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fics-and-quotes-andthelike · 14 days

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Doubt

Title: Doubt

Pairing: Alastor x reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)

Word Count: ~2,881

In which the reader inadvertently lets her feelings slip, and she finds out what she really means to Alastor.

Warnings: Slight angst, Fluff, A cuss word in there somewhere, ooc Alastor maybe

When the Radio Demon himself had asked you out to dance, how could you possibly have said no? After all, he wasn’t just the Radio Demon to you, he was Alastor - the man who had saved you from a life of imprisonment after you had naively sold your soul to the Vees, who had brought you back to Charlie’s Hotel, and who had since become one of the most trusted people in your life.

Even now, you weren’t exactly sure what had drawn Alastor to you all those years ago. Whenever you asked, he was quick to change the subject or deflect.

Not that you would ever complain, of course. Alastor had saved your life and demanded nothing in return, save for you staying away from the Vees’s territory, which you were only so happy to do.

Once you had settled into the hotel, you had found yourself a real family. One who watched your back and hugged you when things got hard. One who loved you despite your past and your flaws. One who didn’t abandon or use you.

All in all, your life here was better than your life when you were alive. You couldn’t wish for anything more.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Now, as you rifled frantically through your closet, you couldn’t help but wish that Alastor had given you a bit more warning before your outing.

He had approached you only half an hour prior, materializing in your room and grabbing your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles before straightening and asking if you would do him the honor of accompanying him to his old friend Mimzy’s club tonight.

You’d said yes, of course. Who would ever deny a night out? And how hard could it be to get ready in only an hour?

Exceedingly difficult, as it turned out.

Your rummaging became increasingly desperate as you searched your closet in vain, throwing dresses, shirts, blouses, and everything else that you owned on the floor as you discarded them. You were going out with Alastor, after all. You had to make a good impression.

You were stopped by a sudden knock at the door.

“Come in,” you called over your shoulder.

You listened as someone’s light footsteps entered your room. “Geez, dollface, was there a break-in or something?” The voice’s tone changed from confusion to amusement. “Or are ya finally burning all of your clothes so I can take you shopping?”

You huffed in indignation and spun to face Angel Dust, hands on your hips. “My closet is fine, thank you. I’m just-” you looked back at your empty closet and sighed, dropping your hands to your sides. There was no way you would be ready in the next half an hour without some help.

You turned back to face Angel, a sheepish grin on your face. “I don’t have time to go shopping, but I’ll let you give me a full makeover tomorrow if you help me get ready to go dancing at Mimzy’s club tonight.”

Angel smirked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned back against your doorframe. “A full makeover? You going on a date or something?”

“I’m going out with Alastor.”

His smile only grew in size. “Going out with Smiles tonight, huh?” He glanced down at your discarded pile. “I guess I can put something together. How much time do I have to work my magic? A few hours?”

You flushed, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Can you make me presentable in the next thirty minutes?”

Angel waved his hand dismissively before grabbing your hand and leading you straight out of your room and across the hall to his own bedroom. “Of course I can, sweetcheeks, that’s nothing. I’ll have you ready in a jiff.”

You smiled appreciatively as Angel led you swiftly to his vanity and sat you in his chair. “I owe you one,” you promised.

He gave you a wink. “You don’t owe me nothing, sweetheart. Just sit back and let me work.”

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True to his word, Angel managed to have you brushed up and looking like a princess in less than half an hour. To be honest, you were pleasantly surprised when you saw the finished look.

Not that you ever doubted Angel’s skills, of course, but where you had expected a bold face of makeup and a showy dress that followed today’s trends, he had gone in a vastly different direction.

Your makeup looked much more natural than you thought Angel was capable of. Your eyeshadow was dark, but subtle. Your eyeliner was winged, of course, and he had painted your lips a dark shade of red. The best part of the ensemble, though, was that he had dressed you in a surprisingly 50s looking modest black dress that he had had in his closet ‘just in case’. All in all, you had to admit that it was better than anything you could have ever put together.

You spun in front of his full length mirror. “I love it,” you said quietly, unable to stop the grin that spread across your features.

“Of course ya do,” Angel replied from his place on the edge of his bed. Fat Nuggets had taken up residency in his owner’s lap, and both of them were watching you with smug glee.

Well, as smug as a pig could get, anyway.

“And if I ain’t mistaken,” Angel continued, “Your date started five minutes ago. You should probably stop spinning and start walking.”

You stopped admiring your reflection and flushed. “I’m that late?” You walked backwards towards the bedroom door. “Thank you Angel, I owe you, really. See you later!”

The sound of Angel Dust chuckling kindly followed you across the hall as you quickly closed the door to your own room behind you.

A voice sounded out of the darkness. “Ready now, are we?”

You jumped at the sound and whirled around, flicking your lights on and staring in surprise when you saw Alastor perched on the edge of your bed.

“You know, my dear, it really is bad manners to…”

The demon trailed off when he finally caught sight of you.

You suddenly felt exceedingly self conscious as his eyes started to roam over your ensemble. It was 50s inspired, sure, but what if Alastor found it offensive? What if he thought it was laughable? What if he hated it? What if -

You stepped back as Alastor melted into the shadows and reappeared directly in front of you. His eyes studied your face almost curiously.

“Angel helped,” you piped nervously. “I couldn’t have done it on my own.”

“Nonsense,” Alastor replied as he raised a hand. He gently grasped your chin in his fingers and tilted your head from side to side. “The outfit you wore when I asked you to join me would have sufficed.”

You scoffed, pulling your chin back and looking down at the floor. “We’re going to Mimzy’s club, Al. I couldn’t have just shown up in a random shirt and pants.”

A clawed hand tilted your face back up to meet Alastor’s. You gasped in surprise when you saw that the two of you were practically nose to nose. “I do hope you haven’t finally started to doubt me, my dear,” Alastor said in a low voice.

“Never,” you breathed, not daring to blink.

If there was any one consistent presence in your life, it was Alastor. He had never steered you wrong, and the least you could do in return was trust his word.

The Radio Demon’s smile softened at your response. He released your chin and stepped back, looking you up and down one more time before turning away.

“I meant what I said, darling,” he drawled, the static in his voice ever present. “You would have been quite a gem even in your-” he rolled his eyes and waved his hand dramatically “-random shirt and pants.”

You couldn’t stop the blush from rising up to your cheeks. It was one thing for Angel to appraise his own work, but it was quite another for Alastor to agree with his assessment.

You cleared your throat. “I’m sorry I was late. Should we go? I know Mimzy doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

A lie. You’d never met Mimzy before in your life. But if you were going to try and stop your blushing cheeking from giving away just how much you appreciated his compliment, you had to distract yourself somehow.

Alastor looked down at his pocket watch and hummed. “I do suppose we should be on our way. She did request an audience, after all.”

You blinked. “An audience? I thought…”

The overlord looked back at you with a raised brow, looking more confused than anything. “You thought what, my dear?”

You felt your shoulders sag, though you internally chastised yourself for feeling at all disappointed. How could you have assumed that Alastor’s only goal today was to dance with you at a club? Of course he had another motive.

You forced a smile on your face. “Nothing. Sorry. We should go.”

You tried to brush your disappointment away. It didn’t matter why he had asked you. The fact that he had asked at all was plenty.

Except it isn’t, a little voice inside of you whispered. For years now, Alastor had been your protector, watching over you and ensuring your safety, even while helping Charlie to look after the hotel and feuding with Vox.

As time had slowly gone by, you had hoped that maybe you could help Alastor as much as he had helped you. He wouldn’t let you help at his radio station, and since the Radio Demon wasn’t exactly an emotional sharer, you had decided that the least you could do was be a constant, solid presence in his life.

You had even thought that you were making progress over the past few months, and your hopes had been solidified when he had asked you out to Mimzy’s club. After all, he would never have asked you if he didn’t see you as some sort of friend, right?

Now, though, you could see how foolish you had been. How could you have ever hoped to help Alastor in any way? He was a demon of solitude, and your wish to help him had made you blind to that.

You started towards your door, hoping to hide the embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

But before you could make it, a shadow appeared ahead of you, frowning down at you as it blocked the door.

You refused to look him in the eye. “We’ll be late, Al. We need to go.”

“It seems as though you aren’t quite ready, my dear.” The static of his voice grew closer as he spoke. You tensed up when you felt his faint breath on the back of your neck. “After all, you’re never fully dressed without a smile.”

You finally turned to face him, hating the feelings flooding through your veins and the thoughts rushing through your head. How was Alastor ever meant to learn to lean on you if you couldn’t even hold yourself together? It was bad enough that you lacked his grace and poise, and now he would see what a truly pathetic and fucked up specimen he had saved all those years ago.

Alastor looked down at you, his expression ever passive, his smile ever present. But beneath the mask, his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were narrowed as he studied your face.

From behind you, his shadow placed two gentle hands on your shoulders, carefully holding you in place as if afraid that you would bolt.

You swallowed and forced your head up to meet the Overlord’s eyes, plastering a false smile on your face. “I’m ready.”

“You most certainly are not, my dear,” Alastor replied, the static in his voice fading to a soft buzz. He raised his hand silently and placed it on your cheek.

Instinctively, you tilted your head and allowed your cheek to be cradled gently by his clawed hands, closing your eyes as you savored the feeling. It was almost enough to make you forget what had upset you in the first place.

“Mon chere,” Alastor said, something resembling concern present in his voice. “What’s troubling you?”

You opened your eyes and found yourself staring into his. “I thought…” you began once again before pressing your lips together. It would do nobody any good if you confessed your thoughts out loud. You might even inadvertently push him away.

“Thought what?”

His eyes were searching yours for an answer you weren’t sure you were yet willing to give. His hand remained cradling your face, and his shadow behind you had yet to release you from its gentle touch.

You took a deep breath. Even if your true feelings did push him away, didn’t you at least owe it to him after all this time to be honest? Even if it was the last thing you were ever able to do for him.

You closed your eyes again. “I thought we were going to Mimzy’s to spend time together,” you admitted, hating the way your breath caught, hating the way your voice cracked, and hating the way your heart stopped. You pushed forward. “I didn’t realize you were going for business, I thought maybe you wanted to spend time together.”

A laugh bubbled its way through your lips. “It was silly of me to assume, though. I know you’re busy, I just thought maybe I was getting through to you. I thought you were starting to let your guard down around me, and that I could just be there for you.”

You stepped to the side, away from both Alastor and his shadow. “I thought we were becoming something like friends. It was a mistake. It won’t happen again.” You squeezed your eyes shut in desperation. “I know that I’m nothing more than a soul that you saved. I know that, I promise I do. And I won’t ever again mistake your actions for something that they’re not. So please don’t give up on me, Al. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

The room was silent.

Too silent.

You slowly glanced up.

Alastor’s shadow was gazing at you, unmoving from his spot by the door. Beside him, Alastor was looking past you and at the wall, his hands clenching his staff and his smile strained.

“You don’t need to say anything,” you said as you rushed to fix what you had broken. “Truly, you don’t. Let’s just go to Mimzy’s and forget that this ever happened.”

“Unfortunately, my dear,” Alastor drawled, his eyes flickering back to you. “This isn’t an interaction that either one of us will be able to forget by morning.”

You swallowed heavily, fighting back the tears that so desperately wanted to escape. “Please, Al.” Your voice was hardly a whisper. “Don’t give up on me, not now.”

At your words, his shadow melted into the ground and materialized before you, placing both hands gently on your cheeks and lowering his head down until your foreheads touched. Just as suddenly, the shadow stepped back and melted into the ground again, allowing the real Alastor to take his place.

He looked down at you once again, but this time, his expression was almost open, almost tender, almost endearing. He took your hand in his and pressed it to his lips before pressing it to the place that his heart would have been beating if you had met in another life.

For a moment, he said nothing. You waited with bated breath, trying to ignore the warmth in your chest at the fact that Alastor had yet to release you.

Then, when you thought you couldn’t bear the silence any longer, Alastor hummed softly. “I do hope you haven’t started to doubt me, my dear.”

“Never,” you vowed without a moment’s hesitation.

Alastor’s smile seemed to ease slightly. “I may not rely on you as much as you yourself would like.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he was trying to choose his words carefully. “But do know this, mon chere. I doubt I would still be in one piece if it wasn’t for you. And I have no intention of giving you up.” His eyes flashed. “Not ever.”

Your knees almost gave out as you breathed a sigh of relief. Without thinking, you pressed forward, burying your face in his chest and wrapping your arms around him tightly. “Thank you, Al,” you whispered, your spirit bright.

Alastor gently took hold of your shoulders and pushed you back, though his eyes shined softly. “Careful now, my dear. We wouldn’t want to ruin all of Angel Dust’s hard work, now, would we?”

You laughed and lowered your arms. “I guess not.”

The Radio Demon smiled down at you, holding out his arm like the gentleman he was. “Shall we, then, my dear?”

You smiled back at him. For all of his secrets and tricks, he had only ever been kind to you. Why wouldn’t you accept?

You linked your arm through his and grinned as he guided you towards the door.

Perhaps you were doing a better job with Alastor than you had thought.

A/N: I've got Hazbin Hotel on the brain. Part 2 of sorts coming soon, let me know if you want to be tagged!

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yes-divine-ruler · 10 months

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Kai with cry baby reader, who likes gardening & crotchet <3 HCs

(a little specific, obviously had to add a little smut in here)

You’d met Kai in the strangest way.

You were leaving a parking lot outside your local Family Fare supermarket. You’d forward parked in the bay, in your micro, electric blue hatchback. As you were reversing, you didn’t realise that the car across from your bay was also reversing out. Hopelessly, you ended up hitting the other car, rear bumper to rear bumper. The slight jolt of your car definitely sent you into a panic. With your heart accelerating in your chest, you adjusted your rear view mirror to see that you had, in fact, hit someone, and the person in that car was driving forward into their bay. Opting to do the same, you took a deep breath before readying yourself to apologise to the owner of the other car. Unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car, you didn’t have to walk far until you were face to face with a very angry-looking man. He snarled at you, as you cowered backwards, pressing your back against your car in fear.

“What the fuck?! What do you think you’re doing? Do you not have any fucking eyes?” The man continued to scream until he finally calmed down, and saw that tears were cascading down your face.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t- I didn’t see you! I’ll pay for the damage,” you pathetically pleaded with him once you got the chance to get a word in. You weren’t good at confrontation, and you certainly weren’t good with getting on anyone’s bad side. He looked at you with concern, and for some strange reason was tempted to reach out and wipe away your tears.

He was good at sensing when someone was lying, or if they were an overall bad person. But he didn’t see that in you. What he did see was that you didn’t have any bad intentions, and that you were quite vulnerable. It didn’t help that you were wearing a pair of dark wash denim overalls and one strap had slid down your shoulder, revealing the entirety of the tiny striped bandeau you wore underneath.

“Look, don’t cry please,” he found himself reaching out and squeezing your shoulder as some sort of way to comfort you. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you stared up at him. He must be short tempered, the same way you were easily upset. He looked sort of alternative, his hair was long, and blue and he wore all black. It was quite different to the guy you’d usually find yourself standing across from. He didn’t seem much older than you, and looking back, it was weird that you’d called him sir.

“Hey listen, how about I get you a coffee, and we forget about all this. I don’t think there’s really much damage to my car anyway.”

For some reason, maybe it was the guilt, you agreed.

The coffee shop date was the first of many. You find yourself really liking Kai, and despite his flaws, you thought he had good intentions. He never made you feel uncomfortable, and often joked about how you both first met.

Kai wasn’t shy to compliment you. You’d awoken a side in Kai no one ever thought he had. He loved calling you baby and sweetheart. His eyes lit up every time they found you, and despite his usually scary demeanour, he’d melt into a soft, sorry-excuse for (what he defined was) a man.

The first time you invited Kai back to your apartment to meet your housemate was definitely memorable. Never in a million years did she think she’d see you with a guy like Kai. Kai tried his hardest to sit through the thorough interrogation he got, even though he wanted to slam his fists down on the table and tell her to shut the fuck up. Maybe you were turning him into a better person?

Seeing your bedroom was definitely a shock for Kai. He learnt so much about you by just seeing where you lived. It was definitely different to what he was used to.

“I want to show you something!” You grab onto his big hand and pull him into the direction of where your bed was. Sprawled across its surface, a pastel blue Afghan blanket.

“I made it! It took me almost three days but.. isn’t it beautiful!”

Kai’s eyes widen as you pull the crocheted blanket off the edge of your bed and hold it to your chest. You really were wholesome. The corner of his lips curled up into a small smile just at the glimmer of pride and joy in your eyes.

“And this! It’s called propagation!” Kai stands back as you hold what looked like a sprout of a plant in a test tube of water.

“Looks great baby,” he’d kiss you on the forehead and spend the next hour listening to you explain why you started to crotchet and keep a garden. It wasn’t anything of interest to him, but because you enjoyed it so much, it made him happy. He did learn, though, that one day you wanted to own a big plot of land, so you could have a huge garden and your own animals. He saw himself there with you.

After a few weeks, you’d decided to make Kai his first blanket. For reasons unknown to you, he seemed to really like a unique type of smiley face. It was even the wallpaper on his phone. When you’d asked about it, he brushed it off, saying that he thought it was “cool” and “just a random smiley face”. You thought that it would make for a good blanket.

When you showed up to your next date with a small gift bag, it certainly spiked Kai’s interests.

“What’s that?” He asked, as he leaned down and planted a firm kiss against your soft lips. “Something I made for you,” you answer shyly, your face hot from anticipation. You really wanted him to like it. “You didn’t have to do that sweetheart,” Kai gushes, like the big, soft teddy bear you’d turned him into. “I wanted to! Have a look!” Kai opens the bag and peers inside, his face lighting up into the biggest smile as he pulls out the cobalt-blue blanket.

“Baby… holy shit, this is incredible!” Kai laughs in disbelief as he runs his fingers over the crocheted threads. When Kai notices that the blanket has some red detailing, he sprawls it out across the table, and then his heart sinks.

“Do you like it? Look, it’s the smiley face you like!” You just giggled proudly to yourself as Kai stood frozen. He knew you had no idea what it meant and it reminded him how guilty he felt for keeping it from you. He shook his head quickly to snap out of it, before leaning over to give you a grateful kiss. You were his escape from reality.

“You’re truly amazing and so talented, I love it! Thank you baby.”

Soon Kai would find himself sitting back in a deck chair and watching you as you fussed over the garden on your balcony. Sometimes, he’d even step in to help when you dragged him into it. Gardening isn’t something he ever thought he’d like, but, somehow it was proving to relax his usually racing mind.

“Kai! Our first strawberry!” You’d tug at the strawberry vine, and hold the fruit up proudly between your fingertips. Kai’s cold heart melted just hearing you call it “ours”. You situate yourself in Kai’s lap, holding onto his shoulder with one hand, and feeding him the fresh strawberry with the other. Kai thought it tasted better than any strawberry he’d ever had, purely because you’d grown it.

You began to wonder why Kai never invited you over to his place. Every time you’d bring it up, just like the smiley face, he’d have some sort of vague excuse.

“My sister is there, she’s always got people over. There just isn’t much privacy.” “Privacy?” You’d ask, staring at him with doe-like eyes, “what do we need that for?”

Kai would distract you from your question for the next 30 minutes by sitting you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. He knew the best way to keep you from worrying was to make you cum. That, or you might cry.

“Kai?” You voice quivered as Kai gently opened your legs and slid a hand into your shorts. Almost immediately your head would fall back to rest against his shoulder, as the pads of his fingertips toy with your clit from over your panties.

“Do you like when I touch you like that, baby?” He’d ask with his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. You’d make no attempt at a reply, lost in your own head by his delicate touch. His fingers would eventually pull your panties to the side, and his slick fingers would run from your entrance up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, blissfully back and forth between your folds. Your hips would buckle to chase the pressure building between your legs. Even you had to admit, no one could make you come like Kai could.

You were good at making blankets and clothes and harvesting small gardens, and he was good at pleasuring you. He’d whisper praise in your ear, telling you how proud he was of you, how wet you were for him, and how much of a good girl you were for letting go for him.

Keeping you happy and satisfied was Kai’s way of making up for all the bad things he’d done in the past.

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koolades-world · 4 months

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Helloooo it's me again back with another obey me request :)

Could I get the Demon bros with a depressed MC? I'm having a rough time rn and I just need some comfort but ofc feel free to ignore if u don't do requests like these!!

Have a nice day/night!! ♡☆♡☆♡

hi! of course! sorry I'm so late on this!!! also love your pfp (huge pjsekai fan)

Part of the reason I took so long is because I just didn’t know where to start

I love the demon bro I wanna squeeze them like a squishmellow and they’ve gotten me thorough some tough stuff

it's hard for me to articulate anything relating to depression just because I struggle to open up about it especially after my diagnosis. I don’t think anyone except my mom knows only because she was in the room at the time, and all you guys now of course haha

sorry if that was worded so weird and if anything below is worded weird but it’s just hard for me to find words to put together how I’m feeling but writing is my therapy so thank you for this request :)

Brothers with a depressed Mc

Lucifer

would def notice something was up right away from the first meeting, not because of how you acted, but just because it's Luci

once he officially found out, he made all arrangements needed right away

you need a few days off school? you got it, he's already talking to diavolo

you need a break from chores? you got it, he distributed the work among the rest of the family

there's only one thing you feel like eating? you got it, it's what everyone is eating for dinner

supportive in a quiet way, and does all sorts of little things to lighten the load

Mammon

as your first and best man, he acts as your knight and is willing to do anything to help you out

he tries his best to correct his own bad habits so you can work together on yourself

like, for example, if you struggle to get out of bed in the morning, he will get up and moving earlier so you can be up at the same time

nobody is perfect! he tells you this all the time because he knows how dark everything might seem sometimes

he partially understands how you feel since being the family punching bag for hundreds of years takes a toll on someone

he’s with you in every step of your journey, ups and downs, no matter what

Levi

he often has his own self deprecating thoughts, so he knows what you’re dealing with

everyone copes in their own ways but he hopes by sharing all the things he loves, he can bring some happiness

he shared everything with you, both his physical possessions and his thoughts

if you prefer to just sit together, he can do that, but if you want to talk about it, he will do his best to also share how he’s feeling

he wants you to be able to use him as a support system and as someone to fall back on

he always tries to bring a smile to your face and to be someone you trust, despite his own flaws

Satan

he shows you the little joys in life, the ones you might struggle or forget to see like sunsets and how the clouds change color with the sky, or how soft flower petals can be, or how a smile can change someone’s entire day

often he invites you out to places, for no reason at all so you can enjoy everything, especially the sun

he takes you on trips to the human world to visit your favorite places and occasionally see your favorite people if he’s allowed

he helps you with school work and takes the load when ever he can

if you asked him, he would do anything for you <3

Asmo

he always helps you out with your personal hygiene since often, that's what goes first

it's much easier to keep a routine if someone is doing it with you, and Asmo would never forget, so he help keep you on track

but, he's also not pushy about it. if you'll let him, he'll do some of the tasks for you, no strings attached

he's with you at your worst and best. he's not going anywhere

he's determined to be your personal cheerleader and will celebrate all the small things with you

Beel

at first, he's a little shocked at the changes in eating patterns, but supports you when ever and where ever you need it

if he knows there's only one food you will eat, he will physically restrain himself from eating it because he knows how much it means to you

exercise helps but he knows it's probably the last thing you want to do, so he helps you though little bits at a time and takes you out to get a reward afterwards

spending time with you makes him happy, so he figures it must be the same the other way around so he makes an effort to just be with you, even if its just sitting together while you do different things

often finds himself seeking you out just to ask how you are by instinct, proving what a sweetheart he is

Belphie

an interrupted or strange sleep cycle is something he would for sure notice

he becomes the biggest cuddle bug and will often give you sleepy kisses

when you're resting, he'll give you sweet dreams that will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy afterwards

he makes an effort to make the bed just how you like it, and before long makes it a habit to join you in your room for naps and bedtime

he doesn't mind if you wake up at weird time and will wait with you as long as you need to get up

thank you again for such the long wait! hope you enjoyed and hope you're feeling better now <333

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

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sofiaispunk · 1 year

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dbf!Joel Miller x Reader - Part 1

"So, Dad, what's the plan for Thanksgiving dinner today?" you asked, trying to keep your voice casual.

"We're going to have a big feast, just like every year," your dad replied. "Your mom's been cooking for days."

"That sounds great," you said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Are the Millers going to be there too?"

"Yeah, they are coming over later. Why do you ask?"

You hesitated for a moment before and shrugged your shoulders.

"Just excited to see Sarah."

Your dad looked at you thoughtfully for a moment before continuing with a sigh. "You know, things haven't been going well for Joel and his wife lately. So be nice to them."

Your ears perked up at the mention of Joel's marriage. "What do you mean?"

"Well, apparently, his wife has been having an affair for months now," your mom chimed in, her voice low. "Joel's been trying to work things out, but it's been really tough on him and Sarah."

Your heart sank as you processed the news. You couldn't believe that Joel was going through something like this. "That's terrible. Is there anything we can do to help?"

"Not really," your dad said, shaking his head. "Joel's been keeping it to himself mostly. I think he just needs some time to figure things out." Your dad continued.

As your parents finished their conversation, you couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness for Joel. You never liked his wife. Irene Miller was a striking woman, with sharp features and a perfectly coiffed brown bob. Her makeup was always immaculate, with bold red lips and dramatic winged eyeliner. She carried herself with a regal air, as if she were above everyone around her.

Her appearance was matched by her character, which was equally sharp and critical. She had a way of talking down to people, making them feel small and insignificant. She was always quick to point out flaws and mistakes, never missing an opportunity to criticize.

Despite her outward appearance of confidence and superiority, you couldn't help but feel that Irene was deeply unhappy. She seemed to take pleasure in tearing others down, as if it was the only way to make herself feel better.

You had seen her belittle Joel in public before, criticizing his choice of clothes or the way he talked. It was clear to you that Irene had no respect for her husband, which only made you dislike her more. In short, Irene was a woman who valued appearances over everything else. She cared more about how she looked than how she treated others, and it showed in the way she acted. She was a difficult person to be around, and you just couldn't understand why Joel had chosen to marry her.

Joel Miller on the other hand was he complete opposite of his wife. Joel was a handsome man, with soft brown curls that fell across his forehead and deep brown eyes that seemed to sparkle when he smiled. He had a warm, welcoming persona that drew people in, making them feel comfortable and at ease around him. Despite the age difference between him and you, he was still in great shape, with a lean, athletic build that spoke of a life spent outdoors.

Since you were a teenager you had always admired Joel's appearance and presence. He had a way of making you feel special, even when you were at your lowest. He had a kind, gentle way of speaking, always listening to you with his full attention and offering thoughtful, considerate advice.

Joel was a man who valued the important things in life - family, friends, and experiences. He was always looking for new adventures and ways to explore the world around him, and he never took any of it for granted.

You knew that Joel was a truly good person, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Despite the fact that he was married and much older than you, you found yourself constantly thinking about him and wanting to spend more time with him.

You knew that your crush on him was impossible, but you couldn't help it. As you were lying on your bed daydreaming about Mr. Miller, you made a mental note to be extra kind to him during the holiday and try to lift his spirits.

Part 2

#joel miller #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader #dbf!joel #dbf!joel miller #the last of us #fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #dbf!joel smut #dbf joel miller #dads best friend #sarah miller #tommy miller #the last of us hbo

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Comfort in my lowest moment

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Synopsis: A drabble where you rely on Dazai in times of need

Character(s): Dazai

Warnings: Suicide reference- Dazai’s typical antics, self-indulgent, meant to be comfort might be a bit angsty instead… Idk

Words: 783

Sitting beneath the stars, gazing where they should be, but were currently locked behind the clouds, your mind wandered. The breeze doesn’t feel harsh on your skin, nor does the air bite at your fingers despite how you tremble. It’s not the weather which shakes your body, nor is it from sudden chills. Another year… to make it so far, how had it been done? Staring down at the ground, your fingers toy with the grass, stiff to your skin, nothing like the sweet melodic words of the books or tales you’ve dived into, there’s no gentle sway, no soft tickle, it itches and pricks against your skin, irritable and annoying. Not even the stars want to show up for you tonight.

What importance is another year when all it means is that you failed…? It may be success to others, being able to sit here today, to be physically here, but… god do you not want to be here. Not with the way your chest sits empty, the way you crave habits you long ditched, or with how you seek validation in the smallest of things. Your hands find their way to your hair tugging on it, one more year… It seems like you say it every year, and still at the end of that year, you’ve found maybe a handful of moments you’re glad to get, but you're greedy. More, more, more, you need more, to feel arms around you, to grab onto you, and to support you.

Where are your friends? Where is your family? Sure, the texts came through, the ones sent when they forget until the calendar comes up, or you sigh and grumble how you didn’t expect to make it another year. The simple surprised looks and the lies… it’s that special day, but nobody seems to care… yet you see how other friends celebrate with each other… see how they laugh and how they smile… you can't help but wish there was somebody there for you.

Within the soft images of your brain, the wishing light of a desperate ache for comfort in which you trust nobody to give and not expect to receive something back, you find him, slinky arms coated in cloth, eyes a dull hazel, and watching you without pity.

Dazai, how many birthdays has it been spent curled up in imaginary feelings, in wishing somebody could be there the way you want; snuggled against your skin? You lean against the grass, welcoming the uncomfortable texture, imagining the scratch of what bandages would be against your skin. His arms wrap around you, they give you warmth, lessen the shaking, and the tears that wanted to drip don’t push from your eyes as the feeling of his hand swipes them away. “Oh, Belladonna…” His voice is calming, it’s gruff but comforting. “Don’t pity yourself… we could always drop together.” Perhaps reflecting with him wasn’t the best. His jokes became your jokes, as unhealthy as it was, they kept you from acting. It kept you from crumbling, knowing there was somebody who understood… even if they were not real.

He didn’t need to be real for you to cling to the feeling of warmth in your chest to smile slightly. “Double suicide, but how would we do it without troubling those without needing to work at it?” Death causes issues, and causes people to cry and blame themselves. These last two years have been difficult, but he’s been here holding onto you. His fingers stitch your heart together and let you escape into a world that helps keep you from leaving, that’s all that matters. He’d love and love you some more, he can’t leave or abandon you, he can’t forget your birthday or ignore you just to get back at you… he will always be there for you. The comfort of knowing your flaws do not define who you are, and that you can change to be better, all comes from him.

The touch of cold hands on your cheeks, a thumb rubbing against the skin. “One day… It will happen one day.” His voice never fails to match in your head exactly as it should. He never fails to comfort you. He’s right, one day you’ll find somebody who will do what he does for you. Maybe… that is why you’ve made it this far, yearning to find some reason for living.

“Yeah… maybe one day…” you whisper, opening your eyes to stare at the empty spot where he should be, a tear sliding down your cheek. None of this seems fair to you, all the pain, everything you feel is wrong with yourself… What reason could all this pain have been for?

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sandrockianblues · 9 months

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Hey, I was wondering how do you feel about Logan and Haru’s relationship?

I wasn’t expecting an ask after my post so fast lol, hi

Logan and Haru honestly radiate brother energy to me.

I know that’s not what a lot of people will wanna hear, but it's my own opinion and if someone can’t handle that, they need to accept that not everyone sees the same thing as them. This post is just gonna be me elaborating on why and also how I perceive the two.

Before I get accused of ignorance or anything worse than that- I do have gay family members, I was in a major that was filled with predominantly gay or bi men (honestly a surprise to me for some reason, and I had close friends growing up during my grade school years who never had an issue expressing themselves or hiding who they were (we grew up in a more accepting community).

The ship between the boys is neat, but I don’t ship it, just like how I wouldn’t let myself ship Mi-An and Elsie, but I can see the ship after Elsie’s character growth. Or how I’d actually love to see Amirah with Grace.

I ship based primarily upon if they’d fit together psychologically and what their dynamics scream to me. I don’t like to randomly throw characters together just because it’s new or A looks like this and B is the opposite. I don’t believe looks make a relationship- they can make a trope, but a trope only works if characters actually mesh well together. It’s a common misconception I’ve seen over the years.

But in the case of Logan and Haru- they scream found family and brothers to me.

Coming from someone who has witnessed or experienced found family, it’s actually something beautiful and profound. My uncle isn’t really my uncle, my abuelo’s family took him in when he was laboring away as a kid and sleeping in a cargo shipping container. My sister-in-law didn’t click well with her own family but is perfect in ours and she is one of us. My dad’s friend grew up being babysat by a woman across the street and that whole family essentially became hers despite having a sister and parents of her own.

Found family does exist- and it’s often a concept not considered.

Tbh, the two of them remind me of Sylvain and Felix from Fire Emblem: Three House. Which is another case I think is found family/brother bond over romantic.

While Haru does seem to understand Logan and he seems like the balance to him- that’s often a case for siblings. Siblings can be opposites. My sister and I are, my brother and I are- and my brother and sister are the same as one another.

I don’t think Haru could stand dating Logan’s ass BECAUSE he knows him. There’s nothing wrong with Logan, but something in their dynamic hints that Logan can be a bit annoying. I hc him as pestering Haru when he’s bored while Haru is trying to work on something.

And while Logan appreciates Haru helping to guide him, that he makes up for the areas Logan lacks in and vice versa, I can see Logan getting into a tiffy with some of his issues as well. Not like a relationship style of learning to accept one another’s flaws and areas they lack in, more like I can see the two annihilating the shit out of one another in a ruthless sibling like way. And it’d be hilarious and they’d forgive one another because they know they’ll do it again. There’s acceptance and accountability held between the two.

I think the softness they have with one another stems from grief, but also their personalities.

Logan, while blunt and to the point, is caring and protective of those he sees as family. It’s evident in his lines and voice that there’s shifts the more you progress with him unlike some characters (no disrespect to them). Logan is a survivalist who knows he has to accept his own shortcomings and ask for help when he can’t do it himself- because how else will he achieve what he needs done? He’s cocky, but he’s honest and knows he needs humility to stay alive.

I do not believe his gentle demeanor towards his friend is anything romantically coded. He seems to speak like that to some others as well in Act III from what I’ve seen so far.

As for the concept of them being Andy’s parents- while it’s evident that Logan is Andy’s father figure despite the man being young, Haru and Andy seem like siblings as well to me. They honestly give off the vibes of the brothers from Big Hero 6.

Both are incredibly intelligent, both have a similar personality to that of the character they correspond to in the movie, and one leaves so the other can achieve things by himself. Just, in this case, Haru isn’t gonna be in an explosion like the brother was. Haru helped hone in on Andy’s brewing intelligence, but it’s obvious to both men that Andy needs proper schooling as well and to grow up as a kid. Andy cannot follow in either of their shadows, Andy cannot become the next Haru. Haru even radiates big brother energy and is less guiding in Andy’s life like Logan is (I.e. when he tries to do what’s best for him and his safety).

So, in conclusion, I think Logan and Haru are that of found family and brothers. I don’t read any romantic connotations from them or hints of it. And while Logan serves the role of Andy’s father, Haru seems to be that of the big brother. Any “hints” of them being that way, to me, is just this heavy set of shared guilt and burdens between the two of them. I think their need to protect Sandrock and avenge Howlett, as well as taking in Andy, helped to alleviate them in a way, but it’s a dark moment in their lives that is gonna be between the two of them.

I have some friends within this fandom who ship the two, and that’s honestly more than fine. We all see and perceive things a different way. I respect them and thankfully, I receive it back. I worry for this ship to become similar within the fanbase akin to Felix x Sylvain or Dean x Castiel in terms of fans arguing with one another, and I know it’ll occur either way because some are strongly for the ship, and some are vehemently against it. My only hope is that it doesn’t reach that level and we can respect one another’s opinions.

#my time at sandrock #mtas #sandrock #pathea #mtas logan #Mtas haru #Mtas Andy #Sandrock Logan #Sandrock haru #Sandrock Andy #anon ask #siren speaking✨#Logan hc #haru bc

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do you have any javey fic recs for a poor starving child? (the longer the better)

[willem dafoe voice] you know im something of a Javey Connoisseur myself-

i'm gonna try not to name too many of like. The Big Ones since you've probably read those already but. i am probably going to have a few in there. there is a reason the writers in every fic rec list are in every fic rec list you know? (also i have a poor understanding of tumblr boundaries so just to be safe i'm not gonna tag anyone outright. dont wanna annoy anyone) okay then! fic recs under the cut:

when we were younger by @/we-are-inevitable (also we-are-inevitable on ao3) - sentimental backstory: i was wayyy too early to work cause i live in the middle of nowhere and my buses get me there with at least an hour to spare, so i was looking to kill time and found this! and i thought about it for the rest of the day. so technically it is this fic and this author's fault for making me break a sundae glass. it's just the sweetest tenderest fic i've ever read; jack and davey are high school exes who stumble back into each others lives by complete chance, except now jack's a single father. i've read a few 'single parent' javey fics and they're all lovely, but this one stuck out to me because jack's daughter is actually a teenager. which works really well because we-are-inevitable does a wonderful job at capturing davey's Vibe of displacement in his everyday life (something i especially love about davey as a character) so it's really nice seeing him be able to naturally connect with jack's daughter and jack's life as a whole. it makes the moments of everything all coming together for davey - him finally feeling like he Belongs somewhere naturally, in a way that makes sense - it makes it all feel much more wholesome. it has enough angst to keep things interesting but it focuses much more on jack and davey reconnecting and being able to care for one another the way they weren't able to before, all while maintaining this heartwarmingly domestic family dynamic that i just adore. so it's lovely soft reading for a cozy afternoon (or you can just chug it in under an hour at a garden centre cafe if you're like me - but it's much better if you go slow with it and really let all the sweetness sink in :) )

tied together by @/penzyroamin (or PenzyRome on ao3) - penzy has so many BANGER multichaps and my claim to newsies fandom fame is that i actually helped a little bit when she was developing this one!! it's a beautiful and heartwrenching jack character study told through a soulmate/red string of fate au which works just,,, SO well with jack's issues with being seen and loved and loving others. it's also southern! there's farmers markets! and chubby jack/buff davey supremacy. it's angsty and messy and poignant and beautiful and all about learing to love yourself enough to let yourself be seen entirely ,and letting others make the choice to look at you and say 'this is what i want' - but also learning that it's not a reflection on you if it turns out that you weren't what they wanted. if i'm feeling down about myself i'll read the scene where jack and davey reunite in chapter 4 and just,,, Feel It. something about someone seeing the ugliest parts of you and still not wanting to forget you... ough. love it. gorgeous. mwah.

keeping promises by JewishDavidJacobs on ao3 - an FBI au where davey replaces denton at jack's agency, and jack is furious about it. 32 chapters and almost 90k of found family, enemies-to-fwb-to-lovers, recovering from abusive relationships, learning to be loved, learning you're ALLOWED love despite whatever flaws you have, and davey's patented inability to maintain a healthy work-life balance. it's everything i want as a davey stan. it's got a meaty white-collar crime subplot that keeps the conflict and tension going, and really adds to the friction between jack and davey as they navigate their very complicated relationship with each other. it's messy but it doesn't overstay it's welcome on the messiness - you get just as much of davey and jack being a healthy, loving, functioning unit as you do of them being disasters. that being said, be careful with the content warnings; past abusive relationships of both familial and romantic natures, and terminal illness/background character death.

across enemy lines by JewishDavidJacobs on ao3 - davey and jack are in an established relationship, but when davey gets hired as pulitzer's assistant, it creates a divide between him, jack, davey's family, and the newsboy union as a whole. it's VERY heavy on the davey whump and scratches the itch i have as a davey kinnie to make davey suffer as much as humanly possible. it focuses a lot on davey's homelife, the antisemitism he faces every day, his feelings of displacement in all the units he's meant to be a part of (school, the newsies, his family, etc), and again, davey's patented inability to maintain a work-life balance. as much angst and whump as there is, the final few chapters more than make up for it in terms of sweetness and catharsis and all that found family goodness. it also does a really great job of humanizing pulitzer and acknowledging the progressive aspects of him as a person while still being aware that this dude was a wealthy victorian capitalist and not actually some secret good-guy.

lovely bitter water by illinoise on ao3 - fairytale au javid where davey is a fairy sent to help pirate!jack find his happiness, which jack does NOT want him to do. it's got a wonderful stardust vibe that really makes you feel like you're reading an actual queer fairytale, which filled a void i wasn't even aware that i had. it's a wonderful exploration of both davey and jack's self-sacrificial natures and how they clash agains each other in that respect, which creates this fun enemies-to-lovers dynamic where they learn to understand and respect and pine for each other. the world is wonderfully set up and it incorporates the other newsies characters (including katherine, there is SO much respect for katherine in this fic) in really fun ways!

like real people do by @/loving-jack-kelly (AsperJasper on ao3) - now i know you specified 'the longer the better. full disclosure, this fic a oneshot of around 4.5k. HOWEVER, it does such a fantastic job of capturing this otherworldly ambience that makes it feel like the story just keep stretching onwards that i can't NOT recommend it. to summarize, davey lives in a small medievial-esque village and seeks out a fae (jack) to wish to alter his life. the world is so well-defined, and the rules of magic and jack's backstory are all so interesting that you just want to read it forever. if 'lovely bitter water' is a classic fairytale, this is a CELTIC faerytale, and i am nothing if not a devout welshman. it's raw and abstract and poetic, it draws beautifully on davey's desperation to make his family proud while still wanting to live his own life as just Himself, and it actually inspired a little babie au i'm noodling on! highly recommend.

these are the ones i could think of off the top of my head; i didn't want to pick too much of the same or pick too many that you'd probably read already, although it's possible you might've. read all of these already. they are REALLY good. if that's the case feel free to ask for more!! but if not i hope you like these fics like i did :))

#newsies #javid #javey #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #anon #ask #fic recs #fic hoard

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Personal Review (09/18/22)

A Winter's Promise by Christelle Dabos

Why am I reviewing this book?

I would have been really upset if I didn't like this book because the covers are gorgeous! It happened to be a political fantasy, which is right up my alley.

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Ophelia would be content to live out her days in a museum, putting her Anima skills, detecting the history of objects and traveling through mirrors, to use. Unfortunately, she is a pawn in a political marriage to another Ark. Her new husband, Thorn, is powerful but frigid, and the powers present in her new home are dangerous to say the least. She'll have to discover both a way to survive and what exactly Thorn wants with her.

It would seem, looking plainly at the way the story goes, it would be a little slow. There isn't really a grand conflict in this book, and it's all very subtle and political. However, I found it quite intriguing. It's still a little slow compared to other YA fantasies, but I think things occur and are revealed at a steady pace, keeping the audience interested, especially since the worldbuilding is so amazing.

I loved the history of this world, which seems to be Earth. Something happened that ended up splitting up the world into smaller "Arks", each ruled over by different clans. Also, thanks to Ophelia's gifts, we get to see quite a bit of history, and we're able to properly gauge what general time period it's supposed to be. There are so many mysteries to be uncovered, and it really helped hold my attention. For example, every Ark has a sort of god that their people are descended from, giving them powers. Where they came from, how the powers work, and what originally happened to the Earth are all unanswered, but not for long, considering the direction of the story.

Dabos did a good job of keeping me guessing, especially when it came to character motivations. Being unable to guess the intentions of each character did a lot for the political intrigue. I will say, there were certain points that confused me, figuring out what was supposed to be happening, but overall I think the plot was quite good.

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Ophelia goes through quite a few realizations in this book. She starts off as a soft-spoken, nervous idealist, and she faces some hard truths as the story unfolds. I really liked her as a main character; she was timid and kind, but she was also curious and didn't take kindly to being kept in the dark. I think her hands (damaged from a mirror-traveling accident) were a nice touch to represent the danger of her powers, despite them seeming all sunshine and roses. The relationship between her and Thorn was very well done. There were points at which I thought things were progressing too quickly, but there are a few twists here and there. However, the romance is... lacking in this book. In my opinion, it's refreshing to read a book with an arranged marriage where the two involved don't immediately fall for each other.

Thorn himself is somewhat of an enigma. By the end of the book, we have much better insight into his motivations, but his actual emotions, especially regarding the members of his family and Ophelia, are still confusing. It seems at some points that he oscillates between leaving Ophelia at the mercy of his aunt and going out of his way to help her. It's all explained in a clever plot twist that I think preys on Ophelia's character flaws. He's definitely someone I want to know more about in the later books!

I think the really strong relationships in this book are within the families. Ophelia is sent to this other Ark with her aunt, a larger-than- life and just overall very likable character. Her care for Ophelia shines through, and in an otherwise strange and cold land, she brings the warmth that both Ophelia and the reader need. Despite the fact that she doesn't feel entirely important to the plot as a whole, I was very attached to her. On the other hand, Thorn's aunt is someone I hated for the most part. However, I'd say she's probably the most compelling character. She is a lover of this Ark's "god", Farouk, and pregnant with his child, making her a glaring target for political machinations. She treats Ophelia horribly, but there is a depth to her that really intrigues me.

For now, the side characters are fairly one-dimensional, but I'm sure that in such a deception-heavy setting that will change soon.

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This novel has been translated from French. As such, there are some discrepancies. While reading, there are some places where a sentence may seem a bit odd, and I think that's a result of the translation. Overall, I think the translator, Hildegarde Serle, did a pretty fantastic job. For the most part, I totally forgot I was reading a translated work. Still, I'm going to keep this section short since I'm commenting on the translation, not the author's writing style.

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I love political fantasy, and this book is no exception. I will say that I can see why people might not enjoy this book. It moves fairly slowly, the romance (if you can call it that) is barely there, and most everyone outside of the main cast are just awful human beings. However, that's right up my alley. I loved the scheming that was constantly going on, even by the people closest to Ophelia, and I also loved that she's quick to adapt, even if she has her qualms about being as cold as the people around her. I'd definitely recommend this book to fellow political fantasy fans, but don't pick it up if you're expecting a romance or action-filled plot.

The Author

Christelle Dabos: French, 41-42, A Winter’s Promise is her debut novel and she has since published three other books in the series

Hildegarde Serle: also translated Fresh Water for Flowers by Valerie Perrin and Reeling by Lola Lafon

The Reviewer

My name is Wonderose; I try to post a review every week, and I do themed recommendations every once in a while. I take suggestions! Check out my about me post for more!

#books #reviews #a winter's promise #christelle dabos #hildegarde serle #ya #fantasy #political fantasy #translated novel #french

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bitterpainting · 2 years

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Could you name one thing you love about each of your family members?

My mother taught me softness in spite of anger. She never yelled at us. If we acted out, she never raised her voice. I love her for raising me to be firm but not explosive.

My father taught me beauty. He was in the business of creating beautiful textiles and tapestries. He showed me that things people may find mundane hold a secret beauty, even objects that seem to be plain hold a rainbow of colours. I love him for kickstarting my love for art.

My eldest sister was more patient than I deserved. In my younger years, when I was angry, impatient, frustrated with my lack of progress, she never gave me a hard time. She'd take me to different locations to practice paintings and would never show her frustration with me when I'd lose my temper over my own perceived failings.

My middle sister was honest. At times, her comments could be perceived as rude, but she never gave criticism without being asked for her opinion, so I never minded. She would point out flaws in my art, when things looked too dull or too busy, give me advice on how to help keep things from getting too muddied. She'd celebrate when I had improved, express genuine awe in things she found beautiful in my creations.

Kieviel is my best friend, and has been since I was sixteen. I love the way their ears blush when they're happy, despite how much they deny it. I love the way they get dramatic about my obnoxious affection, call me gross for saying that I love them. I love that they reserve a certain softness just for me and our child. I love their passion for creating beautiful models, so small but packed with so much detail and intricacy. I love how soft their hair is and how it feels when they fall asleep beside me with their head on my shoulder. I love how comfortably my hand fits with theirs. I love how easily they can chase away my nightmares, how they'll hold me and assure me that they're there and I'm not alone. I love that they take care of me, especially when I can't remember to myself.

Silva has never once blinked at my sour disposition and disinterest in speaking. She's incredibly smart and technically gifted, her ability to create things from what seems like absolutely nothing is so incredibly impressive and I can't imagine how she does it. I am constantly stunned by how much she loves me, and every time I see how excited she is to talk to me I can't help but grin. I love being able to nag her about eating or drinking when she's been locked away in her workshop or the forge all day. I love how complimentary she is, and her genuine enthusiasm when it comes to doing anything with me.

I love my daughter more than I can possibly say. Auriel Enoch is genuinely such a blessing to me, everything about her is perfect to me. Her constant scowl, her huffy tantrums, her chubby little smacks, her kitten sharp claws, the way her ears blush when she's happy, the way she clings so we can't put her down when holding her, the way she'll sleep for hours in my arms and fall asleep near instantly in Kieviel's arms. Everything about her.

#questions #family #silvabullets

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turning saints into the sea | cu | final

Cu can’t help but laugh, a clear and unfettered sound. Everyone here is a fucking idiot - but he guesses that makes him one, too.

His foolish dream of leaving alive - all of them making it out worse for the wear but in one piece. He absentmindedly wipes his thumb off as he looks around, spotting vindication and exuberance. The tides have turned. They have a fighting chance. They have the means to leave…

The wry, soft smile on Cu’s face quickly fades away before anyone can notice it. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he tips his head down.

They can escape because so many of them came together, grasping at each other in bonds of family and friendship. Isn’t that what their escape is about - joy and hope and virtue? Things Cu doesn’t feel in this moment, standing in his own silence.

Maybe it’d be better to stay behind. Cu’s never been one of them, so focused on separating himself that he didn’t realize the chasm until it was just Alou on his side. His fault, entirely. For the briefest of moments, he thinks of stepping back. Of turning away from this final fight, throwing his lot in with Alou once and for all. Those who are part of a Game Master’s crowning game will enjoy privileges granted to them by their new director.

Cu’s only ever wanted to know where he stood.

As he looks on over the group desperately patching Micah’s body together, he thinks, maybe that’s why he was so harsh on the man. Who, despite what Cu considered pathetic, knew who he was. Knew how to derive his silly little joys from an otherwise bleak life.

Being in Hellmouth Manor, Cu’s had to reckon with the hollowness inside. Without the pressure of his parents, he’s just scrambling to catch up and stand next to everyone else. The weight of legacy, being the sum of everyone else’s parts and never his own. Between the training and the studying though, his friends eked out time to let him be… just their friend.

And his friend… Cu picks Shoji out of the crowd.

Who are you going to contact first when we get out of here? Cu asked the other. Chattering like they would get out, and Cu would go straight to collapse in his brother’s arms, with Shoji a phone call away. Some brighter future where he can have the easy acceptance Shoji’s been showing Cu since day one. That’s probably enough - his brother’s love, Shoji’s trust, and leaving behind his reflection in Alou.

Forgiveness isn’t acceptance.

Cu has always let pain roll over him. Written the agonies of neglect into his past and used them as brutal reminders to push forward, find a spot in the light where all eyes would be on him. This hurt - Alou’s betrayal - is breathed out and razor-sharp determination breathed in. He won’t die here. He refuses to die here, because isn’t that what it is? Death is stagnancy, to cease and never start again.

And it seems like his sentiment is echoed all the way down.

Though Cu’s kept himself separate, preferring to hide away out of self-preservation, he’s been front-row to the change everyone’s experienced. The moment the mask washed away, their worst flaws on display like hermit crabs in low tide. And yet, everyone here found someone to stand by, to see and be seen.

And despite his isolation, even he had people willing to know him. Not just here, in Alou’s puppet show, but in the world beyond. Cu has been serving himself up part and parcel for those people, the friends he races through competitions with, his brother who always had an open door for him.

He thinks, foolishly, on a lyrical line: hope is the thing with feathers. Cu raises a hand, and resolves - hope is something I’ll stab you with.

Light glimmers, fractures, and forms itself in a volley of gleaming blades. In Cu’s hand is the familiar shape of a fencing foil. He pauses. Breathes. In any other circumstance, he’d settle in a perfect ready stance, the way he’s always fenced. Precision and no wasted movement. But if there was any time for a stupid flourish, it’d be here. With these idiots, who Cu is, against all his best attempts, so terribly fond of. Some more than others, granted.

He twirls the foil and bows, sweeping from one stance into another. A replication of the time he fenced with Alou, an echo of his brother.

“En garde!”

Cu raises the foil, and every floating blade beside him levels with it. In a fencing match, one would wait for the referee’s call. But there’s no one here who can make the call except him. Maybe that’s what it means to be a person.

“Prêts!”

Muscles coil. The light besides him seems to sharpen, humming dangerously in the air. Cu exhales as his foot shifts, weight off his heel. He’s going to get out of here. He, and Shoji, and everyone else whose lives have been on hold ever since that invitation letter.

“Allez!”

He executes a simple lunge, and the blades of light whip through the air. They needle into Alou, enough to stagger the demon slightly. The wounds are shallow but many, scoring numerous wounds and shredding fur and flesh. Where a sword impacts Alou, piercing right through, the light remains. Every movement impeded by fractals.

Cu grins, reckless and wild.

“Sorry, Alou. But you’re not that important to me.”

#mm trial #cu

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triethrielle-dndoc · 1 year

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letters 3/6

[ooc: Trie has recently been given a series of letters she wrote to her father before she died. i am now writing these letters, as an exercise in discovering more about this character and those around her]

to my dearest father,

i have discovered that living with friends is much worse than strangers. i adore them, and it means they have the propensity to be incredibly bothersome. aron walks through the house like an elephant with his big stompin’ boots. lucinda looks sweet as a doll but she has,,,, violent tendencies. i don’t know where she keeps all these knives but somehow there is always more, no matter how many times yora does a sweep to get rid of them. i have a suspicion dmitri might be helping her hide them. speaking of dmitiri- if he was grumpy before i cannot explain how much worse he is before drinking coffee in the morning. (ooh! that reminds me, have you guys tried coffee? it’s new around her and it’s delicious. i am so perky and awake all day and then i sleep like a log- it’s a miracle drink). bella is so quick to tear at anything, and it drives yora insane, so every other week they’re avoiding each other. i thought opposites attracted but in this case i absolutely does not. and then mayala has no concept of personal space. the whole place might as well be her room the way they’re leaving all their things everywhere. and i’m sure, if you asked, they’d have similar complaints about me, but i’m not too eager to explain all my flaws to you. maybe i feel a bit guilty for spilling my irritations like this. i care for them all, i really do. we’re quite close and i appreciate their companionship a lot. i think i just need some space and time to miss them.

i get that chance when i go to visit diedre. she never did move in with us, despite my insistence. she has a small cottage now, on the outskirts of town. there is always freshly baked bread and a bottle of wine when i arrive. she’s taken up watercolours- she even makes her own paints! she crushes up little critters and plants for their pigments and mixes them with some mixture she makes; it’s all quite impressive but a bit beyond my understanding. but the result is beautiful paint! i had her paint the flowers i grew in my yard, from the seeds you sent me, so you can see a little piece of my new home.

diedre is, well, i don’t know what she is, but she makes me feel wanted. it’s hard to say goodbye, as she always wants me to stay longer where it can be just me and her. sometimes i give in, and stay with her a couple days, sometimes i hurry back. i keep insisting we’re just friends, but i don’t know if that is entirely true. its hard to say no to her. you know the way mum used to come home and sigh and you’d drop everything to tend to her? bring her a cup of tea, get some comfier clothes, dim the lights so it didn’t strain her eyes? it feels like that. i think maybe i’ve found something like that. she tells me something bad might be coming, and we ought to stay close together, just in case.

i think she might be right about that- that something bad might be coming. things are not so soft and simple at the moment. shops close earlier, and everything is more expensive. several diplomats left avalon, and the royal family are rarely seen in public anymore. it’s not often they hold court these days. maybe she’s right. i’m considering coming home, but i can’t well bring all these people with me, and i don’t think it’s fair if i run away and leave them here either.

thinking of you always, and i’ll write soon

-ella

attached painting, on papyrus:

#letters from the past

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plastidgremlin · 2 years

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I suppose I should make a list of all the people who Marlow and Meeho run with, respectively. Partly for my writing purposes, but also partly so you guys won’t be surprised when they pop up in writing.

This is a bit long, so I’ll put it under a read more.

Meeho:

Tevsi: clan leader, and the first Tenno Meeho met after waking up. He’s albino. He’s the most serious of the lot, but only because he feels like the others aren’t serious enough and someone needs to be the responsible one. Ivara Prime, Nekros Prime main Ashi: deaf, and violently angry as a trauma response. She can speak and read lips, but chooses to sign most of the time because it’s safer to be nonverbal in mission. The Orokin tried to give her implants, deeming her “flawed” for her deafness, but she considered herself whole and complete, so she cut out the implants herself. Fiercely protective of her little brothers, Lan and Anto. Her real name is Chiara but she has a hard time saying it, so she goes by Ashi. Valkyr Prime, Garuda Prime main Lan & Anto: twins, pranksters, and amputees - Lan is missing most of his left leg and part of his right foot, and Anto is missing one arm. They did it to themselves by accident when the rescuers tried to catch them on the Zariman. They’re the little brothers of Ashi, and they can frequently be found passing a lunaro ball between each other in the dojo. They’re both brilliant hackers, but Anto is notably better. Lan: Volt Prime, Vauban Prime Anto: Revenant, Vauban Prime Mogram: the only Tenno in the clan to have woken before Meeho. Quiet and grouchy, likes to be left alone. Ash Prime, and a secret soft spot for his Nova Prime Chenzo: brainiac, joined the clan by pressgang accident because Lan and Anto fucked him over on a mission and felt bad so dragged him back to the dojo to help him out. Chroma Prime always Dayu: the youngest member of the clan by far, usually hangs out making music in the dojo. She and Chenzo are almost always together on missions. Octavia Prime all day every day forever. Venna: ...strange. The void had a weird effect on her. She showed up in the dojo one day and just... hangs around. Seems to be highly aware of the man in the wall. Tends to disappear and reappear at the most inexplicable times and in the most inexplicable places.

Marlow:

The bossman: Local to Duviri, unknown individual pulling the strings on Marlow’s life in Duviri. She’s terrified of them, having seen their work - and having had to carry it out a few times, too. She picked up an odd job working for them about two years after winding up in Duviri, and fortunately managed to make a good impression - the bossman doesn’t keep low-level workers unless they show promise, and those unfortunate ones wind up dead after two or three jobs. Needless to say, bossman is paranoid and the business is shady. Yarun: Another Zariman survivor, and a... coworker of sorts. Not a runner, though - coordinator. His family were one of the very, very few proper Orokin on the Zariman - they were kind of falling from grace among the Orokin gentry, hence their presence on the Zariman. His parents went nuts, and Yarun fell in with the Zariman kids, despite his different looks. Definitely creeps people out, but Marlow views him as a little brother and they bond over watching their bumbling idiot of a coworker. Iyin: Said bumbling idiot. Another Zariman survivor - he’s actually the one who got Marlow her, ah, job in Duviri as a runner. He’s happy-go-lucky, and seems a little like a moron, but he’s been a runner for longer than Marlow, which lends itself to there being some kind of brains in there. He’s a bit of a manwhore, and has been trying for years to get Marlow to sleep with him. Sema: Zariman survivor, and a prostitute at the brothel that had been grooming Marlow before Marlow became a runner. Marlow scared her by accident once, she pinned Marlow with a knife to her throat, and Marlow has been smitten ever since. They built a life together over the course of six years. Dead. Kepler & Shapley (Kep & Shap): Kepler is actually Meeho’s Tevsi, going by his real name. Shapley is Kep’s older brother (whom Tevsi doesn’t remember). Runners for some other organization. Their interactions with Marlow usually consist of brawls and insults. Chiara: Ashi in Duviri, but she’s significantly less angry. She’s only an acquaintance. Doesn’t know where her brothers are.

#tevsi is his last name #he doesn't remember his first name or his older brother #SEMA is important #i'm posting some writing about her later #warframe #warframe operator #warframe drifter

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sweetiecutie · 2 years

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Pairing: George Weasley x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, established relationships, fluff, unprotected sex

Spending summer at the burrow was definitely a good idea, the best one you could say. You’ve always had a soft spot for entire Weasley family, with all its noisy kids and fussy parents. Mrs Weasley accepted you as her own child the moment George introduced you to her, treating you with her usual love and tenderness. And so did Mr Weasley, occasionally inundating you with questions about how different muggle objects work. But the happiest about your stay at the burrow of all red-haired family seemed to be no other than Ginny, so desperate for a bit of woman’s company in a house with six men of different age living in. So, needless to say that you were sharing a room with her, to George’s great discontent

Weasley’s house was amazing, even despite all small cracks in the walls and creaking floors you found this place absolutely fabulous. But even such a lovely place had its flaws. Air circulation in such a peculiar building was horrible, and even despite almost all windows of the house being wide open for wind to come in, scorching heat didn’t seem to fade away even a lightest bit. And even now as you’re laying on a bed that Mr Weasley so nicely installed in a spare corner of Ginny’s small, but cozy room, you’re all covered in thin layer of sticky sweat even despite your covers being discarded long time ago

You roll onto your back, staring at the ceiling through the thick darkness, you feel beads of sweat rolling down your temple, getting lost in your hair. You inhale deeply through your nose, lungs filling with hot air not easing your state in a slightest. You rise from soft mattress carefully, heading towards the door leading out of Ginny’s bedroom, trying to make as little noise as possible in order to not wake red-haired girl from her light sleep

Descending the stairs, skipping those that you know creak the loudest, you make it to the kitchen. The air here is a little bit cooler and you sigh heavily in slight relief as it hits your bare skin. You’re wearing nothing but George’s old shirt and your underwear, but even the obvious lack of clothing doesn’t help you dealing with the heat

There’s no need to turn the lights on as you know this kitchen as the back of your hand. You waddle towards the raw of countertops, grabbing spare glass and a jar of water from it. You fill the glass to the brim with a crystal clear liquid, bring it up to your lips and finish it in a few big gulps, repeating the process one more time

When your thirst is finally quenched you make your way to the sink, turning the tap on and washing the glass lazily, then discarding it onto the dish dryer rack. You crouch over the sink, relishing in the feeling of cold water running over the heated skin of your hands, filling handfuls of water and washing sweat off your heated face and neck. You turn the handle of a tap, shutting the flow of water

You’re about to turn around and head back to Ginny’s bedroom when you feel a pair of strong hands wrapping around your mid-section, causing you to jump in surprise

- Goodnight, my love, - you hear a hoarse voice right next to your ear, hot breath fanning over your flushed cheek. You swat lightly at one of man’s arms holding your body, wide grin stretching your lips

- Goddamnit George, you startled me! - you whisper-scream at your boyfriend, leaning your back into him, but as soon as his warmth hits your body you decide against it. Red-haired too feels the heat radiating from you and happily unwraps his arms, letting go of you, crouching over the sink himself and washing his face with delightedly cold water just like you did mere minute ago. In a dim moonlight pouring through open windows you note that he’s wearing nothing but his boxers and you feel kind of envy of him. You too want to discard the poor remainings of your clothes but don’t want to embarrass Ginny with your bare chest

- Can’t fall asleep too? - you inquire softly, leaning against the dining table, squinting at your beloved through the velvety darkness that is especially thick at this time of day - it was not too long until sunrise. You see the dark silhouette of a tall man in front of you nodding a few times as he parrots your actions, leaning against the table himself

- Can’t even imagine how’s Freddie sleeping in his bloody heat. I mean, he’s dead-asleep, I stumbled and fell over his bed and he didn’t even budge! Maybe he fainted? - George tells you in low voice and you giggle dorkingly at man’s words, but the possibility of Fred passing out because of the heat is more than real

- Maybe we should go check on him? - you suggest, earning a breathy chuckle from George as he shakes his head “no”

- He’ll be alright. Anyway it’s Fred we’re talking about, don’t be too sorry for him darling, - George shrugs his shoulders, and you’re about to start defending your boyfriend’s twin as his heavy sigh stops you from doing so. - God I miss cuddling you, this fucking weather’s taking the best of me. Maybe we should go to the lake in the morning?

- So you can grope me in cold water? - you hit him with snide remark and he hums thoughtfully in response

- Exactly my dear, exactly, - George says in feignedly serious voice, making you giggle again. You can’t help but lean against red-haired’s torso, even despite all the brain-melting heat craving for his touch, just a few short seconds - that’d be enough. Surprisingly to you Weasley wraps one of his arms around your shoulders, leaning down closer to your face and whispering quietly:

- Let’s go to the bathroom

You gape at him for a few moments as George gets a soft grip of your hand, leading you up the stairs and towards the tiled room. Once you’re both inside and the door is shut tight behind you, younger of the twins leans in, placing a soft yet demanding kiss to your lips. You waste no time, wrapping your arms around red-haired’s slightly wet from sweat neck, drawing him in even closer

His big hands easily find their way under your (his) t-shirt, roaming and caressing every inch of your body, you can feel his hardening cock rubbing against your belly through the layers of fabric. George crouches a little, his calloused fingers slide down your bare thighs and the moment they get a firm grip of you - you jump, wrapping your legs around your boyfriend’s waist as he supports the weight of your body easily. He sits you on top of a small countertop littered with numerous bottles each containing different kind of shampoo, body wash and other pleasantly-scented liquids

You splay your legs apart for George to settle in-between them comfortably; his nimble hands make quick work shedding your t-shirt, discarding it on the cold tiled floor, immediately finding their way up to your tits, kneading pliable flesh. You whimper softly as he tugs and squeezes sensitive buttons of your nipples, arching your body into your boyfriend’s broad chest. His lips crash onto yours in a deep sloppy kiss, tongues tangle together messily

Your hands slide down from his neck, caressing soft skin of his chest, slowly making your way down to his crotch. You carefully palm George through his underwear, feeling his hard cock twitching under your touch. It’s been a while since you had sex, it’s hard to find a private place in a house full of energetic teenagers

- I want you. Right now, - you whisper breathily against George’s lips, and fortunately he takes your hint, hooking the elastic of your panties with his fingers and pulling them down your legs, taking the useless garment off. He then does the same with his boxers, kicking them off as they flood around his ankles, wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock and pumping it lazily a few times

George’s other hand slides in-between your legs, scooping up your arousal with his index and middle fingers, smearing it all over your puffy pussy. His fingertips graze your entrance, teasing your hole with light touches, and when you’re about to start complaining red-haired pushes his digits softly in, meeting slight resistance of your inner walls caused by the lack of sex

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing gentle figures eight into the bundle of nerves, making you writhe under his touch. George carefully, not to cause any pain, scissors and curls his fingers up inside of you, stretching your pussy out for himself. Soon he adds the third finger and you mewl at the pleasant feeling, bucking your hips into your boyfriend’s hand, signaling that you’re ready to take him inside

Younger out of twins decides not to torture both of you any more, pulling his fingers out of you and then shoving his digits into his mouth, relishing in the ethereal taste of you. He holds his heavy cock, swiping the head of it up and down your slit, covering himself in your slick to ease the penetration before aligning himself with your fluttering hole

You hold in a breath in anticipation and soon enough George bucks his hips carefully, forcing himself into the heat of your body. Your head lolls back as he fully bottoms up inside of your pussy, his cockhead nudging your cervix. Red-haired starts pumping his hips against yours, picking up steady pace and you let out a loud moan, relishing in the feeling of finally being full

Suddenly you feel one of George’s hands being slapped over your mouth, trying to muffle all the precious sounds that slip past you kiss-swollen lips

- Honey, I don’t have a wand to cast a silencing spell. Be quiet, you don’t want the whole house to know what we are doing here, right? - George whispers in your ear and you nod in response frantically, biting into your bottom lip to suppress small whimpers and moans tearing through you

His fingers release your mouth and make their way down, roaming your smaller body and digging into soft thighs. George buries his head in the crook between your neck and shoulder, his hips snap into yours on a rapid tempo and he grunts against your skin. You run your hands up and down man’s muscular from quidditch arms causing goosebumps to rise up on his freckled skin

- Fuck, I missed this so damn much, - George groans quietly, his hot lips graze the skin of your neck, his hands roam all over your pliable form as he thrusts into you, guiding your hips to meet him halfway, deepening the penetration and causing both of you to roll your eyes back in pleasure

You sigh as he pulls out, and you barely manage to hold back a lecherous moan as he thrusts all the way back in. He pushes your legs further apart, changing by that the angle on which he’s fucking into you, and you distinguish George hissing a few profanities through clenched teeth

Your hand slides down to where your and George’s bodies connect, small fingers flicking over your swollen clit skillfully, pleasuring yourself. Red-haired groans at the sight, his pace becoming sloppy and abrupt as he feels your walls clamp around him. Your mind starts feeling fuzzy and body tenses, you feel your release quickly approaching

- Georgie, I’m close, - you whine meekly, grazing his sharp jawline with your lips in a weak attempt to give him a kiss. Red-haired nods curtly at your words, his ragged breathing fanning over your sweat-covered chest

- ‘m right behind you, - he rasps and you already start feeling knots growing tighter in your stomach, mild electric shocks circulating through your veins and to every smallest cell of your body

It takes only a few more deep thrusts to push you over the edge; pleasure rolls over your body wave after wave, crashing your whole being with thrumming pleasure. Your grip on George is so tight that you’re sure that you’ll leave bruises on his skin, but neither of you care. Weasley boy follows immediately after you, his hips lurch as he shoots his hot cum inside of you, painting your walls white, the prettiest little whimper escaping his lips

George rests his forehead against yours, your noses rubbing together as both of you try to catch your breaths, eyes closed euphorically. As your mind starts clearing out you realize just how hot it is in the once pleasantly chill bathroom, the air is stale and heavy, your and George’s body covered in sticky sweat

- We gotta take a shower, - you mumble quietly, feeling slightly tired but not sleepy at all. George hums in agreement, placing chaste kisses on both of your cheeks, causing you to smile weakly

- And then we can lounge on the couch before picking up others and heading to the lake, - boy suggests, now leaving a short peck on your lips

- Sounds great, - you sigh happily, leaning into his sweltering embrace

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cherienymphe · 2 years

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Spellbound (Druig x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, mind control, kidnapping, forced pregnancy

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts | divider by @firefly-graphics

summary: Druig can control minds, but he’s the one who’s fallen under your spell.

Druig knew that it was wrong to take you.

Despite the fact that beings like him lived by their own rules, and the morals and laws of mortals rarely applied to his kind, he still knew that it was wrong. He was wrong to do a lot of things. He was wrong to watch you like he did, to trace every inch of your frame with his cerulean gaze while you were none the wiser. It was wrong of him to follow you, studying your habits and movements as you interacted with your friends and family, wishing that it was him who held your attention.

It was especially wrong of him to imagine what it would be like to have you gaze up at him with perfect trust, eyes glassy and lips parted under the influence of his gift.

But these were just thoughts, and thoughts had never hurt anyone before. Druig heard plenty of thoughts in passing that made him raise an eyebrow, and he had been around long enough to know what was alarming and what wasn’t. His daydreams—fantasies weren’t alarming in the slightest. At least, that was what he told himself when he found his fingers twitching with the urge to reach out and touch you. Or when he would catch himself taking one gentle step forward with the shallow intention of stealing you away.

These were just thoughts. Thoughts that consumed him when his brothers and sisters were a bit too suffocating. Or when Ikaris’ self-importance became a bit too much. Or when doubts started to creep up on him about all of this and his purpose here, especially while watching mankind become more and more depraved. It both disgusted and frightened him, and those were times where his thoughts became overwhelming.

Druig would look around at the mess this was all becoming, and he’d want nothing more than to hide you away from all of this. He couldn’t bear the thought of any of this touching you, tainting your smile and darkening your aura, your weak mortal body cracking under the pressure of your inherently flawed human nature. But then you would catch his eye, and you would smile in that way that told him you were untouched by the true horrors out there, and for a moment, Druig was convinced that everything would be okay.

Only you could do that, and that was when he’d find himself gravitating towards you. Even just being near you made him feel that way, and so he’d shadow your footsteps, just far away enough to be careful, but close enough to satisfy him. Naturally, he grew addicted to that feeling, and soon enough, he got his fix.

“Druig,” he’d told you when he introduced himself, and you had smiled.

He was so entranced by it that he’d almost missed the sound of you telling him yours, a smile on his own face as he repeated it to himself. Of course, he already knew it, but he liked the taste of it on his tongue, nonetheless. Your smile had widened at the action, a soft laugh escaping you as you showed him the plants that you were growing.

He knew all about those too, but he was more than content to make you believe that you were teaching him something new. His gaze rested on the side of your face as you pointed, drinking in your skin and your lips as they moved, and the way the sun hit your eyes just right.

“My mother,” you murmured, voice quieting. “She’s very sick, you see…and… If I cannot find something to heal her, then she’ll die.”

His own face had fallen at that, and before he had time to register just how much that would break your heart, you were turning towards him again with another smile.

“I’ll save her though. I have to.”

You said that last part more to yourself than him, and it should have come as no surprise to him when he was angrily staring at Ajak that night. Her denial to help you had upset him more than any of her other refusals, and it was the first night that Druig had been struck with the almost crumbling urge to outright defy her.

“We do not interfere,” she repeated to him in that tone that he was beginning to hate more than the Deviants themselves.

He had begged and begged, so unlike himself, and even humbled before her, she still turned him away. He’d told her that selflessness drove his actions, and maybe he truly believed it at that time, but in truth, your happiness fueled his happiness. It was why he was determined to see your mother live too, but fate had other plans, and if he regretted getting close to you when he knew he shouldn’t have, they were long gone when you threw yourself into his arms.

You had no one, and he knew that the best thing for you was to marry a man who could provide for you, but the thought angered him more than anything Ajak or Ikaris could ever spew. You were beautiful, and he would have to be a fool to miss the way you were admired. To miss the yearning gazes that followed you, identical to the one in his own eyes.

Druig was a lot of things, but a fool was not one of them.

And when he’d reached his breaking point, when he was being honest with Ajak and standing toe to toe with Ikaris, he made the decision right then and there. He wanted to save these mortals that Ajak had convinced the others were destined to die before their time. He just wanted to get them away from the violence and bloodshed, giving them another chance at a safe life. He wanted to get you away from it all. That was what he’d told himself at least, but when the gold of his eyes returned to their natural blue, watching in satisfaction as the rest of your kind walked off to build a new life…

You did not follow, hand held in his as his gaze grew bright once again, and you turned to him with a mesmerized smile.

Druig was a rapist.

He could spin it any way he wanted to and tell himself all of the comforts in the world, but it couldn’t be viewed as anything other than what it was. You smiled at him and looked up at him with blind adoration, thighs eagerly parting to accommodate him, but it was rape all the same.

As much as he couldn’t stand Ikaris at times, Druig was officially worse than him, and that left a sour taste in his mouth.

He didn’t want to call himself that, call it that, but that was what it was, and he’d made his peace with it. It had eaten away at him at first, and that was why he’d fed himself lie after lie. You had liked him before all of this. You had smiled at him and leaned into him, so he was not making you do something you weren’t already going to do.

He’d had every intention of dropping his influence, eager to let you fall for him as naturally as he did with you. Everyone had good intentions, he supposed, but then he’d had the irresistible urge to kiss you, and when he did, the taste of you on his tongue triggered a frenzy in him. You had stolen his breath away without even trying, and he was convinced that you were the one to put a spell on him as he mauled you in a way that should have made him feel shame.

Your own hands had been unsure, even with his voice in your head telling you to accept his ministrations. It had hit him then that you’d never been touched like this before, and his desperate movements suddenly turned into languid touches. He hadn’t wanted to miss a single part of you, and the sound of your sighs were like music to his ears.

Your head had been thrown back in ecstasy as he kissed down the column of your throat. Your skin felt like flower petals beneath his fingers, and when you pulled him closer, he’d thanked Arishem that he’d plucked you. Your mewls egged him on, and Druig had almost come on the spot when you’d happily opened your legs for him.

He hadn’t hesitated to taste you, drinking from you like he was dying of thirst. Your fingers in his hair and the taste of you on his tongue and the sounds falling from your lips had made for an intoxicating combination. He wouldn’t have been able to stop even if he wanted to…

And he hadn’t wanted to.

You both barely registered your pain, too wrapped up in the feel of him inside of your warm walls. He’d caged you in beneath him, forearms pressed to the bed as he curved his hips into yours, sinking into you without abandon. Your hands had grabbed at him in desperation, slipping and sliding over his skin from the sweat that clung to it, and yours faired no better. He’d been chasing something that night, and he’d found it when you came around him.

The mixture of shock and bliss in your eyes would haunt him in the best way forever. The breathlessness of your voice, the tremble of your body, the flutter of your core around his hard cock. He had done that. He was the one who had led you to that, and if he had it his way, no one else ever would. And in that moment, Druig wanted to have it his way.

He had fucked you for hours that night, holding you down and tasting your skin with a hunger that frankly scared him. Your legs had been wrapped around him, nails pressing into his skin while singing for him in a way that soothed him. He only ever pulled away when your legs and arms would drop to the bed, exhaustion snatching you away from him.

In those moments, he’d pulled away to look at you, slipping out of you with a groan before settling beside your prone frame. He’d propped his head up to get a better look at you, reaching out to trace patterns into your dewy skin, charmed by the way the moonlight hit it. There would be the most relaxed smile on your face, and despite how much he wanted to make you squirm in your sleep, that was too far for him.

Because that would really make him what he didn’t want to be, right?

He told himself that you would have wanted this. It was like a prayer on his tongue, a mantra he told himself that was really nothing more than wishful thinking. He repeated it to himself until he couldn’t anymore, and he’d held his breath as his influence left you, desperate to know the truth. Your confusion and fear had been as clear as day, and despite your familiarity with him, it hadn’t been enough to ease your worries.

Where were you? Where did everyone go? Why couldn’t you remember anything?

Those were the questions that met him, and with every one fired his way, the façade he’d made for himself crumbled more and more. He could see it in your eyes that you were afraid of both him and the situation you found yourself in, and in that moment, he’d accepted his role as the villain in your life.

His selfishness had won.

With a clench of his jaw, your fear was gone. Your tears no longer fell, and Druig gently brushed away the ones that had. There was nothing left in your eyes but perfect love and perfect trust, and there was no amount of guilt in his heart that could stop him from capturing your lips with his own.

Druig knew the first time you threw up.

It was just after breakfast, and you had apologized profusely, confusion coloring your tone as you told him that you hadn’t felt sick. He had cleaned it up with a smile, reaching out with his other hand to brush his thumb along your bottom lip.

“It’s alright, my love. It just did not agree with you,” he told you.

Still, his soothing words did not calm you, and he’d had to bribe you with a book to get you to forget about it. You had nodded with a smile, and as your back rested against his chest, your fingers playing with the sleeve of his shirt as he read to you, his free hand had found its way to your stomach, a fierce possessiveness filling him that he had never felt before.

You had almost seemed nervous to tell him once you realized the truth, and he’d eased it by falling to his knees. His arms circled around your waist to pull you closer, his lips pressing against your stomach through the thin material of your dress. He’d looked up at you, and from his place on his knees, he thought to himself that if he believed in angels, he would probably mistake you for one.

Sex with you was different now, and if Druig thought he was addicted before, it was laughable in comparison to his desire for you while you swelled with his child. He wanted to live inside of you, and for the most part, he did. He woke you up with languid thrusts, and if it were possible, he would choose to wake up with you moaning underneath him.

Your stomach was barely protruding, only just starting to show, and his hands pressed themselves to your stomach as he pushed himself into you. Your own hands reached back to hold onto him, gasps leaving your parted lips as he stretched you around him. His hands slid over your frame, unable to remain in one place for long, longing to touch every part of you.

“Tell me you love me,” he whispered against your ear, desperate to hear it.

You told him that you loved him all the time, eyes bright and sparkling, but he really wanted to hear it now for some reason. He wanted to hear how much he meant to you and how much you desired him. He wanted to hear you vowing your devotion to him, and only when you did, did he come inside of you.

He was always coming inside of you. When you bathed together, when sleep threatened to take you, even in the kitchen. There were times where he would have you sit in his lip while he read to you, and his hand would find a home between your legs before making you sink down onto his cock, snugly sitting inside of you before moving beneath you, forcing you to take his thrusts.

It never waned. In fact, his desire for you only reached knew heights as you swell, your dresses falling around you like water from the roundness of your stomach. You were glowing, a warmth in your skin that had nothing at all to do with his powers but instead the child growing in your stomach. Your happiness came from that, and despite the lie he was clearly feeding himself, it made him feel a little better.

You were excited to feel the baby kick, and Druig could not keep his eyes off of your face as you pressed his hand to your stomach. He stroked your face as you mulled over baby names, teeth sinking into your lip and brows drawn together. There was a fond smile on his lips as you would tearfully ask him if he still thought you were beautiful, and he’d chuckle before taking your face into his hands.

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/N,” he would murmur. “How could you ever ask me something so silly?”

You would shrug, suddenly unsure of your thoughts, and he would wrap his arms around you.

“Am I not inside of you every chance I can get?” he whispered into your ear, and he took great pleasure in the way you shuddered in his hold.

He happily spent the next few hours showing you just how beautiful he thought you were. It was hard to feel remorse for his actions in moments like this. It was hard to linger on just what he was doing to you and how disturbingly awful it really was. He was taking away your will and consent to make him happy, and no matter how happy you were too, it was not real. It was a farce. A lie, and if his brothers and sisters could see him now, the disgust and horror would be more than enough to bring him to his knees.

But Druig loved you.

He loved you and desired you more than anyone he had ever met, and any minor guilt that still lingered was long gone the moment you brought his daughter into this world. She had your eyes and his hair, and her cry was his second favorite sound in the world. With her in his arms, he pressed his lips to your glistening skin, telling you how great of a job you did and other praises that granted him a weak smile.

You were obsessed with her. She was never out of your sight, and you loved to watch her as she slept, and he loved to watch you. You were childlike in your own right as you marveled at every sound and movement she made. He ran his eyes over you, a mirthful smirk on his own lips when you hurried to pull him along to see her do something as mundane as make spit bubbles. You were in love with the mere existence of her, and Druig made sure that you knew that that was exactly how he felt about you.

It was love.

He watched you and coveted you and loved you when it was all he could do, and even though he shouldn’t have, he stole you away. He had no right to, but perhaps you were his long before even he realized it. If he had it his way, he would keep you until the end of time, and Druig had grown accustomed to having it his way.

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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Come Home.

Mob!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: Bucky comes home to find you and your son asleep in your bed and his heart damn near explodes with how much he loves his family. And after putting your baby to sleep, Bucky proceeds to show you just how grateful he is to have you and how much he loves you...

Themes: fluff, soft smut

WARNING: FLUFF

a/n: just a quick dose of fluff because we all need some, ily!

Bucky checked his phone the moment he slid into the backseat of his car. Without a word said, his driver knew that he would be going home.

Bucky smiled at the text you just sent him, attached to which was a picture of you and your son cuddling on your bed with big smiles on both your faces. The text read: ‘Showered, PJs on and we’re ready for cuddles! Come home quick, we love you!’

Just the thought of returning home to his little family which he adored so much made all his fatigue fade away. He couldn’t imagine life without the two of you in it, he would die and kill for you without hesitation.

Half an hour later he was home. He made sure to have a quick word with his guards outside - as always thanking them for ensuring the safety of his family when he’s not around during the day. He walked inside and locked the door and rushed upstairs, excited to see you and his son, already taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He walked into your bedroom and he immediately melted at the sight on your bed.

Both you and your son, in matching PJs, fell asleep while waiting on him. You were sprawled carelessly on the soft mattress and your son fell asleep on top of you, holding on to your hip. Bucky let out a soft chuckle as he carefully stepped closer to you two, noticing the bedtime story books amidst the books you were currently reading, as well as the bar of chocolate on the bedside which you and your son probably shared - things your son inherited from you; the love for books and stories, and a sweet tooth.

Bucky leaned over, kissing you both carefully on the forehead. He always found it adorable how both you and your son slept similarly; lips slightly parted, snoring softly. He decided not to disturb you two any further so he slipped into the bathroom as quietly as possible.

Once he stepped out of the shower, he had to force himself to disturb your baby boy slightly because he needed to be put in his own bed so he could sleep more comfortably. But also, Bucky desperately needed some time alone with you.

He placed one knee gently on the bed, bending a little and slipping his hands under the little sleeping frame of your son so as to pick him up as gently as possible. “Come on bud, we gotta put you in your own bed.” He whispered, mainly to himself as he detached the 3-year-old toddler from your hip. “Such a momma’s boy,” Bucky muttered under his breath when he realized that your son was putting up a gentle fight even in his sleep as his father tried to get him off of your leg.

As soon as he felt the loss of contact from your body heat, your son whimpered quietly in his father’s arms, still asleep as he made an attempt to reach out for you again with his little arms. Bucky smiled. “I know, I know.” He shushed your son as best he could, rocking him gently and praying to God he doesn’t wake up.

“I’m just as obsessed with your mom as you are. I hate being away from her too.” He whispered to your son as he slowly walked out of your bedroom and crossed the hallway to get to the little man’s room. “But hey, you hang out with her all day. Now it’s my turn.” He whispered, placing your son down on the smaller, equally as comfy bed.

He positioned the pillows just how he liked it and tucked your baby in bed, kissing his forehead. “Good night little man, daddy loves you.” He turned the soft night light on before leaving the room, closing the door just halfway.

Bucky was almost giddy as he slid into bed behind you. He pulled the covers over both of you before pulling you closer and spooning you from behind. You stirred gently, recognizing his touch instantly as his bare chest pressed against your back. He wrapped his strong arm around you, pulling you into him even more and kissed along your exposed neck.

You woke up giggling as he nibbled on your skin. You kept your eyes closed and just relished his touch. “Hi handsome.” You whispered. Bucky responded with a soft moan, kissing and licking along your throat. You immediately reached out to feel the spot beside you, where you remember your son had fallen asleep earlier. “Where’s-,”

Bucky replied before you even finished your sentence. “Already put him to bed. I found him holding on to your leg like a little koala bear when I came in.”

You let out a chuckle. “God, I love him. I love him so much it hurts.”

Bucky hummed, agreeing before he bit down on your shoulder. “Spare some love for me. I helped make him.” He spoke of his son fondly as always, yet you noticed the ever-present, playful jealousy in his tone.

You giggled, “Oh of course. You’re part of the reason why he’s here. Thank you for that.” You turned in his arms to face your husband. You reached up and caressed his cheek softly. “Thank you.” You whispered again.

Bucky smiled, which quickly morphed into a smirk. “I can think of so many ways in which you can thank me.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours before you could say anything. He felt you smile into the kiss as he deepened it, slipping his tongue into your mouth; licking and earning soft moans out of you.

He wrapped his arms tighter around your warm body as he gently pushed you onto your back and climbed on top of you, not breaking the kiss yet. He hissed in pleasure when you playfully bit his lip, filling his mind with filth. He pulled away gently, looking down at you with his piercing blue eyes. “I’ve missed you all day.”

You noticed the way he discreetly rolled his hips against you, rubbing his erection against your clothed core. Even through the layers of clothing you could feel his hunger; thick, large, hard. You were certain that by now your stare must be just as filled with lust and love as his was.

“Show me how much.” You whispered, lips already parted as you awaited his kiss.

Unable to resist, he leaned down for a brief, deep kiss before pulling away to stare at you again. “Where do you want me, baby?” His voice was deeper, words dripping with desire as his body heat wrapped around you. He was needy, rubbing his erection more and more in between your legs as if pleading you to let him pleasure you.

You groaned, loving his gentle teasing. “I don’t mind, I just want you.”

He chuckled, your words stroking his ego. “I love you.” He mumbled, lowering his mouth to yours again; kissing your lips before moving slowly down your body, his lips kissing down your body as his fingers slowly unbuttoned your top. He stopped and stared at your chest shamelessly once your top was off. He straddled you and reached up to cup both your breasts in his large hands and fondled with them before looking up at you. “Did they get bigger? I feel like they did.”

That earned a loud chuckle out of you. “Perv.” You mumbled while sliding your fingers into his thick, soft hair which he had also passed on to your son.

Bucky smirked before leaning in to kiss down the valley of your cleavage, still toying with your breasts while occasionally rolling and pinching your nipples, making you arch your back off the bed. He pulled away after a while, and kept kissing down your body until he knelt in between your legs.

He gently lowered your shorts down your legs; getting rid of them and kissed your inner thighs once you were completely naked under him. No matter how many times he had seen you naked, your body, your warmth - it always excited him just the same as the first time.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled and brushed his soft lips along your inner thighs, making you giggle and moan quietly under your breath.

You opened your eyes to look down at him with nothing but love, and desire in your stare. There was a time in your life when you questioned whether or not one day someone would be capable of loving you with all their heart, despite your flaws and imperfections. You wondered if you’d ever be one of the lucky ones whose partners looked at them with pure love, devotion and affection. That question was answered now because Bucky always looked at you like you hung the moon itself.

It didn’t have to be said, he knew what you were thinking. He always knew. He placed both his hands on either one of your knees and separated your legs, settling in between them like he belonged there and inched his face closer to your already dripping core.

You could feel his warm breath hit your wet skin as he brought his mouth closer to your wet lips. He held your stare as he peppered kisses around your glistening core. You moaned quietly when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your throbbing clit. You felt your heart flutter as a familiar warmth washed over you.

Your hand immediately flew to his slightly damp hair, and you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit, earning another moan out of you.

He didn’t hold back, he ate you out eagerly; satiating both your hunger. Bucky looked up at you again at the same time as you looked down, and you saw the pure hunger in his eyes. And he saw the need in yours. So he gave you his all. He had you squirming, moaning - a complete mess under him in no time.

Your eyes rolled back and your legs trembled as you felt his tongue fucking you gently. He locked his arms around your thighs and pushed your core further into his mouth, making you cry out of pleasure. He couldn’t get enough of you; your taste, your warmth, the way you moaned, the fact that he knew no one else would ever make you feel this way ever again. It drove him wild.

With a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you coming undone; gushing out all over his tongue as he lapped up whatever you gave him; making you gasp and moan. The wet sounds erupting whenever his mouth sucked on your sensitive clit were downright filthy and it only made you want more of him.

You felt him kissing his way up your body; leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin, until he reached your mouth again. His kiss was gentle. When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes to stare into his deep blue eyes.

His stare was feral, he was hungry. “I need you.” He was in a bit of a daze as he thought of the last time he had you - yesterday morning - and that felt like ages ago.

You reached up and touched his cheek gently. “I’m all yours, Buck.” You reminded him.

That was enough. You were his, and he loved you more and more each day. And he showed you just that. He leaned in for a kiss again. He kissed your skin; from your mouth to your neck as he lowered his sweatpants and carefully slid into you. Your walls welcomed him perfectly and he moaned under his breath as he filled you up entirely, inch by inch. Your warmth wrapped around him, gripping him and reminding him that he was yours. He would always belong to you because no one else would ever make him feel this way.

You whined in pleasure and your back arched off the bed just as you felt his thick cock filling you up; snug inside you. He felt familiar, yet just as intoxicating each time. He laced your fingers together and pinned both your entwined hands above your head as he sped up into you. You frowned in pleasure and threw your head back as he started rocking in and out of you. He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly.

The air around you got warmer again, his movements were gentle, and passionate and loving. His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting and intimate. His grip around your hand tightened each time you’d mumble his name under your breath.

“You’re all mine.” He whispered against your lips, and leaned in to kiss you deeply while he deliberately stroked his cock against your walls as slowly as he could just to make you whine and whimper even more under him. “Look at me,” he growled quietly under his breath.

You immediately opened your eyes and stared into his. His stare was intense, but loving as always. His lips were full and swollen as he looked down at you like you were as important as the air he breathed. You felt his cock hit all the right spots each time he moved against you, and his lips parted and he groaned the moment your walls started clenching around him.

He moaned at how tight you felt around his throbbing cock, and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Come for me, baby...” He whispered, voice strained and gravelly; which sent chills down your body.

His voice was enough to take you right to the edge. You felt the pressure and the familiar, sweet pain in between your legs; making you gasp for air and your walls clench violently around him. “Come with me…” You moaned, wantonly.

His hands reached down and grabbed your sides gently, keeping you in place as he sped up into you; his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. Your bodies moved perfectly against each other. He held you as close to him as he could, pushing his face into you and nuzzling your neck as he fucked you relentlessly.

With a few more strokes of his cock, you came undone; gushing out all around him. You came around his cock with a loud moan; grinding against him hungrily while he moaned against your lips as he came right after you.

You were both gasping for air; hearts racing and holding onto each other as you came down from your high together. Bucky was careful not to crush you under him and moved to lay beside you for a moment, catching his breath before he pulled you into him again, spooning you from behind like he had earlier.

You pulled the covers back up on top of your warm bodies and you closed your eyes, basking in his warmth.

He leaned over to kiss your cheek again and playfully nipped at your earlobe, you pulled away giggling again.

“I love you, baby.” He murmured into your ear. He would never get tired of saying it because he meant it, with all his heart and he knew that you knew.

“I love you more.” You sighed, thankful for him. “Now,” you spoke as you turned around in his arms, facing him yet again, “Tell me about your day…”

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