#cooing at him while preening and UGH

[sixeyesonathiel]

satoru wants praise. constant, dramatic, over-the-top praise. and he’s not subtle about it.

he takes out the trash and comes back in with the air of a man who just saved the world. arms spread, chin up, dramatic sigh. “your husband has returned,” he says, expectant. you’re just trying to wash dishes, mind your business, but he’s hovering behind you like a six-foot-tall golden retriever who craves attention. he nudges your shoulder, taps your elbow, bumps your hip with his, until you finally turn around.

“kiss,” he demands, eyes wide and pouty. you blink. he leans in like it’s his right. “i touched the gross bag. i braved the outside. i faced the raccoon that lives near the bins. i deserve a reward.”

he folds one shirt—badly, you might add—and yells from across the hall, “baby! emergency! come here!” you run in thinking he’s set the kitchen on fire or broken a limb, only to find him standing like a proud peacock beside a wobbly stack of laundry.

“look at this craftsmanship,” he says, holding up a towel like it’s the last supper painting. “behold my glory. where’s my trophy? my parade? my standing ovation? did the mayor call yet?”

he pours water into the pitcher—without spilling it, mind you—and turns to you with the smuggest little smirk known to man. “tell me i’m sexy.”

“...you filled the brita.”

“exactly. domestic and desirable. say it with your chest.”

and you do, because unfortunately for you, you’re hopelessly, irrevocably in love with this ridiculous, praise-hungry man. so you coo. you clap. you kiss his cheeks and ruffle his hair and call him your strong, brave househusband. you dramatically wipe a fake tear and tell him how lucky the world is to witness his greatness. you whisper that he’s the hottest man alive for sorting the recycling. and he eats it up. full sparkling eyes, puffed-out chest, giggling like a schoolboy in love, throwing his arms around you like he’s just scored the game-winning point.

he starts making up tasks just to fish for more. he'll tighten a jar lid and then call for you, chest heaving like he’s run a marathon. “babe. babe. i saved the pickles. tell me i’m amazing.”

you try to tease him—“what, you want a gold star every time you do a chore?”

he doesn’t even blink. “yes. and a kiss. and a snack. preferably hand-fed. preferably while you tell me i’m a gift to mankind.”

“you’re impossible,” you huff, already reaching for the cookies and cupping his ridiculous face in your hands.

and he just grins, because he knows. he knows you’ll give in every time. because it’s only fair—he does praise you like a goddess when he’s got you in bed, murmuring sweet things like you hung the moon and stars and he’s the luckiest man alive. he’ll have your name spilling from his lips like worship, hands reverent, voice full of awe. so why shouldn’t you tell him he’s the hottest man on earth when he unclogs the sink?

he pouts if you don’t. preens when you do. flashes you that pretty smile and says, “i’ll do more chores if you promise to thank me with moans next time.”

you smack his arm, but your face is already heating up. because god, he’s stupid. and charming. and annoyingly good at getting what he wants. it doesn’t help that you’re just as down bad.

ugh. disgusting. you love him so much it’s embarrassing.

[lialucis]

Oooouggh April is indeed Gaz month, I feel it in my boooones... I've never been obsessed with the man like I have this month... But ugh guys LISTEN

hybrid bird!Gaz with a bearded vulture!mate partner hes working on it guys

But the two having a spring grooming session, preening and cleaning the others wings. Dating or not, birds like to clean others. Vulture cleaning every hard to reach spot in a very thorough manner. Even places Gaz didn't even realize he had. Soft trills and coos echoing from both from the content bubble they're in. Vulture sitting on Gaz's ass to better reach his wings while the man lays in a prone position, cuddled up to a pillow.

An accidental touch down the mans back has his hind brain kicking in, clearly telling him you want a piece of his ass and you're very interested. And oh how he wants to please. Please baby bird let him please 🥺

Coaxes you into switching with him early, slowly persuading you that he would love to help clean your red feathers and repaint them for you. Knowing how much of a color boner bearded vultures get for the color red. And how messy it is from start to finish.

Coaxes you into taking off your outerwear so he doesn't ruin your clothes with his unskilled touch. Filthy liar. And begins cleaning and grooming you in turn, perched heh on your ass as you were to him. Kneading and cleaning every individual feather with a meticulousness. Starting from the ends and working his way up, scooting to perch on your lower back. Hips subtly shifting, and showing his arousal in a subtle manner. Whispering half hearted apologies when he runs his fingers down your back to gather the paint he dribbled down on 'accident'. Kicking your own hind brain into action, hips rolling against the pile of pillows as your breathing grows uneven. Blissed out from the rare deep cleaning no one's ever tried on you before. And those warm touches, painting patterns, and a name on your lower back, well that just gets his pretty baby bird all hot and bothered.

And what kind of mate would Gaz be if he didn't help with that? 🥺 Just lay back baby bird, we'll pick this back up after we work out some of that tension. Promise you won't leave till we're done. 🪶

@goatgoesmbe @xxundeadfanboixx

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

in fear of what awaits from @val-the-bun's AU, i dream up were-harpy Vaggie chaggie FLUFF to prepare myself

and also Razzle and Dazzle are here. whether they wanna be or not :D

Big scary harpy Vaggie repeatedly trying to “nest” Charlie’s little demon goats whenever Razzle and Dazzle show up to help Charlie with the whole “Giant Murder Bird Monster” situation

First time she lunged at them Charlie’s heart STOPPED

bc Razzle and Dazzle are hellborn they won't pull themselves back together if torn apart and why didn't Charlie think of that and does harpy Vaggie know that and is she about to kill th-

Nope!

Charlie’s weird new roommate grabs Dazzle by the scruff of his neck fur and shoves him deep into the pillow nest she spent two hours arranging Just So

Then harpy Vaggie chases Razzle around the room until she can do the same with HIM

By that point Dazzle had climbed free and when harpy Vaggie saw him escaping she SCREECHED and fluffed up

and THIS time after stuffing him back in the nest, she also herded Charlie over to “sit” on him

This was needed bc Razzle had taken the chance to escape too, taking off with a lot more speed than his brother, vanishing into the rest of the house while harpy Vaggie was busy

If he was hoping for out of sight out of mind he was wrong

Harpy Vaggie scents the air and goes hunting after him, making low soothing “coo” sounds and the occasional frustrate  SQUAWK when the “chick” keeps running away from her

Charlie relaxes in the nest with Dazzle, heart rate slowly returning to normal, smiling in relief at the noise of harpy Vaggie crashing into things and breaking stuff somewhere in the house during her determined pursuit of Snuggle Times

A grumpy Razzle is finally brought to the nest clamped FIRMLY in Vaggie’s jaws (not a scratch on him) (plenty on Vaggie though, feathers ruffled from getting hit with falling debris)  

And as Harpy Vaggie shoves her prisoner into the pillows before sitting over him (again very firmly) (sulking Razzle only kept in place by her weight while Dazzle snoozes peacefully under Charlie’s arm) Charlie risks reaching up to scratch the ridge of feathers over harpy Vaggie’s eye, making the demon bird monster slowly droop and fall over with head landing in Charlie’s lap

Charlie could get used to this~

She thinks, until Vaggie starts trying to FEED the “demon goat baby chicks”, and breaks out of a window to go eviscerate a sinner for their dinner

The sinner wouldn’t have minded so much

(vaggie swooped in from behind and made it quick so they honestly felt more surprise than pain)

but harpy Vaggie also insisted on taking their liver away with her afterwards

Charlie had leaped through the broken window after her, chased her down on hoof half way across the pride ring, and then spent half an hour trying to get her bird monster roommate to stop sticking her head into the sinners ribcage rummaging around for treats and come home already

Charlie did NOT have the energy to argue about the organ theft, but promised the sinner they’d return it soon

back home, harpy Vaggie tried feeding the liver to Charlie’s “kids”, getting more and more anxious and wound up each time they refused

Charlie’s solution was to plead for her plushie demon friends’ cooperation in a very gory stage magic trick

Razzle and Dazzle glumly pretend to ‘eat’ the organ, letting Charlie scoop it up and yeet it out the window while harpy Vaggie preened in satisfaction before stuffing the “chicks” back in the nest again

This horrified the Charlie, since harpy Vaggie was still covered in blood and gore

Charlie: “Noooooo no no no, Vaggie! Ew! We need to clean you up first before snuggle t- UGH NO DON’T LICK THE BLOOD OFF YOURSELF!!”

Sadly, giant bird monsters do not fit into your average sized bathroom for showers and scrubbies

So annoyed harpy Vaggie was herded up onto the roof by Charlie while Razzle and Dazzle connected the gardening hose

Charlie: “Oh stop hissing, I made the water the same temperature as a the, ugh, blood spray from earlier. You’ll be FINE.”

Harpy Vaggie: (clacks jaws and starts biting at the water)

Charlie: “That’s fine too. I literally don’t care HOW we do this as long as you Don't get guts all over the freshly washed pillow nest the moment Razzle and Dazzle take them out of the dryer.”

Harpy Vaggie: (SCREECH)

Charlie: “Look I’m SORRY we took apart your nest and you’ll have to spend forever getting it just right again-"

Harpy Vaggie: (SCREECH AGAIN)

Charlie: "I'm sorry! But I am NOT snuggling up with fresh bloodstains, Vaggie!”

Harpy Vaggie: (hissssss)

Charlie: “No! Now let’s scrub your talons so we can get this over with an dry YOU off!”

One traumatic failed attempt at using the hair dryer on Vaggie’s many, MANY soaking wet feathers later...

Demon Charlie: “HOLY SHIT IM JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU!!!”

Harpy Vaggie: (CAW) (CAW) (C- coo?)

Demon Charlie: “WHAT?” (deep breath) “What is it? The hair dryer not so terrifying after all?”

Harpy Vaggie: (edges closer)

Demon Charlie: “It’s okay, see? It won’t hurt- Hey!”

Harpy Vaggie: (snags hair dryer in jaws and bashes it to the ground)

Demon Charlie: “Fuck! Vaggieeee- Now how are we going to get you dry!? You’ll be miserable and wet all night like this!”

Demon Charlie: “…are you cuddling up to my angry hell fire flames, Vaggie.”

Harpy Vaggie: (coo)

Demon Charlie: “The hair dryer is too scary and has to die, but my literal demonic hellfire is nice and good for snuggling with? Really?”

Harpy Vaggie: (starts preening)

Demon Charlie: “I’d think that was so sweet, if my hair drying hadn’t just been killed before my eyes.”

Harpy Vaggie: (starts trying to preen charlie)

Demon Charlie: “Aww okay okay!” (laughs) “It’s cute even with the wanton destruction of personal property~ And I’m VERY honored to be your preferred method of getting all warm and fluffy again~”  

Next harpy time, Charlie boarded up all the windows and rigged a box of donuts up with some decoy clothes and string so she could make it “run” down the hallway while harpy Vaggie pounced on it

(both had been Vaggie’s ideas, once she heard what happened with the liver incident)

And while harpy Vaggie looked a bit confused at the meal she brought back to the pillow nest

(why did the guts smell and taste like raspberry jelly???)

seeing Razzle and Dazzle dig into the offering so hungrily made her puff up again with satisfaction, which made Charlie breathe a sigh of relief and then laugh too, and from then on a pretty comfortable routine for harpy nights got established

(and if normal Vaggie was once caught sandwiching a piece of very rare steak between two donut halves as a snack, well, it probably wasn’t the worst thing hell had ever seen)

(probably)        

Charlie really likes her weird new sinner roommate anyway~

(Vaggie stays awake at night after each de-harpy-ing, finding herself snuggled up with the princess of the people her every instinct is telling her to go back to killing and wonders if not being loose on the streets of hell regularly doing more murder is enough to balance out receiving so much kindness from the last person who should ever have to show her any)

(the person who would be fully justified in throwing her out or keeping her locked in a cage if she was ever told the truth of that Vaggie is- was- is no matter how hard she tries not to be-)

(coward. selfish)

(she wants to help Charlie redeem sinners)

(she'll be putting those sinners in danger of their immortal lives if she lives anywhere near them)

(except... when Charlie's there, making her feel safe instead of bloodthirsty...

(... maybe she can be safe to be around)

(maybe keeping quiet is her only way to have a chance to do something good for a change)

(she tells Charlie in the morning that it was being in harpy mode that wore her out so much, and left her with a smile so sad)

[adainesjacket]

Good evening, beloved! Could I get "This isn't what family is supposed to feel like" with whoever you think is best suited to it?

pavus family trauma be upon ye!

@lottiesnotebook @dadrunkwriting

dorian/m!trevelyan, mostly fluff, set post-trespasser/pre-veilguard

Dorian is, he believes, the exact amount of nervous he should be upon meeting Seong's parents. Unfortunately the anxiety only creeps up from the moment they get off the boat, because unbenownst to him there's an entire progress they need to go through before they ever even get to the house. Seong appears to know everyone in Ostwick personally, and there's no end to the amount of handshaking and back-slapping and cooing over babies he needs to do before they can finally swap their horses and make the journey up to large house on the top of the hill. Even Seong looks exhausted with it all as they trot past (admittedly beautiful, for the Free Marches) scenery. The setting sun dusts rice fields and rivers with warm gold and the air is thick with perfume; honeysuckle and woodsmoke. Dorian watches Seong breathe it in and relax, and falls in love with him just a little more.

There are more people to greet when they get to the house; stablehands, servants, and an old white racing hound Seong lets lick his entire face. Dorian passes him a handkerchief and hopes his nerves don't betray him. Seong reads him like a book, as usual.

"They'll love you," he assures him. "They'll love you because I do. Because you make me happy. That's all they need. Come here, mon coeur."

"That's very sweet," Dorian replies, composing himself, "but if you think I'm letting you kiss me after that geriatric hound slobbered all over your face - Seong, I mean it-"

"Stop being horrid," a familiar voice says, and Seong is distracted enough by the arrival of his twin sister to be pushed away, laughing. He gives Viola a kiss on the cheek instead, and Dorian does too, relieved to have an ally. He's heard mixed things about the parents Trevelyan; the father, an ageing Marcher patriarch, the mother, a young peasant woman from Orlais. He has nothing to compare them to except his own parents, but while two cold, distant people might have raised an excellent Altus, he can't imagine them raising the warm, friendly bard he's in love with. So he has no idea what to expect, and he's all the more nervous for it.

They both greet him warmly, in their way. Armelle Trevelyan grasps both his hands and kisses him on both cheeks until he's quite pink, and Jong-Su Trevelyan gives him a handshake and an appraising look from under two rather incredibly bushy eyebrows. Viola informs him that's the warmest welcome he's going to get, in a hushed voice full of mischief.

It's an entirely new experience to see Seong at home. The scars and dark clouds of battle haven't left him entirely, but they've melted a little, leaving him looking, for once, like the young man he is. He teases his sister outrageously and preens for his mother, who is clearly delighted to have both her babies back under one roof. They are making dumplings, some family competition about speed and skill, and Seong is complaining that Viola has an unfair advantage "due to having two hands." Everyone laughs, even Dorian, though two years ago he would have winced and kept an eye on his amatus for the rest of the evening. He's come a long way. They all have.

Dorian is almost lulled into a sense of calm when Bann Trevelyan coughs and says, "I want you both home for Wintersend. Your sister's coming."

Seong lets out a groan. "What? Why?"

"Why do I want you home? Or why is your sister coming?"

"Either. Both. Ugh." The youngest-sibling energy coming from Seong was funny before, but now his father has gotten involved, Dorian feels white-knuckled with anxiety. If this had been Halward Pavus asking, no-one would have dared complain.

"I'll come for the annum" Seong proposes. "I don't know if we'll still be in the Marches come winter."

"You'll come for Wintersend," his father corrects him, and this is where Dorian holds his breath, this is where Halward would have raised his voice, his hand - "for your poor ageing father, who has done nothing in this life but love you, and for your sister who has not seen you since you were ten, and you won't complain about it, you little rascal."

Seong slumps in his chair at first, then perks up: "Oh, you mean Bora? That's fine, then. Of course we'll be there."

"Scamp," his father sighs, and steals a dumpling from his tray.

And that's it. No punishment. No guilt. No cross words, even. Armelle tweaks his ear as she walks past with her bamboo steamers and Seong does nothing but laugh and kiss her hand.

This isn't what family is supposed to feel like, Dorian thinks, astounded. Seong's hand finds his knee under the table and gives him a reassuring squeeze. But it should be.

[limitlessgojo]

Too Much to Handle

Type: One-Shot (Completed)

Warnings: NSFW !!! , Explicit Content

Tags: Orgasm Denial, Smut, Slight Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, BDSM, Edging, Crying, Creampie, Pwp

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Noritoshi edges you every single night for 5 days. But edging you repeatedly, may not have been the best idea.

You currently have a very pleasant sex life with Noritoshi, your beloved boyfriend. Everything was in place. Trust, mood, and of course, safe words.

Adzuki (red beans) to stop. Matcha to slow down. Simple as that and usually nothing went wrong in the bedroom. You were on birth control pills, which made it so much easier for the both of you.

"Hey, how do you feel about orgasm denial?" Noritoshi asks you one night. You've been curious about it, knowing that you have good stamina and a solid track record of being patient.

"Sounds okay," You shrugged. You've done all sorts of things with him already in bed, and so far you've loved every single one. "Why not?"

Oh you were going to eat those words of yours.

You both agreed to edging you and only you for 4 days, while Noritoshi got to come over your body at the end of every session. He loves seeing you covered in him. Smelling like him.

You enjoyed it at first, loving it when he pumps his cum over your lips. Then you suck the head of his cock into your mouth, taking in as much cum as you can. His soft groans and praises make you light up.

He carefully thrusts two fingers into you, pumping in and out while he presses a vibrator against your clit. Removing them everytime you come near climax.

He was able to watch and experiment with your body a lot. Knowing exactly where your sweet spots are, and what makes you cum.

Noritoshi found it simply divine. Hearing you sob and moan his name so beautifully. Begging and promising to do anything in exchange to cum. Your hips lifting and following the vibrator everytime he moves his hands. Pink pussy watery and so wet, but unable to cum. Twitching and fluttering around nothing.

How your mouth waters as you stare at his long fingers.

He gives you consolation from time to time, letting you suck either his fingers or his dick. He also leaves sloppy wet kisses in your inner thigh and against the skin around your clit, making your hips push up.

You fall back against the bed after every session. His cuddles and kisses trying to cover up for the aching feeling down between your legs.

But on the night of the 4th day, you were at your limit. It was actually so frustrating to be edged, only to be stopped. It was difficult to fall asleep after.

You were miserable and horny, but incredibly excited for the next night.

Only for Noritoshi to suggest something else the next day, "Do you think you can try for one more night?" He asked.

You gulped, seeing him look not so secretly pleased. 'He looks like he's really enjoying this. I don't wanna disappoint him.'

"Don't worry, I'll let you come tonight. I just have some ideas in mind, but I wanted it to be a surprise." He smirked.

"Okay. I'll be good for you." You meekly answered. His smile was so warm and loving, you forgot about your needs for a bit, hugging him tight.

"Such a good girl for me darling. I love you."

"I love you too Toshi."

But you were at wits end later that night. Stark naked, with the addition of handcuffs and some ropes to hold you down. Your legs spread far apart, exposing your quivering cunt.

It's been 2 hours of edging. Scratch that, it's been 5 nights. You were close to breaking.

You sobbed for the millionth time that week as Noritoshi kissed your pussy and sat back to pause.

He pressed the vibrator against your clit, watching as your legs shook, only to remove it as you started trembling.

"You can't come yet." He said softly, yet firmly.

"Why not?" You gasped. "I've been so good for you."

Noritoshi's eyebrows raised. "Because I say so." Edging you multiple more times. He was so focused on your body that he failed to see tears streaming down against your temples.

"Toshiii," You were full on sobbing and shaking. "Please let me cum. Adzuki! Adzuki! I can't do this anymore! Adzuki!"

Static white noise.

Noritoshi heard his pulse thunder against his ears upon hearing you use your safe word. Never had you ever used it before. Not even when he tied you up and fucked you over 5 rounds that one night until you were a sobbing drooling mess.

"Nuh-no more!! No! Don't want!" You babbled and shook your head, trying to move away from him.

His heart broke to see you like this.

He dropped everything, undoing your ties and massaging your limp arms, pulling you close as you cried frustratedly into his chest, cuddling and frantically hushing you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You were apologising as you shook your head and pushed him away.

No. This was not how it was supposed to go.

"Baby I'm the one who's sorry. Shhhhh, Toshi is here. Okay, I'll stop, I'll make you cum. I promise." He rushed the words out in a hurry.

"I'm sorry," You kept repeating apologies, crying and shaking your head. You didn't seem to hear a word he was saying.

He pressed his lips tenderly into yours and breathed air into your mouth. "Follow my breaths." He commanded.

That tone. He used that voice you could never resist listening to and following. So you slowed down your breathing until you matched his pace. He rubbed slow circles onto your back.

"You're such a good girl. The best, my one and only angel," he softly cooed. You preened, feeling yourself slip further into a subspace. Your head felt so foggy.

"Why are you apologising?" He asked gently as he finally notices your tears and wipes it away.

Your lips started trembling, " buh-Because I cuh-couldn't do it anymore. I'm not *hic* good enough for yuh-you. I wuh-wanted to come but you…. said… hold off longer… can't-" you started breathing heavily again but he kissed you to distract you.

"No, no that's not your fault. That's mine for not taking care of you properly. I pushed you way past your limits. I'm sorry. You are more than enough for me, you know that. Can you forgive Toshi?" He nuzzled into the side of your face.

Deep inside, Noritoshi was actually losing it. Mentally slapping himself for letting you feel this way to the point you had to use a safe word. He never wanted you to feel this way with him.

"But I wuh-want t-to feel good together with you. I can handle maybe 3 days of no cumming, but 5 is too much," You hiccuped.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I know that now. Whatever you want, I'll do for you now. Okay?"

You looked up at him with the biggest eyes ever, his heart clenched. "Anything?"

"Anything. As long as it won't hurt the both of us, I'll do it for you." He promised.

For someone who was so desperate to come, he watched you become shy. But the words that came out weren't, "Make love to me. Cum inside me Toshi." You begged him.

"Okay, if that's what you want." He quickly set to removing his clothes and fixed the bed, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

"Like this. I wanna face you. Stay close." You whimpered, holding out two hands.

Missionary position. Noritoshi's and your personal favorite, because of how intimate it is. He pushes your legs far apart, revealing your aching hole.

You were still loose from the stretching he did earlier, but there was a slight burn as he entered you. You welcomed it wholeheartedly.

His cock was inside. His cock was inside of you. Finally!

You teared up again, wanting this for so long.

"Shhhh," he tried to calm you down as you cried some more.

"So happy, you're finally inside of me Toshi," You sniffed.

Distantly, Noritoshi thought he heard something like a tightly coiled string snap. You looked absolutely delectable right now. Pussy a bright red and your face a teary mess.

He was rock hard down there as he started out with deep and shallow thrusts.

"Yes, yes, more, give" You moaned, hooking your legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling all the way out.

"Anything for my angel." Noritoshi sucked on that tender part of skin under your ear.

You felt him glide in and out of you and it was such a relief against your vaginal walls.

You went on like that with him for a while, with Noritoshi stroking your cheek, making sure you felt good as he started to move faster.

But something felt off. "Toshi," You cried.

"What is it baby?" He looked over you in alarm.

"Can't cum. Don't know. Feels weird." Your body wasn't used to it anymore, the sensations feeling familiar but not exactly the same as before.

You felt absolutely horrible, your body was at that knife's edge of tipping into orgasm, but it wouldn't.

"Listen to me okay? Let it happen. Do you trust me? Do you trust your Toshi?"

You looked up into his eyes, and was surprised by their intensity. So dark. His hair, his eyes, his expression. His focus was 120% on you. On making you feel good.

You loved that about Noritoshi. He was incredibly sincere and pure hearted about everything he did. "Yes I trust you. I love you."

"I love you too Angel. Hold on tight." He let you grip onto his shoulders as he held onto your hips and started slamming his hips up and down, driving his cock so deep like it never did before.

He watched as you yelped at a certain angle, and changed his thrusts to hit that soft spot deep inside.

Your arms shot out to grab the sheets beside you as you keened, feeling intense pleasure while Noritoshi hits your G spot repeatedly.

"Please, please," You whined, tears falling past your cheeks, breaths uneven.

"There there now. Toshi is here. You're allowed to cum anytime. I will give it to you." He kissed away your tears and pressed close as he continued to pound into you.

Your breath hitched, feeling him poke against your tummy. "Toshii, I ugh-" you started to lose coherence as you felt a wild spark of heat down below.

"Let go." Noritoshi refused to come before you did, holding off his orgasm despite how your velvety wet insides molded and squeezed him perfectly.

He reached down with one hand to furiously rub your clit, lighting up all the nerves in your body. He used his cursed technique to move faster and faster, hips moving at an unearthly pace.

"Toshiiii-ahhhhn!" You screamed as your body violently convulsed, your pussy creaming around his cock and contracting madly as you finally came. It was the hardest and most intense one that you've ever experienced.

"That's it, my angel, come for me." He praised you as your screams increased in pitch and volume. He held you down as you thrashed about, not wanting you to slip off of him.

You tightened so much that it almost made him cum right away. Almost.

Noritoshi hooked his arms around your legs as he chased off his own orgasm. Skin slapping harshly against skin. He pushed in at a deeper angle.

"Yesyesyes," You moaned despite still reeling from your orgasm high. "Fuck me, fuck yes, more!"

Noritoshi was practically snarling as he continued pummeling into you, finally cumming and stuffing you full. "So tight! You've been so good for me, and look at you. You're perfect baby."

You trembled even harder upon feeling his dick throb and the cum slosh inside of you.

"Are you still coming? You're such a good girl, coming on my cock like this. So pretty." He grinded deeper and continued playing with your clit and nipples, making you twitch as you rode out your second orgasm gently.

You made sounds of choking and gasping which made him slow down. "Is that too much for you? It's okay baby. It's okay."

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a string of incoherent sounds, like a baby's babbling. Noritoshi smiled.

He made you cum 4 more times and stuffed you well past your capacity, feeling his seed seep out of your cunny and run down your ass. Pressing you down against the mattress as he rutted into you as he continued spurting loads inside of you.

You refused to let him pull out even when he grew soft.

"Stay."

And so Noritoshi did, because he promised you anything you wanted.

You sniffed quietly, but he heard it of course. "Baby" He cooed as he held you closer, but you refused to look into his eyes.

"Don't tell me you're still mad?"

You pouted, but shook your head. "I agreed to it. I wanted to be so good for you-"

"You are," he cut you. "You are so good. 5 days as opposed to the original 4 nights. I really was supposed to make you come tonight. And you did so well to make it this far, but I won't push you to do something like this anymore. It's my fault for extending it."

You shut your eyes. "I thought you would be disappointed if I told you I couldn't do it. You looked so excited to try out so much stuff in the bedroom." You bit your lip hard, but he reached out to stop you from doing that.

You sucked on his fingers while he pressed his lips against your forehead. "I won't be disappointed if you tell me no. I need to know the extent of your boundaries, so we can work out what's best for the both of us. Don't think I'd leave you for someone else who could last a week without cumming just because. That's not how I feel. I want to experiment with you and you only. You understand?"

You finally looked up at him and you were shocked to see how worried he was. Eyebrows all scrunched up. A big frown on his face. You kissed him, "I understand."

He pressed in closer. "Good girl. Such a good girl for Toshi. I'm so proud of you."

You let out a sob at that. And he patted your back as you cried off whatever heaviness you had left inside of your chest, emotional baggage now a lot lighter.

"You're right. I was scared you'd leave for someone who could handle you better in bed." You whispered after you finally calmed down.

"Mmm, not gonna happen. Ever. You're stuck with me. Forever."

"Forever sounds nice Toshi."

Author's Notes: When I say that I'm so down bad for Noritoshi, I legit am on Noritoshi brain rot. And me being stuck at home with a lockdown is definitely fueling this XD. I'm supposed to be working on Blood Bound, but I couldn't help but write this because I felt the sudden urge to.

Hope you enjoyed reading! - Mon

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HI I LOVE YOUR WRITING! aaa sO I don't know if you still accept prompts but if you do could you do one with MC being fascinated by the brothers' demon forms and seeing the brothers react to them carefully inspecting their horns/wings/tails??

AHHHHH I love that you love it! And of course! :) Horns are my weak spot lmao. Hope you like!

Lucifer

Hmph. Isn’t ecstatic about you wanting to nose around in his business at first. No matter how touched starved he is, just the thought of your tiny human fingers exploring him…Well on the other hand-

At first, he thought you had some weird fetish for his demonic form. Wouldn’t be the first time a human had. But slowly he realizes you are genuinely just enamored with him. It strokes his ego sky high.

He loves it when you stroke and pet his horns. The bases of which are super sensitive. The amount of time you have spent just looking at the gold-tipped bone, he is certain you probably have memorized the number of chips and notches in them.

You start bringing ornaments and tassels for his horns. Things you made or found pretty when out shopping. He doesn’t wear them in public but likes it when you put them on him in private.

It takes him longer to let you get your hands on his wings though. Looking at the mess of his back isn’t pleasant for him.

He has a dust bath. He loves dusting, and when you help him. Ugh-it’s like his own little paradise.

He teaches you how to preen and find broken feathers to pluck. Your cooing over his soft feathers just makes him fluff up more.

He shows off his horns and wings just a touch more in public now.

Mammon

Hells yeah you can see his demon form. Why wouldn’t you want to? He is absolutely delighted to have you lovin’ all over him. He’s big on scenting.

He is especially proud of his wings, in all his forms. Leathery or feathery, they are his favorite part of his body. They are strong, reliable, and fast if he needs to protect you.

He makes sure you are extra careful about his horns though. The spirling columns of bone aren’t smooth like Lucifer’s and have a wicked sharp point on the tips. His horns grow a lot faster than his brothers. A lot of his horn upkeep is him shaving them down and oiling them.

You take delight in doing that for him. The keratin of his horns flakes quickly so you like to help with that too.

He doesn’t have much feeling around his horn area so you won’t get too many reactions from him. Now his wings~

He gets a kick out of watching you open and close his wings. You are mesmerized by his leather wings stretching to their full wingspan.

His wings look fragile upon closer inspection. You can feel the beats of his hearts through the thin membrane stretched over black bones. It almost makes you forget that you’ve seen him bludgeon demons to death with them before.

You’re so enamored with his wings you miss how flustered he gets when you trace your fingers around the base of his wings. Right where the limbs attach to his back. It’s a very tender spot that hurts most times when he touches it, but maybe because it’s you it feels really good.

Leviathan

He is apprehensive to have you inspect him at first.

Doesn’t have wings and is kinda jelly. But he has a bitchin’ tail, and you remind him often of it.

His tail is strong. A lot stronger than you originally thought. You can feel the slide and pull of thick muscle underneath his leathery skin when he swifts around.

It took you a while to get him to understand you are 1000% ok with his tail and horns being out, in public or private.

He notices that you can't keep your eyes and hands off his tail. While he never does it in front of his brothers he loves to pick you up with it. Your giggles and gasps of awe, while you dangle above him in his secure grasp, brings a huge smile to his face.

He has the most strenuous care routine out of all the brothers. His tail sheds a lot and dries out easily. It is usually a very intimate affair. Lucky for you, he likes you.

He shows you how to use his dry brush to sluff off the dead skin from his tail and scaly parts of his back. It's therapeutic to him. He talks about his newest hyper fixation while you brush and pet his tail.

His horns are a bit more persnickety. They are made up of a delicate ecosystem of coral and sea vegetation. It’s a beautiful vivid array of purple, pink, and blues. Henry and schools of smaller fish make little homes in it when Levi is in his tank.

It has to be kept moist and landscaped or it gets overgrown. He has a knack for aquatic horticulture and gives you a chance to learn too.

It naturally changes size and color based on the Devildom seasons. Your favorite displays are during the warmer seasons.

You buy little tank ornaments to decorate his horns to post on devilgram from time to time. It gets so many likes he gets so excited.

He wears your work proudly, even if it’s not up to his usual standard. His water monster brethren are jealous of the attention, and that’s what matters most.

Satan

If you bring up your interest in a scientific or educational manner, he is more willing to share. He has had far too many run-ins with witches and humans vying for him to be comfortable flaunting his demon form.

As the only born devil out of the group you have to be extra careful with his horns and tail. The bony structure of them is like fine sandpaper. Rough, course and far too abrasive for your tinder human skin.

You have to wear gloves when handling his horns and tail. He apologizes a lot about it. It angers him that he is the one brother that has to be so careful around you.

You really don’t mind though. Even through the thick leather gloves you feel the pulsing heat of his magic. You like the tingling feeling of his magic through your gloves, it’s like licking a battery.

He doesn’t need maintenance on his horns and tail as much as the others. But his horns do fall off like deer antlers.

He gets really irritated when it’s shedding season. The itching and throbbing of his horns when they are ready to fall off is maddening.

You always know when it is horn season due to the deep gouges in the stone walls around the house. You help him though this by scratching around the bases of his horns. It feels so good to have it scratched, and it’s 10x better when it’s not him.

Normally he would just dispose of his horns when they fall off or use them for alchemical purposes. Now, he gives some of them to you. You collect them and have turned a few sets into some lovely pieces of art in his opinion.

Asmodeus

Very much like Mammon- who wouldn’t love his horns and wings? He loves them, so obviously everybody should.

Absolutely eats up your praise and curious touches. He shows you the best places to pet or stroke.

His wings are leathery like Mammons but 1000x more sensitive all-round. He can sense air currents with them, so sneaking up on him to touch a wing is out of the question. As much as you would like to.

Loves see you try though. Will fake being surprised when you come at him from behind to lovingly touch a wing.

He shows you the best places to touch and examine his wings and horns. His smaller set of wings have this one spot underneath their pit that is super ticklish. When you find it, exploit it. He has the best laugh.

He admits to you that he dyes his horns. What can he say? Pink is the best color and his horns just look that much more fabulous in it.

You can convince him to try different colors, but only if you help him dye them. Starts matching colors and outfits with you and his horn color of the month.

His cleaning and maintenance routine he likes to do himself. Sorry! Nothing against you, but he is too meticulous to ask for help. But please stay and watch!

He shows off a lot more when cleaning and moisturizing his horns and wings. Stretching them out, or making sure his horns are shiny enough to catch the light of his room.

Absolutely soaks up for enamored gasps and wide eyes stares.

Beelzebub

Just shrugs when you ask to see his wings and horns.

Of course, he doesn't mind you touching them. He just finds it odd. Kinda forgot that it's not a normal occurrence in the human realm.

He has no issues with you touching or rubbing on his horns. He doesn't have any feeling in them anyway.

But, unfortunately, you can only look at his wings. The cuticle is very fragile so he can't just flare his wings out whenever he feels like the others.

You find the hard casing that protects his wings just as fascinating though. The iridescent sheen of it is mesmerizing. Your eyes can't pick up all the colors that it gleams, but it's still beautiful regardless.

You have a hard time getting any of the shell bits when they shed. Beel normally eats them and he is much faster than you.

But he will temper himself and save a few for you once he figures out why you are pouting.

His paper-thin shell casing resembles stained glass when you hold it up to the light. You have taken to making a large wind chime out of the shedding of the brother's horns and wings. His chitin is the perfect addition to give the slightly macabre piece some color.

He-and the other brothers find it kinda odd that you collect essentially garbage to them, but they chalk it up to a weird human quirk.

If it makes you happy-*shrugs*

Belphegor

Like his twin, doesn’t get the hype around it. But, if it means you’ll be spending more time with him then he won’t complain.

You pet his tail a lot when he is sleeping. His tail is soft and fluffy. It wraps around you while he slumbers, locking you in place by his side.

He wakes you up by tickling your nose with the tuft of his tail. He teases you when it makes you sneeze.

If you thought his bedhead was bad, wait till you see him struggling with the tangles at the tip of his tail.

You offer to help comb it out. Maybe even convince him to invest in a good bottle of conditioner. He takes you along to buy it and lets you choose the scent.

He has a penchant for cucumber and melon scents when it comes to his detergent and pillow sprays so you keep to that realm.

He cannot express how much he doesn’t care about upkeep so if you want to brush his tail and examine his horns go to town, means he doesn’t have to do it.

Belphie gets addicted quickly to you doting on his form. He sleeps harder and better after a session with you brushing his tail or rubbing at his horns.

You’ve learned just how to massage his scalp and where to scratch around his horns to help him fall asleep. He doesn't realize he does it himself as a self-soothing mechanism until you bring it up one night.

When you hit the sweet spots at the base of his tail or horns he can’t control the twitching and movements of his tail.

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Hell to Pay: Chapter Twenty

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, IX, IX

cowritten by @lux-scriptum

A/N: warning for smut

Lev was out of the car before it stopped fully, bouncing up the steps. It didn’t take much to figure out they were in the kitchen. Cameron was holding Eden, so Lev made a beeline for Nik and threw himself in Nik’s arms. Nik rocked back a step, before hugging Lev back.

Lev kissed him hard, before pulling back and saying seriously, “I missed you.” He could practically see the cocky comment in Nik’s eyes, and kissed him again to shut him up before he ruined Lev’s moment. When he broke the kiss, he booped his forehead against Nik’s. “I can’t believe you’re up at ten in the morning.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t have much choice.”

“Baby,” Lev said knowingly, before trying to pull away. Nik’s arms around his waist kept him in place. He looked back up at Nik, a whine building in his throat. “Nik, let me go see the baby.”

“Use your eyes, I can see the baby from here.”

“I wanna hold her,” Lev whined back. “You can have your turn when she goes down for her nap and I have to put her down.”

Nik considered that. “That’s a dangerous proposal,” he warned.

“Worth it for the baby,” Lev said, knowing damn well he was going to regret it later. “Niiiiik.”

“Leeeeev,” Nik mocked in the same tone.

“For gods’ sakes, Nik, let him go,” Cameron said.

That did the trick, though Nik didn’t look happy about letting Lev go. Lev cooed at Eden the moment Cameron handed her over. Once she was settled properly in his arms, he leaned into Cameron briefly, and pressed his face to Cameron’s neck, breathing deep. “Missed you too.”

Raziel chose that moment to walk in the kitchen, Reneé on her heels.

“Look who I found,” Raziel said mildly.

“What are you doing here?” Lev asked, bouncing Eden lightly before kissing her forehead. She babbled at him through her washcloth. Lev decided not to ask about that.

“I was kidnapped and held against my will,” Reneé replied solemnly.

“Reneé, really,” Raziel chided.

“They insisted I stay since I’ve been bouncing from couch to couch while Amara has her heat.” Reneé flicked Nik and Cameron both a look, a teasing glint in her grey eyes. “Do I have your permission to stay with my grandmother now?”

“I guess,” Nik said.

Cameron’s dismissive “Whatever,” didn’t escape Lev’s notice, but Lev just wandered over to Nik’s side to snuggle up against him. Nik pressed a kiss to Lev’s shoulder, and if Lev hadn’t been holding Eden, he probably would have turned around to kiss Nik again.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Raziel said lightly, “But I was wondering if I could get some help unloading my car? I don't know where to put the boxes, and I didn’t want to just leave it in your foyer.”

“Go help her, Nikolas,” Cameron ordered.

Lev whined softly, but stepped away so Nik could go. He pressed his face against Eden, blowing raspberries on her cheek. Not seconds later Cameron reached for Eden. Lev pulled back, sticking out his bottom lip.

“You had her for a whole day,” Lev whined.

“So?” Cameron asked, arching a brow.

“My turn.” Lev spun in a small circle, holding her close and listening to her giggle. “She missed me too.”

“Then you shouldn’t have gone,” Cameron said without sympathy.

“I had to. None of us are baby experts, and we didn’t have anything for babies.” Lev scooted back again, humming. “Won’t do it again if I can help it. Missed her too much. But I got a bunch of books on taking care of babies and blankets basically every baby in my family has used, and toys and all that stuff.”

“Do you think I can’t afford any of that?”

Lev shot him a look. “It’s about the sentimentality of it. Besides, it’d go to waste if we didn’t use it. There’s no reason to get new things every time you need something.”

Cameron rolled his eyes, and reached for her again. Lev pulled away, baring his teeth at Cameron. It was an empty threat, and he knew they both knew it, but it made him feel better anyway. Not that it did anything. Cameron just bared his back, and his were definitely more impressive.

-----

After unloading all the shit in the baby’s room, Nik found his way back to the kitchen. Cameron once again had Eden and Lev was pouting while holding his shoulder. Nik quickly assessed the room and then rose his brows. “Did Cam bite you?”

“He took the baby too,” Lev said, mournfully.

Cameron looked at Lev passively while lightly bouncing Eden. “You should have given me my baby,” he said, glibly. Eden kept blissfully chewing on her washcloth, watching them like some afternoon sitcom.

“She’s my baby, too,” Lev sulked.

Cameron’s smile was just enough to show a hint of fang. “You’re welcome to try to take her from me.”

Nik barely heard Lev’s mumble of, “That’s not fair.”

Hmm.

Nik said, “Does this mean you’re free?”

Lev had looked at Nik and opened his mouth, when Cameron cut in, “Yes it does.”

Lev turned to look at Cameron with the utmost almost comical look of betrayal Nik had seen. But before he could get a word in, Nik hooked his fingers in Lev’s jeans and went to drag him out of the room, humming.

Lev stumbled and squawked at him when he pulled Lev into the nearest bedroom. Nik grinned at him. “Sit, stay and be a good boy. I’ll be right back.”

Nik turned around and started for his own bedroom, knowing full well that Lev went to sit on the bed like the good boy he was. He went for the pink collar on the dresser and went back to indeed find Lev sitting on the bed. He dangled it out on a finger. “Put this on.”

Lev looked torn between clearly doing what he was told and being a brat before the brat won out. “You put it on me,” he half pouted.

“Hmm.” Nik thought about it, but just stood there in the end, not budging an inch before saying, “But you look so pretty putting it on. Do it for me.”

Nik almost saw the flip switch in Lev’s head as he came and did as told. He was a flustery mess as he slipped the collar in place, cheeks flushing a pale gold, unable to keep Nik’s eye contact. Those golden eyes met his once more, shly, looking for approval. Nik grinned. “Perfect.”

Nik hooked his fingers in Lev’s belt loops when Lev almost preened at the compliment. He slipped his hands up and cradled Lev’s face to kiss him hard on the mouth. Lev just opened his mouth, letting Nik have his way with him.

Nik only pulled back when he knew Lev was as breathless as he was, which- they were angels, so Nik didn’t even know how long he had stood there just kissing Lev. It wasn’t like he could make out with Cameron. Lev’s arms were still hooked loosely around Nik’s neck while they caught their breaths. “Hi,” Nik said.

“Hi,” Lev said back, going to press his face against Nik’s neck, dropping kisses along his skin.

Nik only angled his head, letting Lev have better access to his throat. After a bit, Nik said, “So I met Silas yesterday.”

Lev hummed contentedly, saying, “How is he?” Before Nik could give an answer, Lev pulled back. “Is he mad at me? That I just vanished?”

“No,” Nik said, slipping his hand down the waistband of Lev’s jeans. “He was a bit worried about you, but I told him you were fine.”

“Good, I don’t want him to worry,” Lev said, going back to snuggle against Nik’s neck.

Nik let himself enjoy the feeling of Lev’s warm breath on his skin before he eventually said, “Learned some new things. About you. And your ass.”

Lev pulled back again, and looked at him almost bewildered. “What exactly has Silas been saying about me?”

“Hmm.” Nik’s hand slipped deeper into the front of Lev’s pants enough Lev started squirming. “Many things. Surprising things. Why don’t you tell me what he said?”

“Are you talking about the fisting thing?”

Nik blinked and then blinked again. “Okay, stick a pin in that conversation, but no. That is not what I’m talking about.”

“Then I don’t know what you’re talking about,” was Lev’s only response. “Just tell me what he said.”

“Ugh, killjoy.” Nik sighed. “Why don’t you tell me why you neglected to mention you were verse.”

Lev blinked at him a few times, clearly trying to process what the hell Nik was saying. “...you never asked?”

“‘You never asked’ he says,” Nik said, grinding the butt of his palm against Lev’s dick. “Well I’m asking now. I be lazy and you’re making me do the work. Your dick could have been in my ass this whole time.”

Lev grabbed onto Nik’s wrist, whining, “Niiik.” When Nik just flicked his brows up, Lev said, “Silas was the only guy I ever topped. No one else gave me the chance and it’s been fifty years.”

Nik took that as a good enough excuse if only because he wanted to shove Lev down on the bed. Nik climbed up on him and kissed him again. His hand was still shoved down between Lev’s legs while he had his tongue down Lev’s throat.

Lev was already moaning and clinging to Nik. Nik was already moving to pin Lev’s wrists above his head, letting Lev lift his hips to grind against Nik’s hand. Nik let go of him only long enough to work Lev’s jeans down to his knees before removing his own. They both still had their hoodies on and Nik didn’t care enough to remove them. Lev’s hands were still above his head when Nik climbed back on top of him.

After a moment, Nik slipped his hand under Lev’s shirt and hoodie, making a pleased hum when Lev started squirming under him the closer he got to one of Lev’s nipples. “Sensitive?” he asked.

Lev’s only response was a high-pitched whine. “Niiik.”

“Hm?” he asked, flicking the hard nipple gleefully feeling Lev’s hips trying to buck. Nik decidedly pulled the zipper to Lev’s hoodie and hummed approvingly at the band tee Lev was wearing. “Stealing my clothes, are we?”

“It smelled like you and I wasn’t going to see you for twenty-four hours.”

“Oh? And what about Cam?”

Lev’s eyes were absolutely huge. “Cameron’s still in my bag,” he admitted.

“Ha, you’re so whipped,” Nik said, as if he wouldn’t have done the exact same thing. He continued peeling Lev out of the hoodie and shoved the shirt up so he could have better access to Lev’s flushed chest. He watched it rise and fall before decidedly biting down on Lev’s nipple hard enough to draw a startled moan out of him.

When Lev’s hands moved to Nik’s hair, he pulled back and pinned them over Lev’s head once more. “I didn’t say you could move, Princess.”

Lev whined halfheartedly, wiggling under him, but he kept his hands planted above his head. When Nik was sure Lev wasn’t going to move, he went back to biting at Lev’s nipples and grinding against him.

Lev whined yet again, “Niiiik. Pleaseee.”

“Hmm, please what?” Nik asked, biting harder.

Lev sucked in a breath. “Please. More.” Lev stopped enough that Nik looked up to see the defeated look of someone who said something they clearly had not meant to say.

“More?” Nik asked twisting his nipple. “Is that what you said?”

Lev’s back arched. “Yes.”

“More what? You’re going to have to be more specific, Levant,” Nik teased, as if he wasn’t on the verge of combusting as well. He had gone days without getting fucked and he was getting pissy. Unfortunately for Lev, he was on the receiving end of Nik’s antics.

It wasn’t like Cameron would let him tease him like this.

“More anything.”

Nik’s brows flicked up. “Anything, huh?”

He could see Lev’s thought process about the implications of giving Nik that kind of power. In the end he just nodded and said, “Anything.”

Nik hummed and moved down to Lev’s hard cock between his legs and stroked him slowly. He watched Lev’s eyes closed, listened to him moan before abruptly stopping and pulling back. “Better?” he asked. “There’s your ‘anything’.”

Lev looked betrayed. “What do you want from me, Nik?”

“I do not know,” Nik mused, a smile quirking. “So I’m going to play with you until I figure it out.” Lev looked surprised that Nik didn’t have a plan. “What?” Nik said, a little defensively. “I’ve been busy taking care of a screaming infant.”

Nik didn’t give Lev a chance to respond and leaned over him and kissed him hard on the mouth, his tongue sliding between Lev’s lips instantly while he kept playing with Lev’s nipples. Lev could only kiss him back, arching into Nik’s mouth as best as he could despite Nik holding him in place.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Lev asked, when Nik pulled back.

Nik chewed on his lip. “Uh, no. I want you to fuck me.”

Lev blinked. “I mean, I can do that if you want me to.”

“Oh, excellent,” Nik said. He flipped them over and motioned to the jeans still bunched at Lev’s knees. “Better get those off, then.”

----

Lev slid off the bed long enough to start pushing his pants the rest of the way. “Help me?” he asked Nik. He could see the lingering impulse to tease on Nik’s face, but Nik was merciful for once, and just scooted forward far enough to help with the shirt and hoodie. As he did he peppered kisses along Lev’s skin, drawing soft whines from him. Not that Lev wanted him to stop. He had to bite back a protest when Nik pulled back to pull off his own hoodie and shirt.

Lev pressed a hand to Nik’s chest, tracing the muscle there briefly before pushing lightly against him to see if he’d lay back on the bed again. Nik went willingly, to Lev’s surprise. After a moment, Lev crawled up after him, settling between Nik’s knees. He ran his hands up Nik’s thighs, letting out a shaky breath.

He almost flinched when Nik’s fingers brushed his, blinking at Nik. “Right. I’m- yeah. It’s just been a while, that’s all,” Lev said with an apologetic smile.

“I hadn’t noticed.”

Lev stuck out his tongue at Nik, before admitting, “I’ve also never topped an omega.” He blinked, and then snorted. “Technically, I’ve only ever topped an alpha.”

“Well, if you stop dodging, you can say you have topped an omega,” Nik replied.

“Right. Right. I should- yeah.” Lev shook his head, and then leaned forward to kiss Nik softly. He slid his hands up Nik’s sides and then back down again before pulling back again. He could feel his own slick sliding down his thighs, reminding him what exactly he should be paying attention to. With that in mind he teased at Nik’s hole, easing a finger in.

“I- is this okay?” he asked abruptly.

When Lev looked up, Nik’s eyes were closed, but Nik still nodded and said, “Yeah,” so Lev took that as permission to press deeper, using Nik’s slick to ease the way as he added another finger.

Lev felt better by the time he was sure Nik was well stretched. It helped he could tell Nik was enjoying himself; Nik was free with his moans, and more than once Nik’s back arched when Lev’s fingers pushed particularly deep. Lev braced his free hand on Nik’s hip, dragging his thumb across Nik’s skin as he paused.

“You want me to fuck you now?” He asked quietly.

“Mmmhmm,” Nik said, just as quiet.

Lev pressed a kiss to his stomach, and then pulled his fingers free so he could line himself up and press in. Even that brief moment where he was empty was enough for Nik to whine at him, but the sound cut off pretty quick when Lev’s dick filled him.The feeling of Nik tight around him left Lev breathless, but he just leaned close, draping himself across Nik as he rocked into him. He slid his hands up Nik’s arms until he could link fingers with Nik, kissing him the whole time.

One of Nik’s legs wrapped around Lev, pulling him deeper. Unable to help himself, Lev gave a low groan. “Nik, I-” Lev pressed his face against Nik’s shoulder, breathing hard. “I’m-”

“Don’t,” Nik ordered.

Lev whined high in the back of his throat. “Nik,” he panted, trying for pleading.

All Nik said was another firm, “Don’t.”

Lev stilled for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath. He nuzzled against Nik’s neck, and then mumbled, “Can I bite?”

Nik’s “Yeah,” was breathless, but permission enough for Lev. He bit down lightly as he rolled his hips experimentally. “You can bite harder,” Nik told him when that was all Lev did.

Lev nipped him even lighter, before saying, “Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

---

Cameron had spent the last hour in the kitchen with Eden in peace, not having to listen to either Nik or the baby whine for once in the last twenty-four hours. Eden contentedly chewed on her washcloth while watching Cameron clean from her spot in her highchair, periodically babbling at him for attention. Which he gave her, if only because she would then start screeching at him if he ignored her for too long. And he was enjoying the peace and quiet too much to risk it.

Eden’s wiggling got his attention from the remaining dishes. When Cameron didn’t give her the attention she wanted fast enough, she smacked her little hand against the tray, babbling angrily at him around her washcloth. Cameron shushed her and went to pick her up after drying off his hands. “I know,” he muttered, going to the cabinets, “You’re hungry.”

Eden squawked and smacked him in the face. Cameron sighed and just looked in the cabinets. “And what are we feeding you today?” he asked, mostly to himself, before picking out a couple of fruits and then some meat from the fridge. “You can keep yourself entertained with the hamburger while I mush these up,” he said, sitting her back in the highchair.

She wiggled in her chair, stuffing her face gleefully while simultaneously sending meat flying, watching Cameron mush the bananas and cooked apples into something edible for the little monster to eat.

Nik and Lev eventually came to grace them with their appearance; Lev in the shirt Nik was wearing when Cameron sent them away and Nik now completely bare except for the jeans that sat at his hips. Cameron lifted a brow at the borderline smug look on Lev’s face while sitting across from Eden. “You going to stop being so pissy now?” he directed at Nik, scooping up some fruit and going to feed the baby.

Nik wrinkled his nose while Lev peeled away from Nik’s side and went to kiss the top of Eden’s head before lightly biting down on Cameron’s bare shoulder in what Cam assumed was meant to be some form of affection. Cam let Lev get a step away before decidedly hooking an arm around Lev’s waist and pulling him back to sit on his lap. Cameron ignored the raised brows from Nik and focused on feeding Eden, listening to Lev quietly purr contentedly in his lap.

Cameron had gotten a few bites of food in Eden’s mouth when he felt Nik’s chin on his shoulder. “We going to talk about how you’re literally so tired you’re just in a pair of pajama bottoms?”

“Nope,” Cameron said, putting a spoonful of bananas in Eden’s mouth, watching her smear the meat fruit mixture on the tray with her hands. When Nik started to protest, Cameron shoved a spoonful of smooshed bananas in Nik’s mouth. “Stop talking.”

Nik muttered something Cameron chose to ignore and promptly kissed Cameorn’s cheek, knowing that it would irritate him before going to the opposite end of the counter with a cup of coffee. “So, I learned that Lev is verse from Silas,” Nik said.

“I know he is,” Cameron replied, getting another spoonful in Eden’s mouth.

“You what?” Nik started. “...were you going to share this with the rest of the class?”

Cameron just shrugged. “You didn’t ask,” he said, before he heard a small “That’s what I said,” from Lev.

“Not my fault you're not that experienced.”

Nik choked. “I am too experienced,” he said, defensively enough Cameron smiled a bit.

“Then how didn’t you know?” he asked, mildly.

“You’re bullying me,” Nik accused.

Cameron elected to ignore him and smothered a yawn building in his throat while watching Eden stuff more meat in her mouth. Lev flicked him a concerned look, but wisely didn’t say anything, just leaned back against Cameron’s chest and pressed his face in his neck.

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“I think we should just leave her in her diaper when she eats until...” Lev frowned at Eden, who was a mess. “She learns not to make a mess?”

Cameron bit down lightly on his shoulder. Lev wiggled happily, humming softly. He watched Eden crack a big yawn, and twisted a little to look up at Cameron.

“I think it’s nap time,” he said, wondering if Cameron was going to let him up or not. Cameron leaned back, letting Lev go. Lev freed Eden from the high chair, kissing the top of her head. “Come on, bitty girl, lets go get you cleaned up.”

Neither of them followed Lev, which didn’t surprise him. He didn’t mind; he wanted more time with Eden, even if she was getting rather cranky. She didn’t appreciate being stripped down and cleaned up, and she didn’t appreciate him changing her diaper or wrestling her into a long sleeved purple onesie either. (Where on earth all the black and grey clothes had come from, Lev didn’t know, but he suspected it was Cameron’s doing.)

She settled somewhat fussily when he sat down in the rocking chair, though she was quite content to take the stuffed animal he offered her. It went right into her mouth, which he expected, but it kept her from fussing any more, so he turned on some music.

It didn’t take her more than fifteen minutes to fall asleep on his shoulder, snuffling quietly as the stuffed giraffe fell into Lev’s lap. Lev held her longer than that anyway, telling himself it was to be sure she was really asleep while he rocked back and forth gently. Eventually he had to get up, carefully laying her down and laying a light blanket over her. She looked adorable in sleep, like she wasn’t an absolute monster the rest of the time.

He padded back into the kitchen, unsurprised to find Cameron was finishing up lunch for the rest of them. He wandered over, pressing close briefly before saying, “After lunch it's your turn for a nap.”

Cameron flicked him a look. “I’m fine.”

Lev met his gaze steadily. “You need sleep. The baby’s asleep, you’ve made us lunch, there’s no reason not to take a nap.”

“I’m not a child. I don’t need a nap.”

“Adults can take naps too, and yes you do.” Lev chewed on his bottom lip, and added, “Please?”

Cameron hesitated. “I have too much to do.”

“It’s not going anywhere,” Lev replied. “I can clean the kitchen up from lunch. And if it’s paperwork stuff, I can try to help with some of that. You can do the rest when you get up.”

Nik cut in. “Cameron, get some sleep. It’s what we want.”

It was like a switch flipped. All Cameron said was, “Okay.”

Somehow Lev still didn’t quite feel content. He felt like they’d cheated, or something, though he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. He touched Cameron’s elbow lightly. “Thank you,” he said hesitantly, and then retreated to Nik’s side, snuggling into him. Nik’s arms went around him, a comforting weight.

Cameron eventually brought several sandwiches to the table. They were subs, impressively large, and made with very fancy meat, Lev was quite sure. Lev pulled away from Nik reluctantly, settling down in his seat. Lunch was quiet, though Lev could see Nik watching Cameron the entire time.

When Cameron was finished, Lev tapped the back of his hand to get his attention. “Make me a list of things you want me to do?” He asked. “I’ll get as much as I can done.”

Cameron grunted in acknowledgement and went to grab a pen and a piece of paper. Lev watched the growing list with apprehension. Cameron hadn’t been kidding when he said he had too much to do. That, or he was being very very petty right now.

When Lev glanced over at Nik, he was definitely amused at Lev’s plight. Lev stuck his tongue out at Nik, who did the same. All Cameron said was, “Children,” but Lev turned back to him anyway.

Once the list was done, Lev slid it over to himself. “I’ll get it done,” he promised. “Go get some sleep.” He hesitated, and then said as firmly as he could manage, “At least a couple of hours.”

“Okay,” Cameron said. To Lev’s relief, he actually got up and left.

Lev peered down at the list, and sighed softly. “Can you help me with any of this?” He finally asked Nik.

Nik scoffed. “You’re the one that volunteered for this.”

“A simple no would have been enough,” Lev said, annoyed. He stood to get started on the kitchen. “Fine. Go keep an ear out for Eden in case she wakes up.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Nik protested.

Lev just shot him a look and went back to cleaning.

Nik came over and wrapped his arms around Lev’s waist. “Leeeev.”

Lev sighed. “I have a very long list of things to do, Nik.”

Nik buried his face in Lev’s neck. “Please? I didn’t mean it. Kind of.”

“A very long list, Nikolas. For the boyfriend who looked half dead on his feet.” Lev leaned back into him anyway. “You don’t need to tease me for trying to be nice.”

Nik stepped back, not saying anything at all. That was enough Lev turned around, concerned.

“Nik?” Lev finally said, cautious.

“I didn’t mean to mock you,” Nik said, turning to look at the list from the table. “I was just kidding. What do you want me to do?”

Lev winced. “I didn’t-” He twisted, watching Nik. “I thought you were serious.” He wiped his hands on his jeans. “I can’t tell when you’re joking, Nik.” Not always, anyway.

Nik shrugged a little. “It’s fine. I’ll go ahead and take care of the bar count for the club.”

Lev hesitated, before wandering over. He pressed his face to Nik’s shoulder, and then said, “I can do the cleaning stuff quick and easy. I’m gonna need help more on the paperwork; I don’t know enough about how the club is run yet to be confident in that.”

Nik ran his fingers through Lev’s hair. “I’ll show you what I can. Cam usually does the club stuff because he doesn't trust other people doing his job.”

“Sounds like Cameron,” Lev mumbled, before looking up at Nik. “I know I’ve been kinda irritable lately, and I’m- I don’t mean to be. It’s not you.”

Nik gave him a chaste kiss. “It's fine. I'm used to it and we're all allowed to be a little pissy.”

“Hmm.” Lev nuzzled under his jaw, and then sighed. “You shouldn’t be used to it, and I shouldn’t take it out on you. That’s not fair. And before you say it, I know the world is not fair, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be.”

Nik patted Lev’s cheek, sighing. “What should we do first?”

Lev looked back down at the list. “If you get started on the paperwork, I’ll knock out the kitchen. And then the rest of the cleaning? And then I’ll come help you with the paperwork.” He looked up at Nik. “He made the list long to be petty, didn’t he?”

The smile Nik gave him was small and crooked. “It’s Cameron. What did you think would happen when we forced him to take a nap?”

Lev shrugged. “I want to get it all done. All of it. So he can’t complain.”

“I’m sure he'll find something to complain about.”

Lev huffed. “Well, if he does, I’ll be impressed. And a little annoyed. We’re trying to be nice. Or I am, anyway.” He wandered back over to the dishes. “We should probably check on Eden pretty often. I don’t want her waking him up.”

“That would be... bad.”

“Yeah. I know.” Lev shook his head. “We should get as much done as we can before she wakes up, too.”

“Oh yeah." Nik smiled. "The demon baby does enjoy monopolizing all of our attention.”

“Mm. Amara was like that as a baby.”

“'It is a little weird that my current boyfriend knows what my ex girlfriend was like as an infant,” Nik mused.

Lev snorted. “That’s what you get for dating my baby cousin.”

“Okay but she’s like 3 years older than me. How much older than me are you?”

Lev glanced at Nik. “I’m a hundred and thirty-six, Nik. Thirty-seven in February. You do the math.”

Nik wheezed. “Stars, Silas was not kidding.”

Lev winced. “I don’t even want to know.”

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Nik managed to knock through three fourths of the paperwork before he decided to go check on Eden. He pushed open the door, and frowned when he saw her gnawing on a fucking stuffed giraffe. Nearly tearing through it’s poor neck. “Stars, Eden,” Nik said, going to wrench the animal away from her tiny jaws. “What did that creature ever do to you?” Eden instantly started getting worked up, starting to squawk. Before she woke up Cameron, Nik shoved the half dead thing back in her mouth and picked her up from her crib. “Okay, if you start eating me your fathers will be so displeased,” Nik said, keeping her tiny jaws of death away from his neck. “Go ahead and keep eating that awful mutilated giraffe. Maybe then you’ll not kill me in my sleep.”

Eden babbled at him around the giraffe in her mouth, gnawing and yanking on the damn stuffed animal. Nik repressed a shudder and carried the little demon child to the kitchen. Lev stared at him in horror before instantly taking Eden out of his arms. “She’s going to choke,” he said, going over to the drawer to swap out the half eaten giraffe with a wooden spoon. Lev kissed Eden’s cheek and cooed, “Good morning, baby.”

Nik stared at him. “So instead you give the tiny monster a wooden spoon from Cameron’s kitchen?” he said. “You better pray that Cameron never finds out about this. He’s anal about his shit.” Nik has cooked in this damn kitchen one time and Cameron nearly had a coronary at the mess Nik made.

“Cameron is anal about everything,” Lev said. “Go get her another toy she can chew on.”

“Okay, see,” Nik said haughtily, “You can talk to me like that, but I wouldn’t advise ever talking to Cam like that.” He turned around and went to the nursery to grab the toy bear on the changing table and went to switch it out for the spoon. “Here you go, you little monster; chew away.”

Eden blissfully gnawed away at the bear’s ear while Nik went to wash the spoon thoroughly. “He’s going to know,” he muttered under his breath. “The bastard always does.”

“What else do we need to do?” Lev asked.

“I got to finish up the rest of the paperwork,” Nik said, inspecting the spoon for tiny demon bite marks. “And then anything else that you haven’t done, I guess.” Nik ran his fingers over the groove checking for indents.

“What are you doing, Nik?” Lev asked, with utter confusion.

Nik pointed at him with the spoon. “Listen. I will not go down for that little beast. I’m checking for indents.”

“...She doesn’t have teeth yet, Nik.”

“I’m failing to see the point of that statement,” Nik said. “She has jaws of death, does she not?”

“SHe does not,” Lev said, booping her on the nose. “She has baby jaws.”

“Okay,” Nik said. “She has baby jaws of death.”

Lev’s only response to Nik’s observation was to roll his eyes. “Go ahead and finish the paperwork. I’ll watch Eden until you’re done, and then you can play with her while I finish the housework. Hopefully most of this will be done by the time Cameron wakes up.”

Nik had opened his mouth to answer when Eden yanked sharply on one of the little bows attached to the collar around Lev’s neck. Lev made a little choked sound when Nik said, “I should have known you had a choking kink.”

“Not from my daughter, I don’t.” He unhooked Eden’s fingers from the collar before taking it off and sitting it on the table next to Nik. “You can put this back on me when she goes to bed,” Lev said.

“Mmm.” Nik fingered the little bows on the collar before looking back at Lev and Eden. “Noted.”

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Cameron felt like he had fifty tons of bricks dropped on him when he woke up and his head was fuzzy. Irritation sliced through him when he forced himself to get out of bed and wash his face before making his way to the kitchen. He hadn’t cared enough to get his hair neat, and he went straight for the list he had left Lev and Nik at the counter.

“What’s left?” Cameron said, to either of them sitting at the counter.

“Well good morning,” Nik said.

Cameron cut him a sharp look. “Well?”

“Nothing,” Lev said, from beside him. He didn’t miss the faint pleased look on his face.

“Oh?” Cameron asked. “Is that right.” He looked through the list one more time. “Who did the paperwork.”

“I did,” Nik said, with a tone of defense.

“Bring it to me,” he said, going to inspect the kitchen. He could feel Nik’s eyes watching him to the point Cameron flicked him a look. “What did you do.”

“Nothing,” Nik said, far too quickly to be telling the truth. “I’m gonna- go get those papers.” Nik got up and quickly disappeared out of the kitchen.

He turned on Lev. “What did you do. I leave you both alone in my kitchen for several hours, because you idiots forced me to take a nap,” he said, sharply. “What did you do to my kitchen.”

“Nik’s nervous because I let Eden hold a wooden spoon for two minutes while he went to get her another stuffed animal to chew on. Nothing happened.”

Cameron’s eyes narrowed and he went for the drawer with the spoons and looked through them. He inspected each one before putting them all in the trash can. “See that I ever take a nap again with either of you in this damn house,” he said. “Did she put her mouth on anything else?” he asked. “Did you let her lick the stove top while you were at it?”

“If she did would you throw that out to? And no she didn’t, she just chewed on my collar and you’re not throwing that away.”

“Yes, I would,” Cameron bit out. “And yes, I will.” Cameron scooped the collar from the counter top and had it in the trash, and Lev looking pissed when Nik walked in with the paperwork.

Nik’s eyes were wide as he looked between them. “....okay. So. You know.”

“Well it doesn’t take a half brain-dead genius to figure out why you are so fucking jumpy,” Cameron said. “You fucking know better than to mess up my gods damned kitchen, Nikolas.” He could almost see Nik shrink internally at the tone coming from Cameron.

“If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me,” Lev said, sharply, getting up to get between him and Nik. “Nik didn’t do anything.”

Cameron gave him a cold look. “Fine,” Cameron said. “Then get the fuck out of my house.”

“Cam,” Nik said.

Lev looked surprised, and angry. “Fine. Then I’m taking the baby with me.”

He chokeholded his instinct to take Eden from him and snap Lev’s neck right there. “Fine,” he bit out. “Go.” He flicked a look at the sentry who was watching from the kitchen doorway. “Get him out of here. Now.”

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[kindaangelic]

Love Me a Little

Tim felt humiliated. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life, and with Dick, no less. He should have seen this coming, he should have dodged that bolt of magic, he should have moved faster, should've, would've, could've- But hindsight did nothing for the fact that he was now a tiny baby who was having his suitably tiny butt powdered by Dick Grayson, Mother Extraordinaire. “All done!” Dick crowed, administering a final, powdery, pat on his tush. “Don't you feel fresh now, Timmy?” Tim did feel as fresh as the morning dew, but he wasn't going to let Dick have the satisfaction of knowing that. Instead, he mewled plaintively, reaching out for the void to engulf him. By sheer happenstance, the direction in which he stretched was exactly where Jason was passing by after his nap. “Do you want to go to Jay?” Dick asked, bouncing him. “Jason, Timmy wants his big brother!” Jason blinked sleepily at his brothers and itched himself slowly, deliberately, before snagging Tim in one arm. “Hey, TimTam,” Jason yawned. “Don't you look all fresh and nice. Did Dickface give you a bath?” Tim squirmed uncomfortably, loath to relive the torturous memories of Bathtime. He let out a warbling wail, and looked angrily at Jason, who proceeded to mess up Dick’s hard work by blowing raspberries in Tim’s tummy, eliciting squeals from the unhappy yet tickled baby. “Hey, he likes it,” Jason said, completely misinterpreting Tim’s tortured noises for happiness. “Tim, who's your favourite brother?” Tim lunged towards Dick, making grabby hands at his saviour, who swept Tim out of the tickle monster’s arms. “Traitor,” Jason said good-naturedly. “It's lucky that he won't remember all of this when he turns back, huh?” “Oh, for sure,” Dick agreed. “Can you imagine him remembering all of this, or understanding us?” “Pfft,” Jason muffled a laugh, “I'm pretty sure he'd run away first.” “Yeah, it's pretty funny, huh?” Tim glared at his chortling brothers, and wondered if the League of Assassins was still recruiting. ----------- Tim dozed off as Dick and Jason carried him around the house, waking only when he felt a scratchy material on his face. Did those two numbskulls put him on the carpet!? Tim blinked awake, only to realize that the scratchy feeling was not from the carpet, but from where he was smushed against Bruce’s bare, hairy, chest, as the man lounged in front of the television where he was having his bi-monthly existential crisis. Said crisis usually consisted of asking questions such as am I really making a difference? Would my parents approve of my lifestyle? Why won't my children ever hug me? Why does Dick hug me so much? The answers to which were, in order, yes, I can't speak for the dead, because you're unapproachable, and because Dick has made it his personal mission in life to hug everything into submission, and frankly, his success rate is startlingly high. Currently, Bruce was cradling Tim and a bowl of popcorn (plain) against his bare chest and stomach, respectively, as the television blared news about Superman’s latest feat of hunkyness - rescuing a kitten from a tree - while Tim was having a mental freakout about lying next to Bruce’s nipple. Bruce came out of his stupor as Tim stirred awake and regarded his now infant son carefully. “I miss this,” Bruce said after a while. “You don't remember this, but you used to be here all the time when you were a baby. Perks of being the bachelor neighbor, I got to babysit you a lot. We used to do this a lot, too,” he admitted, gesturing at himself and the television, as Tim listened, enraptured. “My existential crises were different though. They were more centered around starting out as Batman and if I was really gay. I'm bisexual,” Bruce reaffirmed. Tim giggled, and Bruce smirked. “Yes, it seems so frivolous now, doesn't it? But when I was in my twenties, Superman’s pectorals haunted my dreams. Now, he haunts me in real life with his stupidity and talking and emotions, ugh.” Tim looked around guiltily, thinking back on all the times he had imagined Conner’s pecs bouncing. “Why am I talking about Clark?” Bruce interrupted himself. “Stupid Clark. This is father-son bonding time,” Bruce said, addressing Tim seriously. “As I was saying, you were here all the time. You said your first word here, you know. It was ‘bat’.” Bruce paused before continuing, “I should have known. I should have adopted you then. Maybe we would have had more time together, and you wouldn't have left home,” he said softly. Tim mashed his face into Bruce’s chest to convey his feelings, which Bruce seemed to understand. “You were my baby for the longest time, and I couldn't accept that you were going to leave. I keep losing kids and I don't know why,” he complained softly. “Dick went to crummy Blüdhaven, Jason died, came back, and hates me, Cassandra is in Hong freaking Kong, and Damian keeps calling me ‘Father’ like I don't know. Is ‘daddy’ too difficult a word? And you left and got a stupid flat in a stupid apartment complex,” Bruce grumbled. After a stretch of comfortable silence, Bruce hiked Tim up higher and looked him dead in the eye. “But I have you now, and I'm going to make the most of it. Prepare for hugs, Timothy my boy,” Bruce said, before cuddling Tim. Tim squeaked in shock, and made valiant attempts to avoid the Batman’s nipple, but appreciated the frank affection that was so rarely found in the house that did not come from Dick. ---------- “Your first word was not ‘bat’, as Master Bruce likes to think,” Alfred informed Timothy as he fed him tiny spoonfuls of applesauce. “It was ‘butt’. But Master Bruce does like his denial, doesn't he?” Tim clapped his hands gleefully, overjoyed that his first word had been said to cause someone affront. ---------- Just when he thought that everyone had had their fill of him as a baby, Damian showed up, looming ominously over Tim’s crib. Tim squeaked in horror at the purpose clear in Daman’s poisonous, green, eyes, and made to crawl away, but was held fast by the evil little gnome. “There is the possibility that this spell may not be reversible,” Damian muttered. “In that case, you will have to grow up all over again. This has been a blessing in disguise, the fates having given me the chance to forge a new relationship with you.” Tim cocked has tiny head, touched that Damian wanted to build on their relationship. “When I take the mantle of Batman, you shall be my new Robin!” Tim gawked as Damian went on to outline grandiose plans of how he and Tim would usher in an age of peace (he should have known not to let Damian read Orwellian Classics), and how with proper training, Tim would love his new elder brother and Batman. “...I shall have a high collar with my version of the cape and cowl. It offers more protection for my neck. For you, I shall keep the classic colour scheme, but we will be adding darker undertones. Here, try this on-” Tim was shocked when Damian pulled out a very small replica of the Robin costume of his imagining, and attempted to put Tim in it. Tim flailed, unwilling to indulge Damian’s fantasies of being his big brother, but failed, and was forced to look at his reflection in the mirror dressed in a modified Robin onesie. “There, see? Elegant and effective, offering brilliant range of movement and optimal protection. You will thank me for this later, Drake. In fact,” Damian paused, smirking, “you will love me, for I shall be the big brother that you never had.” Tim wailed at the thought, which brought Dick into the room. “Ooh, Bruce, look! Dami’s playing dress up with Timmy! They're so cute! And look at that!” Dick cried, pointing at Tim’s costume. “Did you make that, Dami?” Damian nodded happily. “It is for when I make Drake the Robin to my Batman.” “That's very sweet, Damian,” Bruce remarked. “I'm glad that you love your brother enough to make him Robin. I'm very proud of you.” “Thank you Father,” Damian said, preening. “You'll be a great big brother, Dami,” Dick cooed adoringly. “I know,” Damian remarked. “And with time, Drake will know it too.” Tim gulped, and willed the magic to fade faster from his body, if only to pound his little creep of a brother into the dirt for forcing him to play a role in his dystopian fantasies. ----------- “I'm sorry!” “Hmph.” “Timmy, I'm soooo soooorrrry!” “Hngh.” Jason buried his face in his hands as Dick continued to grovel. “Timmy, please! We didn't know that you could remember everything!” “You made me take bubble baths, Dick,” Tim reminded him sourly. “You made me dress up like a pumpkin, and then you took pictures! You powdered my butt. You touched my BUTT.” Dick slunk to the floor in horror while Jason gagged, prompting Tim to round on him. “And you! You put your entire uggo face in my stomach! You gave me raspberries! The gun-toting, feared anti-hero of Gotham, the Red Hood, gave me tiny tummy kisses!” Tim shrieked, pointing at a withering Jason, who promptly joined Dick in a pile of shame on the floor. In the chaos, Damian attempted to escape unnoticed, but was out of luck. “Don't think you're going to get away, you little creep,” Tim growled, snagging Damian by the waist. “‘You will learn to love me!?’ ‘I will show you what it means to be my Robin?’ What the hell, you little gremlin!?” “You should be honored, Drake!” Damian cried, attempting to scratch Tim’s eyes out. “I was going to make you into my perfect Robin!” “Oh my Gotham, that was creepy as fuck,” Jason mumbled quietly. “Dick, your little demon baby is a freaking creep.” “I was going to make you the best version of yourself, Drake!” “Dami,” Dick sighed, “you should love your brother in whatever form he is in. Tim loves you just as you are, don't you Timmy?” “I'd love him more if he was a hamster.” “Tim!” Unbeknownst to everyone, Bruce watched his children bicker from the safety of his room, and smiled at having his boys under one roof, together. Just as it should be. ---------

[i-w-p-chan]

Miss- err, Mr. and Mr. Croft, Part 11/Underworld

Important Author Note: Unless it is specified who says which part, the dialogue typically alternates between Tsuna and Hayato.

WARNINGS: OOC, Language (there is a lot of cursing), Violence, Indiscriminate Killing (Tomb Raider Typical Killing- applies to humans, animals, and mythical creatures), Dialogue Heavy, Set In The Tomb Raider Games 'Verses, So May Not Make A Whole Lot Of Sense If You Don't Know TR (unless you, like me, don't mind that), Uses Dialogue From The Game, Collection of Snippets/Drabbles/Scenes Featuring Tsuna's And Hayato's Adventures In The TR Games, Beware Of Unexpected Mood Whiplashes, Ship Teasing, Slight BoyxBoy (why do I even warn about this anymore?), Platonic 5927 (To The EXTREEEEEEEME!), Snark, Badass Tsuna And Hayato, Badasses In Dresses, Perverted Swords, Cute Hammers, And As Always: Shameless Self-Indulgence/Ridiculousness.

Disclaimer: Don't own TR or KHR.  

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Underworld

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'Darling~' Cal cooed, 'Make sure that you watch your backs down there. Your behinds look delectable in these diving suits; make sure you don't end up with any unfortunate incidents with tentacles, alright?~'

"Aw, Cal~ I love you too darling~" Tsuna embraced Cal, who was giving Tsuna and Hayato last minute pep talk before he sent them off to the bottom of the Mediterranean to explore, and caressed his edge, "We'll take care."

'Good! Ha~ya~to~ I mean you too, you know?'

Hayato twitched; he had wanted to avoid this, but… "Yes. Thank you, Cal."

Just… how could Tsuna corrupt such an old sword in the span of a couple of years was beyond him.

"We'll see you later, Cal~" Tsuna kissed Cal's pommel.

'Oooh.' Cal appeared to shiver, 'See you later.'

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The two watched a tentacle retract through a hole.

Tsuna looked at Hayato with amazement.

Don't you dare tell Cal about this! Hayato made a face and gestured.

(Hayato's facial expressions and gestures were highly expressive.)

You're no fun, Tsuna scrunched his nose.

(Actually, so were Tsuna's.)

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"Norse this time, huh?"

"Egyptian, Roman, Greek, Arthurian, and others. We were bound to come across Norse eventually."

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Tsuna looked at the Kraken, eyes wide and a crooked grin starting to spread across his lips.

"Don't start!" Hayato twitched, "Does Cal see into the future or something?"

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Hayato looked down at the Kraken's carcass, "What did the thing ever do to you?"

"It was in the way. Literally."

"You're a menace."

Tsuna preened.

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Tsuna's eyes sparkled, actually, so did Hayato's.

"Could it be?"

"That Thor's hammer is REAL?"

The two honed in on the gauntlet on the other side of the door like a shark; simultaneous big grins spread across their faces.

"Hehehe"

"Ehehehe."

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"I can't believe we let them sneak up on us like that," Hayato grumbled.

"Did he just say Amanda Evert?" Tsuna narrowed his eyes, "I was right, I should have killed her in Bolivia."

"Didn't even have the decency to personally come look down here."

"Maybe we should give her a visit. Do you think Cal would mind?"

"Nope, not at all. I believe he'd be ecstatic."

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'Hey, what happened?'

"We're going to visit an 'old' friend, Cal."

"And retrieve what was taken from us."

"So, Cal, you up for going on a murderous rampage?"

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"You just don't know when to die, do you?" Tsuna's eyes narrowed, his lips turning up in a bland smile, "Jacqueline Natla?"

"A trait we have in common." Natla smiled blandly back, the action brought attention to the burn scar on her right cheek, which extended down her neck and her chest under the white clothes she wore (Tsuna and Hayato knew the scar extended farther than that).

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'Ugh, what a bitch.'

"True, that."

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"Great. A sinking ship."

"Better or worse than a sinking submarine?"

"What's the difference? Both of them are sinking."

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"Ugh. Spiders."

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"Did you hear that?"

"Back to obsessing over sudden sounds again?"

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"Why did it have to be tigers? Why couldn't it have been lions?"

"Are you ready for more babies? Especially after last time you had to part with them?"

Tsuna sniffled; Hayato put a comforting arm around him as Excalibur cooed gently.

"There, there."

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"This feels like being back to basics."

"Nothing modern."

"Nothing except us, the greenery, the mountains, the rocks, the ancient buildings, and a couple of tigers."

"And spiders."

"That, too."

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"Great. There are giant lizards now, too."

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"The Great Pit of Giant Lizards. Or something."

"Or something."

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"You know, those mechanisms always impress me. Like, how do they make it work? And how do they last all those years?"

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Tsuna stared giddily at the gauntlet he just wore to be able to move a huge door to open it, "Wow!"

"Oh, no! He has superhuman strength now! Run for your lives!"

'Run! Run!'

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny."

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Tsuna and Hayato stared at the initials carved into the pedestal.

They looked at each other, "By god, Richard you ass."

"It was literally under our feet. The whole time."

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"Hey! I can move this!"

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Hayato clutched at the pedestal, "Tsuna! Don't do it so quickly! Whoa! TSUNA!"  

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"Aw. It works for a limited time?" Tsuna pouted as he looked at the no-longer glowing gauntlet.

"Thank god!"

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Tsuna giggled as he saw Zip's reaction to the crypt.

"Tsuna, be mature."

"You're not doing better than me, Hayato."

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"Thralls?"

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"Oh, those are thralls."

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'TSUNA! HAYATO!'

"Cal?"

Tsuna cocked his head to the side; Cal's call came to them telepathically, which was strange, because Cal would literally teleport to them in case he needed them (or they needed him), so why would he-?

Tsuna and Hayato looked at each other with wide eyes and started sprinting down the corridor; the others were in troub-!

The place shook, causing the two of them to stumble.

"A bomb?!"

.

"Put the gun down." Hayato aimed his gun at Zip.

"Don't test us, Zip." Tsuna's eyes narrowed.

"Explain," Hayato hissed, "What exactly happened around here?"

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"Where's Alister?"

"Cal's not here either."

'We're coming to you. Don't worry about us. Worry about the fakers.'

"Alister's with Cal," Tsuna said.

"You two." Hayato gestured to Zip and Alister, "Get out before the roof comes down."

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The two doppelgangers made in Tsuna's and Hayato's image aimed their guns to shoot at an unsuspecting Alister.

Cal intercepted the bullets just in time, his form glowing green and orange. He released a great wave of green and orange energy that caught the two doppelgangers and threw them towards one of the walls. Then, Cal shot off, stabbing himself right through the chest of Tsuna's doppelganger and releasing more energy.

The doppelganger screamed as the energy tore through him.

Tsuna took the chance created by Cal's actions and launched himself at Hayato's doppelganger. After he got a good grip on the doppelganger, Tsuna released his flames, engulfing the two of them in them.

The second doppelganger's screams reverberated in tandem with the first one.

In the mean time, Hayato grabbed Alister and high-tailed it out of the burning manor.

Tsuna and Cal didn't follow after them until after they were sure that not even ashes were left of the doppelgangers.

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Tsuna surveyed the group of people gathered at a distance in front of the manor: Winston and Hayato, tending to an injured Zip and a shaken Alister.

Cal hovered near Tsuna and gently butted his pommel against Tsuna's shoulder, 'Sky- Tsuna?'

Tsuna smiled at him and gently stroked down his blade, "You did a good job in there, Cal."

"What now, Tsuna?" Hayato looked at Tsuna from where he was still standing next to Alister.

"Now," Tsuna started, "We go find the belt. Then the hammer. Then, we burn Natla to death. This has gone on long enough, and it's time to end it." Tsuna's eyes glowed orange.

Hayato's eyes glowed red in response as he grinned a grin full of teeth while Cal glowed in his entirety, 'Ooooh, you're making shivers race down my blunt edge.'

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"We're on a time limit, Hayato. Get on my bike."

"… … … … fine!" Hayato grudgingly rode on the bike behind Tsuna, tightening his hold as Tsuna sped up, "Ohmygod why did I even agree to let you have driving priority whenever we're on a time limit?!"

"Because I'm awesome, just like that!"

.

"That… was a close call."

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"Great, giant spiders."

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"There are four pieces missing and four doors to go through."

"Reminds me of that time with the elemental stones. Shall we separate?"

"And each of us tackles two of the doors again? Yeah."

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"So, room one- what did you face?"

"Crushing stones. Not very fun to go through. But very fun to watch crush the giant spiders that chased after me. You?"

"Fire and swinging poles. No spiders to speak of, but I don't think I'd fancy the smell of burning spider."

"On to room two."

"Wonder what we'll find."

.

"So?"

"Spears and blades. You?"

"Actually nothing. I only had to crawl through an opening between fallen rocks."

"So not fair."

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"And now we descend into the underworld."

"We've been descending into a lot of underworlds lately, haven't we?"

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"Look at this beautiful pool of blue."

"I don't think it's meant to be swum in, Tsuna. So don't go dive bombing into it."

.

"We have the gauntlets, the belt and coordinates to our next destination. It's time we got us Thor's hammer."

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"OH MY GOD! IS THAT A YETI THRALL?!"

"Well," Hayato started, his guns aimed at the aforementioned yeti thrall, "Where's a powerful yeti-slaying weapon when you need it?"

Cal burst into the air, wreathed in green and orange energy, 'Did you call?~'

"Yes." Hayato smirked as Cal floated in front of him, positioned so that the grip was in Hayato's direction and the blade was bared in the thrall's direction.

Hayato grabbed Cal, who began to emit red energy as well.

Then the two started yeti-slaying.

Tsuna watched, mouth in an 'o' shape.

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Tsuna stared, enraptured, at Mjolnir where it floated on top of a pedestal, surrounded by cloud-like mist sparking with lightning.

Hayato noted that the gauntlets and belt which Tsuna wore didn't just glow blue, like usual, but also orange.

The mist whirled around the hammer, almost storm-like, and the lightning increased; Tsuna raised a hand towards the hammer.

A stream of lightning and fire connected Tsuna's hand with the hammer as Tsuna walked forward towards it.

Then, Tsuna finally grabbed the hammer and lightning flashed almost blindingly.

'Wow, what a light show. Did the same thing happen when you reassembled me?'

"The light show? Kind of. The dramatic atmosphere? Not so much. We already had your pieces when we reassembled you; we simply just had to put you back together."

The light receded, and Tsuna returned into view.

Tsuna held Mjolnir reverently and spoke, "Mjolnir, slayer of giants and the Midgard Serpent."

Then, a little girl's voice echoed through the chamber, 'I'm Mjolnir! Thor's mighty hammer! Rawr!'

"Of course you are, cutie~" Tsuna cooed at Mjonlir.

'Who are you calling a 'cutie', Sky?! I'm a big, bad hammer! I spank naughty giants on their bottoms! FEAR ME!'

'Cute.'

Hayato nodded in agreement, he could see Tsuna barely restraining the urge to cuddle the hammer.

"Now, darling." Tsuna smiled, "You can do more than that, right?"

'Of course! Who do you think I am?!'

.

"May I call you Mimi?"

'… … … You may…'

"Aww~ Thanks~"

.

Tsuna and Hayato completely tore through the mercenaries on Amanda's ship, Tsuna holding Mimi and Hayato holding Cal.

"There is no kill like overkill~" The four sang in unison, Mimi adding in more creepiness via giggling at the end.

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Tsuna and Hayato worked their way across the room to reach the entrance where Mimi was to work her magic; both of them were silent and somber (even Mimi and Cal were silent as well). It was the end of their journey, their quest, to finding the truth of what happened to Amelia.

It was the end of their journey. Here. In this world.

Tsuna could feel it already- Hayato could feel it as well.

They had informed Winston, Alister and Zip. Tsuna was going to send them a message when the time came.

Tsuna and Hayato shared a look and continued.

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Tsuna stared over the edge where the thrall Amelia fell into a pool of Eitr.

Tsuna clenched his fists.

Oh.

Hayato put an arm around Tsuna's shoulder.

Cal and Mimi hissed, snapping Tsuna and Hayato out of their grief to notice Natla who was approaching them.

Tsuna grabbed Mimi who was already sparking with lightning and Tsuna's fire while Hayato grabbed Cal, also glowing with green and red energy.

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"She's such a fucking escape artist," Tsuna hissed and tugged a strand of hair out of his face.

'Let's go kill her! Let'sgolet'sgolet'sgo!'

"Alright, Mimi. You'll get to punch right through her body and obliterate her."

"And take down the Midgard Serpent," Hayato added.

It was then that Amanda entered the room.

The three stared at each other. Mimi and Cal bristled.

"Aw-kward." Hayato cleared his throat, "Well, Amanda. Fancy seeing you here."

"That's not the point." Amanda scowled, "Where is she?"

Tsuna raised Mimi, "She went off to raise a serpent." He smiled blandly, "Don't worry, we're going to chase her down and tear her limb from limb and then reduce her into nothing."

Mimi sparked with lightning in agreement.

The room shook as yeti thralls stalked down the corridor leading into the room.

Amanda retreated towards the middle of the room, farther than the entrance, and faced the corridor.

Hayato raised Cal and swung him in the direction of the yeti thralls, releasing a wave of green and red energy that sliced through the thralls with disturbing ease.

"Go, Tsuna. Get that bitch. I've got those."

Tsuna's eyes glowed orange, "I will. And then I'll come back to you."

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"You will be consumed by fire and ash," Tsuna muttered darkly, as he glared up at Natla.

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"Mimi, are you ready?" Tsuna asked Mimi as he stared at Natla who was attempting to stabilize the unstable Midgard Serpent.

'YES! LET'S GET HER!'

Tsuna smiled grimly, Hayato was going to kill him for this stunt.

(But how else was he supposed to kill an apparently immortal goddess?)

Tsuna raised Mimi, who frosted over from Tsuna's ice, and threw her at Natla, nailing her in the back and slamming her into the Midgard Serpent. Mimi unleashed the frost in her body towards Natla and the Serpent, acting like a medium for Tsuna's ice, and causing both Natla and the Serpent to freeze over.

Mimi flashed back to Tsuna's hand before she got caught up in the ice herself; she relished in the warmth that spread through her as Tsuna channeled his flames through her body.

As Tsuna strapped her to his back, she sent her own energy, her own inner flame, to Tsuna.

Tsuna settled in a ready stance, very much the same stance he used while facing Boaz all those years ago: feet spread apart; one arm extending behind him with his palm raised and expelling flames; the other arm extending in front of him with palm facing his foe.

The gauntlet and belt glowed with blinding orange light; Mimi channeled more of her energy through Tsuna, who narrowed his glowing orange eyes at Natla and the Serpent.

Tsuna breathed in, out.

And then he unleashed a devastating torrent of flames and lightning.

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After what felt like hours but was probably minutes in reality, and when Tsuna deemed that he achieved his aim, he cut off the fire.

In the middle of the great chamber, where the Midgard Serpent and the construct that helped raise it were, there was nothing.

The Midgard Serpent was gone. Natla was gone.

Tsuna heavily panted, his arms shook, steam was rising from his hands, and he felt that the gauntlets actually melted into his arms despite not appearing to have done so.

'We did it! YEAH!'

"Yeah…" Tsuna made to leave, moving his shaking, tired limbs, but he dropped to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut off.

'Come on TSUNA! Let's go! Get up! Smol Storm and the perverted guy are waiting for us! GET UP! Getupgetupgetupgetupgetupget-!'

"Alright! I'm getting up!" Tsuna dragged himself to his feet and limped towards the entrance.

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Hayato grinned viciously towards the corridor leading to the room he was in; the corridor itself was torn apart from the intensity of his and Cal's assault on the incoming thralls.

Next to him, Amanda panted in exhaustion.

And then Tsuna limped into the room from the other entrance.

Hayato rushed to him in time to support his weight before he fell to the ground in exhaustion.

"Tsuna…?"

Tsuna let out a breathy laugh, "It's done! It's finished!"

"And Natla?"

"She's gone!"

"And why the fuck do you look like you're about to keel over any moment?"

Tsuna snorted, "Because I am! About to keel over, I mean."

"Are we in a rush to leave?"

"No, don't think so."

"Then, sit. Take a breather. I'll take care of you."

"So," Amanda started, "That's it? She is gone, the Midgard Serpent is gone?"

"Yeah."Tsuna took Mimi off his back, Amanda twitched back, clearly remembering Tsuna using the hammer against her. Tsuna put Mimi in his lap and gently stroked the top of her head, "You did a good job, Mimi."

'YEAH!'

"You can add 'slayer of annoying Atlantean goddesses' to your titles."

Mimi preened in his lap.

Cal, not to be outdone, also laid himself in Tsuna's lap next to Mimi.

'Darling~ I missed seeing you all hot and sexy while you're taking down an Atlantean goddess! Oh, woe is me!'

'Stop being so dramatic!'

'You were there! Tell me! How was he?'

'… … … okay! So he was cool…'

Hayato snorted.

"Hey, Hayato?"

"Hmm?"

"Look, I got the cool energy-channeling hammer as well."

"You're still on about that?"

"Yessss."

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Ten minutes later, Tsuna's head snapped up and he started to frantically paw at his diving suit until he took out the phone he hid in it earlier.

"It's time already?"

"Yeah." Tsuna typed in a quick, short message to tell Alister, Zip and Winston about what happened and what was going to happen.

The moment Tsuna hit 'send'. A white light flashed and washed over them, taking them away

.

Tsuna slammed into shaking ground, and dragged himself up. He was in a… ship? He swayed; god, he was still tired. His legs shook, but he refused to let them buckle from underneath him.

Water burst into the corridor and swept him up, it was too strong for him to do anything more than attempt to hold onto something.

More importantly, where was Hayato?

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End chapter 11

[timesorceror]

Day 23 (January 29th) - AUs and Anders

This is an AU day, be it modern, or a different game series, Hogwarts AU, or something. The theme for this day is Anders in an AU.

For @justhanderspositive‘s challenge: [HERE].

I have a fondness for A/B/O AUs, but instead of going the usual Omega!Anders route that I’m so fond of, today I decided to make Anders the Alpha who is having to tend to not one but two pregnant omegas… 

If mpreg and A/B/O aren’t your thing, cool. Just thought you ought to know. ;)

Fenris stretched as he awoke, sprawled like a cat in the bed his shared with his alpha and fellow omega lovers. It was soothing to wake up in a bed full of their intermingling scents, even without their alpha present.

He blinked blearily at the dark ceiling of the four poster bed, trying to gather his thoughts as Hayden continued to sleep beside him. Then a distant door closed and Fenris’ heart began to race with excitement while the kits in his belly stirred. If that wasn’t Orana or Bodhan, then it had to be Anders, back from a long day at the clinic.

Fenris simply let himself languish in the bed while he waited, glancing over at the sleeping form of Hayden, who was resting on their side, one arm reaching up to cover their eyes and the other cradling the swell of their own belly. Fenris chuckled softly in amusement as he thought back to the night of the first heat he and Hayden had intentionally left off their suppressants and contraceptive potions. They had intended to start a family, the three of them, and Hayden had gone into heat first. Their intentions had been to wait and see if Hayden would conceive first, and if they did, then Fenris would take their next dose as soon as possible.

They hadn’t counted on Hayden’s heat pulling on Fenris, forcing his own heat to start a full two weeks earlier than it usually did.

And of course, they had both ended up pregnant despite their alpha’s worries that his Grey Warden blood might affect his fertility. Not only that, both he and Hayden had ended up with more than one, since they had stared showing far earlier than Anders considered normal, and Hayden had stared showing even earlier than Fenris had despite the fact that they’d conceived right about the same time.

Fenris was shortly brought out of his musings when the sound of distant footsteps reached his keen elven ears from the main hall’s stairs as they went up, and up, and up, finally reaching the landing and making their way to the bedroom.

The doorknob jiggled and turned, and there stood Anders, somehow managing to look even more tired than either Hayden or Fenris were on their more exhausted days. But upon seeing Fenris and Hayden, the mage’s face brightened, and the tiredness lifted from his face. Beside Fenris, Hayden made a soft sound of contentment, but didn’t stir.

“Hello my loves,” Anders greeted them, his voice soft and gentle as he set down his staff against the wall and the basket that had been slung over one arm –that smelled of warm, fresh bread and many other delicious things– on the desk nearby. Fenris grunted, propping himself up until he could sit upright, the blankets falling down to pool in what remained of his lap. He had recently stopped fitting into his own sleep clothes and had now taken to wearing some of Hayden’s, the blue silk of the finery clinging to his skin and emphasizing the gentle roundness of his middle.

At the sound of Anders’ voice, Hayden stirred at last.

“Anders?” they mumbled sleepily, rolling over onto their back. Anders shrugged off his coat, removed his boots and braces, and climbed onto the bed to snuggle between his two omegas.

“I’m here darlings,” Anders cooed.

“You’re early this evening,” Fenris commented, glancing at the dwarven timepiece that Hayden had purchased several months ago. Anders, having crawled up to be level with their bellies, was lying stomach down on the bed, reaching for Hayden and stroking the swell of their belly slowly, sensually.

“There weren’t that many people in the clinic this evening,” he replied absently, “and I wanted to surprise you with some of the snacks you requested last night.”

“Sounds good,” Hayden mumbled. They sounded as though they were on the edge of sleep again. Fenris couldn’t help but smile at how cute the smaller of his two mages looked, eyes closed, hair tousled, swollen belly full with their alpha's kits. “Hayden,” Fenris teased gently, “you have to be awake to eat the food, you know.”

Hayden grunted, and even he could see the gentle press of a hand through the fabric of the red silk finery they wore.

“Ugh, I know. The babies are hungry now. Thanks for that reminder.”

“Sorry love,” Anders laughed, “I’m only trying to do my best to feed you.”

Hayden’s eyes blinked blearily open again, and they groaned softly before they pulled themselves into a sitting position like Fenris, which made it that much more obvious how much bigger Hayden was in comparison to him, despite the fact that Fenris was likely carrying two half human, half elven babes and he sometimes felt like he was large enough already.

Hayden yawned and pulled the covers over said belly while Anders turned to lavish his attention on Fenris, who basked in the glow of his Alpha’s attention until his stomach growled in protest at the promise of food not yet having been fulfilled.

“Alpha. Food now, if you please,” he purred. “Hurry up and stuff me won’t you, and I just might be in the mood to get stuffed somewhere else later…”

Anders, who he could scent was suddenly struck with a heady rush of arousal, seemed to take a moment to collect himself before climbing off the bed quickly with a quick, slightly giddy, “Yes, sir!” that had Hayden glancing over at Fenris with an almost exasperated expression.

“Don’t tell me you just promised him sex,” Hayden drawled, trying for unimpressed but was unable to keep the hint of amusement from their voice. Fenris simply grinned. “I only promised him the possibility of sex. But you can’t say you don’t want it either… I can smell it, and he likely can too, you know.”

Hayden groaned, grabbing one of the spare pillows and playfully hitting Fenris with it.

“You’re impossible. You know, the sex last night is exactly the reason we decided to have a lie-in for most of today, remember?”

“I certainly do,” Anders chimed in, a platter full of last night’s cravings plus a spread of a few other things in his hands. He placed it between them, and he grinned as he settled on the bed with him, letting the two omegas have their pick of the selection before he started to assemble his own meal.

“It’s my job as an alpha to take care of my pregnant omegas, catering to your every need and desire. Even the carnal ones.” He winked, popping a grape into his month and chewing it incredibly slowly.

Hayden began panting a little, and Fenris felt his own arousal spike slightly.

“Stop that you,” Hayden scowled, still unable to help a smile from making its way through to their face. “I’d like you to eat the actual food first, if you don’t mind.” And then it was Anders’ turn to stare and blink owlishly at Hayden while Fenris descended into a fit of snickering at the expression on their alpha’s face as the implication of Hayden’s words set in.

“Oh,” Anders said after a few moments had passed, “yes, I think I can do that. Yes.” And Hayden simply preened as their personal success, having put their beloved alpha in his place at last… at least until the food was gone and the real fun began.