magnetizing.

Waits until you’ve danced with a few other people before asking you. Can’t help but notice the way everyone is watching. He knows it’s an unusual sight for them - a human and an angel dancing together in the Devildom. He knows you both must look quite stunning. Smiles softly and turns his attention fully on you. Elated that you’re here in his arms.

Solomon

Not surprised that you could look so fabulous, but a little surprised that you chose to go all out. He knows about your tendency to go with comfortable clothes over flashy ones. He would have expected you to show up in something nice, but simple. So he can’t help but take in your elaborate outfit. It looks perfect on you.

Watches you for a bit before approaching. He wants to watch everyone else’s reactions to you, but finds he can’t wait to tell you how amazing you look. Ends up going over to you sooner than he was planning just so he can comment on your look.

If he sees you’re wearing something he gave you, he won’t say anything, but the look in his eyes changes. It’s clear that it means a lot to him. Acts like it’s no big deal, chatting and laughing with you as he always does. Asks you to dance and acts the same way, like nothing is different.

When you’re done dancing, though, he’s going to pull you aside somewhere quiet where he can allow himself to get serious with you. You blow him away, MC. Every day you surprise him somehow. Every moment he gets to be by your side gives him a moment of peace.

Luke

What! M-MC! You look like an angel!! Runs up to you immediately while everyone else is still staring in awe. Tells you how great you look, asks you questions about your outfit, and is generally just excited. Calms down a bit after a minute, but stays by you. Doesn’t want to leave you.

Takes your hand and brings you over to the dessert table. Tells you all about how he helped Barbatos and Simeon make a lot of them. Wants you to try them, but be careful! You don’t want to get any food on your gorgeous outfit. Takes it upon himself to make a little plate of treats for you. These are the best ones, trust him.

Might blush a little when asking you to dance. Barbatos taught him how and he’s been practicing with the butler and the Purgatory Hall boys nearly every day! Like you could even think about refusing the cute little angel. Of course you accept and you are indeed impressed with Luke’s ability. You tell him he’s doing a great job and he beams at you.

Gets a little tired before the night is over. Sit down with him and he’ll eventually doze off. Won’t fight you if you rearrange him so his head is in your lap. He’ll get embarrassed about it when he wakes up. Might even complain about being treated like a child. But he’s just so cute like that, you really can’t help yourself.

masterlist | part 1 with the brothers | Thank you for reading!

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[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Guess who's back with another super short preview of yet another Luci x reader smut fic :)

it's me I'm so very unwell for him, I need to be put down

No NSFW yet so no warnings (but mention of losing clothes)!

It had been a pretty quiet day in house. Lucifer was off with his daughter Charlie for the day, they’ve had quite a bit of father/daughter bonding to catch up on. But this gave you the chance to work on something that you’ve been wanting to make for some time now. It was a secret project, keeping things from Lucifer was harder than it seemed. But with the home to yourself, you were finally able to finish the gift you wanted to give him! Just as you were admiring your work, a portal opened up behind you; Lucifer was back! Quickly, you hid his gift under your pillow before he could see anything. Lucifer stepped through the portal and into your bedroom; you noticed his wings spread out behind him.

“Hi, honey,” you greeted as you walked over to him, planting a small peck on his forehead. He smiled, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it in return. “How was your day with Charlie?”

“It was really nice! We went for a little flight, as you can tell,” he laughed, gesturing to his wings. Lucifer’s wings always left you in awe, you couldn’t help but stare at them. But upon further inspection, you saw that they seemed a little worse for wear. You wondered when the last time they were properly taken care of, since you've never seen him actually do anything with them.

“Hey Luci, your wings are looking a little…” you hesitated, looking for the right word, “disheveled. Is everything alright?”

"Ahh," Lucifer sighed, "yeah, I uhh...I'll admit, I haven't paid them much attention. Not in a long while."

You knew that he had been by himself for a long time before you came along. He had mentioned his battles with self isolation and depression that he had fought against for years, but he was never too keen on going into more detail than necessary. Looking back, it would make sense as to why his wings are in the state that they are. It saddened you, you wished you could have been there for him. It was time to make up for that.

"How about this," you proposed, "why don't I run us a bath and I'll help you clean them up. How does that sound?"

"O-Oh, are you sure?," he questioned, failing to hide the fact that his cheeks were now flushed. "They're kind of a pain, I don't want you to-" you cut off his protests with a peck. You felt his lips curl into a smile.

"Nothing's a pain when it comes to you, Lucifer," you assured. "Go get ready and I'll see you in a few minutes, alright? Tonight, let me take care of you."

"Of course," he grinned, "thank you, my angel."

You smiled and turned towards the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. It was fortunate that Lucifer had such a spacious home, that meant a more spacious bathroom as well. His bathtub could easily fit four people comfortably, but this at least gave you room to be able to work with his wings. You turned the water on to a nice warm temperature, making sure it wasn't too hot. You undressed as the bathtub began to fill, grabbing a soft washcloth from the closet and bubble bath soap after discarding your clothes. Once the tub was half full, you poured the soap in, letting it mix with the running water. The bubbles appeared fast, you couldn't see that water anymore after a few seconds. Finally, you brought the flow to a stop and dipped your toes in to test that waters. Perfect. You stepped in and slowly began to sink down into the warm liquid that heated your core. As soon as you were fully submerged, you heard the bathroom door creaking behind you.

#lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #lucifer smut #my writing #i'm going super tender with this one :) #don't worry there will be filth! #yes it's midnight and i'm posting this WHAT ABOUT IT??

[withered--s0uls]

Oh look it's another GD crossover

Ghost Drone AU - @electrozeistyking

You already saw all this art but shhh HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

This originally started out with me just wanting to draw Beanie interacting with the Intertwined Codes Kids but then I added some extra stuff lol.

If you're a reader of Intertwined Codes, this kinda sorta spoils future stuff bc only the twins have been mentioned in the Draft/Teaser fic but oh well. You have been warned.

IC!Uzi wouldn't like actually meet GD!N bc they'd kinda decide that "hey, let's not have the widowed man see an alternate version of his wife that actually got live." simply out of respect kinda?? So she would stick around at home with the kids whilst IC!N goes out to look for Beanies Dad after their kids drag her to them lmao.

So yeah she doesn't necessarily know the extent of the mans depression, the kids just mentioned there only being a dad so she just specifically asks about GD!N in this doodle

IC!N would quickly pick up on GD!N not being completely okay, even without being told any details. So he probably would end up sitting him down to talk on their way back to the IC!Doorman families place, wanting to help if he can in any way. (He runs a Daycare and tries to also be a support to any parent that needs it, so I feel he out of habit would lean into trying to do that with GD!N)

More/The kids under the Cut otherwise the post looks so long rip

I will go over each of these one by one (can'tdo close ups bc 10 image limit, I'll reblog this in a second with the close ups.)

Left are the Code-Related Nuzi kids, right are the adopted ones.

Code related kids

Zagi:

Not much to say, I'm still working out their personality - they're maybe 2-3 years older than Beanie, so they aren't too far apart in age. :)

Orita:

She's the sibling who started the trend of putting stickers on her siblings, so she DEFINITELY would do the same with Beanie.

She also probably originally was going to show her how to build a weapon, but her parents promptly stopped that lmao .

She would think it's really cool that Beanie has a custom core icon & in general is completely customized from the start! She herself was originally put into a regular worker body (just with the tail and headband being custom made by her mom), she had to build the DD forearms herself. She also has a sticker of the DD icon on her core, covering the WD icon :3

Rexim:

At this point he has enough siblings to be past the "ew a little kid" phase, so luckily Beanie gets spared that. His main camera is damaged, he only really uses his headband optics to look around, so he would kinda just look as if he's staring past her a lot. But bc of the obvious cracks in his visor I feel she would pick up on the fact he's not actually ignoring her.

Also he definitely would just play music to her, because IC!Uzi kinda always has music on whilst working in her workspace he kinda picked up some of her taste in music (Hence he's playing the same song that Uzi is shown to have been listening to in Ep7)

Raven:

First up THANK YOU Zeisty for helping me brainstorm silly stuff for them. They're a little ball of chaos now and I love them.

Anyways.

They would join Orita in bedazzling Beanie, and then they'd start talking about bird facts and also try to get Beanie to talk about her interests.

(Their height difference isnt 100% accurate bc halfway through drawing this I changed the IC timeline, making Raven about the same age as Zagi instead of them being a teen, so I kinda had to manually try and semi-fit their heights lol)

Adopted Kids

Ray:

Nothing to say. He's a baby. Tho whilst I was outlining this one I had to giggle because of how big he is in Beanies hands. She's so tiny 😭💕 /affectionate

Annika:

Oh boy. Ann.

Annika is the eldest kid & was adopted a while before Zagi was coded / whilst the parents were organizing the code copies for Zagi

She does NOT know how to talk to other kids. Never did. It made her stick out at the orphanage wing because she just avoided everyone. And it is very chaotic when Olivia and Ray first show up, because Ann's only idea of talking to other Drones is "well you got to be relatable" so she brings up the siblings dead parents bc like, her code parents are dead too. Both pairs dying to DDs. So yeah she probably would be the first, if not only one, in the whole household to just bring up GD!Uzi. She would do it like it's nothing either.

IC!Uzi would promptly get her to stop and sit her down having a conversation about "what did N and I say about trying to connect on that topic?"

Like IC!Uzi would actually feel really bad about it despite Beanie not knowing her mom. Bc she herself obviously didn't remember IC!Nori growing up but still didn't like the topic.

Olivia:

Olivia, as I said, was greeted with the topic of dead parents by Annika as well. So she probably would kinda interfere when IC!Uzi goes to sit Ann down to talk.

She would feel the need to apologize for the older girls behavior (which Ann would apologize for herself later too ofc) and would try to get Beanie to go play something together whilst IC!Uzi sorts that whole situation out.

She's also the closest to Beanies age probably, just was forced to mature bc of what happened to her parents, despite being taken in by Nuzi shortly after. She still obviously acts like a kid tho when comfortable, so I feel she would kinda ease up around Beanie and actually act more like a 4-5 year old around her.

Bonus? Bonus!

Needless to say Beanie would return home covered in stickers & hairpins (Orita & Raven have more than enough of those, they'd just let Beanie keep some)

RIP GD!N having to get her out of those stickers once they're back home

Also, for the "*humming*" variation of the picture I blame @k1k0oftheworld. Kiko was in vc with me when I was talking about how Beanie would be covered in stickers when she gets home, and saw the doodles as well.

He proposed the following scenario after seeing Rexim show Beanie IC!Uzis playlist:

Beanie humming dead batteries song & GD!N having a breakdown bc it reminds him of GD!Uzi

I do not take accountability for this, I was going to spare the poor widowed man.

(I scrapped the idea of him not knowing ab the IC!Doorman family and him getting a mini heart attack when Beanie goes "I met Mom today" in favor of him and IC!N meeting & talking - I WANTED TO SPARE HIS POOR HEART)

@k1k0oftheworld you owe him money for a therapy session now /silly

Anyways that's it, I'll put the close ups in the reblog like I said 👍

#murder drones #serial designation n #md #uzi doorman #ghost drone au #Intertwined codes #beanie doorman #Nuzi ship kids #like a lot of them #I'm tagging all of my kids in the reblog i dont have the patience rn #au crossover #gd x ic #ghost drone x intertwined codes #ElectroZeistyKing #my art

[vinelark]

do you have any good reverse robins fic to rec?

oh hell yeah!

Reverse Robins: Joker Junior series by miyaji_08 i rec’d the second fic in this series over here for the timkon of it all, but the series—two parts, both complete—is also one of my absolute favorite reverse robins stories. it goes the joker junior!tim route, so heads up for A Lot of tim-centric trauma, but gives tim (and everyone else) so much healing, too. it also gets creative with the robin of it all, as in, the call sign for batman’s partner is different from the jump because dick wasn’t around to originate “robin” for it, which i always think is a fun extra detail. the batfam characters are great and the young justice crew is also great, so read for top-tier hurt and comfort and great characters and satisfying plot and tim and damian competing to see who is the most Tired big brother of the bunch.

blood of the covenant by envysparkler robins are angsty in any order, but man does this hit the angst sweet spot, which in turn makes the soft parts feel even softer. i genuinely can’t decide what my favorite dynamic is in this AU, between damian & tim (damian wracked with guilt, tim hurting and still wanting an older brother even if he’d never admit it) and tim & jason (no spoilers but chapter 4 especially lights my brain up like a supernova) and tim & dick (i think about the part where dick grayson [tiny, cheerful] uses tim [undead, annoyed] as a jungle gym like once a week).

Wing Beats in Reverse by firefright a longfic where jason gets kidnapped by the mysterious red hood, who turns out to be jason’s not-so-dead predecessor. the jason pov here is great, and i was so compelled by how this AU explored his place in the bat family, and how it managed the emotional fallout from the kidnapping. tim is also so interesting in this—it does something i love in a reverse robins concept, which is make tim’s motivations (and lazarus pit effects) less about anger/hurt/revenge and more about ice cold logic, about being the villain so the bats don’t have to/whether they want him to or not. plus some league of assassins trauma as a cherry on top. also, kon gets to show up for a bit. (as a fair warning—and spoilers ahead—the fic has a somewhat hopeful ending for tim, but doesn’t reach full reconciliation in the scope of the plot.)

i woke up so worried that the angels let go by circees a short but potent batkids age reversal au that’s also a grisha au, starring duke as the coveted sun summoner that damian is trying to deliver to safety without mentally adopting a new brother (damian fails on the second part). even with my limited memory of grisha lore i could tell a lot of thought was put into this au, and i have a feeling it would be even better if you are able to catch all the details. i also love that even in a fantasy world where some of the bat family have magical abilities, duke is still extra special—a great analogy to being a metahuman among the bats.

The 90s Are Back! by RedWritingHood saving the two silly ones for last to lighten the mood! in this one, red hood!tim gets de-aged to sixteen and meets all his new siblings. it’s like .01% angst and 99.99% shenanigans, and pretty much all the dialogue is super quotable but Dick holds out his hands like he's calming a bunch of wild animals. "Okay, I know everyone's real upsetti spaghetti right now, but I think we all just need to calm down." might take the cake.

Clowns Don’t Kill People by mademoisellePlume very short, very silly reverse robins brother shenanigans, in which tiny dick grayson isn’t scared of recovering joker junior!tim because dick, having been raised in the circus, doesn’t associate clowns with evil yet. the fic is fun (and a great palate cleanser if you need a break from the angst above), and the author’s note at the end made me fully laugh out loud.

#reverse robins #fic rec #batfam #when tim as the undead robin is done well it's so 🤌🤌🤌 #once again i reserve the right to add more later because i def forgot some

[instarsandcrime]

Tuned Out

Oh gosh it's been uh. Almost a month since I've written something??? Well, I hope you enjoy this one! I loved the idea of a sick L/uc/ifer spiraling, and being broken out of it by A/la/stor's radio show because I'm weak to the idea-- though it can be interpreted as both platonic and Ra//di//o//A//pple.

And here's a quick heads-up: Though this is still the usual fluffy fic, the spiral paragraph itself is a bit rough. So I'm going to put a trigger warning below and in the summary when I add this fic to the list. If intrusive thoughts and vague thoughts of self-harm are too much, please skip the italicized second paragraph. You can still read the fic without needing to include this part, so don't feel ANY pressure to do so if you aren't/will never be ready. Please, pleeeassseee take care of yourselves!

Otherwise, enjoy!

TW: Intrusive thoughts, vague thoughts of self-harm

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Burning. His skin felt like it was burning him alive. That was the only sensation Lucifer could feel. His tired eyes stared up at the canopy of his bed, face glowing softly with fever. Its flush spread gold across the embedded pearls above, making them sparkle like stars. He sighed, crackling sparks floating from his lips as thoughts poked and prodded at his overheated mind.

Fuck. He really was pathetic, wasn’t he? Can’t move, can’t get up, can’t get a glass of water, eat dinner, call Charlie– call. Charlie? Oh, poor Charlie. She must be so disappointed in him. He chuckled weakly, What would she even say to him that she hasn’t already thought? He could imagine it. He really could. ‘Seriously, Lucifer?! I literally meant nothing to you for years and now suddenly you waltz into my life? And instead of actually spending time with me, you’re calling from a room that could’ve gone to someone who truly needed it, ordering me to wait on you hand and foot like I’m your butler? Like our entire relationship meant nothing? You threw me away, and now you’re going to do it again?! You know what? You deserve this! You deserve to rot in your bed! Get as starving and sick as you want! At least now the inside will match the outside! You’re terrible! I hate you! No. No, you know what? I wish you got your second shot at Heaven. I wish you had at least a week of laughter, fun, and fucking fireworks so they could tear off your wings andyoucanFallalloveragai–’

A burst of static pierced the air, shattering the constricting spiral just before it could break him again– and replaced it with a new form of dread.

“Why hello there all you wayward sinners! Welcome once again to tonight’s show with your host: The Radio Demon!”

“Uuugh!” Lucifer groaned dramatically, snatching one of his many pillows to press over his head. 

Right. The stupid fucking radio. From under the shadows, the sickly demon couldn't help but glare daggers at the piece of junk resting on his nightstand. Alastor had requested those old, outdated mortal inventions for every hotel room– specifically from the 1920’s era because apparently he preferred style and substance. Whatever that meant. 

Regardless. He insisted that it was needed for announcements, communication, and entertainment. In other words– somewhere, somehow, Alastor was currently studying him and him alone with invisible eyes. Surgically scanning him at the seams for the slightest rip. The slightest tear. As if his prey wasn't the most powerful being here. Dramatic bastard.

“And how are you doing this fine evening, Your Majesty?” The radio sung.

“Go away.” The lump of fluff grumbled.

"Of course not! It is my duty as your hotelier to take note of every little detail of my building, no matter how tiny and insignificant. And I am ever-so-glad I have! It is quite the rare sight to watch our King of Hell lose face to a simple case of the sniffles. Truly a headline for the ages!"

An angry red blush painted over the king’s golden cheeks, immediately pushing himself upright. Towering wings puffed, pillows and blankets tossed about the bed as he went. "Now see here! Sinners get sick. Overlords get sick. Hell, Charlie and Lilith can get sick! Me? I’m just rehhh…Snff! Ugh, resti'g…"

"Resting. Of course. I suppose I will believe you for convenience’s sake--"

"Hhheh…! Het'shiew!"

"--oh! Bless you."

"Het'shhhiew!"

"Bless y--"

"Hep'shhhh! 'Etshhh! 'Tshhh! 'Tshhh-'tshh-'tch! ...HhhhehhHH...! HEH'TSSHHHIEW!"

"My goodness, bless! You sound absolutely miserable. Shall I fetch you a glass of water? Or another blanket, perhaps?"

"Nhhh– no." Lucifer protested between hitching breaths, conjuring a handkerchief with the flick of the wrist, "N-no thahhh...hhhah! Hhhh...”

He finally lowered the cloth when the tickle finally fizzled out, heaving a sigh of relief. “Ndo thadk you. Snff!" He took a deep breath before letting loose a mucky blow into the fabric, "It's fine. I'm fine."

A pause. "Ah."

"What? What is it now?"

"Oh nothing, nothing! I’ll let you get back to your rest. But before I go, could I mention one more thing?”

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s just. Well, I had my first impressions, but I assumed that the King of Hell wouldn't be so cowardly."

"Cowardly?!" Lucifer repeated incredulously, spitting a plume of smoke.

"I see your hearing is as sharp as your wit."

"I'll show you cowardly you…y-you…hhh-!" The demon’s nose twitched desperately, and he cursed between hitching gasps as it tried again and again to just get. The damned itch. Out.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite catch that."

"You…you self-important…hehhh…p-pompous…!" 

"How flattering of you to notice my worth! And would you believe it? You're absolutely right! I am the fundraiser for this humble project, after all. The guide for these poor, misguided souls. Ones such as yourself."

"Oh, please! We both know you’re...you're no behhh...better than…hhhH–!" Lucifer's handkerchief raised to his face.

"Trying to use your infamous silver tongue through a sneeze? My word! Charlie had told me you were stubborn. But this?"

"Eshhh! Et'SCHHH! HEH'ETSCHH'HHHIEW!" He quickly twisted his head away to let loose a breath of flame, barely singeing the well-abused cloth.

"Poor, poor Lucifer Morningstar.” Alastor teased, his voice as soft and careful as a snake in the grass. The smattering of footsteps echoed across the floorboards, circling the bed. “Always choosing your own heavenly guilt over the needs of everyone else."

"HEH'ESCHH'HHHIU! Hehh! Hhh…hghh…"

"Which is a shame, considering the ill resident who requires attention. Trapped in their own feverish mind. Alone while their partner is away. Unable to move or think or even ask for help properly. But I’m sure you wouldn’t know how it feels for them, considering how indestructible you are."

"...There is?" Lucifer finally croaked, cringing to himself at another gurgling nose blow.

"Of course! While you were hiding in your room with your wings tucked between your legs, I'm afraid you've missed someone very important. Someone close to you."

Lucifer froze. He didn't mean.

"Mmm. Let's see." As the radio host thought stubby knobs spun on their own, playing flickers of songs diluted by time. "Rosy cheeks. Blonde hair. Red eyes that sparkle so damn brightly one could go blind."

Oh no.

"Puffy bow tie. Black fingernails."

Did. Did he get his little girl sick? Please, please don't let that be the case.

"The most spell-binding singing voice."

He thought back to breakfast. How Charlie had eaten less than normal. How she sniffled once or twice at the table. Wait, did her face look pale? Maybe the light didn’t catch it?

A knot formed in the pit of his stomach.

"Wh-where is she-- they, um! That. Resident right now?"

"Oh, performing the usual suffering patient routine. Lying in bed. Being miserable. Quite adament about sleeping the bug off. Reminds me of the ol’ picture books that star wealthy socialites and their sickly Victorian children. The ones who die due to their parents' neglect and mistreatment."

"I could help her." The fallen angel mumbled anxiously as he pushed himself upright. "I could help her right– …now..." 

The second he dared to stand he nearly fainted, stumbling dizzily to grab the bedpost for support. From beneath a small string of black tentacles sprouted from the ground, nudging him back into place and under the covers as The Radio Demon tutted disapprovingly. 

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you. If you can't partake in the complex act of resting, then what good are you to our dear, sweet Charlie?"

"Shut. Up." Lucifer hissed, "I am a grown adult--"

"--debatable--"

"--and I choose what to do with my free time! And it's my jo-- koff koff! j-job to help my daughter when she needs it!" A shaky finger waved at all six radios. Or were there seven?

"To be quite honest Sire, I would prefer to do my tasks without your meddling. Actually, I would prefer not to perceive your existence at all, thank you very much. Unless..."

"Unless?"

"Unless you'd rather call her yourself. But I know you won't." A mocking tone laced with static, “You c̴̨̮͊o̶̗̤̿ẇ̷̙á̴̼̖ȑ̶͉̕d̶̙͚͗̕.”

“I– wh–” Lucifer laughed in sheer disbelief, snatching up his phone. “Y-you’re– you’re joking, right? I’m not some– some godforsaken hermit!"

"Then by all means, prove it."

"I am!"

“I’m waiting."

"Oh, I’ll do it! I’ll do such a good call. It’ll be the– snff! goodest caller you’ve ever seen.” The King of Hell pouted like a child as he moved his claws.

“Ugh. Lord knows how he’ll act if he gets worse.” The radio mumbled quietly.

“Whassat?”

“My apologies, Your Majesty! I forgot that your company as of late are less of the civilized and more the rubber duck variety.”

"Of all the– if you weren't stuck to Charlie like a parasite I would take the sharpest end of my tail and shove it up your--"

Click!

"Dad?" A voice croaked.

"Charlie!" Lucifer's venom turned saccharine sweet, flipping on a dime. "Hey! Hi! H-how are ya, sweetie?"

"Mmrgh...what time is it?"

"It's. Um. Evening…time? Look, that doesn't matter right now. Are you feeling alright, kiddo?"

"Am I feeling alright?" His patient echoed sleepily.

"Yeah! I uh. IIIII just wanted to check in. See if you were okay." 

"Oh. Um, I'm okay." A bit of rustling and a pause. "Are you okay?"

"Snff! Me?"

"Yes, you! You looked so tired at breakfast this morning, a-and you didn’t eat anything which never happens! And you were kinda glowing? It kinda seemed bad but I didn’t want to ask because maybe it was a personal thing and– wait, your voice is…are you crying?!" Rustling turned into the shuffle of pacing slippers.

"What? No! Nonononono! I just--" Lucifer froze, feeling another itch start to build, handkerchief nowhere to be found under the sea of fabric. "Jhhh-just excuse mbe for– snff! For a seggond. Keebp t-talki’g…!"

He quickly pressed his hand against the speaker, stifling into his shoulder until the scratchy wool felt damp. "Hh'ntt! Hh’ngk! Hhh’TCH! ‘TCH! Hhhhh...HT'CHNXT'hiew! Guhh..."

"Sure. A-anyway, you called me pretty early in the morning and after all that and this. Soooo…is there anything I can do to help?"

Desperate claws scrambled to craft a new handkerchief and wipe his streaming face. "N-no! No, no-- snff! absolutely not! Worry about yourself Char-Char, I'm fi--....f-fihh...!"

Hang up, pinch your nose shut, do anything but--

"HET'SHHH'HIEW!" Lucifer doubled over.

–sneeze.

"Oh geez, that sounded terrible!” Charlie gasped, “Is that why you've been in your room all day? Are you sick?"

A sudden, very obvious realization hit him. Silently the fallen king sunk into his mattress, wishing he could be swallowed by his comforter. His cheeks burned. The familiar description. The taunting. 

“Can I. Call you back, Stardust?” 

“What? Whoa, whoa, wait, we’re not finished here–” With a final monotone beep, the call ended.

"You.” Lucifer clenched his fangs.

“Yes?” Alastor hummed non-chalantly. “YOU.”

“Gracious! No need to shout. Even The Devil Himself should know that a sickly patient musn’t raise his voice, lest it get worse than it already is!”

“Watch your back, bellhop. Next time I see you, no ring of Hell will compare to what I-- koff! I’ll–" The threat died with a wheeze, breaking into another ill-timed fit.

"And that's all for tonight, folks!" The radio suddenly hopped back to life, "Tomorrow's show may be a little dicey schedule wise, as our guest star is feeling quite unwell. Will he finally exit his literal and proverbial cave of sorrows for once in his miserable life? Or, much like his saintly past, will pride once again be his downfall--"

"Dad! Are you– eep!"

Charlie's entrance was suddenly interrupted when a black fist rained down on the damned noise box, breaking in a fit of bouncing springs and wooden splinters. The room stilled until a meek, nervous chuckle finally broke the spell.

"Charlie, dear?"

"Y…yeah?"

"Um. Could. Could I trouble you for a glass of water?"

#snz #snz fic #ha//zb//in//ho//tel// #lu/ci/fer #a/la/stor #char/lie

[wildflowercryptid]

Hope its okay if I ask about your versions of Florian and Juliana, thanks ^ _ ^

- Are they siblings?

- What are both their personalities?

- Were they actually raised in Paldea? The MC's in the game are implied to originally be from Galar so I was just wondering that

- Which storylines from the game are each the of them the main character of?

I'm so sorry if I've missed out an info sheet on them hhhhghg

Thank u again!

oh, it’s more than okay to ask about them! i actually really like talking about my interpretations of the pokémon characters, but i just struggle to articulate my ideas a lot of the time. or forget to share them. i’ve been meaning to drop lore for these two so i’ll do that now!

( putting the answers under a cut because i kinda ended up rambling. oops. )

are they siblings?

yes, they are! juliana is the older of the two, but they’re actually super close in age ( with jules not even being a year older than florian. ) because of that, they’re pretty close and sometimes get mistaken for twins. they still bicker and annoy each other like any other typical sibling relationship, but they respect each other a lot and consider each other their greatest confidant. their relationship kinda ends up paralleling carmine and kieran’s own dynamic as siblings, with juliana and florian seeing each other as equals while the same can’t really be said for carmine and kieran.

what are both of their personalities?

while they’re both pretty level-headed, juliana is definitely the more outgoing and confident of the two. florian is more of the reserved type, someone who typically keeps to himself and would much rather wait in the wings than be center stage, ( too bad he’s basically the major protagonist of the story. ) they’re both fairly friendly, but he struggles connecting with others more when compared to his sister. essentially, they’re kinda like a dialed-back version of mabel and dipper pines. florian generally is a very sweet and open-hearted kid who tries to see the best in others, which often leads to his kindness being taken advantage of and getting pushed around easily, ( i.e. carmine convincing him to keep the secret about ogerpon from kieran. ) because of that, juliana is a little protective of him and isn’t afraid to step in when he struggles to stand up for himself. and while she does like to be seen as reliable, that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t encourage florian to be more confident and advocate for himself more. he does end up growing more of a backbone during the timeskip, which makes her very proud. meanwhile, juliana is a lot more outspoken and doesn’t hold back when things need to be called out. she’s still just as compassionate as her brother and is extremely reliable, along with having a very strong moral compass. she definitely fills the cool, reliable older sister role pretty well.

were they actually raised in paldea?

they grew up in galar like what’s implied in canon, but the details are a little different. they’re actually paldean on their mother’s side, who was originally from cabo poco herself. their family decided to move from wyndon back to her hometown after their father lost his job at one of macro cosmos’s now defunct finance subsidiaries. luckily, he was able to land a new desk job in medali and now larry’s his boss. ( the two get along well, they talk about their kids during lunch breaks. )

which storylines from the game are each of them the main character of?

juliana takes on the victory road and starfell street storylines while florian tackles the path of legends and filling out the pokédex, with both of them coming together for the way home. initially, i conceptualized them as co-protagonists and they still kinda are… but florian has definitely taken on the role as primary protagonist with how much shit keeps on just happening to him. i would expand the specifics of how the path of legends plays out for florian and how his friendship with arven develops, but i’ve already rambled enough so i’ll try to talk about that in another post.

hope this answers all your questions and sorry if it's a little long, i've just gotten attached to these kids and have a lot to say about them.

if you have any other questions ( about the paldea kids or mjverse in general, ) please feel free to ask them! it might take me a sec to reply, but i'll try my best!

#i really do need to talk about florian in the path of legends bc i really like how his character ended up developing #it's basically ends up being a '' don't meet your heroes '' kind of story and how it strengthens florian's convictions >>> #to become a good pokémon professor #also him essentially adopting arven as a big brother #i love these kids so much they'd grown on me a lot #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pkmn scarvio #trainer juliana #trainer florian #hc : (pkmn) mjverse #chara : juliana sigal cavallari #chara : florian russel cavallari #🎨 : mj draws #asks #mj.txt

[viburnt]

Some Hawks thoughts:

Keigo playing in rain puddles and drawing with crayons.

—Do you have those scented markers? The fruity ones.— He asks, laying on his tummy as he keeps coloring the drawing you printed for him. It was a racing car, he picked it himself.

You kneel to pass him a can full of markers.

— Here! You are doing a good job, Kei. That car looks very fast!

Keigo buying another Endeavor doll and all the stuffed animals his heart desires.

—How many squishmallows are too many squishmallows?— He asks, laying on a pile of pastel colored plushies. You laugh, joining him between the soft cushioned toys.

—Never enough! Do you wish to get another one?

—Can we? I'm missing a cow.— He says excitedly. You just nod and pat his head.

— Mamma is gonna get you a cow then.

Keigo staying up all night watching cartoons and reading comics.

— Kei, I got you season one and two of Adventure time. Do you need a drink? Want some blankets?— You offer, watching the pro-hero cuddling in the couch as his eyes drink every detail of his current favorite show.

—Do you think you could sit with me?— He says, patting the seat by his side. —I wanna watch this with you.

He fell asleep after finishing the whole season.

Keigo dressing up for Halloween and trick or treating with you.

—You look adorable, Kei! Want me to take your picture?— You say, holding the camera.

He decided to dress as Endeavor for Halloween, his wings carefully decorated with paper flames.

— Do you think it's OK?— He mutters a little insecure. — You know how media can be.

You kissed his cheek tenderly.

— We are doing this for you though, not for them.

Keigo eating chips and playing with “kid toys” when he is bored.

—What the hell is a fidget spinner?— Hawks says, licking of the cheesy Cheeto dust that had stuck to his fingers.

You lazily look at him, and type the name of the toy on your phone.

—Something like this. You place it between your fingers and simply make it spin.

—What? That simple? It doesn't sound very entertaining. — He remarks, munching on his second bag of chips.

— It can be for a while. Wanna try?

Keigo learning current slang and allowing himself to listen to popular music.

— What's updog? — Keigo says, making you snort.

He wonders why you are laughing, confusing your reaction with slight mockery.

— Hey, don't me mean. I'm asking because a kid said to me today.

— What. Is. Up. Dog.

—Oh- Oh, fuck- Does that mean rizz is also a joke or something?

Keigo being a person instead of a hero, picking up on your habits and implementing them as his own.

— What are you doing?

—Putting fries on my ice cream, it's yummy.

Keigo looks a little grossed out by your dessert arrangement but decides to give it a try anyways.

—Holy crap, you're right! It does taste good.

—See?

—Show me your secrets-

Wow, Keigo being enamored with life, being enamored with you.

—We should get married.

—We are already married, Kei.

—We should get married twice then.

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[playername-player-of-games]

and here’s part 3! here’s part 1 and part 2 - and here it is on ao3! - once again inspired by @chrisrin ’s gemcyt au :D

//

What was he thinking?

Joel slips out of the palanquin with two gems in hand. When he gets a moment he’ll bubble them, but for now he needs to run.

What was he thinking?

He slips past soldiers- gems that are twice his size and eight times his weight, each one tougher than the last. How he managed to slip past them the first time is beyond him, but now he’s doing it again.

What was he thinking?

He chalks it up to the cloak- it’s making all his green-ness blend in with the night as he runs, and keeps his two new treasures from catching too much light.

What. Was. He. Thinking.

A topaz looks his way- he throws himself behind a tree trunk, holding as still as possible. He doesn’t move, doesn’t think, doesn’t do anything for a solid five minutes.

Seriously, what was he thinking.

He dares to peek at his treasures.

In his right hand, Pink Diamond’s gem.

In his left, her new pearl.

He’s SO dead.

“I’m going to be shattered for this,” he breathes, peeking out from his tree and taking off running again, a little sing-song despite his oncoming demise, “I’m so shattered for this! Grian’s actually going to shatter me this time!”

He’s done many a stupid thing over the years, (falling off cliffs, fighting a bear, the…arson)- but this takes the cake. Grian’s going to shatter him. Grian is going to take one of Iskall’s hammers, and he is going to put Joel on the table, and he is going to smash his gem up into little bits and-

“Joel!" a voice hisses.

Joel stumbles to a stop and looks to the brush to find his brother. Jimmy is gesturing for him to come here, NOW, so Joel dives for him and lands at his feet.

“Where were you?!” Jimmy demands, tugging Joel upright by the wrist and finding the pearl in his hand, “who’s this?”

“Nobody!” Joel hisses, bubbling the pearl with one hand and hiding Pink Diamond behind his back. He taps the bubble’s top and then it's gone, whisked away to his tent where hopefully nobody will find it, “it’s nobody, don’t worry about it!”

Jimmy doesn't press him for details, just tugs him down into the brush as another topaz patrol passes. Joel likes that about him, they've known each other for hundreds of years and Joel can still get away with whatever he wants because Jimmy is too nice for his own good.

"Come on," Jimmy climbs out of the bush and starts sneaking back towards base once the topaz is well out of sight, "they're wondering where you ran off to."

"I didn't run off to anywhere," Joel snaps, trying to keep his hands from shaking, (and failing miserably), "I just- got lost."

"Joel, you know this planet better than the gems who lived here before you."

"It's dark!"

A twig snaps. They each dive under the bushes again, laying as flat as possible. Jimmy raises an eyebrow at him, and Joel glares.

"What?" he hisses, "you've never seen an elite fighter gem get lost in the dark? It's not like I have night vision, Jimmy."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure, yeah."

Joel pokes his head up. The coast is clear. He rolls out of the bush and leaves Jimmy behind to fend for himself, (take that Jimmy), but then he falls into step next to him, one wing whacking him wetly on the head.

"Seriously Joel," Jimmy asks, "where were you?"

Okay, so maybe sometimes Jimmy does press for details. He never follows through though, so Joel doesn't answer. (He doesn't know how to answer.) He shrugs.

They're quiet all the way back to base. Jimmy glares at him for most of it, but he can't bring himself to care. His hands tremble under his cloak. If Jimmy is suspicious, he hasn't mentioned it. They're passing the warp pad, Joel has to act now, act fast, go go go-

"Oh, you know what?" he jumps onto the warp pad, "I've just remembered I was going to do something elsewhere for a bit! I'll catch up with you later, Jimmy!"

"Wh- Joel!" Jimmy protests, but he's already warping, awash in a stream of light that sends him across the planet- away from Jimmy, away from base, away from the palanquin and his problems, and lands at the edge of a roofed forest.

And he runs.

He doesn't know where he's going, (Left, left, left, he's going in circles), feels like he's cornering himself each time he ducks around a giant trunk. He's grateful for his cloak, for the cover of night.

Pink Diamond's gem begins to glow.

"Not yet, My Diamond, please."

He's faster now, (he got a head start), and this time he goes right, dashing around a trunk, and finds himself in a clearing, catching himself before he trips over a stump. Moonlight spills over him as if someone tipped it out of a bucket, filtering through leaves and making the whole clearing glow like a hazy dream.

He takes a step over the stump- then another. Then three more. Pulls off his hood and falls to his knees when his legs finally, finally give out.

Did he really just do that?

He brings his hands in front of him- cupping Pink Diamond's gem in his hands. She's waiting for him. He doesn't know how to explain it- but he knows she's waiting.

He really just did that.

"Oh, what am I doing?" he whispers, pushing one hand through his hair, "I can't- I can't hide a Diamond."

Then, to his horror, she begins to glow.

He yelps- nearly dropping her- and sits in stunned silence as she reforms in front of him- her hair is longer, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her head bowed, her eyes closed.

There she is.

He falls into that familiar diamond salute, tears rolling down his face.

"My Diamond?"

Pink Diamond opens her eyes- they widen when they meet his.

And the world stops breathing.

"Pearl?"

"Joel," he answers, correcting on instinct, then backtracks- "ah, but you don't- you don't have to call me that, it's just the name I picked when- when I came to this plan-”

Her hand brushes lightly against his jaw, and he promptly shuts up. She tilts his head just so, brushes her fingers up along his jaw until she’s cupping his cheek.

"Joel," she whispers, brushing away his tears with her thumb. Her smile is subtle- the moonlight makes her own tears seem to glow- “that’s a good name.”

And he laughs, and he cries, and he drops his salute because she's still His Diamond, even after- after six hundred years-

"Thank you," he says, bringing his own hand up to cup gently around hers, "I was hoping you would like it."

She smiles, real and bright and lovely as ever, then uses her other hand to brush her fingers through his hair, "you changed your hair! It's all black now."

"Not- not all of it!" he says, and uses his other hand to string through his fringe, "this front bit's still green."

“It’s so much longer!” she brushes through it with both hands and playfully swats him in the face with the ends, “are you trying to steal my look?”

“No, no! I just like it long-!” he laughs as she squishes his face between her palms, “My Diamond, please-!”

Grief crashes over them like a tidal wave.

It’s been six hundred years. The garden is different now- what should be the laughter of humans is now singing crickets. Grief and fear morph into one, crushing them on all sides. They imagine this is what gravity feels like to most beings.

They don’t need to breathe, but they gasp for air anyway as they open their eyes, (all four of them), and tears spill onto the grass. The grief settles heavy in their chest, eclipsed by fear, then seemingly melting away- shadowed by- by-

“I missed you,” it whispers, its lower set of arms hugging itself tightly. Its upper set of hands reaches up to wipe away tears. It laughs as its eyes make rain, as fear melts into relief, “I missed you so much.”

It cries- they cry- and they laugh, all four arms wrapping around themself, and relief turns warm and floaty like this planet’s sun, and they’re encompassed by the warmth, by something that feels like- like-

(Stars, there is so much love.)

They tilt their head back- their eyes find the moon. A smile finds their lips. All at once, they’re home.

“Your planet is beautiful,” she whispers like a precious secret, “you-you’ve visited so much of it!”

And love turns giddy, and excited, and suddenly they can’t stay kneeling in the dirt.

“Oh, I wish I could- I wish I could go, right now,” he answers themself, and gets to its feet to search for flowers, picking up right where it left off. Its cape unfurls, drifting lightly behind it in a way that is impossibly comforting.

This is familiar, though this time they aren’t in a boat, or trekking through sand or stuck in an exhibit millions of light years away.

“These flowers will mean more than lily pads, or…dead bushes?” they murmur, then laugh, “it seemed like a good idea at the time! Everyone thought it was amusing, at least.”

Pink, blue, white, yellow-

“It’s a shame there’s no green flowers,” they begin to gather a bouquet, stashing it in their lower set of hands, “it’s alright! The leaves’ll make up for it.”

They find a boulder to sort out their flowers on. The bouquet fits nicely on one side, four hands make quick work. They sit, twisting stems together.

“How did you get to Earth?” she asks, and the fingers on their lower hands link together neatly as the upper two work.

“Etho took me,” he answers. He feels like he’s messing up this crown, but her gentle corrections are helping- (it’s weird, sharing arms)- “he ah- he has some friends, an emerald and a ruby, and they took me to earth.”

They hum, “do you like it here?”

He answers with memories of the first few days on this planet, Impulse’s tour, the three days spent in a little hole in the wall, of his chat with Jimmy, and everything that came after. Latching himself onto a new master, being taught to fight with a sword. Becoming a knight, all the poofing, changing his form. He pauses in the flower crown crafting to show them their gloves- only to be met with the watermelon-mesh that is them together like this.

They laugh, “You can show me later. I’m excited to see.”

And they fall back into memories, into stories- of falling off a cliff and catching himself with fusion. Of meeting Etho again, finally being able to see the gems who took him here after a hundred years. Of choosing his name. Of planting a garden, of taking down Homeworld gems, of fusing with Jimmy, for fun, for pranks, to make fun of Grian, how un-fusing had been sudden, a shock of-

It gently places the now-finished flower crown on its head, and remembers the horrified looks on the guard’s faces.

“Joel,” she whispers, suddenly distant, lower hands wrapping around them again- holding them together- “if there- if there hadn’t been guards-”

It’s her turn for memories now- in a single blink they’re back, sitting in the sunshine of the Human Zoo. He sees himself running away, the five ruby guards who sprinted after him and the two amethysts who stayed behind crowding around them.

Are you alright, My Diamond, they ask, but it can’t hear them. She looked down at her hands, trembling. Moments ago he’d- he’d been looking at her, terrified of her for the first time in a millennia-

“If- if there hadn’t been guards, I-”

He wouldn’t have run.

He wouldn’t have run.

Another tear escapes- it wipes it away, laughing again. It would have been their secret.

They would have fused again.

“I wouldn’t have- I wouldn’t have turned you in,” she whispers, resting her fingers over his gem on their chest, “I missed you.”

Crashing- footsteps. Their head snaps up when an aquamarine appears with several gems in tow. He’s glaring at them.

“I knew it,” Grian hisses, then-

-Joel lands on his back, hard, and scrambles onto his feet.

“Grian- Grian this isn’t wha-”

“It’s exactly what it looks like!” Grian shouts, “you gem-napped a Diamond!”

Joel flinches. Mumbo and Impulse look deeply uncomfortable. Jimmy just looks disappointed.

“Okay, yes, I did do that, but it’s fine, Grian! She can just-”

“She can just what?!” Grian snaps, “Just go back to Homeworld? Fuse with one of our best gems in the force, learn all of our secrets, then go back to Homeworld and report to the other Diamonds? Can she, Joel?”

“When you put it like that-”

“IT’S BAD!”

The air between them is slowly frosting over.

“LOOK I just-” Joel shoves one hand through his hair, gesturing wildly with the other, “I missed her, okay? I wasn’t- I wasn’t thinking ahead!”

Her hand slips into his, giving the tiniest supportive squeeze.

“That’s the problem, Joel! You never think ahead! We get word that Pink Diamond is on-planet and suddenly you’re nowhere to be found!”

“Well, I’m sorry if I care about her more than your little rebellion!”

If he thought the air before was icy- this is an entire tundra. His voice hangs in the air like moments before a snowstorm, and Grian’s glare turns murderous.

Mumbo and Impulse share a glance, readying their weapons. Joel squeezes His Diamond’s hand.

“I mean that,” he realizes, though it’s always, always been true. He’ll fight if he has to. “I care about her more than anything.”

He can see the split second Grian considers bringing out his own weapon, but then Pink Diamond speaks.

“I could be talked into rebellion.”

And time comes to a complete halt.

What.

“E-excuse me?” says Grian.

“Your rebellion against the diamonds,” she smiles, “Joel had a very convincing argument.”

And like the sun at the end of a snowstorm, the tundra between them begins to melt.

“I-I see,” Grian blinks, looking to her, then to Joel, then back to her, “well- ah- welcome aboard, then.”

“Oh- oh! Do I need a disguise? I’ve always wanted to-”

She releases his hand and takes a step back- in one glowing moment she’s Pink Diamond- and the next she’s shorter, her hair curled, her dress shorter, her gem turned inwards to hide the point. When she opens her eyes, you’d never be able to tell she was a diamond.

She does a twirl, throwing her hair back with both hands dramatically, “what do you think?”

“Y-you’re beautiful, My Diamond,” Joel answers immediately, “but are you sure?”

“Of course!” she takes his hand again- much easier now that she’s only a head taller than him instead of three times his size- “I’m terrible at keeping secrets anyway.”

“You’ll need a new name,” Grian tells her. “You can’t be Pink Diamond anymore.”

“Rose Quartz,” she answers, flipping her hair again. Then she frowns. “I want a name like yours and Joel’s.”

“We’ve got some books back at base,” Impulse cuts in, (Joel forgot he was here), “you can pick a name out of those!”

“Your pearl can too,” Grian says, and oh stars, Joel forgot about her pearl-

“I don’t think Pearl will want a new name,” Pink Diamond- no, Rose Quartz-  laughs, “but I’ll talk her into joining the rebellion.”

To that, Grian nods. Tension melts from Mumbo’s shoulders when Grian turns and starts heading back to the warp pad. Impulse offers them a bright smile before heading back himself. Jimmy approaches them, and punches Joel’s arm.

“Hey-!”

“That’s for keeping secrets,” Jimmy says, hands on his hips, “you’re an idiot.”

Joel sticks out his tongue. Jimmy returns the gesture, then offers Rose a diamond salute.

“Lovely to see you again,” he says, then stretches out his arms with the biggest smile on his face, “welcome to Earth!”

“Why thank you, it’s lovely to be here,” she answers, returning his smile. Joel offers his arm and she loops her hand around so he can escort her back to the warp pad, “and it’s lovely to see you as well, Joel thinks of you so fondly.”

“Aww, does he?”

Joel sputters, “no I don’t!”

“He thinks of you like a brother.”

Jimmy puts his hand over his gem and teases, “Aww, Joel, babe.”

“We are not talking about this anymore,” Joel insists.

“Joel talks about you all the time,” Jimmy continues, ignoring him, “at least twice a day since he came to Earth.”

“Aww, Joel!”

“We’re warping now!” Joel insists, “you’re going to ruin my reputation!”

And they laugh, bright as the sun, like siblings, like family, and Joel smiles before they’re all swallowed by a stream of light.

#gemcyt #bit awkward but eh. we chillin :D

[emillyverse]

This is not an update to the Comic, but it still has something to do with it !!!

(call it a little gift for the Wish Rewrite and KoW fandom)

Hello my little stars! How are you?

I mentioned in the last post in the series that I would be traveling for a week or two and that's why I wouldn't be working. Well I'm still traveling Lmao.

It's been a lot of fun, I'm visiting my Prince Charming and family, both of whom I haven't been to in a long time. Still, I couldn't stop thinking about KoW and Wish's Concept Arts. Disney sealed the fate of its fan artists by discarding so much good material, now they are embedded in our minds and we will not be able to rest until we see them realized. This is crazy but it's beautiful to see how much these discarded concepts generated creative potential in the fandom.

Because of all this I couldn't help but make some small sketches! And well, I came to show them here. They are not sketches of Comic panels, but they have something to do with it and I will show the photos and explain how.

This first one, very faded, are Magnificent and Amable's clothes (designed by @uva124, for the characters in @annymation's rewrite of Wish "The Kingdom of Wishes"). The drawings that Aled did are very complex, I don't judge her for that, in fact I thank her, she gave beautiful clothes to the centuries-old Disney villains and they are perfect. I really wish I could draw them with all the details, but I will do everything by hand, alone and seeking a minimally professional quality (I want to be a comic artist/book illustrator one day. This comic is my first step Lmao, and I want to do something that conveys the best I can give at the moment), so I need to make some things easier for myself. The costumes are one of those things.

" Better something simple and well done than complex and poorly done." — This is my motto for this Comic and for my life.

The next sketches are related to aesthetics. I've been watching a lot of "Analyzing the Art" videos of some Disney films and I was inspired to adopt some "Disney Style" features in my arts for this comic (not everything obviously, because I don't want to be sued by Disney lmao).

What you'll see next is me trying to mix this influence with my own style in some KoW character sketches.

(this last art specifically references a meme in which @rascalentertainments tagged me, Thanks for that, by the way! <3 )

(credits to the artist, I don't know who it is because I was just tagged in this meme and I was busy So I didn't look for more information, but I'll leave the post link and you can check the official credits)

Speaking of aesthetics. Anny received Chiara's aesthetic from someone — the north star, "daughter of Aster", created by his magic at the very end of Anny's fanfic. This Aesthetic inspired me to create an aesthetic for Asha and Aster too and these were the results:

What's your favorite?

Lmao, It took a lot of work to make Aster's. There are almost no things for "starboys" on Pinterest.

I'm leaving this up to you to share as you wish, consider it a gift to the fandom!

Lastly, I want to say that the artistic analysis videos They also inspired me to put together a moodboard for KoW and I'll be leaving it here. Not even Anny and Aled know about this and I can't wait to see their reactions! I wish I could print this painting and leave it on the wall, but unfortunately I don't have a printer T-T.

This moodboard is helping me with the artistic direction of colors, style and is a visual motivation to stay active at work.

I hope you like it too!

That's it for today, it's already midnight in Brazil and I should be sleeping instead of posting crazy things on the internet. I'm going to tag my friends and go to sleep, Lmao.

Kisses full of light and stars!

~ Emy

@wings-of-sapphire @flicklikesstuff @frogcoven88 @chillwildwave @gracebethartacc @gracebethartacc @kstarsarts @oh-shtars Come and get your therapies after the anguish caused by certain publications by Anny!

#kingdom of wishes #wish reimagined #wish rewrite #wish 2023 #disney wish #artists on tumblr #asha wish #starboy #starsha #the kingdom of wishes desings #the kingdom of wishes au comic #the kingdom of wishes au #behind the papers? #behind the scenes #aesthetic #scketchbook #scketchs #please write tags for me when reblogging #I am feeling lazy

[stormio2407]

Ello! ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ♥️ Im secretly a big fan of your art work and was wondering if you'll do a tutorial on how you make your art work, I love them all very much 💞

Oh, thank you. 🙇🙇 I’m so glad to hear that! And sure, I can make a tutorial real quick. :))

1.) Before I start doing any art, I do this to my canvas. Having a solid fill layer on color burn with low opacity gives a nice outline effect on your pen. As someone who sucks at putting lineweight at the right spots this is a life saver (or if you want to make your linework better, that works too.lol) All color bases and renderings stay above the lineart layer on multiply (I also use clipping mask a lot for rendering.)

2.) I give myself some time to research for poses on Pinterest. If I can’t find anything, I use Magic Poser on my iPad to make all of the poses.

This is a link for the web version.

Here is also the link to the brushes I always use for my drawings.

I’m going to use this old sketch of Ava with his hair short. For this example, I didn’t find a pose. I only referenced the hair style.

Generally I create the basic shapes for everything- the head, wings, body, etc (hair is kinda the exception to this). I don’t go too deep with adding line weight just yet.

3.) I add the base colors in this step. Sometimes I’ll stop here with my drawings, but with my personal art I continue. I tend to explore a lot of color schemes, so I like seeing how other artists approach this. I can take the longest on this cuz I get so indecisive of what I want. 😅😅

Sometimes if I don’t like my colors overall, I’ll add a solid color layer on Hue at around 30-40% opacity to harmonize every color. This layer stays above all other layers.

4.) Step 4 is a bit of a continuation from 3. Here I start adding more detail with the coloring, and putting those FX that I want. If I want to, like in this example, I also extend the drawing to show other elements, if I feel like the composition is a bit empty.

After this, I take a step back from my iPad and come back to my drawing the next day. Sometimes doing that helps me find obvious mistakes that I wouldn’t have noticed immediately.

5.) Sure enough, I saw the the mistakes on his face, so I fixed them. I prefer using the liquify over the transform tool when I need to retouch some things; it prevents the linework or coloring from looking “choppy” or torn apart with its resolution.

Once I got the final touches done, I send it off !

Don’t know if this is actually considered a tutorial but maybe seeing this process step by step can help a bit. 👏 good luck, and have fun with what you create!

#art #tutorial #ask #sorry I suck at explaining hhhhh

[m1d-45]

-Pari Anon

Pari!Reader gets sad when their leaf mask gets torn. Whether they were playing too rough or Wei (the cat in the inn lobby) tore it, they lost their mask. They have those sad anime eyes (the cutely exaggerated ones). They want to fix it, but no one else knew about that leaf mask.

They stay gloomy for the rest of the day until Xiao comes back.

The next day, they see a little replica of Xiao’s mask made from wood. It was sitting near their nest. When they tried it in, it was light but sturdy. Who could have gotten it for them? How was it so detailed? Who could have known? Oh well. Time to play, little Pari thinks.

Xiao didn’t have the heart to just leave them after he heard them crying when the leaf mask was ripped. He might have put a charm on this one so it wouldn’t break as easily.

[ previous post ]

xiao was better than this. the last yaksha, conqueror of demons, the bane of all evil himself.. searching the plains of liyue well into the night for a suitable piece of wood to carve. it wasn’t for an offering, it wouldn’t be turned into an incense bowl or statue, it was neither for a critical repair or somehow enchanted to be a danger. no, this wood would be used for a far more frivolous purpose: you.

you, who he’d been watching from the roof as you played on the balcony below. you with your mock spear and wei with his paws, uselessly batting at each other in a play fight. he thought it was ridiculous, really—your thin wings would surely bleed beneath any monster’s claws, better you learn to run away from danger—but had watched. it was harmless fun. you ducked behind the potted bonsai for protection, racing around the trunk and likely making the poor cat dizzy, when a harsh rip echoed into the night. you stopped, looking behind you as the two halves of your ‘mask’ fluttered to the floor, torn by one of the branches of the tree. his only thought was that you weren’t hurt, watching as wei tackled you off the pot and onto the floor, but you squirmed free quickly, floating over to the remains… sadly? wei followed, sniffing the leaves, but you didn’t seem interested in playing anymore. you sat by the leaves for far too long, not even moving when wei curled up beside you.

it was nothing. it was a leaf tied around your head with another’s stem, bound to rot and flake away anyway, but you were sulking the next day. he never thought he’d return to his makeshift room and have you not fly up to him with a cloud of chirps, and he quickly decided he didn’t like it. if you were sad you lost your mask, then he’d just have to get you a new one.

he kicked at the remains of a campfire, stomping out the remaining embers. an abandoned adventurer’s camp of some sort, the air free of any malicious warnings. besides the remains of the campfire were a few stray logs, likely spare firewood. he dug through the measly pile, pulling out a log. there was no rot, water damage, no sign of bugs or anything else that would ruin the wood. without another thought, he tucked it under his arm, turning and vanishing into the wind.

he had left when you were already asleep, so he could go straight to his room, but he made a stop first. yanxiao hardly jumped when he turned from the stove, though he did eye the log in his hands strangely.

“what can i get you?”

“i need to borrow a knife.”

“…” he laughed, propping his hands on the table in front of him, and xiao grit his teeth. an adepti, reduced to this… “what, did you lose your spear?”

“of course i didn’t,” he snapped, “but i’m not foolish enough to think i can use a spear to carve wood.”

yanxiao nodded in understanding, reaching into his pocket for a small flip knife. it was barely as long as one of his fingers, the handle a dark wood. “this should do, i think.” he threw the knife underhand, and xiao caught it with ease. the blade flicked out easily, sharp to the touch. “remember to cut away from you, yeah?”

his grip tightened on the knife, leaving without thanks.

safely in the shadow of his room, xiao finally relaxed. one by one, he removed his guards and charms, quietly setting them in their respective places. you were curled up in your bed as always, none the wiser as he stepped out onto the balcony. he sat facing the moon, setting his mask on the floor beside him. again drawing the small knife, he braced the wood in his lap and began to carve.

yanxiao was many things, but a fool he was not. he had heard from verr about your mask tearing yesterday, about how you sat quietly on xiao’s terrace for the rest of the day in a pout. you were a strange guest, certainly, but you were xiao’s. he kept very limited company, and those he lingered around felt his affections quietly.

when flowers had blown off their tables prior to the reception of an important guest, a mysterious bundle of qingxin had found it’s way onto the reception desk to replace them. when the eccentric xianyun had stopped by for a ‘surprise lunch,’ a small note in familiar writing on his table told him her tastes. when your small, flimsy mask tore in two… well, he couldn’t wait to find out.

he worked as usual, trading guesses with verr as he helped ferry plates back and forth. would he fetch you new leaves in perpetuity? fetch new ones from your home nation of sumeru? find a new toy to distract you? neither of them had ever met a pari before, didn’t know what you wanted or needed to thrive, but they entertained themselves with nonsense speculation nontheless.

xiao showing up in his kitchen without warning was nothing out of the ordinary. yanxiao had learned to pick out the shift in air pressure that signaled his arrival, wiping off his hands and putting the washed vegetables aside. the flat expression on his face was also routine, but the log he held most certainly wasn’t. handcarved offerings weren’t all too uncommon in liyue, especially from an adeptus, but he had a feeling it wasn’t for rex lapis or another adepti.

the next question, of course, was what he would carve. verr suggests a wooden mimic of the leaf mask and he can’t hide the way that makes him laugh, his smile wider than usual as he greets customers.

that night, if you stood just quietly enough beneath the upper balcony and the wind blew the right way, you would hear the quiet scrape of wood and metal. and the next morning, if you were anywhere near the inn, you would likely see a bright pari weaving through the levels, eager to show off their brand new mask carved by the hero of dihua marsh himself.

#m1d : [chats] #m1d : [secrets] #pari anon #WHATS UP CHATTERS #IVE HAD THIS ASK FOR 323 DAYS #FEELING GOOD (LIE) #either next up or the one after is the promised fatuiposting because. because. b. because- #pari anon pretty please dont hate me 🙏 #im working on your other asks as we speak xoxo #i finally went through and logged all the asks in my inbox which ive been meaning to do forever #theres like 30+ of them but we ball we ball we ball we ball #feeling motivated n im going to try not to burn myself out again cause ngl? shit sucks #oh also happy 4/20 to those who celebrate

[oliversrarebooks]

The Fairy King and His Real Estate Agent: Smartphone

TW: possessiveness, boundary stomping, truth spell

Benjamin was utterly exhausted.

He'd dealt with particularly annoying clients today, clients who had hated every little superficial detail of every house he had shown them, from the color of accent walls to the knobs used on bathroom cabinets. The type of people who seemed to be violently allergic to anything with the slightest hint of character and whose favorite activity was complaining. 

The end of the day couldn't have come soon enough, and now he sat in his car, letting his song finish before going inside, gathering his thoughts. He'd have a quiet night, at least. A chance to recharge before dragging himself back into the office at 8am sharp tomorrow.

As he slammed his car door, he felt an all too familiar prickling at the back of his neck. Oh, no -- it had to be his imagination, because he was stressed and anxious, surely it wasn't --

"Honeybee!" called a cheerful voice from across the parking lot. "There you are! Finally!"

Benjamin turned to see a young-looking and beautiful man with fiery red hair and golden freckles scattered across his skin like stars. The local fairy king was standing in the middle of his apartment complex parking lot, a sight that no longer remotely surprised him.

Often, when Ember came to visit, he would make small concessions to blend in better with humans, wearing ordinary clothing and hiding his more otherworldly features. Today, he apparently hadn't bothered. He was wearing what could best be described as a floral loincloth, his bare chest was only concealed by a dozen strings of glass beads in every shape and color, and an elaborate flower crown topped his head, right above his pointed ears. He'd hidden his wings, but that was about all.

Sometimes, Benjamin was happy enough to see Ember, enjoying the attention and the flattery and the break from his mundane life. Tonight, he was in no mood to watch his words and appease the fae's capricious whims.

Not that he'd have much choice in the matter.

"I've been looking all over for you! Where have you been?" he demanded, still with a smile on his face.

"I've been working, Ember, you know that. I just got home."

"Ugh, I don't know how you can stand to ride around in a cold metal box," he said, wrinkling his nose at Benjamin's car.

Benjamin sighed. "Look, it's not that I'm not happy to see you --"

"Of course you are! Who wouldn't be?"

"-- but I've had a really long week at work, and I'm very tired, and this might not be the best night for you."

Ember put on his best kicked puppy look. "You haven't even heard why I'm here yet! This is a matter of the utmost importance. The future of my clan might be at stake."

"You said that last time, when you saw a person eating a fancy donut and decided you had to try one."

"How can you say that wasn't important? My well-being is also critical to the future of the clan."

"...Sure."

"But I mean it this time," Ember pressed, stepping close enough to Benjamin that he could smell flowers and earth. "I have something I desperately need to show you. I've even brought a gift to exchange for your help. I'll even pledge a favor to you."

"Well..." Apparently, this really was important to him. A favor owed by the fairy king wasn't something to take lightly.

"Three favors!"

"All right, all right!" When Ember was this determined, no human could stop him. "I'll hear you out. Can we at least go inside? We'll attract too much attention out here." He glanced over to a little old lady exiting her car, who was staring at Ember with a look of unmistakable thirst. She gave Benjamin a thumbs up. He groaned.

"Yes, yes, good thinking. My enemies could be everywhere," said Ember in a conspiratorial whisper. "See that bird?" 

"The black bird sitting on the wires over there? Is that one of your enemies?"

"No, of course not. That's just an ordinary bird. But it could be." He grabbed Benjamin by the wrist and began to pull him towards the building. "Come on, let's go."

Ember's enthusiasm waned as the two entered the elevator, the fairy nervously grabbing at Benjamin's arm. Another metal box. As Benjamin understood it, Ember had a higher tolerance to cold metal and human pollution than most of his kin, which was how he could stand to be here in the outskirts of the city at all, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it.

As soon as Benjamin opened the door to his apartment, Ember flung himself at the pile of cushions that he'd built in the corner on a previous visit. He preferred the pile to the couch, which had the sheer audacity to contain metal springs. Benjamin had given up on dismantling it after each visit, another small concession to the fae invading his life.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" Benjamin offered, despite knowing how critical Ember could be when it came to human food.

Ember was lounging on top of the assorted cushions as though it were his throne. "Do you have anything that doesn't taste like the parking lot smells? Or at least something that has a lot of sugar in it?"

"I have Coke, that's pretty much entirely sugar."

"I'll have that, then." He seemed to be vibrating with anticipation as Benjamin brought the glasses of Coke over and sat them down on the coffee table. He grabbed his glass and sipped, making a comically disgusted face. "Oh, this is absolutely vile!" he said, then took a much larger gulp. "Now, down to leaves and roots. I need to show you what I have."

"Shoot," said Benjamin, kicking back on the couch.

Ember made an elaborate hand gesture, and a flat, dark object appeared in his palm, wrapped in a leather case. "Behold!" he said gleefully. "I've acquired one of those glowing rectangles you humans love so much!"

"A smartphone?" asked Benjamin. "Where did you get that? You didn't steal it, did you?"

"Of course not!" he said, mildly offended. "I traded with a hiker who strayed into my territory. It was definitely a trade."

"And what did they trade the phone for?"

"A bunch of our finest carrots! We've had an excessive bounty this year."

"You're saying a person chose to trade their smartphone for a bunch of carrots?"

"Yes! Well, that and safe passage from my realm. Minor details."

Benjamin pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's technically kidnapping, you know. And extortion, I think."

"Nonsense. She made the deal, and I honored it. I didn't even try to take her name, and I had Echo see her back to her campsite. You know how responsible Echo is."

"Yes, but she made the deal under coercion when she didn't really have a choice."

"It's a better deal than when humans take our land and fill our rivers with oil. At least she got something in return for it." He glared, daring Benjamin to challenge him further.

Benjamin sat back. This argument wouldn't go anywhere good, and as tired as he was, he really didn't want to make his night worse by putting the fairy king in a bad mood. "All right, fine. You have a smartphone. What do you need me for?"

Cheer returned to Ember's face as quickly as it had left. "You have to show me how to use it, of course!" he said, pushing the phone into Benjamin's hands. "You told me before that you can get information from it, more information than is contained in all the human libraries put together. And you said you can communicate with it, faster than birdsong or even wind writing. I want to learn. You have to show me."

Benjamin touched the screen of the phone, confirming his suspicions. "Neither of us can use this phone, Ember. It's locked."

"It's locked? What do you mean?"

"You need a passcode," he said, holding up the screen. "Without it, you can't use it."

"Is it like a riddle? Is it something I can guess?"

"It's a six digit number, and it'll probably wipe itself if you guess wrong too many times, so..."

"So it's impossible, then." Ember crossed his arms and flopped back into the cushions in a huff. "Tricky, diabolical humans! Next time I trade for a phone, I'll have to make sure to get the passcode, too."

"...Taking phones from humans isn't really the same thing as humans taking your land, you know," he said, unable to stop himself from opening his big mouth and picking the fight he didn't actually want. "A lot of us rely on our phones to navigate and communicate. A person could get in real trouble out in the woods with no phone."

Ember was having none of it. "The future of my clan is more important than the well-being of one human. Mastering the phone could give me a big advantage over my rival clans, one they'll never see coming. Besides," he said, leaning in closer. "it'd make talking to you so much easier, wouldn't it?"

Benjamin's breath caught as he thought of Ember actually learning to use a phone. On the one hand, there might be less surprises; on the other hand, he'd no doubt use it to accost Benjamin day and night. He decided to skip the subject. "Sorry I couldn't help you out with it. You know, you don't owe me a gift or any favors, since I couldn't actually unlock the phone."

"No, I intend to pay what I promised." Ember's eyes flashed with danger, and Benjamin realized too late he had implied that the fairy king might not make good on a debt. "I asked for your help, and you gave me the truth. I can tell you did. So I owe you for the service, even if the result was disappointing."

"Right."

"I haven't given you your gift yet," he said, and with a flourish, he was holding a bunch of carrots. 

Of course. He should have seen that coming.

He knew from experience that the carrots would probably taste better than any produce he'd ever get from the grocery store or even a farmer's market. He also knew that they'd be laced with magic. Mildly addictive at least, with a high potential for odd side effects, and the more you ate, the more you'd be bound to the faefolk.

"You know how I feel about fae food," Benjamin said.

"And you know how I feel about humans rejecting my gifts," Ember countered. "Besides, carrots are good for you! Why not just eat them?"

"You know why. The food binds humans to the fae realm."

Ember scoffed. "The magic is far less potent in the middle of the humans' domain. It'll hardly do a thing. Besides, would that be so bad, to be bound to my realm instead of this one? I know you enjoy your time there. Don't pretend you don't."

It wasn't as though he hadn't thought about it.

It wasn't as though he didn't think about it a dozen times even on good days, every day since his kidnapping and brief captivity by Ember's clan. He'd think about it when he dragged himself out of bed to go to work each morning. He'd think about it when he was stuck in traffic. He'd think about it when some client acted like they would die if they bought a home with an insufficiently large kitchen island.

He'd close his eyes and remember laying back in the soft grass of a forest clearing and looking up at the stars, bathing perfectly clear and crisp water, adorning his hair with flowers, being pulled into a dance in a field at midnight. How Ember had laughed, how warm his hands were, the mesmerizing glint of his wings.

He wanted it.

But he knew it would be fleeting. Surely a fairy king wouldn't remain interested in him for long. Ember would get bored of him and he'd be nothing more than a discarded toy -- or worse, pressed into servitude for his clan. And Benjamin had put so much effort, so many grueling hours, into building the life he had. He couldn't trade something so important for a bunch of carrots.

"I don't want to regret it," he said simply.

Ember was not impressed. "Humans like you are always thinking about regrets, like you can see the future, when you don't even have proper soothsayers," he scoffed. "I don't worry about regrets, because I already know I'm doomed."

Benjamin knew exactly what he was talking about. When Ember had first taken the throne many decades ago, a revered soothsayer of his folk had come to the coronation. She'd predicted wealth and prosperity, a great bounty preceding the inevitable, slow decline of all of fae kind -- an event they called the Long Winter. Ember was supposed to be the last of his line, and despite his outward frivolity, Benjamin knew it weighed heavily on him.

"You're doomed, too, you know," Ember added.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Benjamin, wondering if it was an uncharacteristically naked threat.

"You're mortal, aren't you? All mortals are doomed. Condemned to die on the day you're born," he said, as casually as if he were discussing the weather. "You're like a cherry blossom, or a wave crashing against the shore, only existing for a brief moment. A brief moment you could be spending with me, in my realm, before it's too diminished for even humans to enjoy."

Benjamin wanted it.

"I can't," he said.

"Don't lie to me, Bee. I don't lie to you," he said. "You can. But you won't."

"I won't, then," said Benjamin.

For a moment, the tension and silence between them was thick enough that Benjamin could feel the magic crackling off of him. And then it passed.

"You should at least eat the carrots," said Ember. "They'll help with your eyesight, since you clearly can't tell how beautiful I am. If you admired me properly, you couldn't possibly resist."

"This has nothing to do with finding you beautiful," Benjamin protested.

Ember grinned, and in a split second, he was in Benjamin's personal space, practically pinning him against the couch. "So then you do find me beautiful. As you very well should."

Benjamin's face heated as he tried to think of a response that didn't make him sound like a flustered mess. Ember decided to make the problem worse by running his fingers through Benjamin's hair and down his jawline, his touch delicate.

"You're tired, aren't you," he said, tracing his thumbs under Benjamin's weary eyes.

No point in denying that. "Yeah."

"I owe you three favors. Cash one in, and I can take your fatigue away, at least for a little while."

Benjamin couldn't help but lean into the soft touch, his affection starved body soaking it up. Ember had caught his weakness, and he knew it, too, his eyes bright, his grin growing wider and wickeder. 

"Look, Ember, I don't want to do anything too..."

"Oh, don't worry, human, I won't violate your precious integrity," he said. "And I won't take you away from here. I'll just massage your shoulders, to relieve the tension." Ember rubbed at Benjamin's scalp to demonstrate, and it felt divine.

"A massage and that's all?" said Benjamin, resolve crumbling.

"A massage and the pleasure of my company."

"Okay." 

He really was doomed. Ember was right about that, as he was far too often.

Faefolk were far more casually intimate with each other than humans on the whole were. That was something Benjamin had observed when he'd been captured by them. They freely touched, danced, cuddled, and caressed each other, and even characteristically slept in large piles. This knowledge was also what shielded Benjamin's psyche from acknowledging how close he'd become to the fairy king.

Sure, they'd exchanged gifts, and he'd taken Ember on outings that one could reasonably consider to be dates, and they were intimate in ways that Benjamin normally wouldn't allow outside of a romantic partner...

...but Ember would discard him any minute now, he was sure. And getting so attached to a fairy king was a terrible idea, as anyone with sense would remind him. And a million other good reasons he had that were suddenly hard to remember when Ember was trying to charm him.

"Off with that terrible shirt, Honeybee." Ember's nimble fingers were working the buttons with the speed of a hummingbird's wings.

"I don't think this shirt is terrible. I like it, actually," said Benjamin, allowing it to happen.

"It's scratchy, and it's full of nasty chemicals. There's even long-dead creatures in it, somehow! I can't believe this is what passes for clothing among humans."

Benjamin shrugged the shirt off his shoulders. "Better or worse than the soda?"

"Terrible in different ways," said Ember. 

Benjamin might have asked him to elaborate, but Ember's hands had found his shoulders, and he was flooded with endorphins as his skilled touch worked the knots around his neck. His mind went hazy with the pleasure, and suddenly he was quite content with the fact that Ember had visited instead of having a quiet night to himself.

The beads around Ember's neck clicked softly as he worked. "In my opinion, there's no reason you should be wearing a shirt at all."

"I don't think my clients would appreciate that."

"Clearly they don't appreciate art, then."

"Oh, they really don't."

Benjamin sank in bliss as Ember worked around his spine, nimble and warm like sunbeams. He couldn't help but relax into it, his tired eyes blinking slowly and his head swimming. He could feel gentle fingers trace symbols along his back, and he suspected Ember was casting some kind of spell on him, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care. Ember murmured a few words in his native language, which always sounded more like a song than words. So easy to float away on, filling his head with the smell of the forest after a rainstorm and the feel of soft clover under his feet.

"So, honeybee," said Ember, his voice low in Benjamin's ear, "tell me the real reason you continue to spurn my affections."

"I'm scared." The words tumbled out of his mouth without Benjamin's input. A truth spell. So that's what it was. "I'm scared that none of this is real. That I'm a toy that you'll abandon someday."

Ember's finger traced down his spine, making him shiver. "Bold words, considering how notoriously fickle mortals can be. But go on, do."

He couldn't stop himself. "I'm scared... because I always do the responsible thing. Take a job I hate to make money. Work long hours to get promoted. Buy a sensible car and live in a modest apartment. Forget about my art. Survive," he said. "I don't just do things because I want them."

Ember's finger traced a lazy circle on his lower back. "But you do want."

Benjamin could only barely choke back the impulsive thing that rose in his throat, the tide of need. "I think you know," he said. "I just don't want to be hurt."

"Your regrets will also hurt," said Ember. "You don't think it will hurt when age claims you, when your fire has been extinguished, when you remember a summer that will never come again, and recall all the things you wanted to do but didn't?"

It was hard to imagine. All his anxious mind could see was a near future where he'd made some fatal mistake, done everything wrong, ruined the life he'd spent so much time and effort and blood and tears building. He'd spent so much time escaping from his family that even now, he barely bothered to look at what was on the other side of the prison. Not being in prison was enough.

Ember couldn't be more different. He had the love and respect of his people, a world filled with beauty and creativity and debauchery and joy. He was always looking to drink in as much of it as possible, as though pleasure now could stave off the inevitable doom.

Maybe it could, and he just couldn't bring himself to reach out and claim it.

"I can't," he said.

"Lying, again? Even now?"

"I'm not lying. I can't," said Benjamin. "I can't -- yet."

"Yet."

"Yet." He knew what it meant  to speak that word to a fairy king for whom words were both law and currency. It was a promise, one that Ember would certainly hold him to.

Ember leaned over, resting his cheek on Benjamin's shoulder. "What are the conditions, then?"

"Time."

"A valuable thing. A steep price to pay. What do I get in return, if I give you time?"

Benjamin should have been expecting this, but in the haze of endorphins brought on by the massage and Ember's magic, his brain wasn't firing on all cylinders. What was something the fae wanted that wasn't him? 

"A phone," he blurted. "I can get you your own phone, set it up to work for you."

Ember sat up, clearly interested. "I do want that. You know where I can procure one?"

"Well, the phone store..."

"You'll take me to the phone store, and negotiate with the humans there for a phone I can use?" he said, eyes shining. "And in exchange, I give you time?  Time for me to pursue you? Time for your obvious desire for me to grow to unbearable levels?"

Benjamin swallowed hard, every alarm bell ringing. "Well, I --"

Ember pulled him backwards into an embrace, warm hands against his chest and lips tickling his ear. "I accept your offer."

It was increasingly difficult to think with Ember's flirtations, and Benjamin was still uncertain about what did and did not count as binding when it came to the faefolk, but he was reasonably sure he'd locked himself into this the moment he'd offered the phone. "All right," he said. "Meet me here at noon Saturday." He could hear Ember's frown, and immediately amended. "Meet me in two sunrises, when the sun is high overhead."

"I'll be there. I won't forget," he said. "And you'll keep your promise as well."

"Of course."

"So reliable. That's one of the reasons you'd make a most excellent consort, you know. You could make all the schedules and lists and plans you want, but instead of doing it in an office, you could do it entangled in flowers at my feet."

"And then I could watch as you gleefully tear the schedules and lists and plans up."

His laugh was like bells. "You understand perfectly," he said, falling over into Benjamin's lap. "But in truth, the harvest preparations are weighing heavily on my mind. It takes so much time, time that could be better spent charming you, or at least creating our matching outfits for the harvest ball."

Benjamin sighed. "I'm sorry, Ember, I don't really have time for -- did you just say matching outfits?"

"Yes, they're going to be splendid! I've been gathering the finest of the sunflowers and fallen leaves. I'll even make sure your nether regions are covered, since I know that's important to your kind for some reason."

"I -- don't --" Any relaxation from Ember's shoulder rub had gone. "I didn't agree to this. This is the first time you've brought this up. You didn't even invite me."

"Oh, yes. The harvest ball will occur half a moon from the moment when the roundest pumpkin will be plucked, and you must attend."

"How the hell am I supposed to know when -- never mind, it doesn't matter, because I definitely did not agree to this."

"Don't worry! You'll be there." Ember's eyes sparkled.

"That is not what I'm worried about. You can't just decide things like that for me"

"I haven't decided anything! I just know that you're going to be there," he said, sitting up. "Anyway, it's getting dark. I had better return to my crucially important duties before I'm missed. We're spinning spider's webs tonight, and if they aren't dyed exactly the right shades of violet, my subjects' clothes will be drab and disappointing."

"That sounds like a real emergency."

"Yes, you understand," said Ember with the utmost seriousness as he opened the window and made a low, haunting bird call. "I'll see you at the phone store, my honeybee. I'll bring the finest of the early harvest flowers and fruits to negotiate with."

"That really won't be necessary. Or helpful." 

But Ember wasn't listening, because a mourning dove had answered his call. He turned and winked at Benjamin, and in a flash he was a few inches tall and on the back of the bird. Benjamin went to the window and watched as he flew into the sunset, and then flopped back down onto his couch.

He'd agreed to take Ember to the phone store. What had he been thinking? The answer was that he wasn't, that whatever whammy Ember had cast on him had diminished his better judgement. He should've just offered to buy Ember a phone from the internet to stop him from kidnapping hikers, but no. Now he was committed, and going back on a promise to the fairy king was an even worse idea than taking him to a store.

Benjamin's gaze traveled to the carrots sitting on the table. He shouldn't. He knew he was already starting to get addicted to the food of the fae realm, and the harvest ball would only make that worse -- because he already knew in his heart he'd end up going. All the more reason not to touch them, to throw them out.

But it'd been a long day.

He picked up a carrot and ate it without even washing or skinning it. It was more delicious than it had any right to be.

Masterlist

There will likely be more of these two when I get my ideas together for them! Let me know if there's anything you'd like to see.

#faefolk #fae #faerie #possessive #unhealthy relationships #light angst #whump #fairy king

[honeypiehotchner]

We Used To Be In Love (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part two

I know it’s late but I want to post this already soooo hi

This series is quickly becoming another favorite of mine😭 I listened to “From Austin” by Zach Bryan basically on repeat while I wrote this one. Don’t you dare listen to it and imagine it from 18-year-old!Hangman’s POV (do it, it’s so sad)

Summary: You and Jake were high school sweethearts, on track to get married and have a family. When Jake left for basic training for the Navy, he decided you had to be left behind. What neither of you knew was that he left two behind, not just one.

Warnings: angst angst angst

WC: 3.3k

After dropping Amelia and Belle off at school, you run some errands before deciding to head into The Hard Deck to do a little bit of cleaning. Penny told you not to open the bar while she’s gone, to give yourself a vacation, too, but you need something to do.

When you pull into the parking lot, Jake is already there.

It takes everything in you not to turn around and leave.

“What are you doing here?” you ask. Maybe it’s a little harsh, but you genuinely want to know.

“I wasn’t thinking about Penny closing the bar while she’s gone with Maverick,” Jake explains. “What are you doing here?”

He says it in the same tone, which you deserve, you guess. “Cleaning. Kind of. Penny told me not to come in, but I’m bored.”

“Can I help with anything?”

There’s the old Jake you used to know. “Sure,” you decide to take him up on his offer. “You can mop.”

You expect a snide remark, but instead, he shrugs and says, “Just show me where everything is.”

You hate mopping, so you’re not about to turn him down. “Alright. Follow me.”

Jake, surprisingly, keeps his distance while you unlock the door and head inside, showing him the supply closet in the back room. He never was good about personal space, but back then, you never minded. You wanted him in your personal space.

“We have one of these fancy ones,” you say, handing him the Swiffer whatever-it’s-called. “Penny hates the old mops with a passion.”

“Can’t say that I blame her,” Jake replies.

“Oh right,” you laugh, remembering the story he once told you. He was doing chores in the ROTC wing and the bucket kept falling over, spilling the dirty water everywhere. It didn’t matter that it was his second mop of the floor, he had to start over from the beginning. Each time it spilled. Which was four times. “You were fuming that night.”

“I was livid,” he remembers, laughing with you. “Remember I showed up at your house?”

“At ten p.m.! My dad nearly shot you!”

“I just laid down on the front porch, I didn’t care.”

“I remember,” you chuckle. “He knocked on my door and told me to fix you. I don’t know what he thought was wrong, but he didn’t want to know.”

“I looked like death.”

“I remember!” you laugh harder, forgetting that detail.

“You poked me with a stick!”

“You weren’t moving!”

The two of you can’t keep yourselves from laughing, no matter how hard your stomachs and faces hurt from it. It’s refreshing. And you hate the way that reality comes wading back in, ruining the moment.

“Well,” you pause awkwardly. “At least there’s no bucket to turn over this time.”

“Yeah,” he says, grabbing the mop. “At least there’s that.”

You head back out to the main area to unload the dishwasher and reload it with the leftover dirty glasses from yesterday. You make sure to check for chips and dry all of the water droplets before putting them away.

Jake begins mopping, taking some time to figure out how the hell to work the Swiffer. He jumps when he presses a button and water sprays out from the front of the mop. You snicker quietly to yourself, not looking up, but you know he heard you.

“Do you want something to drink?”

He glances over his shoulder at the clock on the wall. “It’s a little early for that, ain’t it?”

“I meant water. Or coke,” you laugh. “Though, I’ve started drinking earlier than this before.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely not,” you deadpan. “There’s no time for drinking with a kid running around.”

“Ah,” he nods. “Right.”

Once again, reality just…makes things worse.

“I’ll take a coke,” he finally says. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you murmur, pouring a glass for the both of you. “The uh-- The Jukebox works if you want to play something. I made Penny put some country albums in there.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he says, making a beeline for the box. “I never really checked it out while we were here.”

“Now I find that hard to believe.”

“Rooster was always on the piano,” he shrugs. “Or someone already had something playing here. Mostly rock. George Strait! I--”

He freezes, and you do too.

Every couple has an artist, or a song, and George Strait was yours and Jake’s. It’s what you both grew up listening to, and what you slow danced to every chance you had. What you blasted in the car on every drive, whether it be to school, prom, the Navy ball, or even just to get food. George was the soundtrack to your relationship. Even after it ended.

He turns around, frowning regretfully.

“It’s fine,” you say, even though it’s not.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“I know, Jake, you’ve said that many times already.”

“Do you still listen to George?”

“Sometimes,” you admit. “But I had Penny put him in there because everyone knows him. Don’t get any ideas.”

“I’m not, I just--” He pauses, shifting the mop from one hand to the other. “I listened to our song almost every day.”

Our song. He means “Carrying Your Love With Me” which you used to find endearing, but now it just makes you mad.

“Well it was a lie, wasn’t it? So.”

He’s silent.

“Can you just finish mopping?” you ask, but it comes out as a demand. “I need to head out soon to run more errands before I get the girls from school.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says, forgetting the jukebox and his glass of coke entirely.

The two of you work in silence, and once he’s done mopping, he puts the mop away, and leaves.

You lean over the bar and rest your forehead against the counter, taking deep breaths. You can’t let him rattle you like this. You can’t let your daughter see you this way, especially not while she has her best friend over. These are supposed to be two weeks of endless fun for her and Amelia.

But you’ll have to ruin the fun at some point, won’t you? Jake will want to meet Belle -- officially meet her. And he’ll want to tell her the truth. He’ll want her to know that he’s her dad. You want her to know, you think. In truth, you haven’t thought about it much.

Raising a teenager into today’s world is slightly easier in that it isn’t hard to explain non-traditional parenting. It was easy to explain why Jake wasn’t in the picture. “Some kids have a mom and a dad, some have two moms, some have two dads, some have one dad, and some, like you, have just one mom.”

Belle didn’t question it. You had worked yourself up over the conversation, and she merely shrugged her shoulders and said, “Okay.” And that was that. She never brought him up again. She went around telling people, “Oh, I just have a mom.”

Of course, then some adults asked if you had a sperm donor or something, but Belle has never been that curious. (Or rude, because god, it’s no one’s business but yours.)

She has grown up accepting and being content with having one mom. You don’t know how badly the truth will throw a wrench in things.

Will she be angry with you? For keeping her father from her? Or will she shrug and accept it again? Or will she be angry with Jake? Will she want nothing to do with him? Or will she accept him with open arms and you’ll have no choice but to welcome him wholly back into your life?

Or, perhaps even more terrifying, are you ready to admit that you want him to be back in your life?

+++

You don’t see or hear from Jake for two days. Foolishly, you let yourself believe he must be back in Texas by now, maybe getting another earful from his mom. God forbid your dad finds out that Jake knows now. He’s been waiting for Jake to know so he could give him more than an earful about breaking your heart and putting you in this situation.

Rooster shows up unannounced at your house, and the only reason you know he’s there is because he comes in the house with Belle and Amelia over each shoulder like two sacks of potatoes.

“Mom!” Belle screams, but she’s giggling. “Rooster’s here!”

“I see that,” you laugh, walking out of the kitchen to greet them in the living room. “Really, Brad?”

“What?” he grins. “They jumped on me.”

“Girls,” you shake your head. “I’m glad you’re strong enough to hold them.”

“This is nothing,” Rooster says. “Look, I can even jump--”

“Okay, okay,” you stop him, eyeing the very fragile things all around him. “Outside. Put them down if you’re going to be in here.”

“Fine, mom,” Rooster teases, bending down to set the girls down on their feet.

Bad mistake, though, because then Belle and Amelia take it upon themselves to tickle him relentlessly before he has any chance to stop them.

“Hey-- Hey! Not fair!” He darts outside and the girls take off after him, across the front lawn and to the backyard.

They’re already a handful, but with Rooster around, he just encourages them. You love it, though. You love seeing the joy on their faces.

Soon, they come back inside, Belle and Amelia panting like they’ve just ran a marathon. As the girls guzzle some water, Rooster leans against the counter, not even winded.

“What are you doing for dinner?” he asks.

You give him a weird look. “No plans yet…why?” You put your hands on your hips. “What do you want?”

“A few of us were getting together for dinner,” he shrugs. “Thought I’d extend the invitation.”

“Hm,” you nod slowly. “Who is ‘us’?”

“Hangman, Phoenix, me,” Rooster says, ticking off each name on his fingers before gesturing around the kitchen. “And you guys, if you want.”

“Where are we eating?” Amelia asks.

“We were thinking pizza,” Bradley says.

And just like that, you have lost the argument. Teenagers and pizza: there’s no separating them.

“Alright, go get ready, then,” you cave, unable to stop smiling when the girls cheer. “The sooner you get cleaned up, the sooner we can go.”

“Do we have time to do our makeup?” Belle asks.

“Of course,” you nod. “We don’t have time for a whole concert, though.”

The girls groan, but they know you’re right. Belle had to learn it from somewhere. She grew up watching you take forever to get ready because you played music and made a whole concert out of it. She started doing the same last year when she asked for some makeup.

Once they’re upstairs, you hear the shower turning on.

Rooster hears, too, and chuckles. “It’ll be a while, huh?”

“Probably,” you reply. “At least an hour.”

“That’s fine with me,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. “So.”

You raise an eyebrow. “So?”

“What’s the story with you and Hangman?”

You shrug your shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant as you go back to cleaning up the kitchen. You left a mess in here after breakfast and only just now have gotten around to cleaning up. “We grew up in Austin together. That’s the story.”

“Oh, come on.”

“What?”

“There was too much,” he gestures toward you in big circles, “going on for that to be it.”

You laugh, maybe at his gesture, or maybe from how awkward this is. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“The rest of the story,” he presses. “Did you two date?”

“Maybe.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.”

“Brad. It’s nothing.” You spin around, shrugging again, wanting this conversation to die. “We dated. He broke up with me. That’s it. That’s the story.”

“He broke up with you?” Rooster asks, his face an expression of utter disbelief.

“Yeah?”

“Wow. He’s an idiot.”

“Thanks,” you snort. “But I knew that already.”

“Wait, so,” Rooster continues, and you see it as it happens. You see him connect the dots, and all you can do is watch in horror as it dawns on him. Realization washes over his face. His eyes widen. Then narrow. Then soften. “Wait,” he whispers.

“Yep,” you reply. You don’t even need to ask.

“Really?” he says, keeping his voice quiet. “Does he know?”

“Yeah,” you nod, taking a deep breath. “He found out at the party.”

“Oh, shit,” Rooster pushes himself off the counter. “So that’s what’s been wrong with him.”

“What?” you question, defensiveness already creeping into your bones. “What’s been wrong with him?”

“He’s just been…off,” Rooster says. “I figured he must’ve been dealing with something, but this?”

“It was his decision to leave me right before he went to basic,” you snap, not meaning to, and regretting it when you see Rooster straighten up. “Sorry. It-- He and I have talked about it already. I guess I just didn’t expect him to…show his feelings about this, I guess.”

“Damn,” Rooster laughs loudly. “He hasn’t changed much since high school, has he?”

“He’s changed a lot more than you know,” you murmur. And then, because curiosity gets the best of you, you ask, “Has he said anything to you?”

“About what?” Rooster asks. “About you? Oh, yeah. He said you two had a past.”

“Gotcha,” you nod. And that combined with the party just set Rooster’s curious nature on fire, so he had to come poking around here for answers from you.

“How awkward is dinner going to be?” Rooster grimaces. “I knew-- Okay, maybe I invited you for a reason and that reason was to see if he might cheer up or something, but with Belle too?”

“Oh, they’ll want their own table,” you wave his worry away, and yours -- hopefully. “They do every time.”

“Teenagers, man,” Rooster laughs. “Never thought I’d see the day I wasn’t cool enough for them.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Hey, since you’re here, put this up for me so I don’t have to climb on the counter.”

+++

When you walk into the pizza joint, Amelia and Belle immediately go to find their own table. Within eyesight of where you’re sitting, of course, because that’s the rule, but still separate from you.

They end up in a booth against the opposite wall of the restaurant. Out of earshot, naturally, because teenagers like their privacy. It used to bug you, but tonight you couldn’t be more grateful.

Hangman and Phoenix are already there, sitting next to one another, both in casual clothes. The green jealousy monster rears her ugly head within you, but you quickly quiet it down. This isn’t high school. And Jake isn’t yours anymore.

You sit next to Rooster, directly across from Jake. The two of you share an awkward smile.

The silence is almost just as bad until Phoenix (bless her) saves the day.

“Rooster didn’t tell us you were coming, but I’m glad you did,” she smiles. And for a moment, you want to murder Rooster. “I feel like we never really got to share embarrassing stories about Hangman.”

“I don’t have embarrassing stories,” Jake retorts.

You scoff. “Like hell you don’t.”

“She has the same southern drawl,” Phoenix says, shoving Hangman’s shoulder.

“His used to be worse than it is,” you chuckle, remembering high school Jake. Born and raised in Austin, he talked like a true Texan. He’s been gone and elsewhere for so long now that his accent has mostly dissipated, but you still hear it.

“Worse?” Phoenix says incredulously.

“Hey,” Jake interjects, feigning hurt. “I happen to love my southern drawl.”

“Where’d it go, then?” you quip, not intending to sound as combative as you do.

“Mom asks me that every time I talk to her,” Jake replies quietly, holding eye contact with you. “She says it’s a sign I need to come home.”

You hum. “I’d listen to her if I were you.”

If there’s one thing that has always been unwaveringly true about Jake Seresin, it’s that he is a momma’s boy, through and through. He listens to her every word. Your comment strikes a chord deep within him, and you’re well aware.

Before the conversation can veer toward anything else painfully awkward, the waitress comes over to take your orders.

After ordering for your table, you let the waitress know that you’re getting Amelia and Belle’s bill, too.

“Oh, also, I’m paying for the two teenagers over there,” you point to the girls. “I’m the mom.”

The waitress nods. “Gotcha. Do you know what they want?”

“They change their minds,” you smile. “And they’ll feel better if you let them order.”

“Ah, I see,” the waitress understands. “I’ll get these put in.”

“Thanks,” you say, and Rooster echoes you, eyeing the waitress a little too hard. You raise an eyebrow at him after she’s walked away. “Are your eyes stuck?”

He shifts his gaze toward you, sheepish. “What?”

“Nothin’,” you laugh. “You want me to ask her out for you?”

Rooster fake-laughs, his cheeks turning red. “Real funny.”

“You love me.”

“I hate you.”

“Same thing,” you shrug, grabbing your glass of water to take a sip. Your eyes meet Jake’s and he’s staring hard. “Are your eyes stuck too?”

Jake shakes his head slowly, but holds eye contact. “Nope.”

You decide to change subjects before this can get any worse. “So, Phoenix, what’s it like having to deal with these two all the time?”

She laughs. “It’s a pain.”

Both Rooster and Hangman make faces and look at Phoenix.

“But it’s been great,” she adds. “We’re like siblings now.”

“I know that feel,” you chuckle. “Rooster is the little brother I never knew I wanted.”

Rooster snorts. “Little brother. I’m older.”

“By one year.”

“Exactly.”

“So? Fuck off.”

“See what I deal with?” Rooster asks.

“I have to deal with you terrorizing Belle and Amelia, so arguably, I put up with worse,” you retort. “You almost broke a vase earlier.”

“You say that every time.”

“Because it happens every time.”

Phoenix laughs as she listens to the two of you bickering like children. Jake, on the other hand, looks ready to kill Rooster. You’ve just said Rooster is like a brother to you, though, so you don’t know what Jake’s problem is.

Regardless, you’re not Jake’s anymore. He doesn’t get to be jealous, whether it’s justified or not. That ship sailed a long time ago.

The waitress comes by with refills and Rooster gets over himself, beginning to flirt with her, and she’s loving every second of it. You and Phoenix share a few looks as he continues his sweet talk.

Before anyone can razz him about his flirting, Belle and Amelia come up to your table looking for quarters.

“Shit, guys, I totally forgot,” you mutter. You always forget this place has an arcade. “Anyone have any quarters?” you ask the table, hoping someone will.

Rooster pulls a nickel out of his pocket and you snort. Phoenix doesn’t have any change on her, and Hangman is digging through his wallet.

“There’s a machine back there for cash,” he says, handing Belle and Amelia each a $5 bill. “That should be enough.”

You open your mouth to protest because that’s more than enough and he did not have to do that, but the girls are already running off.

Jake quietly folds his wallet and shoves it in his back pocket.

“Thank you,” you murmur. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s not a problem. I know how gut wrenching it is to not have anything for the arcade.”

That brings another sweet memory to mind, when Jake spent all night in the arcade trying to get you a ring. You had said it looked cute, and Jake made it his mission to win it for you.

He seems to be remembering that night, too, because he has that same look in his eyes. But neither of you say anything. You don’t need to.

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