#when shall we dare to fly?

[enchantressiren]

❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.. 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭.. 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞

Which sex position is your future lover’s favorite and why? (Detailed)

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Author's note,

It's been a while since I last posted, hi everyone. I hope you enjoy your Christmas coming up!

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Pile I.

“I want to devour the sweet nectar of the sin that lies beneath me. To feel it dripping on the sin of my fingertips, the graze that will melt us into ecstasy burning in the brain of our subconscious, such a beauty that I only get to see—for how lucky I am.. a lucky bastard.. that I am.”

Your future lover’s energy puts me in a calm trance, the calmest one could be. I feel like I am sleeping or walking on a path of water that will lead me to paradise. They are so soft with you, their love, or shall I say devotion, to you is something they cherished tremendously, and they could not bear losing that with you. To lose you would simply be their death, and they cannot have that done, and that is why their favorite sex position is all over the place. They do not have one and could never dare; they want to feel you everywhere, in every position, and want to see your beautiful face move and show pure pleasure as they please you with the utmost respect. “That is something you deserve, you deserve the utmost respect one could bear, and that is the one thing you never have to ask or prove with me—it will be with you the minute you are my lover, though I am sorry it was not done when we were fighting.”

Enemies to lovers, or rivals to lovers, is your trope with them. You honestly made them want to fall in love, and made them understand what it was to actually love. Their ex, (or multiple, energies are flying around like crazy), were nasty. That’s really it, so awful, but they used that to improve on what they wanted, which was building walls around until you had the audacity to break them and make them fall for you, “shame on you!’’

(I can feel them next to me, they are so animated, so damn loving, it’s like they want to grab you right here and right now and pull you to their future).

Aside from your “audacity,” they are very happy that you did because they were spiraling into something darker and started to use something dangerous, not illegal or self-harming (it’s not my place to tell you), as a coping mechanism, yet now.. you are their drug. Not literally, but you basically saved them from this impending doom of shame and guilt. I believe you should get ready to heal your inner child (even if you have) with them because they will be spoiling you .. like crazy, maybe a bit too much? I see a vision with an insane amount of gifts, teddy bears, jewelry, sports gear, food, or something to do with your religion. Also art supplies or crystals that are insanely expensive, but if it is for you, then “fuck it, right?” That is how their attitude is with you.

Ten of wands.

I took a break because something was missing from them, and they could not tell me. Meaning they kept focusing on the positive aspects when it comes to your relationship and sex with you. However, with the ten of wands, they actually do not know how to have a favorite sexual position. In a way, they thought it was off-putting that others always picked a favorite; if you picked a favorite, then you lost the chance to explore around and make your lover feel sexual pleasure. So, intuition tells me they feel overburdened and overwhelmed picking a favorite, but at the same time, they feel pressured to pick one.

They know that you would not give a damn whether or not they had one, but their colleagues, co-workers, a boss, or some type of group pops up with how they think about sex, and it is affecting your future lover right now, and when you meet; they will feel insecure throughout your sexual journey with you thus why the relationship with them will be enemies or rivals to lovers. I believe it's peer pressure with them. My intuition tells me this is the reason why you saved them and why they would do anything for you.

I feel a lot of anxious energy with them, a part of me wants to hug them and tell them they are okay, okay to love and show their pleasure in their own way, but I already know this is how you feel with them and what you will tell them. And when you do, they will confess you saved them.

As I was editing, I had to give you a message and also saw 777. Listen here. You are absolutely allowed to love whoever you want, you are allowed to be spoiled and pampered, you are allowed to be kissed in the most romantic ways, and you are allowed to have someone help you take showers. No, this person will not treat you in a bad way because you struggle with mental health problems. And no, they will not let anyone laugh at you even when you guys are not together because you do not deserve that, and they also think someone who does that is a "fucking asshole.'' You are so so so .. and many so worthy of love and I hope each day you tell yourself that, because it is true or else I would not have said it nor left this message, understood? Allow yourself to have the happiness you deserve and stop being your own blockage because, at the end of the day, it is not worth it, and seeing you struggle to have your happiness, do you think your kid self would like that? Would that be okay with them or is that okay—to have yourself struggling to make amends with your past, forcefully giving yourself guilt for something that should have been forgiven a long time ago? Let it go, it is seriously okay, let it go. Yes, what you did was awful, and should not have happened with them, but let it go and do and become better for the mistakes you caused and for yourself so it does not happen again. So as I said before, if I didn't mean it, I would not have mentioned it in your pile, so let it go.

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Pile II.

Your future lover's favorite sex position is face sitting. They love, and I mean this very heavily, love eating you out, giving you oral, sucking you off, whatever the case is, they are very addicted to your private parts. “All you, all you, and .. all you, you are so fucking delicious baby, fuckkkkk.” I see a scene where they are covered in your juices, your cum, everything about you, and they are still eating you out as you grab their arms, body parts, or hair. Gripping for dear life, begging for relief, but nothing happens other than using their tongue in or on you faster, swirling it until it hits that sensitive spot of yours and, as well, as they are filled to the brim with your essence. The whole idea of eating dessert does not appeal to them UNTIL it is yours.

I hope you are ready for a very smutty scene since I cannot channel anymore other than their fantasies.. for you. I will address you as Y/N (your name), and them as F/L (future lover).

Scene A)

Your F/L will grab your leg and flip you over as they crawl towards your body, grabbing your skin to feel your skin. To feel the heat of your body because of how aroused you are. They will crawl towards your lips and greedily suck your top lips, nibbling the bottom to feel the taste from the last meal you ate, and chew softly. Then they will roughly thrust their tongue into your lips, sucking and grazing their tongue on yours and your teeth; they want to feel everything about you. Then they will pull out, grope your jaw and spit into your mouth as they crawl down and then sensually drag their tongue down to your chest area, sucking on them, and then to your private part as they blow air on it, seeing you twitch, whimper, groan, moan, etc. They will lean down and then give you oral.

Scene B)

Y/N is focused on doing their work, finishing up a coming project, and their deadline is coming within a week or two. F/L comes waltzing in as if they own the place and gazes at Y/N, smirking at their inconvenience. Though it would have been better if they could have helped Y/N, but no, it did not fit their shenanigans or their agenda. They stride over to Y/N as they massaged Y/N's shoulder, building trust with them. Once gaining their trust, they forcefully kiss Y/N, tasting their sweet nectar and feeling their tension dropping down until they remember their work as they push away F/L. But no, you would assume F/L will hold back and respect that push, yet they will not (still consent here). F/L will pick Y/N over their shoulder despite the weight of Y/N, and walk towards a countertop or over a table and bend them over. F/L will look at Y/N, and undress them as they crouch down and tease Y/N’s undergarment until they see a wet spot and then take it off only to tease Y/N with a toy, waiting for them to release but not cum since it is not allowed.

It will last for 2 hours straight, and once Y/N has had enough, they will face Y/N over their shoulders, similar to someone sitting on someone’s shoulder, only in this case, Y/N is sitting in front of F/L. F/L will suck or eat out Y/N until they are cumming over.. and over again and sobbing for F/L to stop. But it will not happen until Y/N uses their safe word(s) and once that does happen, pampering aftercare will erupt and leave Y/N comforted to the highest degree possible. With an insane amount of kisses, "because you deserve that and you deserve me to eat you out more!''

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[houseofthedragonn]

Girlypop I need someone to write about cregan x reader x Jacaerys. I need someone to write this please girlypop don't disappoint me 🥹. Feel free to write any ideas you have🙏

in the middle

cregan x reader x jacaerys

synopsis - you ride to the wall from dorne to treat with cregan and jace, and you cannot choose which is more handsome—so they don’t make you…

warnings - smut, threesome

“Princess Martell,” Cregan and Jace greeted, kissing my hand upon our meeting out in the cold at Castle Black’s gate.

“My Lord… my Prince…” I smiled, my gaze lingering on their lips. Their eyes did the same, staring at my mouth, making clouds of ice as I spoke.

Invited by raven to treat at the Wall with Lord Cregan Stark and Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, I accepted.

On behalf of House Martell, as Dorne’s ruling Princess. And commander of my troops for four years since my sixteenth nameday. Rhaenyra wanted us on her side against the Greens. As a descendant of Nymeria, I was already onboard to help another woman take back her rightful throne that a man usurped. But still acted as if I needed some convincing so I could treat with her son and their trusted ally. I would be lying if I denied my feelings of anticipation about meeting the realm’s rumored to be most handsome young Lord and Prince.

Seeing for myself that all the rumors were more than true.

They led me inside the castle gate’s, past congregating men of the Night’s Watch. All pushing their way past one another to see the pretty Princess of Dorne, since there were no women allowed at the wall. None unless they commanded an army as I did. Cregan, Jace, and I negotiated about my men and women fighting for Rhaenyra.

Negotiating over cups of wine, besides the roaring hearth crackling in the corner of handsome, young Lord Stark’s study.

“It is a great honor that you rode all this way. The tales of your great beauty do not do you justice, Princess…” Jace was the first to flatter me warmly, his dragon flying in circles above the castle I saw out the window.

“Aye, that they do not… and I don’t know many men who would dare make the journey you have, Princess,” Cregan, colder in demeanor than the warm, welcoming Prince, still seemed impressed. “The realm’s rumors of you being Nymeria reborn appear to be true… strength, beauty, and all…”

“The realm’s rumors of you two being the most handsome Lord and Prince appear to be true as well,” I spoke freely, as ruler of my own free kingdom, I never had to hold my tongue. “But I cannot choose which one of you is more handsome…”

Leaving them both caught off guard, I kept sipping the Dornish red I brought as a gift. Until the sweet, strongwine was drained from my cup, which Cregan kindly refilled for all three of us. On yet another cup after a few several hours of negotiating.

“We would never ask you to choose, Princess…” Jacaerys lilted with a different tone than before, a more sensual one.

After a knowing look was exchanged between him and Stark.

A long time passed with just the fire crackling filling the silence as I drained my cup again, this time because they caught me off guard. Cregan’s hand rested on mine after taking the empty cup from my hand. Gently, but firm, he held my hand in his much bigger one. Bringing it to his lips again. Jace grabbed my other hand and did the same.

“You don’t have to choose… you’re the warrior Princess of Dorne,” Stark started kissing up my arm as Jacaerys did the same, kissing his way up my other. “You can have us both…”

Both stopped when they reached my collarbone, exposed in my revealing Dornish dress after I unclasped my cloak. I looked down to see them both looking up at me longingly and they were right, I did not want to choose. I just wanted them. Both of them.

“Then both of you is what I shall have…” I sighed, smiling wide, warm from the wine and feeling both of them gave me.

Their kisses on my collarbone made me melt into my chair before the fire. Their lips left my skin with a wet sound before rising from their seats. Each holding out their hands to help me stand. I took both of their hands and let them lead out of the study downstairs to Stark’s chambers. Castle empty after they commanded all of the men to stand guard outside, no one was around to question why we all entered the Lord’s quarters hand in hand, in hand. Cregan slammed the heavy door shut behind him. Tearing off his wolf’s fur cloak, he let it sink to the stone floor. Jace unclasped him own and abandoned it to the ground just the same. Both with one hand as their other hands never let mine go. Leading me by the hand towards Stark’s large featherbed. I let them pull me onto it before they pinned me down. Prince on my left, and Lord on my right. They left more kisses on my collarbone leading up my bare neck. Along my jaw. Until they reached my lips. Fighting for my mouth.

I ran my hands through both of their thick hair. Through Jace’s black curls and Cregan’s chestnut strands.

Taking turns kissing both, feeling and hearing the wet sounds of all our tongues. I impatiently pulled at their fine clothes and my demand was heeded. Immediately both began to undress, tossing their shirts and undershirts to the stone floor below. Their trousers next, I laid there in my dress, desperately trying to take it off as I watched them. They only laughed, stepping out of bed and out of their britches. Falling to the ground with soft thuds, piling in the pool of their fine clothes trailing from the door to the bed. My lips fell open, ravenous at the sight.

Stark was noticeably bigger than the lean Targaryen prince—broader shouldered and more muscular, as he was older.

Even his cock was bigger, at least thicker than the Targaryen prince, whose cock was longer. Both red and aching with want. I crawled towards them on my hands and knees, reaching the end of the featherbed. They took advantage of my exposed back to unlace my dress. Then my corset. Letting both fall away after they discarded my fine clothes to the floor. Only left in my chemise underdress, I shrugged the shift off desperately. Tossing it to the pile. They both joined me on the bed, all our bodies bare.

“You’re beautiful, Princess…” Jace sighed, running his hands over my bare frame, gently caressing curves of my breasts.

Cregan pinned my hands above my head to keep me from hiding myself from them, “She’s more than beautiful, my Prince… you’re gorgeous, my Princess…”

I writhed under their touches. They both brought their mouths back to my neck. Kissing hard until they left lovebites on each side of my throat. Moans left my lips, drawing their attention back towards my mouth theirs left swollen and wet. Tongues fighting for control. Before I got on my hands and knees again before them on the bed. Looking up at the desperately, they let me take turns taking their cocks in my mouth ravenously. Wet sounds of my lips wrapping around Jace’s cock first and taking Cregan in my hand filled Stark’s chambers along with the fire’s roar and crackle.

“Seven fucking hells, Princess… your mouth feels better than the heavens…” Jacaerys groaned as I sucked his hard cock, his hands tangling themselves in and tugging on my hair harshly.

“I bet her cunt feels even better… gods, you’re already so wet for us, pretty Princess…” Cregan flashed his wolfish grin down at me after reaching between my thighs, knelt before the next King of Westeros, as my hand pumped Lord Stark’s big cock.

I switched, my lips going to Cregan’s cock and sucking his hard length, and my other hand gripping Jace’s and pumping. My head spinning from hearing how I made them moan my name as they gripped my hair, bobbing my head up and down. With the wet sounds and feel of my spit covering both of them.

“Only for you, my Lord… and my Prince…” I sighed, after my mouth pulled off of them for air. Panting with my wet lips parted, swollen from sucking their cocks.

“If it’s only for us, you won’t mind if we take you at the same time, beautiful?” Jacaerys asked with a daring glint in his eye, a knowing look directed at Cregan who seemed in agreement.

The handsome Prince held my face in his hands as he asked, or rather demanded, gently. After choking trying to take all of his long cock deep in my throat.

“Please…” I pleaded, near begging to be filled with them both.

“You need only ask, our pretty Princess…” Stark stroked himself watching me, a pleading mess, and soon he and the insatiable Targaryen were hard again.

I let them manhandle me, making me switch so I faced Cregan with Jace taking hold of hips.

The Prince burying himself in my cunt first, without warning, I cried out, “Fucking hells, Jace! Feels so good…”

While Stark was thicker, Jacaerys was longer, hitting a spot deeper inside me.

“Fuck, you’re tight, Princess…” Jace groaned as he bottomed out inside me.

I clenched at the sudden fullness, my moans mixing with his. Until Cregan’s cock slipped past my lips. Choking on his thick cock, my mouth stretched to fit him. Pumping the last few inches I could not take in my throat with my hands. Moaning around his length, making Stark groan in return. Soon they found a steady rhythm, both moving in and out of me as a dizzying pace. I just them, clenching and sucking around them both. Sounds of our sex filled Stark’s chambers over the crackling hearth at the foot of our bed. I felt close after a while, the pressure too much.

Before I could reach my release, they suddenly switched.

Jace back in my mouth as Cregan’s cock sank deep inside of me. Hitting the same spot Jace did, again and again. My cunt stretching a bit more, how it stretched to fit the Prince just moments before.

“Good gods, you are tight, gorgeous…” Stark groaned as he bottomed out in my cunt.

I moaned around Jacaerys as the Wolf of the North started slow at first, before being unable to restrain his animalistic stamina. Sucking the Prince’s cock harder as the Lord fucked me faster. Clenching around him, and getting sloppier with my mouth, they both knew I was close.

“Come for us, our Princess…” Jace sighed as he pulled my hair, fucking my face he held in place with his hands.

I felt Stark start to circle my clit with his fingers as Jacaerys squeezed my breasts while I was on my hands and knees for them. That pushed me over the edge, coming around Cregan’s cock, with my mouth a moaning mess around Jace. They both moaned my name as they chased their release right after mine. Warmth washed over me from inside my cunt and mouth. I swallowed whole as my cunt had both their cocks. Wiping my lips clean, the Prince pulled out of my mouth. After slowing to a stop, Stark did the same, emptying out of my cunt.

Spent, we all collapsed on the wolf’s fur blankets adorning the large feather bed. A tangle of limbs, lying in between them.

A long, passionately sloppy kiss shared between the three of us. I smiled, satisfied, “Thank the gods I didn’t have to choose…”

[nobigsecrets]

In honor of Buck and Tommy's anniversary here's a (rather random and incomplete) list of fic I read and loved and bookmarked throughout the past year. Happy reading! 🩷💜💙

the air it hurts by Anonymous Rating: G, Words: 7,569 After Tommy gets hurt in a near-fatal accident, he learns that there are some things he doesn't have to be afraid of. And that he no longer has to feel jealous of the family he left before it became one.

Relax and Breathe by @nine-one-wanton Rating: M, Words: 2,213 Tommy teaches Buck some introductory yoga. And Buck can’t stop wondering.. “Are we still talking about yoga?”

i want it all by @firehose118 Rating: M, Words: 964 Tommy kisses Buck and Buck understands why he gets so horny at the gym.

smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze. by milominderbinder Rating: T, Words: 4,059 Buck meets Tommy Kinard while rescuing him from a car accident. Buck's got no problem with being flirted with on the job, really, it's just — well, it's not usually older men with biceps bigger than his head who are doing the flirting. And he didn't really expect how much he'd like it.

Second Wind by Persiflager Rating: E, Words: 2,210 “I want to blow you,” says Evan, kneeling in between Tommy’s legs. “Knock yourself out,” says Tommy, because he’s generous like that.

i'll make a wish on a star (and i'll wish i was home once again) by @26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat Rating: M, Words: 9,735 tommy and evan have big feelings after jee-yun picks the 1983 best of ernie cassette tape as her bathtime soundtrack when they're babysitting. they figure it out. pinkie promise. or: the best thing the buckley parents ever did was bring maddie's old boombox and tapes with them while visiting california.

they begin by @screamlet Rating: M, Words: 12,784 Buck, lost in the bisexual sauce, seeks counsel from his elders: his boyfriend, his co-worker, and her wife. AKA: Buck, Tommy, Hen, and Karen go on a big gay double date.

Hotshots' Number Two Fans by @herrmannhalsteadproduction Rating: T, Words: 7,748 Tommy gets sucked into the Hotshots fandom. (It's Karen and Maddie's fault.)

makes me want to pull you closer by @screamlet Rating: M, Words: 2,674 Buck finally takes Tommy up on his offer to fly somewhere sometimes. The trip is shorter than they expected.

Closet Conversations by @eyesonstars-feetonground Rating: M, Words: 10,559 After his boyfriend dumps him, Evan Buckley goes on a date, makes a new friend, has some conversations, and realizes he's queer. Tommy haunts him every step of the way.

We shall by morning / Inherit the earth. by Anonymous Rating: T, Words: 4,621 Karen offers Buck a political perspective, looking for a political victory, in the face of everything.

Misperception by @emphasisonthehomo Rating: M, Words: 7,289 There’s a new kid at Harbor. He’s the youngest rookie they’ve ever gotten, one of those guys that went for the academy right out of high school. He’s also gay. Flamboyantly gay. Tommy’s jealous. OR It doesn’t occur to Tommy that he should come out.

Truth or Dare by writerdot Rating: E, Words: 1,114 Buck and Tommy and a kind of new beginning.

These are the days of miracle and wonder by @geddyqueer Rating: M, Words: 4,080 Tommy goes grocery shopping, runs into his ex's sister, gets stuck in the middle of a shelter-in-place order, and delivers a baby. Things only get more awkward from there.

"I'm different, too" by federaldust Rating: E, Words: 5,406 Buck takes Tommy back to his place after Chimney and Maddie's wedding. any part of this series can be read as a standalone.

Won't You Come By and See Me (I'm a Love Letter Away) by @dharmaavocado Rating: T, Words: 42,149 In which Buck's world gets bigger and he tries to be better.

A tunnel to crawl through by @geddyqueer Rating: E, Words: 25,538 Tommy makes a decision. Buck meets him halfway. (TW Suicidal Thoughts, Self Harm)

from the shallows to the deepest end by @gaytommykinard Rating: M, Words: 10,557 Evan Buckley (an ally) signs up on Grindr looking for a fake boyfriend to take as his plus-one to his parents' wedding anniversary. Tommy Kinard (guy who should know better) agrees to be his date.

>>> Part 2

[padmesweetheart]

Ring Camera Chronicles: The Final Strike

Pairing: Hayden Christensen x Young Wife!Reader

Genre: Humor, Fluff, Sweet Revenge

Word Count: ~2,800

5/5 of the Hayden vs Ring Camera series

For weeks, you’d been riding the high of being the undefeated Ring champion.

Hayden couldn’t walk past the porch without you shooting him finger guns and calling him “Captain Slip,” or “The Broom Avenger.” You’d even changed his contact photo to a freeze-frame of his airborne ramp launch. It was a whole thing.

He grumbled about it constantly, but deep down? He loved it. (He also loved watching the videos himself when he thought you weren’t looking. You caught him once, sipping tea and laughing softly like a grandma watching America’s Funniest Home Videos.)

But fate, as it often does, had other plans.

It was your turn

It was a sleepy Sunday morning.

Rain had fallen the night before, leaving the porch a little slick. You had no idea.

You’d just rolled out of bed, wearing nothing but a long T-shirt, fluffy socks, and that specific kind of post-sleep confidence that makes you think you’re invincible. You had your coffee in one hand and a package in the other that had just been dropped off.

Unfortunately, so did the Ring camera.

You stepped onto the porch with a little hum, all cute and cozy—and then your socked foot hit the top step and the world betrayed you.

One second, upright.

Next second, horizontal.

Coffee launched. Box airborne. Your legs bicycled in midair like a cartoon before you landed on your butt with a loud OOF, right on the wet step.

The best part?

You popped back up immediately, holding the box over your head like it was the Olympic torch. “I’M FINE!” you yelled to absolutely no one.

Which, unfortunately, only made it funnier.

You didn’t think much of it at the time. Until that evening, when you walked into the living room and found Hayden on the couch with a suspicious twinkle in his eye.

And his phone held up like a man ready to ruin you.

“Hey, baby,” he said sweetly. “Remember how you said the porch has claimed me multiple times?”

“…Yeah?”

He tapped his screen. “Funny. Because I just got this beautiful alert from the Ring camera. Shall we take a look?”

Your stomach dropped.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, I must. For the sake of balance in this relationship.”

And then… he pressed play.

There you were, on the screen, all sleepy and smug—

And then… chaos.

You went down like a sack of potatoes. Socks in the air. Coffee raining from the heavens. That poor Amazon box spiraling like a football.

Hayden was howling.

“OH MY GOD—look at your arms! You were trying to fight gravity!”

“I was trying to protect the coffee!” you yelled defensively, covering your face.

He wheezed, nearly in tears. “You yelled ‘I’m fine’ like you were in a Marvel movie!”

“Shut UP!”

You lunged for his phone, but he jumped off the couch and bolted down the hallway like a man reborn.

The next day, he had your Ring camera fail paused on the TV like it was art. When you asked him to turn it off, he just said, “Can’t. I’m emotionally attached now.”

You walked away.

He whispered behind you, “I’M FINE!”

Later that week, a mysterious package arrived.

Inside?

Matching T-shirts.

His said: “I survived the porch (barely).”

Yours said: “I’m fine.” With a little cartoon version of you flying through the air, coffee included.

You glared at him as he held it up like Simba in The Lion King.

“This is so petty.”

He grinned. “No. This is justice.”

You folded your arms. “You wait. One day I’m catching you on camera again. I’m playing the long game.”

He kissed your cheek. “Game on, baby.”

THE END

Final Score:

You – 3

Hayden – 3

The Porch – undefeated

Ring Camera Status:

Still watching.

Still snitching.

Still the most entertaining thing you ever installed

@skyguytoast @dessxoxsworld @endairachristensen26 @bxbyysstuff @inlovewithallmusic

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Yandere Alphabet: Ren Hana

I just love that dude, mkay! He has me heart and soul! This is specifically BtD2 Ren, so yeah. Favourite route of that game! This got quite long, it´s around 6k because I thought I would try something else for this, and I´m actually quite happy how it turned out! Hilariously enough I started to write this, around January 2023 and just finished it (April 2024).

I´ll hope you will like it too, because it was already one of my favourite things to reread every once in a while! Have fun!

Ren Hana

He is insane. He hates you. He loves you. He lives only for you. He would kill you in a heartbeat. Full of contradictions he tends to be a rather mercurial character. You are the first one to know that. Did you maybe, just like me, hunt down every last line of dialogue, every last image in his route. He hides away from sight, and only catches you when he is sure, that he will be able to.

„Let´s be perfectly clear, shall we. The fox is not a little orange puppy dog with doe eyes and a waggly tail. It´s a disease-ridden wolf with the morals of a psychopath and the teeth of a great white shark.“ ~ Jeremy Clarkson

For he was truly raised, tortured and formed by a psychopath. By a sadist without any morals. And on you, this little fox will discover his sharp claws and great teeth once more.

„Beware the fox that makes the ravens fly“

Run little one, run. For you will be his prey.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

When Ren gets it into his head to shower you with affection, it can get quite uncomfortable rather quickly, as he tends to ignore any personal boundaries you ever tried to communicate. He is intense in the way his eyes track you, and in those moments you wonder how you could ever miss the way. that he is a clear predator. And in the next moment he pounces on you with a sweet giggle to simply share his warmth with you. Sometimes when you´re eating, his body is pressed close to yours, with no way left for you, so that you could escape from him. He will hold food up to your mouth, expecting you to take it. His eyes just daring you to refuse him, and with the way his other hand plays with something in his pocket, the threat is clear. Other days he will hand you something, and only give you a small moment to appreciate his gift, before he will pounce on you, nearly bowling you ever, and only his hands behind your head saving you from a concussion, as he demands his reward. Cuddling you on the floor, as he lowly purrs into your ear, his tail wrapping around your waist.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

On some days you will come to the painful realization, that Ren is more animal, than human. Those are definitely the days, he comes back home with blood still splattered all over his face, and the sound of something being dragged in behind him. It´s those days, when he calls for you to come with a playful uncanny trill in his voice, that makes listening to it so unpleasant. It´s those days, when he rips the still bleeding, still warm corpse apart in front of you. Sometimes off-handedly offering you a piece of flesh he just tore out of what had been a living breathing person moments before. On other days you will realize, that while he is clearly brutal, he holds you dear. At least, it´s what you need to believe, when he violently goes for the throat of that guy who tried to touch you when you refused, and then thought you would be more agreeable when he shakes you around. It´s what you whisper in the sudden quiet in your mind, when Ren comes to you. Blood dripping of his fangs and claws, and tenderly holds onto your bruised wrist. He is cooing at you, and the rapidly cooling body behind him, stares at you with unseeing eyes. You try to desperately believe what you tell yourself, as Ren carefully leads you away, humming slightly to calm you back down. It´s what you need to do, because you thought you saw accusations swimming in those dead eyes.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Ren does crave your love and your companionship more than anything else. So, in order to achieve that, he will try to be kind to you, after all that could help him earn what he wants. Right? He will be kind and accommodating, and his reward will be you. Though, when he realizes, that you still reject him, he won´t hesitate to be cruel to you in return. If you´re throwing everything, that he gave you simply away, well then he doesn´t need to give it to you in the first place. In the end your companionship can simply be achieved through obedience as well, no? When it comes down to it, he will mirror you. Throw back at you what you show him first. If you are kind, he will be as well. If you are cruel, he will be cruel. An almost perfect mirror, that will throw your own attitude back at you, but so much more dangerous than you could ever be.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Ren will force his need of skinship onto you, if you want to or not. The one time, that you struggled as if trying to free yourself, you stopped out of self-preservation when his grip grew tighter and tighter, making it hard to breathe for you. Sometimes he will come to you, to simply hold your face, gently tracing it´s shape, his claws nothing but a whisper on your skin. These are the things you could tolerate. The ones you can´t are when he shushes you, more growl than calming purr, when he pulls you down the stairs towards the basement. The smell of blood, already coming over you, and you already know what will await you. You don´t kick or scream, only sob quietly, hoping that you will not make him angry. His next shush comes with him, wiping away your tears. But you shiver in fright and disgust, when you see how he licks his hand clean afterwards. Chasing the taste of your tears on his fingers. Though, this is still the lesser evil, than the dead man walking, that will await you down there.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

It would annoy you how much he talks with you, if he wasn´t the only one breaking the silence. And as long as he is chatty, he isn´t brooding either. He will talk about the most inconsequential things, throwing in stuff every once in a while that is so heartfelt, that it becomes jarring to you. You would hate how open he is with you, as if you aren´t a prisoner of his. You would maybe even react, if you didn´t knew, that he is still trying to gauge how much he can trust you with. And every time, he decides to trust you, you have to believe that this is a good thing. For your own sanity. Though you hate one specific time with a burning passion. It´s when he pulls you towards the couch, and pushes you into the pillows he already laid out. When he then stands up, to push a self-titeled disk, the ink already worn away in places, into the player. When he comes back to cuddle you, as you watch with horror living in your ribcage, how a man you never saw, but instinctively put at fault for your situation, ripping into another being with glee. When he whispers softly, about those day, when the body in the cooler, was still a man, and of all the things he did, as Ren watches you. When you wish he would just shut it all of, and he would be the only thing again, that is breaking the silence.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

The moment you try to use force against him, is also the moment you already lost. There is nothing left of the boy you knew, as the gentle cooing that haunts you in your nightmares, turns into a vicious growl, that is more fitting to belong there. You hit the ground hard, and your vision swims for a moment, till the growling suddenly become muffled. It takes a moment to pull yourself back to consciousness, and for you notice the claws sinking deeper into your shoulders, and the sharp pain, that comes from your neck, which gets so much worse, when Ren pulls back again. Blood dripping from his mouth onto your face, he gnashes his teeth at you. You don´t even scream, still numb from it all, when he pulls you down those dreaded stairs, to a place you never wish to set foot in, and yet visit time and time again. You know he will show how „kind“ he has been the whole time. He will hurt you like in those movies. But the only thing going through your mind, is the image of the pleasure he seemed to feel, when he licked your blood from his lips. Then you remember the heartless corpse downstairs. You scream.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Ren bristles when you ask him that. He can feel how his tail bushes up, and curls around you without him consciously willing it to happen. His teeth gnash together, as he squints at you. He only stops the growl that already started up somewhere deep in his chest, when he sees you flinch away from him. He huffs instead at you, and lets himself fall relaxed back onto you. He waits patiently for you to go back to carding your fingers through his hair as you had done, before asking this, quite frankly, offensive and stupid question, before he starts purring again. He doesn´t know who he is trying to calm down at this point. He wonders, if he has forgotten to show you how much he loves and adores you. His sweet, precious thing, that stays with him, that listens to him. You, who keeps that damn ghost, that still haunts him every day away. He wonders if he should tell you, that he wants you to stay with him for forever and ever and ever. Though, that might frighten you. So he simply nuzzles you, as he purrs softly, ignoring how you flinch away from him with practice.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

You were careful. And o how careful you had to be, to not accidentally set him off. But you wanted him so badly to realize, that this was not how a relationship worked. He had mentioned time and time again, and yet you couldn´t quite believe it. And when you asked – gentle, careful, don´t anger him – he had looked at you funny, before grinning. A sly smirk, that reminded you rather suddenly, that you weren´t talking to a human. As if the ears and tails hadn´t clued you in. Though, this didn´t feel like the grin of a fox, more like a hungry wolf, as he contemplated out loud, that he was behaving rather strangely, at least to his kinds standards. After all, he was being patient and accommodating to your own behaviour till now, though, he could change if you wanted to. You shook your head, and instead thanked him. You knew he hadn´t lied.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He whispers his vision to you in the death of the night. His quiet voice, soothing were it only makes you so afraid. He paints a picture, that makes him sink deeper into the cushions, makes him feel safe and content, while you can do nothing but watch in horror. If you were just a bit more like him, you would be sure, that your hair would be standing upright with the terror chasing down your spine. Though, what he describes isn´t so far off, what he already has with you. Have you grown this complacent, to simply give in to his every wish? He wants to lay down with you, in the sun spots inside the house, side by side, curled around each other. And your hand just burrows deeper in his hair, careful to only scratch and not pull. His vision, is already your reality.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He knows that there is nothing for him to get jealous over. Where would you go? Who would you be able to turn to? If you ran, would you ever be able to run far enough? Or would he catch up to you before you knew it? He knows the answer to these questions. And they will never worry him, as much as you seem to worry about them. He knew he won. It´s once more proven to him, when he finds you kneeling by the door. Tears running down your face, spit slowly dabbling from your chin. Now and then a small jerk going through your body. Your eyes look vacant, as he walks past and opens the door for you. His victory only becomes more certain, when you turn away from the light, the breeze, with an anguished cry. What does he need to be jealous of?

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

His behaviour tends to closely mirror your own. He doesn´t seem to be aware of it most of time. At other points, it seems more than intentional. He repeats phrases, that you have said. His speech patterns begin to more closely resemble your own, the more time you spent with each other. Or do yours resemble his? It seems, that the two of you bleed more and more into the other, as time passed. Over time though, while you grew more and more subdued. He became louder. Where you grew into something, that cowers away. He became something, that would be impossible to miss. He mirrors you, but he plays into every extreme there is. Your melancholy becomes something loud and heart wrenching. Your happiness wraps into demented glee and shrieks of joy. Your gentle affection on his face turns into a punishing grip. Ren clings to you. He knows, that he is adapting to your personality, though where this might frighten you, it only brings him joy. He always knew, that you were the perfect fit for him. His perfect other half, and now he only got to prove it. He won´t let you go. Oh no. He never will. And why should he? With all the work he put in, to be your counterpart? He will cling to you till the end of time.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

You were bored, when he approached you. His soft voice nearly scared you half to death, when he started to talk to you. You hadn´t even heard him coming close. There was a sharp wit lacing his every word, as he waved your anxiousness away with a quiet humour twisting around his mouth. You and him talked nearly for the whole night. You were no longer bored. Drink after drink gets shared between the two of you, as dawn slowly comes around. You don´t even notice, when they start to taste funny. Maybe you simply drank too much? Your sudden tiredness is blamed on the late hour, and even when it feels like you can´t keep your eyes open any more and his smile is so full of sharp teeth. Maybe your fear was reasonable. Maybe you should have listened to that first instinctual response of absolute terror, when you noticed at first. These thoughts run slowly and languid through your mind, as he hoists you up over his shoulder, and simply walks out. No one stops him.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

There is a quiet confidence, you observe, that seems to find him in the strangest moments. His mood is quick to change. Laughter can turn into angry screams, faster than you can keep up with it most of the time. It´s no secret to you, that Ren is unstable. It´s also pretty obvious to you, that he is aware of that fact as well. Whenever he actually decides to take you outside, Good behaviour need to be rewarded dear, he has to concentrate. He can´t be too domineering over you, and so he falls back into patterns, that make him seem shy and unassuming. He knows, where those habits formed, and while he wouldn´t thank Strade for them, he still finds them useful for this. He knew what a charmer Strade was, just as he is now as well. A good trait to have, if one is like him. So he puts on the mask, that helps him to navigate the outside easily. Voice timid and shy. Never taking up more space, than he needs to. He basically vanishes into the background. It´s easy for him to watch every little move that you make. After all, you also tend to forget that he is here, whenever he gets like this.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

You don´t even know why he suddenly slams into you. Tearing you down to the ground with him. He is hovering above you, lips pulled back into a cruel snarl. Teeth gnashing and spit slowly dripping from the corners of his mouth. Right now he resembles more than ever, the violent and feral animal, that he always pretends not to be. There is the clinking of chains, as your breath only comes shortly. His teeth violently snap shut just inches from your face. When he speaks, a melodious hum, you can barely understand him, but the little you do frightens you. It freezes the blood in your veins, as you try to shake your head at him. Tears are already rolling down your face. He pats your face, then your head. His grip on the chain wrapped like a collar around your throat not loosening. He chuckles out But what a pretty star you would make. It would surely be my new favourite film. You can only cry harder, as you think of the man in cellar. You try to plead and beg with him, as he yanks you down the stairs. Your limbs kicking out in every direction, as you pull at the chain and try to stop him. The wooden steps bruise your back, and his laugh rings in your ears. When you swipe at him accidentally instead of the chain, his laughter stops. He doesn´t pay your terrified shrieking any mind, as he fished a little button from his pants pocket and presses down. You don´t really move, when he pulls at the leash again. Drool and spit slowly dribbling from your mouth, as fine tremors run through your body. You don´t even know what brought this on.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You wake up with a groan. You definitely drank too much last night. Your head pounds, and every little movement you make makes you wince. When you finally open your eyes, you don´t recognize the room. Carefully lifting the blanket you realize that you are only half-dressed. You can´t even remember how you got here. It takes you stumbling around the room, ripping open the curtains and seeing your reflection in the barred up windows to realize that there is something on your neck. It´s bulky and heavy, and no matter how much you fiddle with it, you can´t get it off. When the door suddenly opens, you nearly scream. The boy, red hair and kind of small, seems vaguely familiar to you, lets out a surprised yelp. His smile seems kind, but when he notices you still fiddling with the collar, his expression grows dark. It´s a low Stop that! that gives you a momentarily pause, before you ignore it. The next thing you know is pain. The boy holding a remote, as he comes to a stop standing over you. He crouches down next to you, a small smile playing around his lips, as he watches you drool and shake. There is a worried crease between his eyebrow, that you can´t help but feel like it´s fake. He pats your head, with a smile, as he licks his too sharp teeth. O this is gonna be fun. I love you so much my dear!

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

You looked at his hand, as if he would bite it off, when you took it. Come here, he crooned, curling his fingers in slowly. His patience was slowly running thin. You couldn´t see it from your position, but he had started to fiddle with the remote of your shock collar. He was contemplating to just shock you into complying with his simple request, but something about the way you looked at him – shaking, scared – stopped him. His patience was rewarded when you finally reached out for him, curling your fingers around his as he helped you up from the floor. He nuzzled close into your neck, and patted your hair. Good job, darling! So good for me~, he couldn´t help a little moan slipping out with the words. He led the way to the basement door, and opened it. Walking down the steps first, he sighed as he heard how your footsteps had stopped. With just one glance over his shoulder, he knew that this time you wouldn´t come that easy. It wasn´t fear and hesitance – both very under stable to him – that stopped you this time, but stubbornness. Without even hesitating, he pressed the button on his remote. Keeping it pushed down, only giving you short breaks to let you catch your breath, he grapped you by your shirt to drag your convulsing body down the stairs with him. Dropping you down at the pole, he leaned in close If I want something, you do it!, with that he tapped you on the nose, before standing up again.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

You better hope and pray, that something else will kill you before he gets his hands on you. He stares down at the broken collar, then at his open front door. The laughter, that escapes him at this moment is strained. With a deep breath, he already knows where you went, and moves to follow you. The hunt is on. It was hard to get him to this point in your conversation, but maybe you actually got through to him. He looks at you with wet and wide eyes, before he suddenly sobs. Collapsing into your open arms, he burrows close to you. You try not to flinch, as his hands suddenly snake around your throat, but the click you hear, stuns you. We will meet each other again, right? Do this the right way again?, he asks as he gently puts the collar to the side. You can´t help yourself but to whisper a Of course! against his twitching ears. Blood covers his hands, his chest. He can feel how it already started to dry on his face, flaking off. This wasn´t supposed to happen. He didn´t intend to do this! Carefully, he pushed his hands beneath your body, to lift you up. He stumbles down the steps to the basement. It´s a bit of a fumble to get the lid open, but he finally manages it, as he lays you next to Strade. Huh. That looks almost cute. Flexing his claws, he tears open your chest cavity, and rips out your heart. As he bites into it, he gently closes your eyes, only to slide down to the floor and lean his back against the freezer. He starts to talk to you both. When he is finished, he will close the lid, and maybe watch a movie. Doesn´t he have something with you in it?

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

It´s with a spring in his step, that he carries you out of the bar. He waves off the concerns of the other patrons, whispering instead in approachable manner Drank a bit too much, you know how it can be. The rancorous laughter than follows tells him, he hit the right tone. He has to adjust you once or twice, hefting you higher up on his shoulder. The same lie becomes easier for him to tell over time. Such a good boy, one older lady comments, and he can´t help but giggle to himself. His hands only start to shake with adrenaline, after he deposited you on the bed, he had prepared for a guest. He fumbles with the collar, that he became very familiar with under Strade, before he gently clicks it around your neck. Carefully he adjusts, so that it won´t be uncomfortable for you to wear. It is with a smile, that he removes your shoes and jacket. He wonders if he should remove your jeans as well, before deciding that they must be terrible to sleep in. He hums lightly as he unbuttons them. His hands hovering over your body. Still asleep, the drugs he had put in your drink, still doing their job. He smiles, as he pulls the blanket over you. Shuts the curtain of the barred up window, and with a smile as he looks back at you, closes the door. It would have been nice, if you would have come to him, but this is perfect as well. He is giddy, as he runs down to the basement, to tell Strade about what happened today.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He suppressed the instinctual snarl, the gnashing of his teeth, as another stranger bumped into him. Instead, he forced his lips into a kind smile. Holding tightly onto the mask, that let him seem like any other person in this bar. His skin was itching for blood and it had become such an overwhelming need to him, that he couldn´t tell any more if it was his instinct or his experience urging him to get blood to flow. He let his eyes sweep over the bar, when something suddenly drew all his attention. Your were just sitting there, looking at your drink as if it held all the answers to this world. Flinching away from every stranger, that would press themselves to close past you. A look of disgust openly on your face, when some would come to touch you in the process. It was almost cute to watch. Ren could feel his tail slowly swaying behind him, this could be a chance for him to pretend to be normal. After all, it looked like you wouldn´t even be able to tell the difference anyway. Something in him was still screaming for blood. It felt like a physical ache in his fangs and claws, and his ears twitched to take in every little sound you made, as he slowly stalked towards you. But there was something else as well. A ghost of someone – long dead, his heart gone – urging him forward with a gentle smile to reel you in. It wanted to see you cry. He shivered in delight as he imagined for a moment, what you would look like on your knees, face bloody and bruised, tears still streaking down your face, and mixing with your spit, as it dribbled down you chin and onto his old collar and your eyes wide as you looked only at him. He knew this would be fun, when he saw you flinch, when he greeted you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

His ears perked further up, when he heard a faint sobbing coming from your room. For a moment he wondered, if he should lock the knife away, before shutting the stove off, and simply leaving it on the cutting board. Wiping his hands on a towel, he made his way to you. Gently knocking on the door frame, he announced his presence to you, as he had already made his way halfway into the room. He ignored your muffled Go away!, and sat down next to you on the bed. There, there he hushed you, as his claws gently carded through your hair. He busied himself with pulling some of the knots out, and pulling the matted parts gently apart, completely ignoring your wince or how you tried to pull away from him. When he deemed you decently groomed – as he would sometimes term it with a laugh on his face – he dropped down onto your bed next to you. Pulling you to lay on his chest, he hugged you close. He was still petting you, as he slowly dozed off. Dinner could wait for a bit longer.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

There is doubt in his heart, whenever he sees you cry. He is sure that you are his, in every shape and form that matters, but to see you cry breaks his heart every time. Maybe it would be better, when the two of you would part ways. Maybe it would be better of he could simply watch you from far away, instead if staying constantly by your side. Or maybe he should just make sure, that you stay forever with him. Heart by heart. No matter how bloody it would be. You recognize easily, that while Ren tends to be a bit overbearing, he never seems to touch you longer than he needs to. You caught him countless times staring at your mouth, only to laugh and blush when he realizes that you noticed it. His hands only ever seem to land on skin that is covered by clothing, or at least his touch never seems to demand more. It´s strange you think, idly watching how he is staring at you again slowly licking his lips, how he never acts on his desires. Almost as if he doubts himself.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

It´s when he gently kisses your forehead, as he tucks you in for the night, that you finally realize something. For all his bluster, for all the pain he causes you, he also always turns rather quickly back into a facsimile of kindness. He amps it up for you, when ever it seems that you´re playing into his delusions. You might loose yourself in them, but you have nothing else to loose any more. So you try it. And suddenly it seems that this vicious fox is at your every beg and call. You don´t ask about the basement or the screams and he never threatens to take you down there any more. You compliment his cooking and suddenly food seems something you never seem to lack. You never step into hall for the door outside, and he wants to take you on a thousand walks. You even stop fiddling with your collar and with time forget that it´s still active. He will give you everything that he can. You shall lack nothing, not even your freedom. He is of service to you. Especially now, that he can have this soft life with you, that he had always dreamt of.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Sometimes Ren watches you with such a cold calculating look in his eyes, that you can´t help but shiver. You know, that in those moments he is debating with himself. His grin sharpening, while he flexes his claws. As if he can´t quite decide if he should rip your throat out with his fangs or his claws. As if it would matter in the end. Your blood would be on his hands either way. In the end, he will relax again. He knows, just as well as you do, that there will come another opportunity for him to let go of his pent up aggression. Another misstep of you, which allows him to have a go at you, without feeling all guilty about it afterwards. You overstepping the bounds, he always lays so carefully out for you. And if you fight back, he might even get a taste of that precious blood of yours.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He loves, loves, loves you! From the moment, he first saw you, when you so trustingly, so full of blind faith, drunk the glass he gave to you, he knew it. He knew you would be perfect for him. He wants you to be there, by his side, for the rest of your lives, and he swears to himself, that he will do whatever it takes to make sure, that he can ensure, that your paths will not lead apart. He wants you to be there so badly, that he reassures himself, that the end will surely justify the means. Though, he will still very much react to the way you treat him. He will pull get you the moon if you so much as wish for it, but he also wants to make you aware, that all of this doesn´t come for free. He wants his love to be reciprocated by you, and he makes it abundantly clear to you as well. Otherwise, he won´t mind training you like a wild animal to simply love him. Hey, if it works, it works, right?

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He had already talked with you for so long, and know he was nearly shaking with excitement. The bar was quiet, nearly deserted as was the usual for The Jackalope, and he knew nobody would watch him too closely here. He waited with bathed breath for you to finally arrive, as he had finally managed to weasel the promise of a real meeting from you. The bottle of Rohypnol in his back pocket, that he tucked away, when leaving already told him how this night would go. Tonight, he would make sure, that he wouldn´t be alone any more, that the ghost would hopefully stop hounding his every step, as another person would fill this empty house once more. He just has to be patient, just has to be careful. Buy a drink, crush one or two, and then bring it back, with an innocent smile. He could do this. His eyes snapped upwards, as an angel walked in, and a sly smirk, quickly a gentle smile curved his lips, as he stood up and waved towards you. He would do this.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Ren will, if all else fails, scare you into compliance. He will hold out for as long as he can for a relationship for the two of you, like the ones in his stories. But if it all falls through, he will be satisfied with Stockholm syndrome setting in one day. And while he stills hope for that, showing kindness to you whenever he can without undermining himself, he shudders at the other options. Sometimes, not that he would ever tell you of it, he thinks about how he could break you apart. Though, he will think of what might follow in the end. He realizes rather quickly, that he would never want to see you break. He saw it too often. How only a shell it left, a hollow puppet that doesn´t respond any more. When he looks at you, he can never imagine being satisfied like that, and so he nourishes his hope, and makes kindness is weapon. He will get what he want, without breaking you. He just has to be a bit more patient.

[witchywomanrunningupthathill]

The Keep

Summary: A bout of banter with a certain knight leads to the promise of something more.

Pairing: Gwayne Hightower x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: idk incest?

You soared over the palatial Great Sept on the back of Silverwing. Above the markets, the inns, the taverns and brothels, and the many smallfolk who now stood in the shadow of the dragon. The wind raced through your hair and made your squinted eyes water. You gripped the handles on your saddle, veering in the direction of the Red Keep across the way, but eager to indulge your dragon.

“Sovēs!” you commanded as Silverwing flew higher into the clouds, twisting and flipping through the air. 

Alas, you arrived at the castle.

“Gēltīkun…” the dragon tamer said, stepping slowly in front of the dragon. “Lykirī!” Silverwing let out a screech, not wanting her rider to leave her. “Dohaerās!”

The she-dragon mellowed out after the series of commands, lowering her head. You ran your hand affectionately along the great beast a final time before she followed the tamer back to the dragon pit. Soon you’d be flying to Rook’s Rest. But that was in two days’ time.

You’d decided to stay around the grounds of the castle entrance, watching servants and squires mill around.  

“Enjoyed your time in the sky, princess?” Gwayne said, tending to his horse.

You walked up to the man, removing your gloves as you did so. “It’s not too late. My saddle seats two, uncle,” you replied, smiling.

“I’m afraid my responsibilities are more of the terrestrial sort.” He left his horse to his squire. “You smell of dragon.”

You smirked, enjoying the banter as his eyes raked over you. You’d had a new set of dragonriding leathers made. The pants clung to your thighs and backside flatteringly. Gwayne had lost count of how many times he’d thought of those thighs wrapped around his legs as you rode him. You took a daring step closer to him, looking him in the eyes. “I thought you might like that.”

He cocked an eyebrow, a quizzical but amused expression playing on his face.

You hummed affirmatively. “Oh, come on. Having me in the highest tower of the Red Keep, fresh from dragonriding and you just having finished sword fighting with Aemond? Don’t tell me you haven’t imagined it before. On those long journeys, late at night all alone in your tent.”

“Don’t be daft, I have no time for such things when leading my men.” He licked his lips.

“Do you want to find out, Ser?”

“What do you take me for, some common animal?”

You chuckled, nodding in understanding. “Alright, uncle, I shall away to bathe then.” You caught a glimpse of the bulge in his breeches, now becoming hard to hide. You bit your lip as your eyes flitted back up to his. You moved close, whispering in his ear, “shall we say an hour’s time? You know where to meet me.”

Part 2

[dearly-somber]

Oh No! | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. fluff, f2l, first-kiss, university!au, werewolf/shifter!au

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1376

-> warnings. a tad suggestive at the end!

-> a/n. Sharp Teeth is nearing its end, my loves 😪 One last installment before the end of the main series 🥹🫶🏻

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Sept. 14th, 2024 @ 16:54

-> fin. Sat., Aug. 3rd, 2024 @ 00:31

-> edited. Sun., Aug. 4th, 2024 @ 22:07

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn, @saradika-graphics

Oh no! your brain says. I’m kissing my best friend! Whatever shall I do?

Run away, it seems.

Your first thought was woah, and before you could think I want to do that again, you were already running upstairs, the distant sound of your name being called only partially breaking through the panicky mist clouding your senses.

You just kissed Jungkook for the first time and it was for a fucking dare. What? How the fuck even did you let that happen?

It’s like one second you were laughing as the pack was being dared to do funky shit like moon the person next to them or call a random number so they could imitate the sound of an elk, and the next you were sitting like a frightened deer as Yoongi, that bastard (affectionate), dared you to kiss the person to your left.

Jungkook.

Jungkook, who was sitting to your left, his eyes wide and round and pretty and—god, why was he licking his lips?

“Uh,” he said, turning to you with cheeks bright-red from drinking too much, although you wondered if maybe it was because of something else. “Y-you—you don’t have to if you don’t wanna,” he whispered, his tongue dragging slowly over his lower lip as if he was trying to seduce you.

You cleared your throat, your whole body on fire with nerves as you shook your head and leaned toward him. “No,” you said decidedly. “No, let’s do it.”

“Wait, really?” Jimin asked, his eyes flitting between you and Jungkook at a rapid pace.

“Y-yeah,” you shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant despite feeling everything but. “As long as Jungkook is okay with it.”

Jungkook’s Adam’s Apple bobs and you try really hard to stare only a normal amount.

“Okay,” he squeaked.

He watched you with sparkling eyes as you leant forward, entering his space in ways you never thought you’d want to, but now craved like you craved a hot chocolate on a cold day—fervently, obsessively, like you’d be better off having it than not.

You kissed him.

It was wonderful and great and you almost lost yourself in it, but the smallest gasp from the person to your right (you can’t even remember their face) broke your spell…

“Fuck,” you whisper, pulling at your hair. “Fuck!”

You can’t believe that your first kiss with Jungkook happened during a game of dare in front of all your friends and his family.

Fuck.

“Y/N?”

You swivel around with wide eyes. Jungkook steps cautiously into the room as you wrap your arms around yourself, feeling unnaturally nervous when he closes the door gently behind him.

“Can we talk?” he asks, voice low and uncertain. You bite your lip but nod your consent, frozen in place even as Jungkook comes to stand in front of you. “I—“

“I’m so sorry,” you blurt before he can finish his thought, your hands flying out as you nervously wave them around. “Christ, Kook. I don’t know what I was thinking—”

“Bunny—“

“I’m so sorry.” Your feet unfreeze as you walk circles around him, ending with your back to the door. “I was just feeling tipsy and overly adventurous and- and—”

“Y/N.”

Jungkook grabs your hands, a soft, boyishly nervous smile on his face. “It’s okay,” he says softly.

Despite your relief, your stomach still drops to your feet. “It is?” you whisper.

He nods with a gentle hum, his eyes darting down to your lips and back up again. “I… really, really like you,” he exhales, his entire body seeming to deflate with the confession.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time now, and I know this may not be the best way to say it, but…” He takes a deep breath to hide his nerves, but the hopeful smile never leaves his face. “I think… maybe…?” He trails off slowly, maintaining eye contact as he waits for you to either confirm or deny what you know is him nonverbally saying that he’s noticed your emotional shift.

And god, does that scare you.

“Jungkook…”

“What?” he whispers. “What is it?” His face falls so suddenly that you wonder if it’s possible to feel phantom pain from an expression alone. “Do you… do you not like me back?”

“No, Jungkook, I…”

He defeatedly lowers his head, slowly letting go of your hands as he takes a shaky step back, exhaling hard. “But I thought…”

“Jungkook—“

He shakes his head, looking up like he’s trying not to cry. “It’s fine. That’s fine. We can just… we can just forget this happened—“

“No!” you yell suddenly, the nerves and alcohol in your system finally bubbling over even though Jungkook’s wide-eyed and confused deer-in-headlights look makes your knees feel weak. “We can’t forget this happened because that will fucking kill me.”

Jungkook blinks, slow and surprised and trying desperately to hop on the roller coaster your emotions seem to be taking you on. “What—?”

“I love you,” you say, nervous and giddy and scared but so fucking relieved, “I love you and I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long now and it was so good I won’t be able to stop thinking about it until it happens again, I just—” You take a deep breath, your heartbeat pounding against the back of your throat and the bass of your skull and the tips of your fingers. “I just can’t believe our first kiss happened during a game of dare,” you whisper.

Jungkook opens his mouth, but you speak before he has the chance to: “I know it’s dumb and petty and childish and all those other things, but I just… I really wanted it to be special.”

You breathe.

You ruminate in the tummy-churning silence that makes you almost nauseous until you finally take a step toward him.

You stand toe-to-toe, your noses touching as your chests heave almost in sync. Jungkook’s hands are stiff by his sides, your hands shaking where they take him by the shoulders.

“That does not take away from the fact that I really, really like you,” you whisper.

You exhale against his mouth, standing on the tips of your toes to finally press your lips to his.

The kiss itself doesn’t do anything particularly magical—you note that his lips are cushiony-soft and taste faintly of raspberry, but that’s it. No fireworks, no sparks, no the-world-stood-still-for-a-moment feeling in the center of your chest.

You know what does feel magical?

Jungkook’s hand at the back of your neck. Jungkook’s shoulders relaxing as he leans deeper into the kiss, his nose pressing against your cheek. Jungkook pulling you against him, pressing your chests together and letting out what you know by now is an excited whine.

You smile into the kiss, letting your hands slide up and into his hair, letting your nails drag across the nape of his neck. Jungkook shivers with a shaky sigh against your lips, attacking your mouth more fervently.

You make a surprised noise in the back of your throat when Jungkook pushes you back, nearly tripping over your own feet if not for his hand sitting firm on the small of your back. You grunt when you’re pushed roughly against the bedroom door, eating up Jungkook’s noises like a woman starved.

He groans into your kiss when you teasingly pull on his hair, kissing you so hard your teeth knock together.

It feels like forever before he lets you come up for air, resting your foreheads together as you catch your breath. You slide your hands around his face, gently squeezing the lobe of his ear—he whines loud and grips your sides a little harder—before you cup his face and guide his head back enough for you to look at him.

He’s panting and open-mouthed and shaking, his eyes blown so wide you struggle to pinpoint where his pupils start and his irises begin. Loose strands of disheveled hair hang in front of his eyes, long lashes framing his perfectly round cheeks…

“You’re so beautiful,” you mutter. “I don’t tell you enough.”

Jungkook licks his lips, bringing his hand to your face so he can run his thumb over your bottom lip. “You’ll have all the time in world,” he promises, “but for now…”

“Don’t stop kissing me.”

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[midnight-bay-if]

Hey, hey!!😊

Quick ask, what would ROs do if they saw someone hitting Mc? (I feel like I'm going to see the chaos that the ROs are going to create, pure fun 😎)

Bye, bye!!

(Oh, dear... Yep, you'll unleash the beast with an ask such as this. The beast being all of the ROs because all of them are capable of being monsters if pressed, haha.)

S: S watches you from a distance, as they so often do when they are around you. It isn't on purpose. Their eyes are naturally drawn to you when their mind begins to wander. But what they wander to this time is less pleasant. They don't know who it is with you, but it is obvious the conversation isn't going well. Then, they strike you across the face. It happens in moments, but it slows down for S.

In theory, S knows you can handle yourself well enough. The hit was sloppy with little technique; they have seen you take worse. Yet the indignity of it all only makes them feel... angry.

"You do attract some odd sorts, MC," S says, stepping between you and the assailant, arms crossed with muscles flexed. "Now even rodents are vying for your attention."

The stranger steps forward momentarily, blind rage cutting through common sense before reason again takes hold. They weigh their chances against the two of you before quickly scuttling away with their head dipped low.

"I could have handled that, S."

S turns back to you with a soft smile. "I know. That was for me." S reaches out and gently caresses the area that was struck. "Let's find something cold for the swelling. Then you can tell me all about how you managed to anger the pest."

Rain: Rain's been a little distracted by their surroundings. They still have much to learn about the human world, which can be a lot to take in. So, they don't realise they have been gradually wandering further and further away from you; not until they turn around to ask you a question, and you aren't there. They are momentarily confused until they spot you a little away being confronted by someone who looks especially angry.

The man leers into your space before reaching out to slap you across the face. It shocks them. The blatant violence against you is harrowing and difficult to believe despite it staring them right in the face.

Rain sprints to close the distance, setting themselves between you and the attacker with a face of fury reserved for only the worst of creatures.

"Back off. Now."

The man scoffs, clearly not very impressed. "This has nothing to do with you. This is between me and them."

"Wrong." Rain pulls out an official-looking badge that denotes them as a government employee. "I suggest you walk away before this becomes my problem further."

The man tuts, shakes his head, then turns on his heel with a quick step.

"I had that handled, Rain."

Rain sighs. Then turns to you and shrugs. "At least he's gone now. Let's get some ice for that cheek, shall we?"

Taj: Taj has zoned out. Sometimes, they have to do it in public to stop themselves from feeling suffocated by the people around them, which gets them in trouble a lot. S can be whittling away battle plans on the fly and will quiz them once finished, only to find Taj had stopped paying attention about halfway through.

So, it isn't immediately apparent to them that you have begun to draw back. But they do not step too far away before their ears twitch, alerting them to a change in surroundings. They turn back, expecting you to already be rushing to catch up, but instead see you waylaid by a furious man shouting spittle in your face.

Taj is already rushing back in your direction when they see the closed fist contact your cheek. A burning heat engulfs the pit of their stomach, and their vision hazes red as Taj pounces onto your assailant, forcing them to their floor as their fists and claws start going wild.

"How dare you?! You filthy little--"

You have to drag them away. It isn't pretty. The man's face is bleeding from multiple lacerations, terror in his eyes as he crawls to his feet and dashes down the street.

Taj is breathing heavily, their skin burning hotter than usual. They feel tiny lumps of skin collected under their fingernails from where they dug them into the human's face. It was wild, untamed. They want to keep going.

"Taj?"

Taj inhales sharply, closing their eyes as they count to ten in their head. 0ne, two, three...

They feel your hand on their arm and open their eyes again.

"Are you... all right?" Taj finally says. "Are you hurt?" A warm hand encompasses your cheek with much more gentleness than they showed the man.

"We need to go. Now," you command, tugging on their sleeve. "Hopefully S will know how to fix this."

N: It is common for N to fill the silence with the sound of their own voice. They have a lot to say, and their voice is lovely by the way. So, when you are wandering the street, and N is gesturing wildly as they recount the tale of their day, they don't immediately notice you lagging behind. "And that is when I said, 'Nice try. Next time try using your actual legs to--" They stop, eyebrows creased and turn towards you.

The instant they do, a resounding slap fills the space. Your head turns with it, but otherwise, nobody moves. N feels the Hael in them raging. The fire that keeps them tethered unleashes inside them, boiling their blood dangerously.

But they do their best to mask it, hiding behind an insidious grin.

"And who is this delightful individual, MC?" They ask, reaching out to grab the woman's hand before she can pull back, gripping it tightly. "You always make such interesting friends."

Sensing their darkness, you place a placating hand on their shoulder. "It's okay, N. I can handle this."

The woman senses it, too. N may be smiling, but there's no amusement there. She's scared; all previous bravado has wilted to nothing. So, N lets her go.

"Scuttle away now, my dear," they say, waving their hand away as if dismissing a servant. "Before my hand slips."

The woman does as she is bid in record time, and N's smile slowly twists to a snarl. "Wretched cur."

"It's fine. I'm fine. Let's just drop it."

N inhales deeply, the hatred still burning. Then, they firmly plant a smile back on their face. "Of course, my dear. Let us go about our day together, unspoiled. You should probably get that face seen to. We can't allow your perfect features to become marked, can we?"

Strangely enough, you don't bump into the woman again on your usual morning routes. It's almost as if she has vanished entirely from Albach Bay.

Umbra: Umbra spent some time away from you today. They are getting better at it. Their instinct is still to remain close, watchful, a silent sentinel destined to guard you. But they have since learned that it can be unhealthy to have such a strong attachment to a living person—unhealthy for the recipient and harmful for the provider. It's not something they particularly understand, but they want to learn—for you.

But now they are keen to return to your side. It's been two hours, after all. That's more than enough time for something dreadful to have happened. They need to see you. To see you safe.

They round a corner, their face lighting up when their eyes catch you. The other person with you barely gets a second glance. Until that person lifts a hand to you, anyway. Then, Umbra is instilling that face into memory. Within moments, a cloud of black smoke disappears and reappears beside the assailant, a black dagger curled beneath his throat, pressing against the skin.

Black smoke pillows out of Umbra's eyes, the typical whites of their eyes pitch black. Within a breath, a dagger is pressed close to the man's throat, nicking at the skin.

"How dare you?!" The voice is raspy, much lower than Umbra's usual tone, and joined by a myriad of dissonant whispers.

You reach out, grasping Umbra's arm to stop them. "No, Umbra! Don't!"

Your voice cuts through the fog, the black in their eyes returning white as they turn to you. "But this man--"

"Does not deserve to die!"

Umbra feels your anger and disappointment in them. It cuts deeper than any dagger could. But they do not know how to differentiate between those who hurt you and those who should die for it.

Umbra drops the knife from the man's neck, stepping away to let him run. And run, he does. Umbra watches a moment longer, allowing the man to shriek and holler far into the distance.

"We should go. Now. Hopefully S can fix this."

Umbra follows, their dagger arm still itching.

(I may have gotten slightly carried away again. Why do I do this? lol)

[jooyeonsvape]

— skyline (i.m)

genre; smut, fluff

pairings; idol!changkyun, afab!reader

w/c; 2k

synopsis; after months of lusting over shownu’s sister, changkyun and Y/N get drunk and start playing truth dare.

warnings; cursing, drinking, oral (female receiving), riding, unprotected sex

a/n; i don’t write for monsta x, this is for my bestie who is the #1 changkyun stan, but if you want to see who i write for, i’ll tag my masterlists.

[ masterlists ]

the way she sits on her bed crossed legged while looking in her mirror that i envy, drives me crazy.

while changkyun writes the poem he’s been thinking of lately, his door was opened by his roommate shownu, and he shoves the journal under his pillow fast.

“sorry, just reminding you, i’m flying to europe later. i left some money so if Y/N gets hungry or anything, you can use that. please protect my sister changkyun, don’t let anyone come over we don’t know.”

shownu was leaving for 3 days to promote his solo album while you stayed at the apartment with his roommate and it was more like a break from your controlling brother.

when shownu leaves the room, changkyun pulls the book out again and sighs when he looks at the poem titled “Y/N.”

he wasn’t proud of having a crush on his best friends sister but spending everyday with you, it began to be hard not to notice your cute habits, or your personality quirks that he shared.

before your brother leaves, you put on a show, pouting then kissing his cheek, “why does it have to be like this? i’ll miss you, but take your time, love you.”

shownu stops the door from closing and looks at you with his serious eyes, “no parties, the last thing i want is publicity about changkyun and i throwing a huge party, got it?”

you roll your eyes but understand where he’s coming from so you just nod, “alright i promise, be safe, text me when you arrive.”

the boys were nice enough to offer their extra room while you study in seoul, so you decide to be a good sister and not invite anyone over.

30 minutes later, changkyun walks past your open door shirtless and you hum at the sight, “gorgeous,” you whisper to yourself and watch as he makes himself something to drink in the kitchen.

he turns around to see you now sitting at a bar stool while staring at him and he jumps, “you’re so quiet.” he laughs but avoids eye contact so he just stares down at his tea, awkwardly stirring it.

“you know my brother left me some cash, but we have enough food, shall we order some beer?” changkyun thinks for a bit, weighing the pros and cons but gave in when he sees your cute pout.

“sure, but we need to pace ourselves and be sure not to get too drunk, alright?”

that was the original plan, but the both of you are currently playing cham cham cham on his bed with 3 empty beer bottles littered around.

you won the round and throw your arms up in victory, “i win again” changkyun’s eyes were halfway closed from the alcohol and he gags at the smell before taking the shot, making you laugh.

you felt bad about his continuous failure so you suggest another game. “how about truth or dare?”

“sounds good, i’ll go first, truth or dare?” you think and nervously whisper, “truth.”

“is monsta x your favorite group?”

you laugh at his question and take the shot, making changkyun gasp playfully, “i’m telling shownu.”

“truth or dare?”

he hums, “dare.”

“i dare you to call my brother and tell him that we’re doing,”

he takes the shot and giggle, knowing that’s what he’d do.

after a few more rounds you decide to make it interesting, “i dare you to show me your muscles.”

changkyun hides his face with a blush and you groan when he started to fill the shot glass. “noo, show me.”

he clears his throat and lifts his arms, flexing as hard as he could, “your arms are as big as my thighs.”

he got you back by daring you to show him your favorite body part on him, which led you to poking his nose.

changkyun chuckles, “my face?”

you shake your head and sit on your knees, leaning closer to him, “your nose.”

he gets compliments on his nose by fans often but this time his heart started racing fast, “what’s your favorite part on me?”

changkyun already knew, but he eyes you up and down slow anyway, “your legs.” you blush, looking at your legs, but they just look like regular legs to you. “they look pretty when you wear skirts.”

you raise an eyebrow, “do you look at them secretly when i wear skirts?” changkyun shamefully nods but you laugh at him, “it’s okay, i watch you too.”

“what do you watch?” you bite the inside of your cheek and look down, “i like when you wear sweatpants.”

changkyun looks down at the sweatpants he was currently wearing and laughs, “why?”

“your dick print.” you were blunt which made him turn his head so you didn’t see the blush that covered his face.

“i like when you wear these shirts, especially without a bra.” he was quick with his response and it made your heart beat faster.

you look down at the tank top you were wearing and didn’t realize how much your breasts show until he said something, “do you want to touch them?”

changkyun nods, the alcohol assuming all his critical thinking at this point and reaches his hands up to grab the boobs that won’t leave his mind.

he grips them delicately and your head tilts back at the feeling, “what do you think?” he laughs at your question and continues to palm them. “better than i expected.”

when he pulls away after a few more seconds, you take a deep breath and take your shirt off completely, “what about now?”

changkyun’s adams apple bobs from his nervous swallowing, then reaches in again, gripping your breasts soft like before. “they’re perfect.”

you lay down at his pillows and pull him close so he would kiss you while playing with your breasts. he lays next to you, with half his body on you and kisses your lips slowly.

during the kiss you could feel his hand rubbing your bare waist, which let a soft moan come out, and even with his muscles, you coulld tell he was a gentle lover.

a few minutes into the kiss, changkyun pulls away so he could leave gentle kisses on your neck, and you tilt your head back again with a moan.

“you sound so pretty when you moan.” his raspy words sent a shiver down your spine and you could feel it in your crotch.

his hand moved down to the area that was beating for him while he continued to kiss your neck and your hips lift at the feeling of him tracing a finger over your clothed clit.

he smiles at your reaction and begins to rub the spot, biting soft at your neck as a wet spot grows. “please.” changkyun smirks at your pleading, then slides two fingers in immediately and feels how wet you were for him.

you gasp at the feeling of your pussy being stretched then bite your bottom lip when he shoves them deep inside of you. “your fingers are amazing.”

he smirks again and pumps his fingers slow, digging his head in your neck with a groan. just seeing you moaning and panting for him made his dick feel like it was about to explode.

changkyun moves his fingers faster, curling them a bit so he could make you feel better and you let out a whine while he kisses your neck.

you grip the sheets and massage his hair with the other hand while he fingers you then kiss his ear softly. “is it okay if i taste you?”

“yes please.”

changkyun pulls his fingers out slowly and you watch in awe while he licks them clean. “you’re so sexy.” he blushes when you compliment him and he slides your shorts off quickly. “you’re sexy too.”

your legs close subconsciously when he gets eye level to your pussy but he kisses your thighs soft while opening them back up for him.

changkyun admires your wetness, watching it glisten in the barely lit room and you stare at the ceiling from awkwardness. “Y/N, i want you to watch me.”

you hesitantly look at him and he smirks before leaning down to take your clit in his mouth. a gasp comes from the back of your throat at the feeling and he swirls his tongue around the small nub with a hum.

you watch intently while his nose brushes against your clit while his tongue moves down to your folds, flicking them around.

you arch your back at his movements and a string of curses come out, “i dont think i will last very long changkyun.”

he smirks then continues to slurp out all your juices, his nose still rubbing your swollen clit and adding to the pleasure.

he slowly opens your folds so he could lick deeper inside of you and you moan loudly, clenching hard before cumming in his mouth.

changkyun licks up the sudden rush of juices coming from your hole and your body shakes from the sensation.

you watch as he sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “you taste good.” you giggle and blush, hiding your face in his pillow.

he lays next to you on the bed and you take the opportunity to straddle his waist. “now it’s your turn to feel good.”

changkyun puts his hands on your hips, his heart beating fast in anticipation. “just relax and i’ll do all the work baby.”

he does as you say and watches you pull his sweatpants down to his knee, then blushing when his already hard dick pops out.

you give it a few strokes then spit on the tip before lining it to your hole and slowly sitting on his cock.

your mouth opens at his size filling you perfectly and he reaches up to massage your breasts. “good girl.”

you moan softly and start bouncing slow at first, then going faster when your pussy gets used to his size.

you could tell changkyun was enjoying himself by the way his face scruches and his squeezing on your boobs get harder. “go faster baby.”

you’re usually the teasing type but his desperate voice makes it hard to be cruel so you do as he says and bounce faster, moaning loud when his tip hits your gspot.

he grabs the back of your neck with both arms and brings you down to his chest so he could buck into you faster. “sorry baby girl, i’m really trying to be patient but i need to fuck you hard.”

you moan at both his movements and words, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

changkyun moves his hands down to your ass and gives it a few slaps while simultaneously slamming you down, so your pussy engulfs all of his dick.

“is it okay if i cum in you?” he asks breathlessly and kisses your neck, “yes i’m on birth control.”

he groans loud and thrusts his hips up faster at the thought of being able to cum inside of you. “im close baby.”

you moan with him and sit up while he fucks you, your tits bouncing with every thrust. “cum for me changkyun.”

his eyes tighten up and he shoots his load deep inside of you, yours following close after with a whine.

you stay ontop of him for a few seconds and continue to slowly ride him until both of your highs ride out.

changkyun rubs your ass in his hands when you were too tired to get off, and just lay your head on his chest.

“thank you Y/N,” he was breathless still and you giggle, “thank you too, i’ve been waiting months for that.”

at this point, the pleasure made the both of you sober up and you didn’t want to think about what shownu would say when he gets back.

[witch1nghour]

𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕   ﹔   various  sentence  starters   (   platonic/romantic/antagonistic/etc   )  from   THE TRAGEDIE OF MACBETH   (   1623   )   .  please   , like   or reblog   if   you   plan   on   using   .   don’t   claim   as   your   own   .   content   warning   :   tw   .   part one.

when  shall  we  three  meet  again?

the  battle's  lost  and  won.

upon  the  heath.

fair  is  foul,  and  foul  is  fair.

what  bloody  man  is  that?

dismayed  not  this  our  captain?

I cannot tell—I  am  faint.  my  gashes  cry  for  help.

who  comes  here?

what  a  haste  looks  through  his  eyes!

point  against  point,  rebellious  arm  'against  arm.

where  hast  thou  been?

so  foul  and  fair  a  day  I  have  not  seen.

why  do  you  start  and  seem  to  fear  things  that  do  sound  so  fair?

are  you  fantastical?

not  so  happy,  yet  much  happier.

were  such  things  here  as  we  do  speak  about?

your  children  shall  be  kings.

the  king  hath  happily  received  the  news  of  thy  success.

what,  can  the  devil  speak  true?

why  do  you  dress  me  in  borrowed  robes?

treasons  capital,  confessed  and  proved,  have  overthrown  him.

the  greatest  is  behind.

do  you  not  hope  your  children  shall  be  kings?

 if chance will have me king, why, chance may  crown me.

he  was  a  gentleman  on  whom  I  built  an  absolute  trust.

let  me  enfold  thee  and  hold  thee  to  my  heart.

they  have  more  in  them  than  mortal  knowledge.

hail  king  that  shalt  be.

my  dearest  partner  of  greatness.

lay  it  to  thy  heart,  and  farewell.

I  fear  thy  nature.

i fear thy nature; it is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness.

look  like  the  innocent  flower,  but  be  the  serpent  under't.

you  shall  put  this  night's  great  business  into  my  dispatch.

how  now!  what  news?

hath  he  ask'd  for  me?

we  will  proceed  no  further  in  this  business.

screw  your  courage  to  the  sticking-place,  and  we'll  not  fail.

false  face  must  hide  what  the  false  heart  doth  know.

hold,  take  my  sword.  there's  husbandry  in  heaven.

give  me  my  sword.

is  this  a  dagger  which  i  see  before  me?

i  have  done  the  deed.  didst  thou  not  hear  a  noise?

i  am  afraid  to  think  what  i  have  done.

what  three  things  does  drink  especially  provoke?

is  it  known  who  did  this  more  than  bloody  deed?

was  it  not  yesterday  we  spoke  together?

your  spirits  shine  through  you.

so  full  of  scorpions  is  my  mind.

it  will  have  blood;  they  say,  blood  will  have  blood.

come,  let's  make  haste;  she'll  soon  be  back  again.

how  did  you  dare  to  trade  and  traffic  with  name  In  riddles  and  affairs  of  death?

double,  double  toil  and  trouble;  fire  burn,  and  cauldron  bubble.

i  commend  your  pains;  and  every  one  shall  share  in  the  gains.

by  the  pricking  of  my  thumbs,  something  wicked  this  way  comes.

i  conjure  you,  by  that  which  you  profess,  however  you  come  to  know  it,  answer  me.

cheer  we  up  his  sprites  and  show  the  best  of  our  delights.

what  had  he  done,  to  make  him  fly  the  land?

our  fears  do  make  us  traitors.

what  is  a  traitor?

let  grief  convert  to  anger;  blunt  not  the  heart,  enrage  it.

[sabrinajenre96]

Unexpected Reunions

Pairing: Conrad Hawkins x resident reader

Note: a little crossover with Chicago med... I decided to mix two different tv shows. Expect a surprise character's return.

Warning: none.

It was a normal — almost boring — day at Chastain Memorial. Well, as boring as a hospital could ever get.

Y/N Rhodes was in her element, teasing Devon Pravesh alongside Mina and Nic, with AJ occasionally joining in with that deep chuckle of his. The nurses adored Y/N’s sunshine nature, and most of the other doctors found her shenanigans a welcome break from the hospital grind.

Today had been particularly good. Besides Conrad — her fiancé — shooting her amused, hopelessly-in-love looks across the ER, everything was smooth.

She was leaning casually against the nurse’s station, cracking a joke at Pravesh’s expense, when the air shifted. Heads turned. Bell, in all his I-am-the-boss energy, strutted in with a self-important air.

“Attention, everyone,” Bell announced, smiling his I'm pretending to be nice smile. “We have a new addition to Chastain's surgical team.”

Curious, Y/N turned around, ready to welcome the poor soul who dared to enter this madhouse.

Her heart nearly stopped.

Standing beside Bell — tall, handsome in an effortlessly broody way, looking like a man who had walked through hell and was still standing — was Connor Rhodes.

“Connor?!” she gasped.

“Y/N?!” he said at the exact same time.

Before anyone could blink, Y/N sprinted across the floor and launched herself into his arms. He caught her, laughing into her hair as he hugged her tightly.

Around them, confusion reigned.

“Wait... wait, what?” Devon said, looking at Nic and Mina, who shrugged helplessly.

AJ arched a brow. “Ex-boyfriend or somethin’?”

Bell squinted suspiciously. “Should someone call HR?”

At the same time, Connor and Y/N pulled back just enough to glare at them and said in perfect sibling unison, “EW, NO!”

Connor slung an arm around Y/N’s shoulders proudly. “This is my little sister. Same dad, different moms.”

Cue more confusion.

Bell, connecting dots faster than the rest, went stiff. “Wait a minute. Rhodes? As in...” His eyes widened.

Y/N groaned. “Yes, Bell. That Rhodes.”

Connor smirked. “The devil himself.”

“The name that shall not be named,” Y/N added dramatically.

Everyone just stared.

Bell recovered first. “Their father basically owns half of Chicago.”

Gasps echoed down the hallway.

Y/N waved a hand. “Technically true, but we don't associate. If it were up to him, we’d be disowned already.”

Connor nodded in agreement. “We survived thanks to our grandfather’s trust fund. Not dear old Dad.”

Bell, still slightly shell-shocked, excused himself to go... well, be Bell somewhere else.

Y/N beamed and clapped her hands. “Anyway! Let’s introduce my favorite big brother to everyone!” She tugged Connor by the hand like they were kids again.

Introductions flew quickly — Nic, AJ, Devon, Mina — all still gawking a little at the surprise family connection.

“And,” Y/N said mischievously, “since this reunion calls for a celebration... you’re all invited to our place for dinner tonight! Meet Connor properly. Grill him about everything. I don't care. Free food.”

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Later that night…

The house Y/N and Conrad recently bought together was buzzing with life. Everyone from Chastain had shown up — Nic, Devon, AJ, Mina — and Connor, still jetlagged but smiling more than he had in a long time.

Y/N floated between the kitchen and the living room, radiant, a glass of wine in hand.

Suddenly, the door opened again — and in came her mom, arm linked with Conrad’s.

“MOM!” Y/N shrieked happily, racing over.

Her mom hugged her tight, then turned to Connor, eyes misty with joy. “Connor Rhodes. It’s been too long, sweetheart.”

Connor hugged her like he hadn’t in years. “Good to see you too, Dr. Y/M/N.”

As everyone sat around the big dinner table, the questions started flying.

“How come you never mentioned him?” Mina asked bluntly.

Y/N shrugged. “Connor's been... a part of my private life. And let’s be real, talking about him—” she jerked a thumb toward the absent father — “was never exactly a party starter.”

Connor rolled his eyes. “We don’t give him the satisfaction.”

AJ chuckled. “You two really do have the same energy.”

At some point, Connor’s gaze caught on Y/N’s hand, the sparkle of her engagement ring flashing under the lights.

“Wait,” he said, grabbing her hand gently. “You're engaged?! I thought Conrad was just your boyfriend!”

Y/N blushed. “It’s new! I forgot to call you!”

Connor grinned, genuinely happy for her. “The ring’s beautiful.”

Conrad, looking a little bashful but proud, added, “It was my mother’s. She gave it to me before she passed. Told me to give it to the love of my life someday.”

The table went quiet for a beat, everyone touched by the sweetness.

Y/N leaned against Conrad’s shoulder, heart full. With her fiancé beside her, her big brother across from her, her mom glowing with pride, and her best friends around her — she was finally exactly where she belonged.

This was her family.

Not the money. Not the name.

This.

[colettebronte]

She Rings Like a Bell Through the Night: Chapter 4

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Pairing: Vampire!Anthony Bridgerton x Witch!fem Reader

Summary: The Witch mulls over The Protector’s request and after an enjoyable interlude, makes a request of her own

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+ for the overall fic. For this chapter: non-explicit blood drinking, sensuality and first time vaginal sex

Minors DNI. I will put this up on Ao3 so please do not repost my work elsewhere

Author’s Note: Did I really write back-to-back smut chapters? You betcha! Please do enjoy! Thank you as always to the AMAZING @fayes-fics for continuing to beta this 🫶❤️

Even Later Still That Night, Somewhere in Rural England, 1695

The man before you is a vampire.

The entry in your Book of Shadows detailing these creatures of the night depicts inhumane monsters who lack any sort of control in the face of humans and their blood. And yet . . . 

Anthony has shown himself to be no such thing. He had first been kind in feeding you a hearty meal before anything else. He has been nothing short of a gentleman in his manners and behavior. And when you asked him to teach you about pleasure, he did so in equal parts tender and passionate. Even now, as he requested to taste your essence; your blood, he has given you the ability to decide if you wish to or not, despite the fact he could easily take it by force if he so chose to. 

But you know, he would never.

Fangs still protruding out from under his top lip, he gently pulls the quilt up over your bare chest, tucking it in for good measure. Your heart melts and spurs you into action, taking one of his cool hands in yours as he attempts to draw back.

“Will I become like you, if I let you have a taste?”

Anthony’s eyes soften in the candlelight. “No. The process of turning a human into a vampire is a lengthy one and I would not dare subject you to it.”

You nod, another question coming to mind. “Will it hurt?”

He squeezes your hand. “Not in the slightest. In fact, you should find the sensation extremely pleasurable.”

You inhale sharply. “More pleasurable than what we just did together?”

He says nothing in response but the way his eyes darken is answer enough. Quietly, he asks, “Is there anything else you’d like to know?”

You chew your bottom lip for a moment and then ask your final question. “If it will be so pleasurable for me. What will it do for you?”

Anthony regards you for a moment before responding, “Oh My Heart, my beautiful, clever witch, none of the others have ever asked me that before.” He sits up and releases your hand. His own begin to fly through the air as he explains, “Your blood will suffuse me and I will grow stronger, warmer and it will make my own powers grow. Typically I use that power to strengthen the protective barrier around the village, to keep you all hidden. But as you have requested, I will release it. It is clear that it is time for things to change.”

You sit up and gaze at him in surprise. “You truly intend to release the village?”

Anthony nods. “For you, anything.” Before you voice your thanks, he adds, “I will need another way to channel my power, but I swear to you, you shall come to no harm.”

You take hold of his hand again, entwining his fingers with yours.  “I know you won’t hurt me.” You pull down the blanket to bare your throat. “Drink from me what you need.”

Anthony huffs a small laugh. “I won’t take it from there,” he pauses to turn your hands over, releasing yours to expose your wrist. He rubs a finger over your pulse point. “I prefer to drink from here.”

You swallow thickly as Anthony meets your eyes and asks you,  “Are you absolutely certain that I may drink from you?”

You reach up to grasp your pendant and, after a deep breath, extend your arm and say, “Yes.”

Anthony nods and then takes your wrist and brings his lips down to it, first giving it a gentle kiss. You can feel your heart thudding in your chest as Anthony runs his tongue along your pulse point and then he seals his lips over the spot. You close your eyes, bracing for the feeling of being punctured, only to feel the gentlest of dual pinpricks.

Opening your eyes, you can only stare as Anthony, who has closed his eyes, begins to drink from you gently.

At first, you feel nothing, but then all of a sudden, an intense warmth floods through you, a pleasant vibration following it. It infuses your whole body, making you moan and throw your head back against the pillows behind you. You start to lie back and Anthony goes with you, his mouth still firmly attached to your wrist.

Waves of intense pleasure roll through your body and you have to grasp the sheets under you with your free hand. Your legs rise off the bed, your feet planted on the soft mattress as you keen and wail. Your whole body continues to shake with bliss and you cry out Anthony’s name.

You feel Anthony lick your pulse point and then he pulls off you. You raise your wrist, expecting to see blood, but there’s not even the slightest mark. Still in the throes of ecstasy, you stare at Anthony, grabbing him by the hand and, with a strength you didn’t know you possessed, tug him down towards you until he lies atop you, staring deeply into your eyes.

You run your arms up and down his bare back as he leans down to nuzzle your breasts. His skin under your hands feels as warm as yours and the fact that your blood did that to him, brings out something fierce and feral within you.

You reach down to tug his face towards yours and draw him into a heated kiss, all teeth and tongue. He whines into your mouth and then matches your intensity, sliding his body up to lay his head beside yours on the pillows.

Anthony draws back to catch his breath, closing his eyes while you explore the contours of his face with your fingertips.

Running over his cheek you murmur, “Is this how you wish to channel your power?”

Eyes still closed, Anthony smiles. “Absolutely.”

And then you squeal as you’re being rolled over, your body under Anthony as he props himself up with his powerful forearms to stare down at you. His hard cock nudging against your thighs feels like velvety steel, and by the Goddess, do you want it inside you.

You run a hand down his chest and lean up to whisper hotly in his ear, “Take me, please.”

His eyes darken in the candlelight. He glances down between you as you part your legs. He inhales sharply and then says quietly, “There will be pain, My Heart. Just for a moment and only this first time I enter you. It cannot be avoided. If it is too much, you must tell me and we shall stop.”

His regard for you in this moment brings a different kind of warmth to your core. “I understand,” you tell him.

Anthony nods and then presses his forehead against yours, kissing your cheek as he carefully lowers his body. You gasp as his cock parts your folds and he seats himself partially inside you. You hiss as a burst of pain blooms and Anthony stills as you close your eyes and adjust to the feeling. Your breathing is labored for a few moments, but then the pain subsides, and all you can feel is him inside you. Opening your eyes, you see him watching you carefully.

You reach your palm up to rub his warm cheek. “More please,” you whisper. 

Anthony nods and then he slides further inside you, causing you to gasp with pleasure, the feeling no longer bringing you pain. You widen your legs and he seats himself fully before drawing back, his cock rubbing against that same secret spot inside you that earlier gave you so much enjoyment. You reach up to grab his back, fingernails digging in as he slides in and out of you.

While he thrusts in and out of your body, he presses hot kisses wherever his mouth can reach: your mouth, then down to your neck and then to your breasts. At one point, he reverently presses his lips to your pendant and you feel something fizz inside you as his magic briefly mingles with yours.

So lost in each other, it’s a surprise when the warm, bright light overtakes your senses, this time far more intense than earlier as all sound goes away. You pitch your head forward and scream into Anthony’s shoulder. You feel him stiffen above you and then something warm flows between you as he ducks down to bury his face in your hair as his body shakes, crying out your name.

**********

Without windows, you cannot tell how much time has passed when you finally regain your senses, Anthony a warm, pleasant weight at your side, his fingers carding through your hair.

You open your eyes to see him gazing at you fondly. He sits up and asks you, “What is it that you truly desire?”

You blink, sitting up beside him, propping yourself back against the pillows. “You have already granted me the two things I have asked for.”

Anthony sighs, “My Heart, there is something else, I can feel it.” He takes both your hands in his, eyes imploring you to answer him honestly.

 How can this man know you so well after just one night together? You heave a sigh and sparing a glance down at your pendant, tell him your most secret wish.

“If I am lucky, I’ll live another twenty years or so at best. It’s not enough time to learn all of the aspects of the craft I wish to,” you pause and then clarify, “What I truly desire is to have more time.”

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[amateurvoltaire]

Summer holidays are over, and if you’re anything like me—still pretending that your inbox full of emails doesn’t exist (Yes, Sharon, I’ll get to your spreadsheet eventually!) and scrolling through holiday snaps on repeat—here’s something to help ease the pain: Robespierre’s Journey to Carvin, the ultimate travel blog (1).

In June 1783, a 25-year-old Maximilien Robespierre embarked on a modest 35 km trip from Arras to Carvin to visit his relatives. He wrote a delightfully dramatic account of this journey, addressed to Antoine Buissart, his friend, mentor, and his wife Charlotte.

For anyone who thinks of Robespierre as some cold, humourless figure, I present this letter as evidence to the contrary. His wit, self-mockery, and unexpected humour shine through. He likens himself to Aeneas, takes jabs at his own inflated sense of importance, and, of course, waxes lyrical about tarts (2). Absolutely brilliant!

As always, this is my own translation, and honestly, there are more polished ones out there. Robespierre is in full show-off mode, packing the text with references to Greek and Roman history and mythology—because why not? I’ve done my best to explain them all, but it’s possible I may have missed a few...

Translation: Impressions of a Journey to Carvin (3)

Monsieur,  

There are no pleasures truly agreeable unless shared with one’s friends. I shall therefore impart to you a description of those I have lately enjoyed.

Expect not an account of my journey, for such works have been so prodigiously multiplied of late years that the public must surely be sated with them. I know of an author who, having travelled but five leagues (4), immortalised the event in both verse and prose.

But what, pray, is such an endeavour compared to the one I have undertaken? I have not merely travelled five leagues; I have covered six—and six good leagues, I assure you—so much so that, by the reckoning of the locals, they are worth at least seven ordinary leagues. Yet, I shall not say a word of my journey. I lament for your sake, for it would have afforded you the most infinitely interesting adventures—those of Ulysses and Telemachus (5)  would pale in comparison.

It was at five o'clock in the morning when we set out; the carriage which bore us passed through the city gates at the very moment the chariot of the Sun rose from the bosom of the Ocean. Our vehicle was adorned with a cloth of dazzling whiteness, a portion of which fluttered freely in the breath of the zephyrs. In this manner, we passed in triumph before the customs house. You may imagine that I could not resist turning my gaze in that direction, eager to see whether the sentinels of the excise office would betray their ancient reputation for courtesy. Filled with noble emulation, I dared aspire to outshine them in politeness, should it be possible. Leaning over the side of the carriage, I doffed my new hat and saluted them with a gracious smile. I had expected a courteous return. Would you believe it? These officials, motionless as statues at the entrance to their hut, fixed their eyes upon me, offering no return of my greeting. Ever possessed of an infinite sense of pride, I was deeply wounded by this sign of disdain, and it soured my temper for the remainder of the day (6).

Nonetheless, our steeds bore us with a swiftness that defies imagination. They appeared as if they sought to rival the Sun’s own horses (7) flying above us. Just as I had endeavoured to surpass the customs officials at the Méaulens gate in civility, our horses leapt over the suburb of Sainte-Catherine with a single bound (8), and with a second, we found ourselves upon the square in Lens (9). There we paused briefly. I took advantage of this respite to survey the beauties of the town that might engage the curiosity of travellers. While the rest of the company breakfasted, I stole away and ascended the hill upon which stands the Calvary. From this vantage, I cast my gaze, with mingled sentiments of tenderness and admiration, over the vast plain where Condé, at the tender age of twenty, won that famous victory over the Spaniards, saving the fatherland (10) . Yet a more compelling object drew my attention: the Town Hall. Though neither remarkable in size nor magnificence, it still had every claim to inspire my keenest interest. “This modest edifice,” I mused as I gazed upon it, “is the very sanctuary wherein Mayor T..., with a round wig and the scales of Themis (11) in hand, once weighed with impartial justice the rights of his fellow citizens. A minister of justice, favoured by Aesculapius (12), after pronouncing sentence, he would immediately dictate a medical prescription. Both criminal and patient alike trembled at his presence, and this great man, by virtue of dual authority, wielded the most extensive power ever exercised by one man over his compatriots.”

In the fervour of my enthusiasm, I could not rest until I had penetrated the precincts of the Town Hall. I was determined to see the courtroom and the tribunal where the aldermen sit. I had the porter sought throughout the town; at length he came, unlocked the doors, and I rushed into the courtroom. Seized by a religious reverence, I fell to my knees within this august temple and passionately kissed the seat that had once been pressed by the posterior of the great T....

Thus did Alexander prostrate himself before the tomb of Achilles (13), and thus did Caesar render homage to the monument which housed the ashes of the conqueror of Asia (14).

We resumed our journey; scarce had I settled upon my bundle of straw when Carvin came into view. At the sight of this fortunate land, we all let out a cry of joy, much like the Trojans, escaped from the ruin of Ilium, upon first sighting the shores of Italy (15).

The good folk of this village gave us a reception which amply compensated for the indifference we had endured from the officials at the Méaulens gate. Citizens of all ranks vied with one another in their eagerness to behold us. The cobbler paused, tool in hand, on the verge of piercing a sole, so that he might gaze at us at leisure; the barber, abandoning a half-shaven beard, rushed towards us, razor still in hand; the housewife, in her curiosity, risked the burning of her tarts. I beheld three gossips interrupt a most animated conversation to fly to their windows. Alas, the journey was all too brief, but during that time, we savoured the flattering pleasure of being the sole object of the populace’s attention. “How sweet it is to travel!” I mused. Indeed, they say that no man is a prophet in his own land; at the gates of one’s own city, one is scorned; six leagues further, one becomes a figure of public curiosity.

I was lost in these reflections when we arrived at the house that marked the end of our journey. I shall make no attempt to describe to you the outpouring of tenderness that accompanied our embraces—such a scene would have moved you to tears. Indeed, I know of but one comparable moment in all of history: when Aeneas, having fled the ruins of Troy, arrived in Epirus with his fleet and was reunited with Helenus and Andromache, whom fate had placed on the throne of Pyrrhus (16). Their reunion, it is said, was one of the tenderest on record. I do not doubt it. Aeneas, with his excellent heart, Helenus, the finest Trojan, and Andromache, the sensitive widow of Hector, surely shed many tears and heaved many sighs upon that occasion. I am willing to believe that their emotion was equal to ours; but after Helenus, Aeneas, Andromache, and ourselves, one must draw the line.

Since our arrival, our days have been filled with nothing but pleasures. Since last Saturday, I have been indulging in tarts, undeterred by others’ envy. By fate’s decree, my bed was placed in a chamber that serves as a storeroom for pastries, thus exposing me to the temptation of indulging all night. But I reflected that it is noble to master one’s passions, and so I slept, surrounded by these seductive objects. It is true, however, that I made up for this long abstinence during the day.

I give thanks to thee, O skilled hand,  

That first shaped pliant dough  

And offered to mortals this delicious dish.  

But have they honoured thee as they ought?  

Have they raised altars to thy glory?  

Hundreds of peoples, offering incense and vows,  

Have filled the earth with temples and gods,  

Yet all have forgotten that sublime genius  

Who brought ambrosia to mankind.  

The tart, with due honour, graces their feasts,  

But do they think of its first creator?  

Of all the acts of ingratitude for which mankind has been guilty toward its benefactors, this has always shocked me the most. It is the people of Artois who must atone for it, for by the judgement of all Europe, they know the worth of tarts better than any other people in the world. Their honour demands that they erect a temple to its inventor. I must tell you, in confidence, that I have a project in mind, which I propose to present to the Estates of Artois (17). I fully expect it will be strongly supported by the clergy.

But it is not enough to eat tart; one must also eat it in good company. I have had this pleasure. Yesterday, I was granted the highest honour to which I could ever aspire: I dined with three lieutenants and the son of a bailiff. All the magistrates of the neighbouring villages were assembled at our table. At the centre of this Senate, shone the Lieutenant of Carvin, like Calypso amongst her nymphs(18). Ah! Had you but seen with what graciousness he conversed with the rest of the company, like an ordinary man! How indulgently he judged the champagne poured for him, and with what satisfaction he smiled at his reflection in his glass! I witnessed all this with my own eyes... And yet, see how difficult it is to content the human heart. Not all my desires have been fulfilled; I am soon to return to Arras, where I hope, upon seeing you, to find a pleasure far more genuine than those of which I have spoken. We shall meet again with the same joy that Ulysses and Telemachus felt after twenty years of absence. I shall have no trouble forgetting my bailiffs and lieutenants. However charming a lieutenant may be, believe me, Madame, he can never rival you.

His figure, even when the champagne lends it a soft blush, cannot approach the natural charms that are yours, and no company of bailiffs in the world could ever compensate me for the pleasure of your delightful conversation.

I remain, with the utmost sincerity, Monsieur, your most humble and obedient servant,  

Robespierre.

Carvin, 12 June 1783.

Notes

1) I’m also working on my own “travel blog” about frolicking through the Vendée, but—procrastination, you know. 

(2) If you ever find yourself in Northern France, eat the tarts. They are sensational.

(3) This describes his  journey from Arras to Carvin

(4) 1 league = around 5 km

(5) Ulysses (Odysseus) and his son, Telemachus, are central figures in The Odyssey, known for their epic and legendary adventures  filled with mythological dangers, gods, and heroic feats over many years. Ulysses faces numerous trials, including battles with monsters like the Cyclops, the Sirens, and the struggles against divine wrath, while Telemachus embarks on his own perilous journey to find his father.

(6) Robespierre’s original line, “J'ai toujours eu infiniment d'amour-propre,” reveals quite a bit of self-reflection and perhaps a healthy dose of self-awareness.

(7) In Greek mythology, the Sun (often represented by either the titan Helios or god Apollo) is said to ride across the sky in a chariot drawn by powerful horses that pull the Sun from east to west each day. These horses are often imagined as swift and unstoppable forces.

(8) Méaulens is a gate, and Sainte-Catherine is a neighbourhood, both in Arras.

(9) Lens is a village about 20km from Arras

(10) I assume Robespierre is referring to the Battle of Lens here (since he is in Lens), which occurred on 20 August 1648 and was significant because it helped solidify France’s position at the end of the Thirty Years' War. But Condé was 26 at the time, and Robespierre might be confusing it with the Battle of Rocroi, which Condé won at 22. Does Max suck at history? Maybe!

(11) Themis is the Greek goddess of justice who is often depicted holding scales

(12) Aesculapius is the Roman god of medicine

(13) Alexander the Great, the Macedonian conqueror, greatly admired Achilles, the legendary hero of the Iliad. During his military campaigns, Alexander visited the supposed tomb of Achilles near Troy. According to historical accounts, he prostrated himself (knelt or bowed) before Achilles' tomb as a sign of deep reverence, honouring the warrior he aspired to emulate. Alexander saw himself as a successor to Achilles, carrying the mantle of Greek heroism into his conquests.

(14)  Caesar, like many Romans, admired Alexander's achievements, particularly his conquests in Asia (which included vast territories from Greece to India). Caesar visited Alexander’s tomb in Alexandria, Egypt, where he reportedly paid homage to the great conqueror.  Obviously Robespierre is being ironic by comparing his kneeling in the town hall and kissing the seat of a local magistrate) to these monumental moments of history.

(15) This refers to Virgil’s Aeneid, where Aeneas and the surviving Trojans are filled with hope and relief upon reaching Italy after enduring numerous trials and suffering.

(16) Again, a reference to the  Aeneid. Aeneas, after fleeing the destruction of  Troy, arrives in Epirus  (a region in modern-day Greece and Albania) during his long journey to find a new home for the surviving Trojans. There, Aeneas encounters Helenus and Andromache. Helenus is a Trojan prince and the son of King Priam of Troy. After the fall of Troy, he ends up ruling part of Epirus, having taken control of the land once ruled by Pyrrhus (Neoptolemus), the son of Achilles.Andromache was the wife of the Trojan hero Hector  (who was killed by Achilles during the war). After Hector's death and the fall of Troy, Andromache becomes a captive of Pyrrhus, but in Epirus, she is eventually freed and marries Helenus.

(17)  The Estates of Artois were a were a regional representative assembly or parliament the Artois province. 

(18) Calypso is a nymph or Oceanid who appears in Homer’s Odyssey. Calypso lived on the island of Ogygia, where she detained the hero Ulysses for several years. She was surrounded by lesser nymphs who served her.

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Amaimon, King of Earth and apart of the Ba'al! Scourge to sweets and all things hygienic.. Has fallen for you!

I view Amaimon as a Possessive, Jealous and Lucid yandere.

Possessive in the way that Amaimon simply believes you're his, No questions asked. It's only in his nature as a demon to be as such and if he decides you're his property then that is how it shall be.

Jealous in the way that Amaimon absolutely despises it whenever you're around someone else. I suspect being subjected by Shemihaza and seen to be weaker as such has given him a little bit of an inferiority complex, Even if he doesn't understand such a thing. Anytime your around someone he feels absolutely angered, Especially if you show signs that you like them.

Lucid in the way that Amaimon probably knows that by human standards this is very wrong. And he honestly just doesn't care. I mean even by demon standards this is weird as hell and Amaimon will just shrug and continue on with what he's doing.

I can see one way where this dude gets obsessed with you.

So lets say that you're an exorcist, A higher ranked one too. Perhaps you're an Arc Knight, Perhaps you're just in the Upper Class but all that really matters is that you're powerful. A force to be reckoned with. Someone that a demon would not want to face.

This takes place during the forest-camp arc, You know the one, Where Rin goes absolutely berserk in his fight with big bad Amaimon? Yeah, That one.

You were called to the scene and jumped into the fight, Causing a clash between the two demons, Separating them apart with a single slash of your sword, Both flying apart at high speeds.

Amaimon for one, Is pissed.

Both because he was losing a fight to motherfucking RIN. And also because he got pulled out of it by some rando human girl with a sword???

Listen, Amaimon hates losing a fight as much as the next guy, Probably even more to be honest. But what he hates more is being brought out of said fight forcefully. He's competitive, Even if he's losing. Badly.

But as soon as he wretches his head up from the tree he collided with, His eyes connecting with yours-

He still felt primal rage.

This is the point where Mephisto steps in, Admonishing Amaimon for causing unnecessary damage to his school's grounds before tossing him in the Cuckoo Clock. Amaimon's mortal vessel being punctured with a dozen spears, Trapping him inside.

And he's beyond pissed. Absolutely furious.

The only thing Amaimon thinks about during his time in the clock isn't Rin. It's not how he was embarrassingly overwhelmed. No-

It's you.

You. The one who spoiled his fun. Amaimon hated pesky humans who dared to interrupt him and what he chose to do, And that includes chaos-reaping.

He grinds his canines in frustration. Remembering the way you stood there, Looking at him like you thought you were better. Oh so smug, At least that's how Amaimon viewed you in his head.

A human that thought they were better than him, The King of Earth. Interrupting his playtime and proceeding to rub it in his face too.

You were the only thing on his mind when he was in there. Punctured and bloody. The only thing.

Of course, When he finally lets out, He's not gonna forget you.

As soon as he's out and terrorising True Cross as Ambrosius Faust, He's out on a hunt for you in particular. And what do you know? It seems like in the time he was away, You had became a teacher within the cram school.

Of course you meet. You have a spat. But Mephisto had banned him from ever harming any of the students or the teachers here.

And of course, Amaimon doesn't want to go back into the Cuckoo Clock..

So he resorts to terrorising you, Acting up in your class. Food wrappers all over the floor, Amaimon sitting on desks and staring daggers into you while he proceeds to do absolutely no work.

And you can't do anything about this either. He might be a demon king but Mephisto most definetly banned you from hurting him, Lest you lose your job. You may hate the time clown but unfortunately he's your boss and you've grown attached to your students.

So both of you are locked in a stalemate here.

Amaimon has dedicated his current self to harassing and making your life a living nightmare. It's only right for what you did, Disrespecting a demon king like that. And ruining his playtime.

It's basically his new hobby now.

Amaimon proceeds to terrorise you in and out of class. Eyes you down in the hallways, Knocks over the supplies on your desk.. Probably even dumps dead mice and small animals on your doorstep as a warning.

But as just as he was about to do that again one day, You open your door, Smiling as you kiss a man on the lips before stepping out.

Amaimon pauses, Only getting a glimpse at the man in the doorway.

He blinks.

Who was that?

Amaimon soon finds out that the man in the doorway was infact your husband. How could he have not noticed this before? Amaimon had basically forgotten that a ring on your finger signalled partnership to another human. He's still out of the loop on human customs.

But now? The glare of the diamond on that ring is all he can see.

And for some reason, He hates it.

He's biting at the claw on his thumb as he glares at the door, Watching as you step out and make your way to class. The dead rabbit in his hand basically being tossed to the side, Forgetting about it altogether.

I think it would take him a while to figure out what he feels towards you, He's not that good with human emotions. It might even take a little bit of intervention from Mephisto to get Amaimon to realise what he's feeling.

It's simple.

He likes you.

But he doesn't like your husband.

Mephisto said he couldn't harm the students or the teachers.

But nothing about husbands.

The feelings he has for you begin to stir. Possession, Obsession, Love, Lust. Who knows what he feels for you? Certainly not Amaimon. He barely understands it in the first place.

All he knows is that he wants you, And your husband could go die for all Amaimon cared.

Amaimon isn't the kind of guy to mull over his actions. If he has an urge, He will act on it. If he wants something, He'll take it. Amaimon won't usually wait for permission or approval, Nor does he care for human culture or customs.

So he acts accordingly.

It was a good day at work for you, Your students and you laughing and giggling. It was such a lovely day too, The nature and the earth all in bloom, A warm temperature and beautiful blue skies for miles.

And best of all? No Amaimon.

You didn't really mull over his absence as you happily skipped up the pathway to your house, Grasping the strap of your bag as you fished in it for your keys.

But as soon as you lay your hand on the door, It creaks open.

It was unlocked

You pause, Blinking. It wasn't like your husband to leave the door unlocked, Mostly because he was working at this time and was usually out of the house. And you doubted he forgot considering he was always so insistent on making sure it was shut tight when nobody was home.

You chuckled a little, His quirks always managing to make you do so.

So you figure that he had came home early, For one reason or another. There wasn't any sign of break in anyways, So what reason did you have to fear?

But as you push the door open, Distracted by putting away your keys in your bag as you step inside, You instantly know something was wrong.

Something was very wrong.

It was dark inside your house, None of the lights on. But most of all you could smell what seemed to be.. Copper, Something metallic and.. Familiar.

But what made you freeze, What made you stop, Pause, Made your heart skip a beat was the squelching sound oozing from beneath your feet.

You look down.

Your heart stops.

Red. It was red.

The puddle beginning to stain the soles of your shoes. It was red.

You drop your keys, Your eyes widening as you yell out in alarm. Your body instantly raising it's guard as you summon your weapon, Heart beginning to thunder in your chest.

The blood, There was a pool of blood beneath your feet and you had no idea where it was coming from. But it was dripping, Running, It was fresh and there was a lot of it.

"Oh. You're back."

That voice.

You whip your head around, Eyes focusing in on a humanoid figure waltzing out of the darkness. You knew that voice all too well, That stupid, Aggravating, Monotonous voice.

Amaimon stood in the doorway, Hands in his pockets with an almost bored look on his face. Yet his eyes never left you, His gaze intense but not burning with hatred like they had before.

You yell at him, Raising your sword in anger and demanding what he had done with your husband. Your eyes wide and wild, Angry, Enraged- Ready to cut him down in an instant.

Amaimon merely shrugs, Not even missing a beat as he told you that he killed him.

Killed him.

Killed your husband.

You feel your world breaking, Crumbling into pieces as he tells you this. You deny it, Yell at him, Scream at him to tell you the truth, To tell you where he was-

But Amaimon just stays quiet, And that's all the confirmation you needed.

Your sword is raised high, Your body ready to lunge and slice his flesh into strips. You don't care what Mephisto said, You didn't care about your job. You cared about your husband and your future with him, Everything with him, You loved him.

You didn't care. You were going to get revenge.

But back then Amaimon was overwhelmed by the rampaging son of Satan. Back then he was distracted, Back then he was taken by surprise, Back then it wasn't a fair fight.

But now?

Amaimon stood there, His head high and his stare intense. You lived in a rural part of town, Where nature and the earth grew wildly. Kin of Earth were rampant around here-

Amaimon was completely in his element.

And despite your efforts, In the end you were defeated. Amaimon didn't care what Mephisto said about not hurting you. You had started it, Right? Amaimon was just defending himself.

And he's just acting on instinct, Can he really blame him?

And this starts the domestic stage.

You wake up somewhere unfamiliar, Somewhere deep within the rural countryside of Japan. Your body was numb and it felt like it was weighed down by something.

Though your vision was blurry, You could see greenmen all running about happily. You could see Kin of Earth infesting the area, Both Lower and Middle class, Ignoring your presence altogether.

You try to scream, To summon your sword-

But quickly you feel your throat begin to clog up, Beginning to sputter up flowers and twigs and leaves in clumps. Your sword isn't summoning either, Your power drained and your body weak.

Amaimon sits atop a branch, Watching as you struggle and begin to pass out once more. His kin roamed about the little clearing they had claimed for themselves, Now housing you, His current fixation.

You're not gonna be seen for a long time.

Amaimon often brings you back things that he'd think you like, Things that he probably stole from people. Stuff like Jewellery, Food, Rocks, Pieces of paper, A pretty piece of fabric. Magpie mentality.

Are you a vegan? You better hope so. Amaimon probably feeds you solely with plant-stuff because that's the easiest to get for him. With meat? Amaimon doesn't know how to cook and he prefers it raw anyways. You might get some cold instant ramen and some candy, But apart from that? Better get used to the green-stuff.

On that note, I feel like Amaimon would always share his food with you. Like, He'd always half it between you and himself no matter what he's eating. Ramen, Pizza, A single Lollipop. You name it.

You're unable to escape the area he has made for you. Your power constantly drained by the demonic plants taken root in your skin. And even then his kin was there to watch you 24/7. They'd absolutely chase after you relentlessly if you tried to get away.

Amaimon himself probably doesn't even realise that he likes you romantically for a while. You'll either need to point it out to him or he'll figure it out later on his own.

That ring you use to have? The diamond one? The one that your husband proposed to you with? Gone. Like the wind.

Amaimon will find you another ring, One that signals your ownership to him, Something more impressive then what a weak little human could ever give you. He'll force you to wear it too, You won't be allowed to take it off.

He probably likes to bite you too, By the way. You cannot tell me that Amaimon doesn't like marking you as a way to show ownership. If the bite marks and scars begin to fade, He'll just get you new ones.

You hate him. You hate him with every fibre in your being, His name dripping like venom on your tongue. You want nothing more than to strangle him and watch him writhe under your boot as you sever his head. You feel like vomiting every time he touches you.

Amaimon doesn't understand when you say you don't like him and want to get away.

He just tells you to stop crying, That he's much better than that weak suitor that came before him.

You should be glad that the King of Earth has taken such an interest in you.

Sometimes he'll come back learning a new 'courtship' method that humans use, Copying it in a sort of grotesque way.

He'll kiss you but he may try to bite your lips off. He'll hug you but you'll need to make him control his strength. He'll carry you, But only dangling from under his arm, Dizzy from being held upside down.

And yes, He probably does get human affection from Anime that Mephisto makes him watch.

Mephisto is definetly aware of this. No doubt. And to be honest this could've been his plan for you the entire time, To be something that he could use to manipulate Amaimon with.

Amaimon probably knows that too. But honestly, He doesn't care.

If you ever did escape, Amaimon would be furious.

He'd rampage, He'd destroy and destroy and destroy until he had you back in his possession. He may not be as powerful as he was back when he wasn't subjugated by Shiemihaza, But you know he's still capable of causing devastation.

It's the rare time he shows genuine outrage, Such wild and unforgiving possessive anger.

You better hope you run far, Run fast, Run until your legs collapse from under you. Hide somewhere urban where his kin are unlikely to roam and hope to GOD Amaimon won't find you.

He won't give up. He'll never give up.

All in all, Make sure you stay away from rural areas. Hope to the lord that Mephisto likes you enough to let you leave like that and keep aware of your surroundings at all times.

Good luck!

[sonic-takeover]

Did anyone else see that? More importantly, did anyone misinterpret that? 😹

*Oh yes. The two hedgehogs don't notice, but the room goes silent as Shadow gets down on one knee. Shadow spoke so quietly, the partygoers had to strain to hear anything. When Sonic nods and kisses Shadow, Rouge screams at the top of her lungs, flying into the air in celebration as her piercing shriek of joy hurts everyone's ears. The rest of the guests join her, clapping and cheering. Shadow breaks his kiss with Sonic to stare around at them, startled* What the hell??

What the hell indeed!! We haven't even been introduced! Why is everyone cheering? *Eggman and Stone have come through a door. There are faint kiss-shaped lipstick stains on Eggman's face, mostly cleaned off. Stone is wearing the same color lipstick. Everyone ignores them*

*Amy is crying while Metal holds her* CONGRATULATIONS, SONIC AND SHADOW!! AUGH... YAYY!! I LOVE WEDDINGS!!

MY DADS ARE ENGAGED!! YIPPEEEEE!! *Silver picks up Espio, twirling through the air with him while Rouge flies in circles around them*

Woohoooo!! Congrats Sonic and Shadow!! Or shall I say Sonadow, hehe!!

Oh chaos... No, that's not-

Wait. *Sonic grabs Shadow's arm before he can correct anyone* ...... Let them.

What..??

It'll make Eggface so mad~

..... I knew I loved you for a reason. *He raises his voice* Thank you all!! We're glad to have your congratulations!

*Sonic kisses his cheek, giggling as Shadow grins for once. This feels... Right. Surprisingly so*

UGH!! How DARE you get engaged at my wedding!! *Eggman kicks Cubot, who yelps and yells above the cheering*

NOW PRESENTING THE HAPPY EVIL COUPLE FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME... IVO AND ABAN ROBOTNIK!!! Also known as Eggman and Stone!!

*The crowd cheers for them, but it's... far far less enthusiastic than when they cheered for Sonic and Shadow. Eggman huffs and sits down with Stone at their table next to the newer and more popular happy couple*

[greenandsorrow]

The Fox (1): In the woods somewhere.

Alastor x fem!fox!reader

A soul that doesn't belong in Hell finds sanctuary in the Hazbin Hotel.

"To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world."

~Le petit prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery

She couldn't remember anything but a blinding light, her head throbbing with vengeance and then... she was falling.

The girl had winced, she had been confused.

Wings open but she couldn't fly. Like Icarus she fell before she was able to witness the full beauty of being alive.

The recently returned overlord had been intrigued by her unusual presence and that's probably why he hadn't killed her at once. Her poor soul felt his demonic presence almost immediately...

Why of course.

The blinding light had belonged to the car that had hit her... She was still panting from the impact, but there was no pain now. She looked behind her, a fluffy, snow-white tail moving with her.

She heard the antique voice of the radio demon. Her newly acquainted, pointy ears turned to the direction of the sound.

"Welcome to Hell little one!"

She felt like he was trying to control and dominate her mind, with a frequency he could only muster. A sudden despair seized her.

"Hell?!"

The demon got closer, his expression becoming more predatory and less curious. Her heart started beating out of her chest, but he didn't make any moves to hurt her. His eyes were shining a bright red, dead light and he was uncannily tall.

"Let me ask you again. How did you get here?"

He could see that this girl wasn't the average sinner. She looked more like a winner, not that he had ever seen one up close, but that must be how they look like.

"I... I fell..."

His smile widened, but it was not a kind one.

"You're a deer?"

"You dared to call me that...?"

A sudden instinct overtook her when she realized the possible danger and she bared her canine teeth at him.

"You do have guts for a small creature.."

His tone was mocking her, belittling her, taunting her for her naivety. She had no idea who she was talking to, neither did she seem to know where she had landed. Her deep-set eyes were trained on him, the slight tilt of her head an indication of her confusion.

Alastor smiled, his eyes shining even brighter. He seemed to enjoy this little interaction. However, the hypnotizing effect of his voice wasn't working on her. She was scared, obviously, but that wasn't enough. This foxlike soul just couldn't be a sinner. Did that make her have any advantage over him? Surely not.

At first, he was surprised that someone like her would end up in Hell, but that didn't stop him from insisting talking to her, trying to decide if her soul would be a tasty meal.

The radio demon likes a challenge. He likes messing with others.

The girl was terrified. She felt defensive and her feisty attitude, coming from innocence rather than naivety, was amusing to him.

"I'll cut you in pieces deer."

Alastor moved even closer, smiling in a twisted way.

"That's really cute coming from a weak fox such as yourself."

He was getting frustrated. He wasn't having the effect he had hoped on her... and that light she was emitting... Despite it didn't do much damage, he did feel a mild burning sensation as he kept advancing closer and closer to his prey...

Foxes are predators. Deer prey. He had learnt that the hard way, but it looked like the tables had been turned now.

Her light was growing stronger and her teeth were still bared. He had enough teeth marks like those on his body from them... from the canines.

There was a sadistic joy in his voice when he spoke next.

"Awww, you're trying to defend yourself... How funny, maybe I should eat you for lunch instead of breakfast!"

"Where am I?"

The radio demon seemed annoyed.

"In a hotel, in Hell."

Her silence was deafening. She kept staring at him with a flabbergasted look on her face.

"This is a place where sinners are rehabilitated, apparently some want to be redeemed and accepted to Heaven. It is under control of Charlotte Morningstar, princess of Hell. You'll probably see her shortly anyway."

His gentleman like demeanor was a stark contrast to the violence he had seemed to be inspiring just moments ago.

"I see... Maybe if I stay here, I'll have easier access back home..."

But where was her home now? This had to be a nightmare... everything felt so surreal, but a knowledge deep within her was slowly coming to the surface. She hadn't made it when the car had hit her.

The demon's expression behind his eyes shifted to a more cold one. He was a breath away now, so that he could speak directly into her perked up, fox ears.

"You won't ever get back, that's not how it works. A home you say?"

He snorted.

"Your stay here is for eternity."

"I... I am not like you. You're the.. the evil one. I did nothing to deserve Hell!"

Her words had a childish desperation in them. Alastor was curious again.

"You claim that you're not a sinner?"

"I... I do, actually. I was... a... I'm a human... or at least I was one until a few... days ago??"

Winners never remember the details of their death. Everything fades into a blissful oblivion for them. Sinners, on the other hand, are forever left with a vivid memory of their last moments on Earth, no matter how painful they had been. This fox girl didn't seem to fit either category. The oblivious part maybe, but not with any blissfulness evident.

She was feeling lost. There was no point in trying anything. She was dead and she was in Hell. That's what a life kindness had earned her?!

The radio effect in Alastor's voice died down as he became more genuine towards her.

"A person doesn't end up here without being a sinner, so how is it that you're here? You certainly died my dear, but didn't you live a sinful life? No committing atrocious deeds? Such cruel judgment for you to be put here, even if you're half as pure as you appear to be!"

"Have you been here for a long time?"

"Indeed I have little fox! Long enough to have built quite a reputation for myself I would say! Hahaha! But don't you worry your pretty head over it..."

Her big eyes were studying him, but she still felt scared and betrayed from above.

"I'm Hell's most popular radio host, I've been around for years. Don't tell me you prefer the voice of modern podcasts..."

"I used to like vintage stuff when I was... alive."

His chest swelled up with pride and he adjusted his bow tie. Alastor seemed satisfied with her answer.

"Really now? That's a new one, I supposed people didn't like older things in this century. I was a a famous radio host as I mentioned before, not only in death but also during my life!"

For a moment, the overlord was genuinely interested in their conversation. She was a mystery to unravel, maybe even preserve, but he shouldn't even think about it... it would be too nice of him.

"A radio host? You come from... the thirties or something?"

"All the way back to the roaring twenties, my dear little one! I was broadcasting from Louisiana to all of New Orleans."

This girl was so easy to impress and her reactions were feeding his ego.

"That's where I'm originally from! How... how did you die?"

She couldn't have known that's not a thing people go around asking each other in Hell. She was just eager to form any kind of connection, so that she could feel less vulnerable and alone. Still, if Alastor's smile could fade, it would have when he heard her question.

"Not a pleasant tale, I can assure you... and it's not like we just met dear!"

"S- sorry in that case, it's just that... we both lived in New Orleans and we're both forest... spirits?"

Alastor tried to be mad at her, but he found himself unable of doing so. He was amused by her, getting apologetic so fast. The demon begun gently taking the conservation away from the sensitive subject.

"Well, yes. We are, but how does it matter if I'm a powerful demon that has deer characteristics... and you're a lil fox with some angelic traits?"

"You're self assured."

"Haha! No. I'm self aware."

A pause. Charlie appeared and Alastor slipped away.

"I died in the woods."

She had sneaked into his radio station, quick and quite like a true feline. Alastor had been unfazed. Her unexpected visit hadn't taken him by surprise not one bit.

"That's unfortunate."

His gaze was softer now, he was determined to find out what other conditions of her death eerily overlapped with his.

"Take a seat young one. Sooo, what happened to you out there?"

She had been spending all her time in her room, trying to bring back her memories. The faces were still blurred, her own name unknown. She was just a white fox with a particularly fluffy tail. That's what they had been calling her in the hotel, Fox, as if it were an actual name.

"I was... I was trying to save a fox cub that had strayed to the road..."

"You died trying to do something good?"

Alastor was puzzled. The more information he gathered about her, the more obvious it became that she had absolutely no place in Hell.

A sniffle escaped her and she hid her face, ears lowered. He felt a pang of sympathy that he immediately drowned.

"Such a noble way to go..."

The radio demon had gone for a sarcastic tone, but he had failed. His initial urge to corrupt that innocent, fragile creature had left him.

"I keep seeing lights... they could be the headlights of a car, a truck maybe..."

At that point, he felt a bit sorry for her, yet he wasn't going to cave in and show his real feelings.

"Let me put together what you have told me so far. A sudden light hit you while you were trying to save a fox cub and everything went dark after that?"

"Y- yeah..."

Her voice was small, her gaze averted and fingers fumbling with her tail. He felt a primal urge to protect her purity from all the cruelty that existed in the world.

But it was too late. Some driver had taken her life and Alastor hadn't exactly been an altruist while alive. But maybe, had she been born earlier and not in the nineties, he could have been the one behind the wheel. He could have been the one who saw her trying to rescue the baby fox. He would have stopped. She would have survived.

But who could guarantee that he wouldn't have turned her into another pretty corpse afterwards? It would have been so convenient, an empty road in the woods, already close to his hiding spot...

Would have, could have, should have...

He stared directly into her moist eyes.

"Do you remember anything that happened after that?"

"The fox cub died... I remember standing with it by our bodies."

That hit home. He had to watch his body getting mangled by the canines, even after his soul had been dragged out of it. He had deserved the karma. She hadn't.

"The fox died?"

It was enraging.

It was night. First, she heard the footsteps, then the sound of hooves- strong and unmistakable. Soon the sound of static and distorted voices filled the air.

A darkness set upon her room.

"Alastor?"

A growl.

"You don't act like you want to be redeemed you know."

A low grumbling.

She was scared shitless, but she was already in Hell and if he tried to get too close, he'd get burned by her light. His dominating aura became less pronounced as she sat there calmly.

"You want to join me on my midnight snacking?"

This new activity intrigued the radio demon enough for his demonic form to give way to his usual self.

"Is that a way of saying you're sneaking food in bed?"

She smiled and chuckled, the sound carefree and unguarded, the sound of a child sharing something she likes with a friend.

Alastor sat at the edge of the bed.

"Do you always terrorise the residents at night?"

He tried to laugh but all that came out was a sigh. The girl had noticed that his permanent smile rarely reached his eyes.

"You look tired."

Of course she could see in the dark.

He shrugged.

"I have been able to recall more details about my life..."

He tilted his head and got comfy on the bed, kicking his hooves and stealing her snacks as she started with her story.

"I was... camping with some friends from college... I had been hiking when I saw the cub in the middle of the street. Oh lord, I was so young... I-"

Her eyes welled up with tears and her voice got stuck in her throat. Surprisingly enough, Alastor was a good listener.

"You were indeed very young, with so much to live for. How could you just go save the fox at the cost of your life? You're much more selfless than I thought."

The girl broke down in sobs. She hugged herself, the little noises she was making were like those of a wounded fox whimpering. He now knew why she had that particular form. Despite that, things just kept not adding up. A young, selfless and innocent soul should've been in Heaven, made into an angel with fancy wings and all.

The radio demon wanted to comfort her. He patted her on the back.

"There, there, there's no need for crying, dearest! Smile! Scare your troubles away! I'm sure Heaven can't just abandon a nice, young lady such as yourself in this dreadful place! "

Her doubts about Alastor slowly faded away and she crushed into him, wetting his shirt with her tears as she did. Even though it had been the last thing he had expected, it wasn't unpleasant. The demon didn't push her away, his arms loosely wrapped around her as she curled up in his lap, crying rivers. She was burning him, but he didn't care to even mention that fact.

"You're safe little one."

"T- thank you scary deer..."

He started to lightly stroke her hair, while she continued whimpering and mourning, her soft body fitting perfectly against him.

"See how much of a different demon I can be from the average? Instead of looking for a fight, or trying to make a deal, I'm offering my help for free."

"You're a good friend..."

He knew he better not get attached, but he felt pleased that he had earned her trust without an ulterior motif. It was strangely rewarding.

"I'll miss you... I have this feeling that I'll be gone soon."

"You're happy about this?"

She nodded.

"But if you're going, then I guess... you could do me a favor?"

His smile finally reached his eyes.

"Don't forget our little moments, okay?"

"Okay... But you owe me a story about yourself in return..."

A kiss on her forehead had been his answer, as he quietly tacked her to bed and left.

She never appeared for breakfast the following day. Nor at his radio station.

He knew what that meant. She was were she belonged now. She had passed through the portal that he never would.

Silence felt more empty now, a void where she used to be. Alastor walked to the bed she had slept in and lied down. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his head, but she continuously popped up in his thoughts. Eventually, he sighed. He was at peace knowing things ended well for her. The demon chuckled to himself.

Days passed, but he always seemed to be looking for something. It seemed like he was hoping to spot her somewhere. He knew that one way or the other, he would need to accept that he wasn't going to see her ever again... Unless he somehow ended up in Heaven, but he had never thought about that before anyway...

Was it a valid reason to want to get redeemed so that he could visit her up there?

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