#--grounded were their respective partners. (and then in a twist both of those partners are ALSO insane but not in a traditional sense)

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

ok so we can All agree there was some insanely missed potential with the suprema siblings yeah? ok. here's them as lil babies feat. my headcanon that sunny was thoroughly unhinged and got into ALL kinds of shenanigans

[washeduphazbin]

Lady Hell II

You know what's happening bitches! Lady Hell, part II, is officially done; this follows the plot of Dad Beat Dad of Hazbin Hotel with a few little twists and turns thrown in there. Unfortunately, this made me want to write for Alastor

THIS IS FOR YOU @ledendarylearner18, @animequeen4 As Always, MINORS DNI

WARNINGS FOR SMUT: It will happen at the very end. Breeding kink, possessiveness, Alastor being a shithead.

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“DUCKLING!” Arms wrapped around your body, and suddenly, you were in the air. 

“Luci!” You yelped, hands grabbing onto his shoulders. Looking down, you saw his smile widening. Your voice caught in your throat, and you saw how his eyes were sparkling. It was the first light you’d seen from him in a while; it seemed like it wasn’t a depression day. “Are you okay?”

“More than!” he gushed, setting you down on the ground and planting a fervent kiss on your lips; another squeak escaped. “Guess who's eager to see me?” You tried to answer, but Lucifer’s bubbling excitement cut you off. “CHARLIE!”  

“Oh, Lucifer, that’s great!” You gave him a genuine smile, “for what?” 

“We’re going to visit her hotel!” 

“Me too?” 

“Obviously,” he waved you off fondly, “You’re one of the two queens of hell, and you’re coming.” 

“We aren’t even married, Lucifer.” You laughed fondly, and he shushed you. 

“It doesn’t make you any less a queen, plus...” he swallowed a bit shakily. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You cooed sweetly, leaning forward to kiss his forehead; he let out a shaky breath. 

“Lips?” 

“Of course,” You murmured, pressing a light kiss to his lips; his hand caressed your cheek, and you leaned into it.

Since your conversation with Lucifer a few months ago, both of you have worked on your feelings and expressed yourself to one another more clearly. Oddly enough, Lucifer reached out to Asmodeus, and he became your couple’s therapist; he was excellent at his job. You even got to meet his partner named Fizz during one session; the poor imp looked like he could shit himself when he first found you and Lucifer sitting in Asmodeus’s office…He was holding a box filled to the brim with sex toys. He let out a shaky “fuck,” as he attempted to bow with the box causing them to spill everywhere. Once he heard you snort out a cackle, it was all over; a pleased smile spread across Fizz’s lips, which had Lucifer looking at you in surprise. Not at the situation, but it was the first time since Lilith left that he heard you laugh as hard as you were now. The clown-like imp began cracking jokes, almost killing you with laughter; you found yourself leaning on Lucifer so he could support your weight. It made Lucifer chuckle fondly in response to your behavior, 

“What did I tell ya, Ozzy?” Fizzaroli flew over to his partner and wrapped his mechanical arms around his neck. “Anything can be solved with a bit of laughter.”

It seemed like Lucifer took those words to heart because ever since he’s been doing his best not only to show his devotion to you but also to make you laugh at the littlest things. He created new ducks based on the people he knew and little inventions to show off to you. It’s been a good few months; loving him again was becoming more effortless, and trust began to rekindle between the both of you. Snapping back to the present, Lucifer stepped away and cleared his throat, “We should get ready to go.” You could tell he wanted more but was stepping back for your sake; your heart clenched a bit, but you also understood. 

He wasn’t ready yet, and you respected that choice. 

“Of course,” you eyed his duck-themed pajamas with a giggle, and he looked at you, completely unaware of his outfit. “I’m always ready to go; you, on the other hand...” you flicked your hair with a wink. You watched his cheeks puff out in frustration, but he didn’t argue with you. It only took a few minutes for him to change into his signature look, looking embarrassed he didn’t notice his outfit choice sooner. 

“May I?” He held out his arm, and your hand gently grabbed his bicep. You tried to hide a giggle, feeling him flex beneath your hand; you loved your sweet idiot. A golden portal sparked to life in front of you, and both of you stepped through it. In front of you was the infamous Hazbin Hotel. Lucifer made a face at the establishment, and you lightly slapped his arm, 

“Luci,” your voice warned. “Remember, this is Charlie’s idea. Let’s keep that in mind.” He gave a slight nod and knocked on the door, and you could feel the excitement of seeing his daughter practically buzzing underneath his skin. The door opened, and Lucifer was greeted by a nervous-looking Charlie and the worst decorations you’ve ever seen in your life. With a slight flinch, you tried to give Charlie an encouraging smile. She was about to open her mouth to speak, but Lucifer immediately wrapped his arms around her. She let out a squeak as he greeted her rather awkwardly. She nodded at you once she was released from her father’s hold and cleared her throat. 

“Mom, Dad.” She greeted, fidgeting, “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” Keekee swarmed between Lucifer’s legs, and he cooed softly at her; once the demon cat recognized you, she immediately jumped onto your shoulders, purring sweetly against your cheek. You hummed, scratching her under her chin, 

“Hello, Keekeey.” She purred louder, and you watched as Razzel and Dazzel rushed over to Lucifer, loving the attention of their creator. Lucifer looked around the place, seemingly trying to find the appropriate words to describe the hotel. You winced, 

“Well, the place has a lot of character—what in the unholy hell is this?” he yelled, pointing to the bar area and its atrocious color scheme. 

“These are just some of the renovations we have done. It adds a bit of color, don’t you think?” 

“What is this? What are you, the bellhop?” You could see the demon’s lips twitch in a displeased smile; Lucifer sent a pout your way. 

“You may have heard me from my radio broadcast.” Lucifer may not have heard of him, but you certainly did. It took you a moment to fully recognize them. After all, it was your job to take care of things in Hell when Lucifer could not. Technically, since you were still a Sinner, the chills you felt down your spine from Alastor’s raw power were immediate. He spun Lucifer around in an aggressive handshake, causing Lucifer’s hat to almost be knocked off his head; “I’m Alastor. It’s a pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure.” You watched the man shake Lucifer’s staff, wiping his hand on his coat and allowing Lucifer time to fix his hat. Lucifer shot him a dirty look, “I’m the benefactor of this fine establishment.” He waved his hand around, “I assisted Charlie in making this place the amazing hotel you see before you. You are much shorter in real life.” His eyes drifted across your partner and then over to you, and you immediately didn’t like the look in his eyes. “Hell dear,” Alastor greeted with a bow, “My apologies for ignoring a beautiful woman like yourself.” You unconsciously flushed at his comment, and you heard who you assumed to be a spider demon make a surprised sound. He took your hand and pressed a gentlemanly kiss to your knuckles, 

“Ah, thank you.” You said shyly, a slightly uncomfortable twinge in your voice. In a weird combination, you could see his words were genuine but had no actual flirtatious intention behind them. Glancing back at Lucifer, you saw just how close he was; the frown and glare on his face were almost comical. His horns were just barely peaking through his head, “Luci?” You asked softly as Alastor dropped your hand. As soon as you were out of the deer’s hold, Lucifer picked you up and set you behind him. You squeaked in embarrassment, and Charlie cringed at the entire situation, looking at you desperately to ease the tension. You reached forward and wrapped your arms around Lucifer’s waist, resting your chin on his shoulder; you could feel the stress oozing out of his body like ichor. 

“I haven’t heard of you,” Lucifer scoffed with as much sass as he could muster, and you groaned internally; “I guess that’s why Charlie called this the Hazbin Hotel.” He laughed mockingly, and you looked up at Alastor, whose hands tightened around his microphone. The deer sinner laughed back just as mocking, 

“Actually, it was my idea.”

“Well, it’s not very clever!” Lucifer snapped, and you squeezed him tighter, trying to get his attention back on anything else. Another laugh as Alastor leaned down static was heard, and you couldn’t help but flinch, 

“Fuck you.” His dial-like eyes briefly flicked up to you with a wink. Lucifer growled harshly in a warning. Charlie looked at you frantically once more and changed your strategy, moving to step in between them, your dress swishing around your ankles. 

“Okay! Luci! I’m sure Charlie has more to tell you about the hotel, right honey?” 

“Yes!” Charlie squealed, rushing over to her dad and pulling him over. "This is the parlor.” She turned him to face the small living room area. Lucifer nodded tensely, trying to think of something kind to say.

“It looks lovely, dear.” You butted in saving Lucifer’s ass once again. She beamed at the comment, emanating rainbows and unicorns as usual, 

“Thanks, mom! You know, without Alastor, we wouldn’t have been able to pretty it up this much!” You wanted to facepalm; you loved her dearly, but like her father, Charlie genuinely had no self-awareness. The deer Sinner tilted his head, grinning somehow wider, 

“Charlie has a very unique vision. I am happy to fill all her bizarre requests.” Alastor walked over and placed a hand not just on Charlie’s shoulders but yours as well, his thumb rubbing tender circles into the flesh. 

Composure. Lilith taught you composure. That was one of the skills of a Queen of Hell. 

Lucifer had none of that as his glare intensified at Alastor, his lips curling into a grimace as Charlie thanked Alastor. “Quite an impressive young lady. We’re all very proud of her; you raised her well.” He looked at you with a charming smile, and your cheeks heated; unfortunately, that made your stomach flutter with pride. 

“Charlie, dear.” Lucifer growled, almost as if he could sense the Pride radiating off of him, making his blood boil, “Why don’t you introduce us to your other friends? Duckling, why don’t you stand next to me?”

“Oh, psh duh!” she ran over to Vaggie, pulling her over, “this is my girlfriend, Vaggie,” Charlie said hurriedly, waving her hand; Lucifer let out a surprised supportive laugh, 

“Oh, You like girls! So do I. We have so much in common! Put her there, Maggie!” Grabbing Vaggie by the hand and shaking it rather aggressively before pulling her into a hug. She looked like she wanted to cry out of happiness, “Duckling look! Charlie has a girlfriend.” You laughed fondly, 

“Yes, darling, I do have working eyes and ears.” You giggled sweetly as Lucifer brooded at your reaction, and both Charlie and Vaggie laughed in tandem. 

“She’s so pretty!” He motioned to her, and you nodded, 

“Yes, dear. VAGGIE is Beautiful.” 

Vaggie sputtered, turning red at both compliments, “lovely to meet you, sir, ma’am.”

Charlie then introduced everyone: “These are our guests, Sir Pentious and Angel Dust!” 

The snake, Sir Pentious, frantically stood up straight, sending a wobbly salute, “Your majesty!” He sputtered, falling into the tray of cookies. Angel Dust swiped one before turning to your partner and sending him a wink, 

“Hi-ya, short king,” Lucifer turned pink, shaking his head. You tried to suppress your laughter, which made Angel’s face light up. 

“This is Husk, our bartender,” The cat saluted with his two fingers, much more casually than his snake counterpart, “and Niffty, our housekeeper.” Loud, frantic skittering was heard from the small roach Sinner as she approached. The woman, Niffty, skittered up your partner like a tree and held onto the collar of his jacket/

“Hello! I’m Niffty,” she purred, batting her eyes. “I clean.” She twirled her hair between her fingers before she turned toward you and seemed to analyze you. Lucifer plucked her off and gently placed her on the ground before brushing off and straightening his coat. He looked over towards you, and you smiled softly, urging him to focus on Charlie; before he could speak, the chandelier crashed into the ground; you jumped closer to the nearest person, who, unfortunately, was Alastor. Lucifer cleared his throat, waving his cane around, 

“Alright then.” He looked excited as he turned to you; oh god, he was going to start singing, wasn’t he? 

“It looks like you could use some help from the big boss of Hell himself.” His shoulders bounced as he materialized a throne for himself. You turned red as he winked at you subtly; you always did have a thing for his confidence when he displayed it, “Check out daddy's glowing reviews on Yelp.”

“Five stars! Flawless! Greater than great!” He looked at you happily, but you looked in pain as you joined in.

“With the punch of a pentagram, I wap-bam-boom, alakazam! Usually, I charge a sacrificial lamb, but you get the family rate!” You appeared beside him as he wrapped both arms around you, and Charlie snuggled into your cheeks.

“Thanks, Dad!” 

“Thanks, Hon!”

He seemed only to grow more confident as the scene changed once again to a restaurant, “Who needs a busboy, now that you've got the chef?” Lucifer snapped his fingers, and Alastor appeared next to the both of you in a waiter uniform. His ears were pinned back, and your body tensed; his smile was strained in anger. 

“Michelin-tasting menu, free à la carte. I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref! Champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just to start!” He raised his cane in the air with delight as the scene changed once more, but not willingly by the King of Hell. His face contorted into one of confusion, then frustration as your outfit was altered into an old-timey ragtime dress. Lucifer snarled as Alastor pulled you close by your waist; he was speaking to Charlie while dancing with you. He seemed to look into your soul and dig up all of your relationship problems with Lucifer just by a single glance.

“Who's been here since day one? Who's been faithful as a nun? Makes you chuckle with an old-timey pun? Your executive producer.”

“That's true!” Charlie beamed as he spun you in to your daughter; she caught you with a giggle, 

“I'm your guy, your day-to-day. Your chum, your steadfast hotelier. Remember when I fixed that clog today?”

“I was stuck, thank you, sir!” Niffty chirped, snuggling up to Alastor. You gawked at the scene as Charlie acted as if this situation was a completely everyday occurrence.

“Oh, you!”

“I'm truly honored that we've built such a bond. You're like the child, the wife that I wish I had.” He pat Charlie on the hand and kissed you on the cheek, 

“Uh, what?” Lucifer choked in outrage, horns sprouting from his head as someone dared kiss what was his; warmth flooded your gut at his possessiveness. 

“I care for you, just like a daughter we spawned.” He nuzzled you close,

“Hold on now!”

“It's a little funny; you could almost call me dad.” He purred the end of the word towards you for the double entendre. You coughed, embarrassed; suddenly, the loud sound of a fiddle snapped you out of your stupor. Lucifer’s lips were a thin frown as he played his fiddle aggressively, but it still sounded phenomenal; a tendril shot out from beside you, and you were suddenly held against Alastors body as a piano fell on your boyfriend. You let out a horrified sound as you bounced on Alastor’s lap so you wouldn’t get crushed. Loud accordion sounds came from behind you, 

“Luci!” You breathed out a side of relief; his face softened momentarily looking at you, but he frowned when Alastor continued singing.

“They say that when you're looking for assistance, it's smart to choose the path of least resistance.”

“Others say that in your needy hour, there's no substitute for pure angelic power!” Lucifer’s wings spread wide as he shot into the air. Everyone looked at him in awe, including you, as you were pulled from Alastors' grip, and he held you tight, protectively. “Who just happens also to be your blood!”

“Sadly, there are times a birth parent is a dud. They say the family you choose is better.” Alastor, seemingly annoyed he couldn’t get to you, glared furiously at Lucifer.

“What a bunch of losers.”

“Can you butt out of my song?” 

“Your song? I started this!” 

“I'm singing it; I'll finish it!”

“Oh, you tacky piece of sh-” Lucifer dropped you unceremoniously on the ground, choosing instead to get right up into the demon’s face. Charlie rushed over to you, helping you to your feet as the side wall suddenly burst into pieces. Your arms shot out protectively around Charlie, your horns grew sharper, and your eyes flashed a dangerous color. 

“It's me, yes, it's me. I know you were all waiting for me. I'm here; what a gas. It took a while, but I'm present at last. It's me, it's me! Mimzy!” A sweet, plump woman stood in the rubble in a flapper uniform. You watched Lucifer blink a few times, 

“Who?”

The woman frowned, “Didn’t you just hear me?” She frowned a little at Lucifer. Once you assumed Charlie was safe and finally back in your regular clothes, you walked over to Lucifer and pulled him close by the arm. He tensed, looking down at you, who seemed disoriented and overstimulated. 

“You alright?” 

“Hmhm…” His frown deepened as he kissed the crown of your head as the woman talked to Alastor specifically,

“We can leave?” 

“No. Charlie’s worked hard for this; I’ll live.” 

“Cuddle time when we get home.” You purred, 

“Yes, please.” He smiled fondly down at you; his attention was only snapped back when Charlie walked over to Mimzy, asking about how close she and Alastor were. She flipped her hair,

“Oh yeah, we go way back! Ran in the same circles when we were alive.” Mimzy cozied up to Charlie, “You know this one used to frequent the club where I used to perform. He’s the only one I knew who could pound Whiskey like a sailor, then keep up with me on the dance floor.” She laughed, doing a little dance. Alastor made a sassy comment, as per usual, until she made eye contact with your boyfriend. Her eyes lit up in awe as she pulled Alastor down and whispered something harshly to him. Your stomach churned in a bit of protectiveness, and you snuggled closer with a slight grunt. He gave you a look before realizing what was going on, 

“Oh?” 

“Can it.” 

“Is my little Duckling jealous?” 

“I will kill you.” 

“No, you won’t!” He sang before Mimzy walked over, introducing herself with a giggle and a bow, 

“Pleased to meetcha Your Highness.” Lucifer looked pained as she spoke to him, 

“Charmed, I’m sure. My partner, (Y/n).” He nodded toward you, and you smiled sweetly, 

“Hello.” Mimzy frowned and chose to ignore your presence, almost acting like you didn’t exist. 

Having had enough of Mimzy and whatever this interaction was, you turned towards your daughter. “Charlie, dear, do you think a tour of the hotel is in order?” 

“That’s a great idea, Mom!” she beamed, breezing between Alastor and Lucifer, who declared he was going to join much to Lucifer's destain. This time, Lucifer kept you as close to him as possible and away from Alastor as much as he could; the deer seemed rather eager to try to grab your arm or hand to lead you down the hall. The tour was lovely, and Charlie looked excited as she shared her accomplishments at the hotel, no matter how small. You were so proud of her that you overlooked when Alastor had disappeared. Lucifer looked like he was zoning out and dissociating for most of it, which annoyed you. He wasn’t doing it on purpose, you knew that, but you weren’t exactly sure why he was so blase about the situation, especially when he was so excited this morning. Your hand interlocked with his, and you squeezed it; he squeezed back, snapping his attention back to the present as Vaggie opened the door to what seemed to be a balcony. 

“And we’ve almost been able to all of Angel’s drug stashes! Almost…” She laughed a little nervously as Charlie jumped in eagerly. 

“So once that’s out of the way, it should be much smoother sailing!” 

“That’s great, Charlie.” You beamed, and she smiled back just as brightly. 

“Well…uh…that is certainly something.” He waved his cane around, walking over to the edge of the balcony. You frowned at his behavior as Charlie hopefully asked, 

“So…what do you think?”

“About what?”

“The hotel!” She stressed as Lucifer began to sweat,

“Oh yes, it does look much better now, doesn’t it?” He chuckled uncomfortably, “Ya know? But I think this railing needs work, “one good push and you’d just go right over the edge!” He shoved you lightly in jest, and you cocked a brow. “Whoopie! Bye-Bye!” 

“What? No, no, the plan, Dad!” She groaned, almost desperate, “What do you think about using the Hotel to rehabilitate Sinners?” 

“Lucifer.” You warned, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. Your hand rested tenderly on his shoulder; he shoved you off to face his daughter. 

“Alright, I mean, look.” He clapped his hands together, “I love that you want to see the best in people, but these Sinners…you know, are just the worst!” You tensed behind him, shrinking in on yourself, and you saw both Charlie and Vaggie send looks in your direction. Even more self-conscious with those stares, your tail wrapped around your leg. “I, I don’t know how much you can realistically expect from them in Heaven.” He pulled on his collar, “Hohoo boy, Heaven is not as carefree as you might think. They have rules. LOTS of rules!” He stressed, “And they aren’t as open-minded as you’d hope.” 

“These are our people, Dad, I…I have to try. I mean-” 

He continued to make his point very obviously, forgetting that you were a Sinner too, “Our ‘people,’ Charlie, are AWFUL! They got gifted free will, and look what they did with it!” He motioned to the surrounding hellscape. “Everything is terrible! I just don’t want you to push yourself on the line for people like-” 

“Like who, Dad? Mom?” Charlie snapped, “Mom’s a Sinner. What does that make her?” Lucifer froze, turning to you, your arms wrapped around your body, hugging yourself, 

“I-I, well, she’s different.” He waved you off hurriedly, “She-” He was about to say more when a loud explosion was heard shaking the entire hotel. Lucifer moved quickly to grab you, pressing you against his chest in case the building were to collapse. “My point!” He gestured downward to the loan shark, shouting Mimzy’s name. Lucifer opened a portal, and Charlie, Vaggie, you, and himself stepped through it into the lobby. Mimzy laughed nervously, 

“I may be in trouble with some loan sharks.” Vaggie glared harshly at her as the hotel shook once again. The entire hotel exploded into chaos and fire; you dodged a piece of falling wood as Lucifer laughed, not at you, but at the situation. Lucifer couldn’t reach you, so you stepped back, bumping into Alastors' chest. His hand gripped your shoulder, and you noticed, even with the chaos, Mimzy shot Alasator a look. 

“Ya see, this is exactly what I’m talking about, Charlie!” Lucifer hummed, using this moment to emphasize his point cruelly. “It doesn’t matter how well-intentioned you are!” Charlie looked like she was about to blow a gasket, and you stepped forward to try to catch both of their attention. Alastor pulled you close so as too not to get crushed by another falling piece of debris. You murmured a soft thank you, and he smiled with almost a sort of genuine kindness in his eyes. 

“My dear, leave everything to me. It’s time I remind everyone why I’m here.” His claws dug into your shoulder as deafening static filled the air, “Just stay here, and you’ll be safe, darling.” Your eyes flicked to Lucifer, and the man didn’t notice, seemingly proud that his point was proven correct. You nodded, and Mimzy groaned, 

“Oh, finally! Took ya’ long enough!” 

The demon walked through the fire towards the entrance of the hotel, his microphone hitting the ground with a loud burst of green light, “A reminder to all not to mess with the radio demon!” Black tentacles erupted from the ground, spearing and slaughtering all the loan sharks who happened to be in his unfortunate path. Your jaw hung open in surprise, and Lucifer made a sound. Walking over to you and closing your jaw, Alastor grew in size, “I will devour every one of you!” Charlie joined you both at the entrance,

“Mhm, ya see? What did I tell ya? Charlie Sinners are violent psychopaths, hell-bent on causing as much pain and destruction as they can. There’s really no point in trying.” 

“Lucifer!” You snarled before Charlie could open her mouth; the man flinched, staring at you with wide eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shouted, tossing your hands in the air; his brow furrowed, and he went to open his mouth. You slapped a hand over it. “I think you’ve talked enough today; I don’t know why you think you're so much better than these people! My people, ME!” You emphasized pointing to yourself, “I’m a Sinner, or did you forget that because I’m with the oh-so-powerful King of Hell? I’m just like every single one of these people.” 

“You’re different.” He argued, 

“How?” 

“Because, uh, because…you’re with me?” He was trying to think of another reason, one that you didn’t already comment on, “Because you’re in Hell for something stupid. You’re kind and sweet and take care of your people. Of Charlie and me-” 

“So? You think I’m the only Sinner like that around here?” He winced, “Why can’t you just be proud of what Charlie is trying to do here? Lilith would be so proud of her!” Charlie jumped in with tears in her eyes,

“You know what? At least Alastor is defending the hotel! It may be a bit more sadistic than I hoped. But he’s doing it for ME!” she exclaimed. “How can he and Mom have more faith in me than my father?” She crossed her arms over her chest insecurely. You walked away from the two of them, and Lucifer seemed torn about whether he wanted to go after you or Charlie. 

“Oh, drama!” Angel cheered excitedly, and you pressed your fingers to the bridge of your nose, taking in a deep breath. You stood outside next to Mimzy, trying to give a small smile, and Alastor shrunk back to his standard size and spun his microphone around with a laugh,

“Oh, I missed getting to let off steam.” 

“Oh, Alastor! What a fantastic show! Bravo, as always!” She walked up to him, successfully ignoring you. “Thanks for helping lil old me outta a tough spot; you’re always such a pal.” She mused as you cocked a brow over at Alastor. You watched a beam fell from the ceiling and crashed onto the ground below, “Oops.” She let out a strained laugh as your smile turned into a frown, “sorry about the mess. But I’m sure the lil’ bug can take care of it for ya.” 

“I think you should go, Mimzy. Now.” 

“Oh pfft, Alastor always such a kidder you! You are so funny!” She hummed, 

“He said you should go.” Your fingers tapped against your arm in warning, “I would listen. You ruined my daughter's Hotel.” Mimzy gave you a dirty look, 

“Alastor, are you really going ta’ let this broad fight your battles for ya’?” She laughed, and you bristled,

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are?”

“What? Am I wrong,” She waved you off, “A Sinner climbing up the ranks of Hell by sleeping with the king and queen. There’s no better way to describe you than a common whore. Going after Hell’s most powerful overlord now, too,” she tutted motioned to Alastor. “It’s rather sleazy if you ask me,” The smell of smoke began to fill the air, and Alastor looked curiously at you; it was common knowledge that Sinners tended to look or, in some cases, have powers based on how they died. Fire licked at your feet, and the horns on your head grew sharper and longer; your tail flicked around dangerously behind you, 

“Say that again.” 

“You’re a slut.” 

With a growl, you lunged at her; your patience was already worn completely thin by every other event that happened today. She shrieked, trying to get behind Alastor, who sidestepped her with a laugh. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You don’t fucking know me.” You pinned her up against one of the wooden pillars that cracked under the force of your charge. You couldn’t help but wonder if you had not found Lucifer and Lilith if you would’ve been an Overlord. “You don’t know my relationship. And I will kill you if you ever come near me or my family again. Do I make myself clear?” 

Alastor looked at you curiously; then, you felt his tendrils wrap around your waist, pulling you away from the woman, uncaring how charred they would get from your flames. “That was quite the show, darling, quite the show!” He held you up in the air, and you growled, squirming restlessly, “Mimzy. I mean it. Much like the young Queen stated, you deliberately brought danger to this place. Just to have me clean up your mess. I can’t have that here.” 

“But you love takin’ care a’ me.” She rubbed her shoulders, “Just like now! Plus!” She took a step towards him, “You don’t actually give a shit about this tacky place, do ya?” 

“Say it’s tacky again!” You snarled, and Alastor held onto you tighter; he glared at the woman, 

“Come on. I know you.” Mimzy hummed, “You heartless son. Of. A. bitch.” 

“You’re welcome if you actually want to give redemption a shot. But I think we both know that’s not really your style. So you need to leave.” She sputtered out her displeasure at the conversion before marching away down the hill, flipping everyone the bird as she left. Alastor looked up at you, and you huffed in frustration, “Unfortunately, I couldn’t let you kill her. She’s still an old friend. I hope you understand, my dear.” Finally, the demon turned to Lucifer, whose jaw was hanging open, “I believe this is yours.” Alastor dropped you in Lucifer's arms, and he held you tightly, giving you a look of shock at your prowess. You refused to meet his eyes. His forehead met yours hesitantly; you reluctantly gave him a nuzzle back. 

Never stew in your anger, Asmodeus told you; always try to forgive. 

“Love you.” He whispered so only you could hear, 

“I love you too…” you said quietly. After a moment, you notice Charlie take a deep breath as he carries you inside. 

“Dad…just help me.” She said softly. He sighed, placing you on the ground next to him, 

“I…I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Charlie!” He grabbed her shoulders, with a slight tremor in his hands, “You don’t understand. Heaven never listens. They didn’t listen to me; they won’t listen to you.” He crossed his arms insecurely and stepped away from his daughter. 

“You don’t know that!” He whipped around, and you saw the tears brimming in his eyes, 

“I do!” he exclaimed loudly, looking over at you, and you nodded gently, mouthing ‘tell her.’ With a trembling voice, he began to finally communicate with his daughter,

“You didn't know that when I tried this all before.” With a ball of golden light, he walked over to take Charlie’s hands. “My dreams were too hard to defend, and in the end, I won't lose it all again. Now, you're the only thing worth fighting for—more than anything. I'll shelter and adore you more than anything.” He pulled her into a hug, his hands caressing her hair tenderly. She pulled away abruptly.

“Dad, I don't need you to protect me from this-” Charlie started, hands still interlocked, 

“I just don't want you to be crushed by them like—Like I was.” 

“Dad…” She murmured before taking in a deep breath. “When I was young, I didn't really know you at all; I always felt so small. But I heard your stories, and I was enthralled. Thе tales about your lofty dreams, I listened breathlessly, imagining it could be me.” She looked away from him, and you realized what day she was talking about. You could picture it so clearly. Lucifer showed her his latest creation, a small magic gold box. When pressed, it would explode in brilliant light before fading to a small duck swimming in the water. The duck soon shot up into the sky, spreading all six wings elegantly. You stood in the room beside them, smiling tenderly at the scene before Lilith picked up Charlie, pulling her away from her father. You stood frozen for a moment as Lucifer looked at you sadly. Lilith placed a hand on the small part of your back, and you walked out the door with her. You had sent Lilith a weird look before she shooed you off as well; just before the door closed, you saw he had sent you and Charlie a longing look before the door clicked shut behind you. You placed a hand on your heart, and it squeezed painfully in your chest at the memory, “So, in the end, it's the view I had of you that showed me dreams can be worth fighting for... more than anything. I need to save my people more than anything.” Lucifer gaped at her breathlessly before smiling, eyes brimming with tears. 

“I've been dyin' to find out who you are.”

“I've been waiting, wanting the same thing,” Charlie stressed,

“Looks like the apple doesn't fall far,” He teased, looking at Charlie before shooting you a look; you scoffed, shaking your head fondly. She wasn’t taking after you at all, just him. His dreams and his passions, you only wished he could see it. 

“Took you a while.” Charlie flushed,

“I've missed that smile.” He took her cheek in his hands, and she nuzzled into his palm, 

“All that I'm hoping, now that my eyes are open, is that we can start again, not be pulled apart again, 'Cause, in the end, you are part of who I am.” His wings spread out widely, and you saw everyone in the hotel, minus Alastor, look up in awe as a golden portal opened up above them. You smiled, blowing them a kiss, and Lucifer grinned, picking Charlie up into the golden sky he had created.

You all could faintly hear them singing, “I'll support your dream, whatever lies in store.” 

“And who could ask for more?”

“More than anything,”

“more than anything.”

“I'm grateful you're my daughter more than anything,”

“I'm grateful you're my father more than anything.”

“More than anything,” They both sang and pulled one another into a tight hug once they were back on the ground. Lucifer held out his hand, and you took it gratefully, pulling you into the hug to join them. 

“Aw, that was sweet.” Sir Pentious sobbed. You pulled away with a small laugh, watching as Lucifer backed away from Charlie. 

“Okay,” he sighed shakily. I can get you a meeting, but once you’re in heaven, I-We won’t be able to go with you.” He motioned to you, “Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” She took his hand and rested her forehead against his knuckles,

“That’s my girl.” He let out a nervous breath, and you put your hand on his shoulder. You kissed his cheek softly and reached out to peck Charlie on the cheek, too.

“You’ll be wonderful.”  

“Mom. Dad…I love you.” 

“I love you too, Char Char.” His eyes flicked to you, and he leaned forward to whisper something in her ear. Her jaw dropped, and she seemed to suppress a squeal, nodding rapidly and bouncing on the tips of her toes. He pulled back a hand wrapping around your waist, “Good luck, kiddo.” With a burst of red and gold flames, the two of you disappeared back into your home. 

He pulled away as soon as you materialized back to the castle; he seemed to be taking rapid, deep breaths, “Luci? Are you alright?” 

“I love Charlie so much.” He sobbed loudly, and you cooed softly in relief, 

“Oh geez, You big softy,” you laughed, opening your arms so Lucifer could bury his head in your chest. 

“I love you too! I’m sorry I was an asshole!” He whined, “You’re so hot!” 

“Now, how exactly does that correlate?” you snorted, “You’re sad, not drunk.” 

“I was stressed and depressed, and I took it out on you, our people, and Charlie! I don’t care that you’re a Sinner! Plus, that radio fuckwad was hitting on you!” 

“I know, Baby.” You cooed, already feeling better about the situation with his weepy apology, “I’m just happy you saw the light,” You placed your two fingers under his chin. He looked up at you, “And are reconnecting with Charlie.” He smiled, his face turning rosy red and his eyes watering once again. “No more tears,” you said sweetly, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling away. “I also can’t believe how jealous you were of Alastor.” His face twisted like he ate a sour lemon, 

“He was insinuating that I’m a bad father! That Charlie could just replace me!” Lucifer scoffed, “He was also insinuating that I was clearly a bad lover!” He poked you in the boob with his finger, “Which I’m not! I’m great!” He looked at you to agree with him, and when you didn’t nod right away, his flush turned to red anger. “HEY!” 

“I’m joking! I’m joking!” you cupped his cheeks. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone other than you and Lilith.” He nodded with a confident pout, his fingers twitched at his sides. “Let’s get out of these clothes, shall we?” He spoke softly; you raised a brow as his arms wrapped around your waist. “I want you to remember who you belong to,” He purred, eyelids drooping, tongue slithering out of his mouth. You made a surprised sound, 

“Now? Today? But earlier-”

“Fuck earlier. I finally get why Adam was so pissed I stole both his wives.” 

“Lucifer!” You scolded, red in the cheeks, 

“What?” His tongue lapped at your neck teasingly, “Is it so bad I need all of Hell to know you’re still my Queen?”

“No, I just,” You shivered, feeling his lips against your neck, “I want to make sure you’re comfortable- ah!” You yelped as he picked you up bridal style, your dress trailing against the ground. 

“Oh, I’m more than comfortable~” Lucifer churred, tossing you onto the bed, “Remind me, how do we feel about more babies?”

“Lucifer!” You laughed loudly, “You just reconnected with your only daughter, and you want more?”

“With you? Yes.” 

“Heavenly Father, forgive me; I have sinned.” You fanned yourself, “Sex before marriage, a baby out of wedlock.” 

“Hm.” Lucifer mused, his hand running up your tail, sending shivers down your spine, “A woman of God, huh? What would he say seeing you so easily tempted by the Devil?” he leaned close to your lips, 

“The others would punish me, I’m sure of it.” You just knew he could smell your arousal as his hand slid up under your dress, raising it above your legs, his hand squeezing your thigh. 

“And if the Devil gives you his spawn?” Lucifer’s hand trailed farther up, playing with the waistband of your thong; you nodded as he slid it down your legs. 

“Forced to repent over and over again. Shunned until I have the child, and then they’d regret ever saying anything. Because you’d slaughter them once the child was born.” You gasped, seeing his mouth at the center of your panties, a wet spot clearly already formed, 

“Hm, already this wet? Naughty.” He tossed them aside, leering down at you. “They’d see a baby with cute little horns and a tail, with rosy cheeks, and know it's mine. I’d kill them for thinking about hurting you. For taking our family away from us.” Lucifer purred, and you let out a needy whine; you felt yourself pulse around nothing. It’s been a while since you’ve been this turned on and even longer since you thought it towards Lucifer.  “Charlie would love a little sibling, don’t you  think?”

“Lucifer.” You whined loudly, your tail flicking around his leg, trying to pull him closer. “So mean teasing me like this,” 

“Mean? HA! Hardly.” He mused, “This is me being nice, but I can show you mean.” 

“No…” You wiggled beneath him. “I need you,” Lucifer’s eyes lit up as you cupped his cheek. He nuzzled his face into your hand, pressing gentle kisses to your palm. 

“I think I’ve made my sweet Duckling wait long enough,” he whispered, leaning down to rest his forehead against your own. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” Tears welled up in your eyes as Lucifer cooed gently, whipping them away with one hand. “So much.” 

“I love you more,” His tongue licked at your cheeks, and you heard him purr softly. You gasped, feeling his fingers probe at your entrance, “Let me show you how I ruined Eden.” The way you nodded caused him to let out a laugh as he slid down your body, his forked tongue finding your clit quickly, for there was nowhere he felt more at home than under a wet cunt. You moaned immediately at the sensation, feeling him slide a finger alongside his magic tongue. You saw his horns begin to peak out of the top of his head as he groaned into you, “You taste so fucking good.” Your thighs clenched around your face, and he slid another finger inside your pulsing walls; your hands shot up, grabbing at the now fully emerged horns. Lucifer growled as you pulled him closer to your core, “Harder.”

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy Lucifer.” You tugged him harder, and his mouth pulled away from your cunt for him to moan hotly, mouth wet with your slick. “Want to put a baby inside me?”

“Yes, yesyesyesyes.” He begged, claws digging into the plush meat of your thighs, “Please. Please. Please.” Lucifer panted hotly, scissoring his fingers inside of you, stretching you nice and good. “Want to give you a baby so bad,”

“Bad boy. We aren’t even married,” You teased, bringing back your point from earlier. 

“I’ll marry you then!” He shouted, shooting his head up with tired eyes, “Second Queen of Hell, Beside me and Lilith, standing equal.” Lucifer bit his lip, “All of Hell will know to keep their eyes and hands off you.” You paused, embarrassing wet, pulsing on his fingers, “I have a ring and everything.” He rambled, sticking a third finger inside you, “Gonna ask in front of Charlie, but-”

“Did you just propose with your fingers in my pussy?”

Lucifer paused, his entire body froze, “Oh fuck.” You both stared at each other, “I promise this wasn’t the plan.” He whined, “Hrmph-” Lucifer’s eyes blew open as you smashed your lips against him. He tasted like you, and you couldn’t care less.

“You’re such an idiot. Of course, I’ll marry you.” You laughed, pressing your forehead against his, “Now make me scream so all of Hell knows who I belong to.” His pupils shrunk into slits as his finger pulled out of you, and you whimpered at the empty loss; you weren’t empty for long as you were immediately filled with his cock. You both groaned at the sensation, and your head tilted back into your pillows, toes curling; you didn’t even see him get his pants off. “God, fuck yes,” You mewled and whined, “it’s so good.” 

“I’m going to fuck you dumb.” He hissed, his tail protruding from his hips, wings unfurling behind him. “You won’t remember your name, and I’ll make you a drooling mess.” 

“Yes,” you begged. “Please, please, baby. I need you. Move, please.” 

“Anything for my future Queen.” He purred against your neck, sucking marks into the supple skin; his hips moved, and dragged himself slowly out of you. You both groaned in harmony at the sensation before slamming himself back into you, immediately hitting that spongey spot inside of you. You squeaked, eyelids and pussy fluttering; Lucifer’s crown smoked as he snarled, ramming into your body as you went loose against him. Your tongue lulled out of your mouth as he pistoned in and out of you at a brutal pace, immediately bringing you closer and closer to your peak, “You’re going to cum so many times, be prepared; I won’t be done with you until I make sure you’re pregnant.”

“Fucking Hell, Luci!” Your voice broke, clenching around him, cumming quickly for the first time that night as he chuckled. When you came down from your high, you looked at him with tired eyes, feeling him pulse inside you, his dick beating like a heart.

“You still remember where you are? I’m not doing a good job, am I?” You mumbled something incoherent as he snickered, pressing a kiss to your lips and shoving his tongue in your mouth. With shaky arms, you wrapped them around his shoulders as he moved slowly in and out of you, dragging against your oversensitive walls deliciously slowly.

“You’re gonna fill me up?” He nodded, groaning hotly against your mouth, “fuck me stupid, so I’m only thinking about your thick cock?” 

“Yes,” Lucifer hissed out a groan, hips bucking, causing your eyes to flutter into the back of your skull. “Going to fill you up, make you a mom, have another baby,” He panted, pulling away from your mouth to rest his forehead against your shoulder as his voice cracked.

“Good boy. Such a good boy for me,” Your toes curled as he hiked your legs up to rest on his hip bones. The new angle has you seeing stars behind your eyelids; it allowed him better access to your G-spot and better access to your clit with his fingers. “FUCK LUCI!” That combination seemed to spur him again as you came for a second time, clutching around him in a trembling motion while arching your back. He snarled, grabbing onto your breast, manhandling it roughly as your orgasm rocked through your body; he pulsed once before spilling deep inside you with a heated moan. His body is quivering, holding you, hips to hips, and you feel your womb fill up with his warmth. It seemed Lucifer was the one who was fucked dumb, mumbling and whining with his oversensitivity. “You okay? Need water?” You ask quietly, moving up to touch his cheek; he nuzzled against you with a low purr but shook his head. He cracked his eyes open with a cheeky look, 

“Just making sure it takes.” 

“God, you’re gross.” You tossed your head back with a laugh, “It’s going to take more than one time probably…Plus, who knows if it is even possible? I’m a Sinner, and we can’t have kids normally-”

“I’m built differently.”

You snorted, “Who taught you that phrase? Fizz?”

“Unimportant.” Lucifer’s face turned red, “We’ll keep trying until it sticks; after all, if I’m known for one thing, it’s breaking the rules.” He grinned, his tongue flicking out, teasing you before he let out a slight hiss, “Stop clenching around me, Duckling; you’re going to kill me.”

“Just milking you, making sure to get every last drop.” You teased lightheartedly before you squealed, “Did you just cum again?”

“Stop.” He whined loudly, “That was hot!” You burst into laughter as Lucifer pouted as he weakly slid out of you. Using his fingers to push his seed back into you, arching your hips up higher, you rolled your eyes fondly. 

“Lucifer?” 

“Yeah?”

“Did you mean it?”

“Whatever do you mean? Which thing? I say a lot of things!” 

“That you want to marry me? Start a family?”

“Oh, my sweet thing,” He dropped your hips, and with a bounce, he was hovering over you, his wings spread wide, looking like the angel he once was. “Of course, you’re my fiance; you did say yes,” Lucifer kissed your lips sweetly, “No takebacks.” He mumbled against your lips,

“As if I ever would.” 

[gabessquishytum]

so Persephone Hades AU, but I am working on a classic studies degree, so I gave it a twist from the original original myth and added Dyspoina.

Hob finds a consort, and this being Greece where its socially acceptable to kidnap your partner, he does that.

Dream is none to happy about this and refuses the food of the dead, because once the gods hear about what happened, they will be looking for him, and he has no plans of styaing hell.

Well Hob is regretting his choices by kidnapping a spoiled prince for a new husband. But he's a bit shocked to see that despite Dream refusing to eat the food of the dead, Hell still seems to be accepting Dream as a new ruler and bending to his will the same as Hob's.

So for a while it seems to be a stalemate where Hob just wants Dream to accept the title as consort and Dream is just waiting until someone upstairs finally thinks to look in Hell.

Well Hob finds himself in Hell's library and the rules are simple, if a book or story is lost to time, it ends up in the library, which is where Hob finds a nifty little book where it explains that Dream is the child of two gods who were associated with death, and Dream at one point being so feared that his name has been forgotten to time because speaking it was one of those omens that brings Dream to the speaker.

But, because this is the lost library, Hob finds his name and goes to find his husband. He attempts to blackmail Dream as a sort of "imagine if people found out their little flower god was really a death omen"

but Dream is actually taken aback Hob isn't turned off by Dream's past Devinity. Hes lost countless lovers to it, and he had a hand in killing his name sense he was tired of people fearing him. He asks Hob if it really doesnt bother him that he, Dream, is an omen of death, and Hob says "What exactly will that do to me? In already the god of the dead. Its not exactly a work hazard to meet a death omen."

Dream practically tackles Hob to the ground and they are all over eachother in minutes. Dream finally (finally) met someone who doesn't fear him, and Hob got his consort.

Ahh this is excellent! Emo Omen of Death Dream feels very in character. He’s tried to reinvent himself as this harmless little nature god but he’s just… he’s very emo. Even before he was kidnapped he used to mope around being all sad and dramatic. It’s one of the things that Hob finds endearing about him!

So yeah, Hob isn’t entirely surprised by the revelation of Dream’s previous identity. It makes a lot of sense, and surely it’s a good thing! Dream will thrive spending time in Hell with the dead, who already serve him with great love and respect. Instead of hiding from his true nature, perhaps Dream can finally embrace and learn to love himself as he is?

Honestly Dream is just relieved. He finds Hob very attractive, despite the whole kidnapping thing. Hob has really tried hard to make the underworld a good home for Dream, and he genuinely feels like he can breathe for the first time in a very long time. So he gladly throws himself in Hob’s arms and agrees to become his consort. On the condition that he will be able to leave Hell and visit him family in the land of the living. Hob agrees readily enough, relieved that he’s finally persuaded Dream to stay (for at least some of the time).

As god of the dead, Hob also has dominion over everything that lies under the ground. He is, therefore, the richest of all the gods, and he can deck his new husband in freshly mined silver, and beautiful jewels. Dream’s crown glitters with diamonds, and he sits happily on his throne at Hob’s side while the dead pay homage to them both.

From then on, it’s always Dream who enters a room before Hob. He is an omen of death, after all. It’s his duty to let everyone know when his husband is on his way.

[celestiall0tus]

Long Road - I See You

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            Tikki rose from her sleep. She stretched and paused seeing Marinette was gone. She flew up and saw only Gimmi curled up on the chaise. She headed towards the door downstairs when Gimmi stirred.

            “What troubles you?” Gimmi asked.

            “I need to find Marinette. She’s missing.”

            “She’s with her mother on the sofa. They fell asleep watching a movie.”

            Tikki flew over to Gimmi. “What happened? Is Marinette ok?”

            “No. Her heart is troubled. Would you help me think of a solution?”

            Tikki tilted her head. “I can, but aren’t you, well, him?”

            Gimmi stared ahead, then looked down. “I’m not quite sure what I am yet and yet there is some understanding that doesn’t make sense. Things I shouldn’t know but do. That sort of thing. And yet I can’t make any sense of it all.”

            Tikki hummed and sat beside Gimmi. “I don’t quite understand, but I’m here to help.”

            Gimmi nodded. She shared the concerns that Marinette had and the burdens that now weighed on her heart. Tikki looked away at the mention of Adrien.

            “This is… worrisome,” Tikki admitted.

            “I was afraid that was the case. What should she do then?”

            Tikki grimaced. “I… I feel like I would say she should push through, create something new from these revelations. Build something new and beautiful from it all, but something feels off. I want her to pursue love, but something just isn’t right.”

            “Is it the boy?”

            “Maybe? But it couldn’t, right? Marinette fought for a year to overcome her anxieties and everything just to win Adrien’s heart. Admittedly some of her methods were questionable, but she should be able to enjoy the reward, right? Surely, she does still love him, and he loves her.”

            Gimmi looked at Tikki, then at the floor. “That feels… wrong. At least, how you worded it. Is it really a reward one should pursue? Isn’t love supposed to be a mutual feeling that both pursue? Did both pursue it?”

            “Well, I mean, yes? It was a whole thing that got really complicated. They didn’t know each other’s identities and it caused a big mess. Chat Noir loved Ladybug, and Marinette loved Adrien. Then after so many rejections and other stuff, it switched around. Then Adrien loved Marinette and Ladybug loved Chat Noir. But even at that point, Marinette wouldn’t herself love Adrien despite him liking her. Then they started dating and there was more nonsense about being able to show affection and… and….”

            Tikki looked at Gimmi, whose face was twisted in utter confusion.

            Tikki chuckled nervously. “Yeah, it was a mess, but that’s love, right?”

            Gimmi’s face returned to a neutral position as she looked at the floor. “That doesn’t feel right either.”

            “What do you mean?”

            Gimmi’s eyebrows knotted. “Well, love is… equal.”

            Tikki gasped silently. She looked at Gimmi and saw a light in Gimmi’s eyes she had seen many times in Velze’s own eyes. She waited with bated breath for Gimmi to continue.

            “Love is… acknowledging your partner, friend, family, anyone. You respect who they are and what they want. You want them to be happy, but also for yourself to be happy. The truest of loves being honest and open. You know everything about the other and hold no judgements or harsh connotations about the other.”

            Tikki watched as Gimmi’s eyes lit up and smiled. She smiled as Gimmi slowly floated up and twirled.

            “Love is accepting the other as we are. We don’t change those we love but embrace their true selves. We don’t take away what they add to this world but lift it up as high as we can. Let the world see what we love and admire so much. Be their wings to help them soar, but also their anchor to keep them grounded and not lose themselves.”

            Tikki’s jaw dropped as lights formed around Gimmi. Gimmi shut her eyes and spun around. The lights shifted between every color of the rainbow and shaped into hearts. Tears welled in Tikki’s eyes seeing some lights flare out of Gimmi like a mane and tail.

            “Love is… freedom. It is letting those you love to be free to live as themselves. To be free to be yourself. Love is setting them free, not keeping them caged. Love is finding happiness for the other, even when they aren’t around. To wish the best for them, no matter where life will take you both.”

            Tikki smiled and flew up. She grabbed Gimmi’s hands and spun around within the light show. Gimmi looked surprised, then smiled with a familiar warmth. She knew it well; it was Velze.

            “Love is unbelievable,” Tikki said.

            “Love is reasonable,” Gimmi continued.

            “Adventurous.”

            “Hesitant.”

            “Peaceful.”

            “Frustrating.”

            “Love is fantastical.”

            “Love is real.”

            Tikki and Gimmi pressed their foreheads together as they laughed.

            “Gimmi?”

            “Yes?”

            “Do you have my memories?” Tikki asked.

            “I don’t.”

            “Then look into them. See what I have over the year and judge for yourself what needs to be done.”

            Gimmi nodded and closed her eyes. She delved into Tikki’s memories of Marinette. She bore witness to the long year Marinette spent obsessing over Adrien, stalking him, keeping him from all potential romantic partners, attempting to stomp out the feelings just to fall again until they were finally together. She watched the mess of them dating with Gabriel keeping them apart, the dysfunction of their communication, and forcing themselves to move at an uncomfortable pace due to their friends.

            The lights faded away. Tikki and Gimmi stopped and openly cried.

            “Is this what she thinks love is?” Gimmi asked.

            Tikki bowed her head. “I’m sorry. I failed.”

            “Not in the way you think. You couldn’t be what you are now. None of you could.”

            “Will you help her as you had with us so long ago?”

            “I… will?”

            Tikki grinned and hugged Gimmi. “Thank you. Thank you for everything.”

            Gimmi furrowed her brow. “You’re welcome?”

            Tikki flew back and bowed. “I’m going to return to Marc. Will you tell Marinette that I’ll see her soon?”

            Gimmi nodded. Tikki nuzzled her, then left. She remained in the room as dawn’s light poured in.

            Gimmi was unsure of what Tikki asked of her. What did Tikki mean “as she had with us so long ago”? Why did Tikki bow and had a sudden shift in compliance? She was certain Tikki would be upset and push back as Ivan had, but it was absent. An uncomfortable feeling rose and consumed her.

            Gimmi flew down to Marinette’s vanity table. She inspected herself in the mirror. A tiny white body, cicada wings, and big sea green eyes. There was no mane, tail, horns, or many eyes. She was herself, she saw it clearly, but the feeling remained. She reached out and touched the glass. Her reflection shifted to that of Velze. She gasped and flew back as her reflection returned to normal. She shook her head and returned to the chaise.

            Gimmi knew who she was. She was Gimmi, kwami of reality and shell of Velze. She wasn’t him. She was him only in concept, nothing more.

[durgesupremacy]

[fic update] they Rest

Enver Gortash x Durge (Solace), part 5.

*

Solace wanted to tell him everythng then and there, all their favorite kills, their best work, their bloodiest deeds. The bright-eyed detective who delved too deep into the sewers. The captain all those years ago who they hung from the mast of his ship, face twisted and frozen into a perfect scream. The tiefling child.

They didn’t. They felt the rushed intensity of the feeling and though they weren’t quite sure what it was or how it worked, they recognized it as impulse, and Solace knew to be wary of their impulses. Still, they felt the want. The only ones who’d known about Solace’s deeds outside of the temple had been at the other end of their blades. Even the assassins regarded what little they heard of Solace’s kills with fearful respect. Nothing like admiration. The butler admired them, sure, but Sceleritas was a sick and twisted thing who shared Solace’s gruesome disposition. Gortash had no reason to appreciate the murder and yet he did. If Solace wasn’t so disciplined, they could’ve drowned themselves in the feeling.

Instead they ate, content to rest in Gortash’s office, or perhaps to wander back to the temple at daybreak. Their elven body needed little rest. But the night carried on and they watched Gortash continue to pour through his work, eyes bleary, head heavy.

“You need to sleep.” Solace broke the silence.

“I told you not to interrupt me.”

“You’re falling over in your seat. You’ve been muttering the same few phrases for the past ten minutes.”

“Leave, then, if it bothers you.” Gortash spared a moment to glare at them, but his annoyance was weak through his fatigue.

Something occurred to Solace. “This is why you get stuck during the day. You’re not rested enough to focus. Are you always pushing yourself like this?”

“This is nothing.” Gortash stood then, annoyance giving way to anger. “I am perfectly well and I will sleep when I am tired. Leave me in peace.”

Solace bristled. Stubborn, arrogant man. He was tired already. “Fine.” They stood and looked towards the door, considering their options. They’d thought their partner reliable, and he had been. But now they knew. He could be better, if he only looked after his stupid mortal needs.

Instead of walking out, Solace walked over to Gortash and drove their boot into his chest. He crashed to the floor along with his chair.

Gortash pushed himself up, fuming. “What”—

“If you’ll sleep when you’re tired, then you’ll spar until you’re tired.” Solace went in with their elbow and Gortash deflected them, but it was sloppy. “Assuming you’re doing as well as you say, you’ll put up a good fight.”

“How dare”—

Solace drove the heel of their palm into his throat and Gortash choked mid-sentence. “If you can hold me off for seven minutes, I’ll leave you to your neurosis. But if you go on like this, you’re sleeping even if I have to knock you out. I need you at your best. Do we have a deal?”

“Fuck you.”

“That wasn’t a ‘no.’” Solace’s next strike went low into Gortash’s ribs.

Seven minutes. He didn’t make it to five. Gortash was weary hours ago, but Solace was freshly fed and strengthened by the rush of their hunt. They could’ve gone all night. Solace moved fast and pressed their every advantage. Gortash seethed with silent fury but his blows were imprecise. His anger burned through what was left of his energy and he soon hit the ground again, Solace restraining him with ease.

“Sleep. You’ve lost.”

“I haven’t lost yet.”

“Yes, you have.” Solace loosened their hold and let Gortash struggle for a moment before pushing him down again, bracing his chin with their forearm and forcing him to meet their eyes. “Six hours ago, you might’ve won. But you can’t perform in these conditions. Ignore the needs of your body and someday you’ll doom us both.”

Though Gortash’s gaze remained stubborn and firm, he could no longer avoid Solace’s point and he knew it. He slackened under their frame and Solace eased up, pulling him to his unsteady feet.

“I haven’t locked up the room,” he said.

“I’ll take care of it.” Gortash had extra security measures go up when he slept, but Solace remembered. They’d helped him redesign them, after all. “Rest.”

Scowling, Gortash stalked off to his quarters while Solace started attending to the security wards. They half expected him to find some way to busy himself still, but soon enough they heard his breath shift to the steady pace of sleep. Working their way around the room, Solace briefly wondered about Gortash’s paranoid caution. He had the best defenses money could buy. He was strong. He slept alone. But remembering the deep sleep of humans, Solace could appreciate their ally’s fears. Solace had private quarters at the temple, but there was no such thing as security in a hive of assassins; if they slept as humans did, they’d likely have been killed long ago.

Solace’s mind drifted into fantasy. How pleasant it would be, to slaughter would-be assassins of Gortash in his own office.

Once they finished setting up the wards, Solace curled up on the couch. An extra security measure in return for his trouble. They went into their trance.

***

Gortash awoke. He was comfortable, sprawled on the finest sheets, the least-utilized piece of his luxuries. He was better rested than he’d been in months.

Gods, what was the time? Gortash cursed and slowly rose, mustering the will to move with urgency. His office had an alarm clock of sorts, designed to go off when the sun rose. But despite his windowless sleeping quarters, Gortash felt that the sun must have been up for several hours at least. Damned Bhaalspawn. They must’ve switched it off, in their commitment to sabotaging his daily routine.

Gortash threw on his coat and opened the door, only to find Solace at his desk. He wasn’t quite awake enough to be eloquent with his words.

“The hells?”

“Ah, you’re awake.” Solace put down some papers and looked up at him. “Good. I’m running out of the business of yours that I know how to do.”

“What in Bane’s name”— Gortash snatched up the papers on top of the desk, only to find evidence of his morning duties almost fully complete. Finalizing of supply orders and inventory, condensing of intelligence reports for future appointments, identifying the day’s most urgent tasks, suggesting amendments to his schedule—all in Solace’s handwriting, but it could’ve been Gortash’s mind. He started at them, dumbfounded.

“Why are you so surprised? I’ve seen you do this time and time again. You talked it through with me at least once.” Solace took the papers back and stacked them neatly. “Though now I know you only needed my help because you were mad from lack of sleep. Don’t waste energy torturing yourself. You have more important things to do.”

Gortash ought to end the alliance then and there. Or punish them, at the very least. They had no right to challenge him as they did, much less to take on his work themselves. But his heart wasn’t in it. Though Gortash had lost hours of his day, his mind was clear, his thoughts calm.

Solace crossed a line. But they’d helped him. And seeing Solace’s disheveled hair and the dried blood on their hands, Gortash knew they’d taken their trance here. They’d armed and disarmed the security and done work that wasn’t theirs to do, at the cost of spending the night on his couch. He swallowed his pride and allowed it to be eclipsed by appreciation. They could’ve left him exposed. If they really wanted, they could’ve killed him in his sleep. Instead they took up his duties.

“You did well,” he said. Solace gave a slight smile and shook their head, standing up.

“I should go back to the temple. I have work of my own.” They went for the door. “I expect you to try and get better sleep, going forward. Just don’t get soft.”

Despite himself, Gortash chuckled. “Don’t get lost.” He found himself wanting to say something else, to keep them there. But he couldn’t think of the words.

Solace left. The severed arm was still on the table, vile and elegant in the light of the late morning sun.

*

Guess I should start linking to the rest: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

[aquaburst3]

Yesterday I posted some polls about which Disney Princesses people ship the overblot guys with. The results are in, so I want to go over them quickly.

The Winners

Riddle: Alice Leona: Belle Azul: Ariel Jamil: Jasmine Vil: Tiana Idia: Meg Malleus: Aurora

My Thoughts on the Results

Some won by a huge landslide like Riddle/Alice, Jamil/Jasmine, and Idia/Meg. I'm not too surprised about these results, since they're the heroines of their respective movies. Though, I'm a little taken aback by how much Jasmine won Jamil's race since I thought some of the other results would be more popular like Esmeralda, Moana and Cinderella.

But there were some surprises and close races. Snow White came close to edging out Tiana near the end, but Tiana was still came out victorious. Belle came close to winning Malleus' race for awhile. Leona's pairing results were the most dicey. At first, Mulan was the winner, but then Belle overtook Mulan several hours before the polls closed.

Most of the results make sense and I can see why others chose them. Tiana and Vil both value hard work and are quite determined. Leona and Belle have the Beauty & the Beast thing going on. Same goes for Malleus/Belle (the second place winner for him). The only one I'm baffled by is Leona/Mulan coming in second place in his race. (People who picked that option, why did you choose it? I'm genuinely confused about that one.)

As for my own thoughts on these choices? Like I said, I can see the logic in all of them minus Leona/Mulan in second place, but don't fully agree with a couple of them. Vil/Tiana is cute, but I ship her with Azul more. However, Tiana is my second choice for Vil. Leona/Belle isn't my first choice, but I can sorta see it with them being smart outcasts and her calling out his BS. However, I ship another with him more. I don't see Vil/Snow White (the second place winner for him) at all. Snow White is pretty much a female version of Neige, so she'd get under his skin extremely fast for the same reasons Neige does. The only way I can see this maybe working is in an enemies to lovers situation where Vil at first compares her to Neige, but then learns to see her as her own person and comes to like her more, even then I'm not sure. But, eh. I think even these could be interesting in the right story. If you like those options, to each is their own. The others on this list I have no complaints about.

My Own Choices

(As a side note, all of this applies to twisted OC versions of these characters too, so their partners can be of any gender. But I'll be mainly referring said partner with female pronouns to make things less confusing.)

Riddle=Alice (aged up)/Luz from The Owl House Reason: Riddle needs someone who's free spirited, smart, creative and is able to call him out before he flies off the deep end. I can see Alice providing that. I can also see him grounding her. This same reason also extends to Luz from The Owl House if she was isekaied to that world instead, since his storyline is similar to Amity's.

Leona=Eilonwy (aged up) Reason: Leona needs someone who is fiesty, confident and bold, but at the same time is able to stand up against him and call out his BS. Kinda like Kris from @thosebrookfieldgirls's Thorns and Ink series. I can see an older version of her providing that. On the flipside, I can see him stabilizing and grounding her more headstrong nature.

Azul=Tiana Reason: He and Tiana have a lot in common. They are both ambitious, hardworking and goal-driven people, who want to open their own restaurants and face adversity for reasons beyond their control. Tiana faced adversity thanks to her race while Azul was often bullied for being a fat octopus merman. I can see them connecting thanks to that. Tiana would calm down his "Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss" tendances while being able to understand where he's coming from. Azul needs a partner who would help him accept and love himself, even the fat version of himself in the past, which I can see her providing too. I think Tiana needs someone who can keep up with her and push her to reach her goals, which he definitely would. Once Azul works on his dubious business practices, I can see them being a cute couple and even possibly opening up a restaurant together.

Jamil=Jasmine or Moana Reason: This first one is sorta like Aladdin/Jasmine except without him lying to her constantly. Both he and Jasmine feel trapped in their current circumstances and want to escape. I can see him finding her drive to want to help her people and be a just ruler admirable. They are both clever, smart and athletic with a love of dancing and singing. Jamil needs a more extroverted and down to earth partner, who's able to bring him out of his shell and help him relax. I can see her providing that. Jasmine is a sassy, clever and outgoing girl, who is still capable and down to earth so that he wouldn't feel like a babysitter around her like he does with Kalim. Plus, she would also help to bring out his fun and mischievous side. Jamil in return would be able to ground her and help her to long term plan better. Him being a poor servant would also help her to expand her worldview and understand what life is like for others outside of her palace. She would get along with Kalim and his family really well. Imagine Najma telling her embarrassing stories about her brother. Moana shares a lot of those same traits, too. Plus, him having a foreign partner would be rather fitting considering one of his biggest wishes in life is to travel around the world.

Vil=Belle Reason: They both deal wrongly perceived notions about their character, becoming outcasts and having hardly any friends. Vil is perceived as a heartless villain by the general public when in reality that's not the case while Belle is seen as the town oddball. They similarly are rather bookish, being rather close with their single fathers and have mothers who died. (I hc that Vil's mom passed away when he was very young hence why he always talks about his father, but never about her.) Belle would see Vil for Vil, instead of as just a celebrity and influencer. He would do the same vise versa. She also wouldn't put up with his harsh and overly critical judgement calls, even when he has a point, helping him to learn to say his points in a less cruel manner. He would help her to become more bold and reach her full potential. Once Vil works on his flaws, I can see them getting along and falling in love much like Adam/Belle.

Idia=Meg Reason: She's sassy, wicked smart and confident, which are all qualities that I think would make up his ideal partner. This especially goes for a twisted version of her or in a modern AU where they can possibly be as big of a nerd as he is. Meg would be able to balance him out, bring him out of his shell and make him go out and have fun. He would be able to ground her and help her through her own issues like with her exes. She would be a fun big sister figure towards Ortho. What can I say? Nerd and popular person romances are fucking adorable.

Malleus=Aurora Reason: Malleus is super lonely. He has no family outside of Lilia, his retainers and his grandmother. Everyone is afraid of him thanks to his powers and aura. Hell, even my friend @stormkitty97 made a comment about his dorm room seeming rather barebones compared to others like Vil, ADeuce, and Cater during one of our vc writing sessions, which is a great show don't tell way of showing that issue. He desperately wants a friend and even a partner who isn't intimidated by him, seeing him for him. He also needs a partner who is kind, understanding and open minded. That's why he values his relationship with Yuu so much in the game, since they fit that description. Honestly, I can see Aurora fitting that description if they befriended each other and then fell in love.

Conclusions

This was a pretty fun social experiment. This gives insight into what others think these guys' ideal partners would be like. Thought exercises like this help me as a writer in order to determine what types of people could get into a healthy romantic relationship both for TWST and my original works. I hope that there'll be more content shipping these guys with Disney heroes and heroines in the future, because that sorta content needs more love in this fandom. I might do another one of these polls for the other characters sometime.

If you want to see content for Malleus/Aurora, Azul/Tiana, Jamil/Jasmine, Idia/Meg, and some of the other pairings I've mentioned here, stay tune for the stories in the These Twisted Tales series by me and @stormkitty97 over on AO3. Stories featuring all of the pairings that I mentioned that I like here minus the Riddle one will show up in it eventually. These are standalone love stories where each of the overblot gang falls in love with a Disney Princess and goes through each of their respective fairytales. The only ones out right now are Malleus/Aurora and Vil/Belle. They're all rated teen on AO3, so they're all safe for work.

As for Jamil/Jasmine, my own Yuu, Adriana, resembles Jasmine a lot personality wise (along with Tiana and Cinderella). Adriana and Jamil share a similar dynamic as Jamil/Jasmine. So if you love Jasmine/Jamil and want to see more content with them in a way, check out my own fic series and are 18+, Take Me to Twisted Wonderland series on AO3. It's a canon rewrite where Night Raven is a university, so everyone is aged up a few years and all of the NRC and RSA students are 18+ adults. I promise this ISN'T a word by word retelling and will have a ton of twists and turns along the way, including a different final boss, totally different Ignihyde/Diasomnia arcs and no Mickey or weirdass dreams.

Like I said earlier, because these stories are set in a university, the writing will reflect that and be more mature/adult, especially compared to the official English version. These stories will include things like drinking, smoking, sex, and other such activities that happen in universities throughout this series, especially in the later entries, to make things more realistic. If you are under 18, don't read them.

Write in the replies or comment about what Disney characters you can see these boys dating and why? If you voted, who did you pick and why did you make that choice? I'm genuinely curious.

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

For the WIP fanfic author ask game -> 🍄♻️🤔 ? (from @virgeandhis-pocket-protector)

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

Sanders Sides+Inside Out= To Know Every Side of You. Which is ironic because Sanders Sides is really similar to Inside Out, but I wanted to take the idea of Everyone Has Emotions from Inside Out and apply it to Sides. This one has been made...difficult in the last year or so because I was diagnosed with OSDD. Part of the inspiration of this fic was my experience with "my own Sides". There was that huge trend that took the fandom by storm and I was so confused because "what do people mean, making Sides? Mine were just there." So I was playing on that idea and now I kinda wanna go back and rework the world building because in retrospect it was heavily influenced by my experience as a system. While Sanders Sides is very similar to my experience and has helped me a lot in many ways, including with working with my system, it isn't a wholly accurate representation of being a system so I do want to take care to make those distinctions.

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

I have several WIPs that I am bouncing around with right now, there are at least three that I've worked on today. So going from those, a scraped idea I had was an installment in the Parent AU set in which c!Thomas was dating Roman because in the rush of inspiration and wanting to try writing things I haven’t written before I forgot Nico existed very temporarily and have since written Nico into the story as the love interesting and recast Roman as a brother in law.

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Ooh. This one. I've had this idea that would go along with my Parent AUs set, that's sort of Hallmark-esque, but gay. The idea being that these two people (guy and girl of course) meet up in the midst of some tragedy in which they are each unexpectedly left their siblings' kids. Their parents are each pressuring them to give up the kids to them, on the grounds that they're single and not ready to be parents.

The two main characters each fight against their parents to honor their respective siblings wishes. And upon meeting and realizing they're in the same boat, decide to get married. Mostly to spite the parents. The twist here, of course, is that they do not fall in love as they are both gay and/or ace. Instead they legally stay together just to make things a little easier as far as custody, while dating their own perspective partners in the meantime.

I don't know how any of this would work muchless end, but it is a thing I think about.

[batsnsnakes]

A Deer Starts Things Again

Part 2/2, where a bat goes hunting for a snake that went hunting

Content warnings: Intended fatal, same-size/slightly larger(?) prey, un(?)willing prey, vampires doing what vampires do (which in this case includes brief mind control)

[part 1] | [part 2]

Rex expertly twisted and banked through the thick trees of the inner forest, his bat form not only giving him flight but agility as well. And he was running through every curse he knew, both new and archaic, in his mind as he did.

He should have been suspicious the moment Rocket said he wanted to spend a day out. Where else would he have gone? Why else would he have preferred Rex not go with him??

If Riza, their downstairs neighbor and resident slime creature, hadn't seen him trying to slip discreetly deeper into the forest while she dozed on a branch, Rex would have never known...

He should have asked Rocket where he was going. Almost half a day had passed before Rex had considered maybe he needed to go look for him... He wanted to respect his boyfriend's privacy, but at what cost??

Maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe he really was just hunting... But Rocket knew how Rex felt about him hunting in the deep forest! How he felt about Rocket... hunting... people.

Like you're any better, a cruel voice hissed silently in his ear. If you hadn't found Rocket all those months ago you would have committed another murder yourself.

Rex was pulled out of his dark thoughts by the smell of Rocket's blood suddenly getting stronger.

It wasn't a literal scent trail that Rex was following, he was more so tracking his partner through... the connection they shared. The moment Rex had tasted his blood a special link had been formed.

Rex couldn't really explain it. Up until now, he hadn't had a connection like this with anyone. Not even with the self-proclaimed "vampire queen" who had turned him.

It was easier to think of it as a scent.

Rex circled a few times, pinpointing the direction Rocket's trail was leading him, before quickly swooping in that direction.

He was close!! He--

The trail ended, and was strongest, at the foot of a great maple tree. Rex fluttered up into the branches quietly, clicking at a high pitch as he tried to find his partner's hiding place with his echolocation.

There was someone at the bottom of the tree, evidently resting from how little they moved, but... Something wasn't right.

That wasn't Rocket. But his scent was there...

Rex took off from his spot in the branches, fluttering over into the clearing the tree was at the edge of. He determined a spot to land and transformed back into his human form in a puff of shadow, dropping almost silently to the ground.

He could see now that the stranger napping at the bottom of the tree was a centaur of some kind, the bare human torso that lay on the ground ending in a furry body. He was gripping a pile of leaves like a pillow, and had a blanket of white and tawny feathers spread over his animal half, making it impossible to tell what kind of animal served as his legs.

Slowly, Rex crept forward, but his caution faded as he heard the man's gentle snores... and his concern rose as Rocket's scent intensified. Was this centaur somehow Rocket...?? Had he gotten cursed???

Well, there was one way to find out.

"... Excuse me?"

At the sound of Rex's voice, the centaur jolted awake, giving a bleating cry of terror and stumbling to his feet. Rex took a step back in surprise... Just to see that what he thought was a blanket were, in fact, wings. Wings that flared out in surprise and fear, revealing... a very, very full deer stomach.

This wasn't just a centaur. It was a perytaur. It was a carnivore.

Rex didn't waste time thinking. If his instincts were right he had little time to act before the perytaur bolted like the deer he was.

Rex lunged forward with a hiss, sailing through the air and colliding with the man's human torso, sending both of them sprawling to the ground. Before the perytaur could react, Rex was sinking his fangs into his neck, the vampire drawing deep pulls of his blood.

The perytaur squealed in terror, trying to force Rex off of him, thrashing and shoving, but it was too late. Rex had gotten what he needed.

As quickly as Rex had grabbed him, suddenly he was letting go and backing up. The perytaur's hand flew to his neck, but there was no wound, the bite mark sealed as if it had never been.

The deer-man took a few steps backwards, hand still covering his neck, shaking violently as he kept his big brown eyes fixed on Rex.

Rex flung out his hand, eyes flashing with a red glow as he harnessed the new power he had over this stranger. "Stop!!"

The perytaur froze in his tracks, down to the tips of his fuzzy ears. Those watery eyes stayed locked on Rex, and the vampire could see the red glow of his own eyes shared by the buck's, his magic taking hold.

"Now... LET HIM GO."

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Rocket was surprised that he wasn't scared.

But then again, it kind of made sense. He was a firm believer in doing what it took to survive after all.

He simply had lost to a predator more capable and clever than himself. He respected that.

Sure, it was sad that Rex would miss him. But now, the deer boy would be able to stay alive for the people that loved HIM. It was only fair.

Besides, he thought to himself, there are worse ways to go, than in such a warm and soft place.

He wasn't even hurting or anything. The only part of him that felt anything other than cozy was the bump on his head. He had assumed becoming someone's meal would burn and sting and hurt until the bitter end. But everything was warm and soft and warm and soft...

Until suddenly everything began tightening around him.

Oh dear. This is where it starts to hurt.

Rocket closed his eyes, ready for the burning... and instead felt his world pitching again. His head suddenly was moving upwards, away from where the rest of his long body coiled, and Rocket mused to himself that this was the exact opposite of everything he had expected.

The squeezing suddenly eased around his shoulders, and he was blinking in the light of the bright moon shining through the gap in the foliage.

"Rocket!!"

"Rex...??" Rocket muttered, using his hand to wipe away saliva from his face. He was laying on the grass now, and his tail was slowly following.

"Keep going!" he heard Rex bark, and then he was being scooped up into familiar arms. "Rocket... Oh stars... I'm so glad you're okay."

Rocket smiled warmly up at his tearful vampire boyfriend, reaching up to play with his hair. "Rex! What are you doing here?"

"Saving your sorry ass!!" Rex suddenly snapped, dropping him back into the ground. Rocket yelped, his snakes hissing unhappily.

Rex got back to his feet, starting to pace as he fumed.

"What were YOU doing out here?!" Rex hissed, making Rocket shrink slightly. "You know how I feel about you doing this!! If you're hungry, I can hunt for you!! You don't need to come out here and... And perpetuate this cycle of barbarity!!"

Rocket couldn't meet Rex's gaze, guilt and hurt overpowering him.

He hated when Rex talked like this. Saying he shouldn't provide for himself. Calling him barbaric. Looking down on him like this... In this case, literally.

Rocket opened his mouth to reply, to defend himself, to fight against the flames in Rex's eyes-- but was interrupted by the tip of his tail falling to the ground.

And then the sobbing began.

Rocket and Rex were both stunned into silence. Slowly, Rocket turned, knowing what he was about to see but no less shocked when he did.

The perytaur that had taken him down, had proven his cunning and strength in outwitting a Naga on the hunt... had collapsed to the ground, his human torso hunched over in a self embrace as he was wracked with full-body sobs. Tears and snot dropped down to the forest floor, onto what had been a very cozy-looking leaf bed, that had now been scattered by gangly deer legs, which trembled as the rest of his body did.

Rex felt his fury fading, replaced with shame.

He... He hadn't been expecting this. He hadn't wanted this...

Slowly, Rocket righted himself, and the perytaur was so distraught that he didn't even seem to notice. Not until Rocket was right beside him, and was gently resting a hand on his shoulder.

The perytaur blanched, trying and failing to stand up and move away, hooves slipping on the scattered leaves as he looked at Rocket in terror.

"Shhh, hey, it's okay. I promise it's okay," Rocket said softly, reaching up and gently petting the man's fluffy hair, the same tawny color as his wings. He made his own snake hair duck out of the way, hoping to seem as non-threatening as possible."It's all right. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

The deer didn't give any indication that he understood, tears still streaming down his face as he looked at Rocket in fear, flinching every time his hand came near. Slowly, however, he seemed to adjust to the sensation, and he relaxed, his soft ears slowly perking up.

"There you go," Rocket said with a soft smile. This little buck really was so adorable. "You're okay. I'm sorry we hurt you. But it's okay now. I promise."

Rocket suddenly had an idea, and quickly reached into a pouch on his belt. The deerman's ears instantly went back again at his sudden movement, but he was more nervous than truly frightened now.

Rocket pulled out a few strips of dried meat, grinning proudly. "My emergency jerky! For when my hunts go long!" Rocket's smile turned sheepish as he held them out. "It's... It's not much, for folks our size. But I hope it helps make this up to you."

The perytaur sniffed what Rocket held out to him, and his face lit up. Food!! Before Rocket could consider taking it away again, he quickly snatched them out of Rocket's hand, shoving a whole strip into his mouth and swallowing it without chewing, sharp un-deerlike fangs flashing as he did.

Rocket laughed, shaking his head. "No, no they feel much more filling if you chew them! They're tough, so you chew them a long time, and it feels like you're eating a lot, see?"

Rocket pulled out another strip, tearing off a bite with his teeth and chewing it with apparent relish. "Mmm! Good!"

The perytaur watched dubiously, but after a moment of hesitation, mimicked Rocket's bite-and-chew maneuver with one of the other pieces.

"See? There you go. Good." Rocket resisted the urge to pet him again, smiling slightly. "I'm sorry I can't be your meal today, but Rex needs me. I hope that will help until you can find something else."

Rocket straightened up again and turned around, catching Rex's eye for a moment before his vampire turned away.

"... I'm really sorry Rex," Rocket finally said, his hair snakes all drooping. "I... I'm sorry I--"

"It's okay," Rex quickly interrupted, though he still wouldn't look at him. "I mean-- It's not, but... We can talk about it later." He hunched over slightly, as if some weight was settling down onto him. "... I want to go home."

Rocket slithered forward, taking Rex's hand, who squeezed it gratefully.

The pair turned to go the way Rex had come--

Just to hear a rustling behind them from the maple tree.

They both turned in surprise to see the young man standing up, poised to take a step after them. When he saw them turn back and look at him, his ears pricked to attention, but he didn't back off. Although still tearstained, his face betrayed no fear.

"... Yeah. We're leaving. You can go back to what you were doing," Rocket reassured him, gesturing with one hand. The perytaur watched his hand move, before turning his gaze back to Rocket's face, looking expectant as he took another bite of his jerky.

Rocket glanced at Rex, who shrugged, before they took a few more steps.

They had reached the edge of the clearing when, instinctively, they looked back.

The deerman hadn't fallen any further behind, tailing them at that same distance, moving silently through the undergrowth. When he saw them looking back at him, he quickly turned as well, ears flicking, as if expecting them to have seen something behind him.

"... Rex...?" Rocket said uncertainly, glancing over at him.

Rex shook his head slightly, a strange, almost pained look on his face.

Rocket looked back at his predator, heart giving a twinge.

Maybe... He had been wrong.

Maybe this man had no one to stay alive for but himself.

"... I mean we do kind of owe him for almost traumatizing him," Rocket finally said, shrugging as he glanced at his boyfriend.

Rex chewed on his lip, looking between Rocket and their new shadow dubiously. "... You want him to come with us? After what he--" Rex fell silent at Rocket's look. Rex might have about 200 years on Rocket, but somehow the Naga looked so much older.

... And in a way he almost was. Rocket was part of something much older than Rex was. The magic and creatures that existed in this forest had come to be long before the ways of man, the ways that had been all Rex had really ever known, until Rocket.

"... All right. He can stay until my next hunt. I'll give him a good meal to make up for the one I took, and then he returns to where he belongs," Rex said softly, before turning back towards the trees.

Rocket sighed softly, but was wearing a smile when he turned back to their new friend, who gave a small squeak in response.

Yeah. He would end up where he belonged.

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

Eyes blazing red hot now turned to glare down at him. It was as if Hell itself opened their gated and unleashed their flaming fury from within those wide harrowing eyes. “I know of your kind, not very many of you are the trustworthy sort!” The Vampire King, however would keep his hellish gaze trained upon the newcomer, clawed fingers flexing, bones popping “....But, you have my attention. Tell me, how do you intend to deal with this matter?”

As Crimson Embers weighed down upon the cloaked man, even tall as he was physically, he did not waver nor stagger... if anything, he stood his ground, as slate-colored eyes met the Vampire King's gaze...

...a stony, resilient gaze that began to glow with an equal-yet-opposite bitter chill of Azure, flecked ever so slightly with an Amber akin to a predator's gaze... for while the being who stood at the foot of the throne of his Ally's Father-in-Law-to-Be was indeed a Fae, he was no ordinary one... rather, he was a Lord in his own right, of a heritage as noble and long-storied as the purest of Vampires', and tied to the root of his own kind's source as Dracula was in kind; a Fae Descendant of The Wild Hunt itself.

...All the same, while he did not bend or break, in will or in eye contact, the Lord of the Fae bowed politely all the same, if not so deeply as most, before he answered Dracula's query - speaking not as a rival or a supplicant, an adversary or a beggar, but as a respectful equal; one who understood the power and weariness alike of Lordship, and wished to offer his aid with grace and eloquence.

"...the boy is rough, boorish perhaps, but not a lost cause; and though he is rebellious and flippant, are not most children around that age, when they do not understand? I do not mean to presume, Sir, but as a parent I have no doubt you have dealt with some shade of that fact before... merely punish him, no matter how grievously, and he will resent it... but I have trained many of all ages over the many years and many faces of my past, and I understand that what he needs to change is not the stick, but the carrot... allow me to educate him, give him a new role model and mentor to look to, and I will not only occupy him against further misdemeanors but offer alternatives for him to focus upon."

The fellow Lord held out a hand to his side, as a small owl with oddly matte-blue eyes flew in, depositing a wooden staff covered in still-living foliage to its grasp, before resting atop its knotted tip... the Fae again speaking up once he held the twisted tree proudly, yet without aggression - for in its own right the act of using a tree as a staff was a part of his heritage, and a clue to the Vampire King as to his true nature and origins.

"...in truth, while his prior actions were rash and uninformed, Finn has already sworn to protect Alexander's family - both to make amends for his mistake as much as on the merits of his own ethics; punishing him further may make sense from one perspective, but from another simply wastes another resource that could be better spent protecting your progeny and her chosen partner; a gamble, for some, but not with my tutelage directing and refining the child. He already hosts a great power, not dissimilar to that of my own kind in nature, which is largely responsible for his survival thus far in light of your curse, but left unchecked there is no telling what he may do, much less become... and while cutting is always one option, there are other methods of polishing a rough gem until it shines. I merely wish to show my worth - my own Court is allied to that of your Daughter's Fiance, after all, so you may rest assured I have no reason to cross you, and every reason to reassure you that I wish you and your family no harm. I only ask you allow me to work with him properly in order to correct this current series of poor decisions before more are made."

[myth01s]

tw: slavery, death, violence

WHERE IT BEGINS

He could not remember much of his childhood, except that it was filled with love from his parents and a lot of scolding from his tutors. Born to farmers in their humble abode in the cold dreary night, Tuah had thought that he would become just like his parents; his hands deep in the rich earth and his back against the hot sun as he provided for himself and his family. As he grew up, however, he found he had a passion for the delicate art of Silat, a Malay martial art that moved as though you were dancing with your partner, but still packed strong deadly blows, so he decided to learn under one of the most influential teachers during night time while still working in the paddy field during the day. Under his tutor’s tutelage, he went for a position to be one of the laksamana, an admiral for the north king as soon as he was of age. It took him years to prove himself capable of protecting the beloved sultan, time and time again that he had proven himself to be worthy of his comrade’s respect and trust, though that was not to say that some did not despise his influence on the court and as the sultan’s constant aide at a young age. It was then that they devise a plan to rid of Tuah once and for all, and they had hired a man from a foreign land that rumoured to be skilful enough to wipe out an entire platoon in a blink of an eye.

Little that they knew that the man would bring havoc to their once peaceful kingdom.

He remembered that night as if it was yesterday; Tuah stood in the middle of an open field, shaking to his bones as he was face to face with a demon with a face of a man; fair skin and hair the colour of the hot sun, his eyes were as bright as the day sky. He watched his comrades fell to the ground one by one and painted the earth red, and still, he could do nothing but to watch. Then the man sauntered forward, taking one step at a time at his own leisure. He tried to move, but his feet were planted to the ground, shaking still. Words were spoken, but his ears could not catch what had been said, deafening with his blood rushing through his head loudly. He remembered the pain the seeped through him around his neck. He remembered screaming, though it felt like his voice was lodged tightly in his throat, before feeling his body went limp and everything went dark.

The next memory was of him waking up at the lowest deck of a slave ship, shivering from an aching hunger that he had not known before. The smell of sea salt burnt his nostrils in the months to come, so was the fear that reeked from those that were held captive. All in the name of gold, gospel, and glory. What lucid memories that he had at the time were filled with ‘corrections’ from his new master, his sire, alexander.

Days passed and turned into years, then decades. Before he knew it, Tuah had spent a century of his new life following the footsteps of his sire, all in the while the seed of revenge in his heart blossomed to a dark twisted tree with its branch jutting out of his still heart as moments passed. He had never made it a secret that he hated his sire with all his heart, vowing to end his life one way or another. His sire, in his arrogance and mockery, laughed at his attempts of killing him and dismiss Tuah's hatred as childish. It was a mistake on his sire part to underestimate one who was consumed with grief and grudge, as it soon became his undoing.

Now without his sire, Tuah wandered aimlessly, going from one country to another and making a habit not to stay in one place for too long, afraid to rouse suspicion among the locals as he did so. Until he met with alexander’s sire, Eleanor. Through Eleanor, he slowly learned to accept what he was, though the journey was arduous for both. He learned to accept those who were around him, despite the mistrust he still held deep within his heart. He learned from his lovers to love again and let himself be loved, letting their sweet nothings washed over the dark thoughts that consumed his days and nights.

He learned of forgiveness for others and eventually for himself, even though he felt that he did not deserve such mercy.

[storiesinmyribcage]

⤕ Supernatural AU: Backstory

tw: mentions of slavery and violence.

He couldn’t remember much of his childhood, except that it was filled with love from his parents and a lot of scolding from his tutors. Born to farmers in their humble abode in the cold dreary night, Tuah had thought that he would become just like his parents; his hands deep in the rich earth and his back against the hot sun as he provided for himself and his family. As he grew up, however, he found he had a passion for the delicate art of silat, a Malay martial art that moved as though you were dancing with your partner, but still packed strong deadly blows, so he decided to learn under one of the most influential teachers during night time while still working in the paddy field during the day. Under his tutor’s tutelage, he went for a position to be one of the Laksamana, an admiral for the north king as soon as he was of age. It took him years to prove himself capable of protecting the beloved sultan, time and time again that he had proven himself to be worthy of his comrade’s respect and trust, though that was not to say that some did not despise his influence on the court and as the sultan’s constant aide at a young age. It was then that they devise a plan to rid of Tuah once and for all, and they had hired a man from a foreign land that rumoured to be skilful enough to wipe out an entire platoon in a blink of an eye.

Little that they knew that the man would bring havoc to their once peaceful kingdom.

He remembered that night as if it was yesterday; Tuah stood in the middle of an open field, shaking to his bones as he was face to face with a demon with a face of a man; fair skin and hair the color of the hot sun, his eyes were as bright as the day sky. He watched his comrades fell to the ground one by one and painted the earth red, and still he could do nothing but to watch. Then the man sauntered forward, taking one step at a time at his own leisure. He tried to move, but his feet were planted to the ground, shaking still. Words were spoken, but his ears couldn’t catch what had been said, deafening with his blood rushing through his head loudly. He remembered the pain the seeped through him around his neck. He remembered screaming, though it felt like his voice was lodged tightly in his throat, before feeling his body went limp and everything went dark.

The next memory was of him waking up at the lowest deck of a slave ship, shivering from an aching hunger that he had not known before. The smell of sea salt burnt his nostrils in the months to come, so was the fear that reeked from those that were held captive. All in the name of Gold, Gospel, and Glory. What lucid memories that he had at the time were filled with ‘corrections’ from his new Master, his Sire, Alexander.

Days passed and turned into years, then decades. Before he knew it, Tuah had spent almost a century of his new life following the footsteps of his sire, all in the while the seed of revenge in his heart blossomed to a dark twisted tree with its branch jutting out of his still heart as moments passed. He had never made it a secret that he hated his sire with all his heart, vowing to end his life one way or another. His sire, in his arrogance and mockery, laughed at his attempts of killing him and dismiss Tuah's hatred as childish. It was a mistake on his sire part to underestimate one who was consumed with grief and grudge, as it soon became his undoing.

Now without his sire, Tuah wandered aimlessly, going from one country to another and making a habit not to stay in one place for too long, afraid to rouse suspicion among the locals as he did so. Until he met with Alexander’s Sire, Eleanor. Through Eleanor, he slowly learned to accept what he was, though the journey was arduous for both of them. He learned to accept those who were around him, despite the mistrust he still held deep within his heart. He learned from his lovers to love again and let himself be loved, letting their sweet nothings washed over the dark thoughts that consumed his days and nights.

He learned of forgiveness for others and eventually for himself, even though he felt that he didn't deserve such mercy.

[nana1000night]

Dragon Riders AU

pairings: （skinny）Stevie rogers/reader

warnings: reader is a short and chubby and she's a dragon shifter,swearing, reader is a soft dark type

This is from @caplanbuckybarnes her challenge list. I love you baby!!🥰🥰

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

In fact, this guy didn't know how the ritual success.

He saved a newborn baby dragon, them became friends until her family brought her back.

When he failed the contract ritual for the fifth time. Everyone mocked him to his skinny body and his ambition. He didn't know why those dragons refused to make a contract with him. Is it true that they think he's too weak to became their rider, their partner?

Until he came for the training camp the sixth time, when the commander refused to let him in, they heard dragon roar.

The earth was shaking, Steve could hear his heartbeat ringing in his ears. He almost failed to the ground. Until he heard someone called his name.

“Stevie!!” A giant, scary yet beautiful red dragon landed in front of him. Her eyes shining like honey, she closed her wings, and downed her stares. The most important, her voice sounds familiar…

“Primrose? Is that you?” Stevie squeaked out

“Gladly you doesn't forget me, Stevie.” Her voice is soft and joyful.

“You…you growled up. And you're a beautiful dragon now.”

“You think I'm beautiful? Aw, Stevie, it's the most sweet compliment I want to hear!”

“Hey, what's going on here? Who let the dragon comes out?” Stevie watched you narrowed your eyes, and turned to him again.

“So, Stevie. Do you want to make a partner contract with me?”

“You, you want? I thought you've already have a partner.”

She shoot her head, “Of course not, silly. I'm waiting for you. I was flying to Brooklyn, until this bastard caught me and prisoned me in the arena.” She greeted her teeth.

“The prince want you to be his partner, as a newborn dragon, it should be your honor.” The commander replied and scoffed.

“No, My only partner would be Stevie and I won't let those fucking prince ruined my plan.”

Her eyes started to shine, the ground around Stevie and Primrose showed the ritual runes circles. The commander tried to attacked them but he couldn't near them.

“上邪，我欲與君相知，長命無絕衰。” （For God is my witness, I will love and cherish you till the end ofmy lifetime.）

She song as the language he didn't know, but he could feel the weight of her love and sincere in her words.

“死生契闊，與子成說。執子之手，與子偕老。於嗟闊兮，不我活兮。於嗟洵兮，不我信兮。山無陵，江水爲竭。冬雷震震，夏雨雪。天地合，乃敢與君絕。”（For life or for death, however separated,To our wives we pledged our word.We held their hands; We were to grow old together with them.Alas for our separation!We have no prospect of life.

Alas for our stipulation!We cannot make it good. until the mountains crumble, the rivers desiccate, thunders roar in winter, snows fall in summer, and heaven and earth are conjunct as one. Then I might think about leave you.）

Those runes of outside two circles flied and twisted around to her neck. She smiled.

“It's your turn, Stevie.”

He reached out his hand, and looked forward to her reaction.

She bowed, and her left horn touched his hand. “I'm ready.” She said

Steve closed his eyes, started to spell his part.

“I promise to love you without reservation, to honor and respect you, to provide for your needs the best that I can,to protect you from harm, to comfort you in times of distress, to grow with you in mind and spirit, to always be open and honest with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”

The rest runes flied and twisted around Stevie.

His eyes met her, then the dark devoured him.

When he wakes up, he's in his house. A women sits on the edge of the bed.

“Stevie, you're awake! Here, take some water.”

Stevie eyes her up and down, it's the first time he sees Primrose's human form. His stares and quiet makes Primrose shifts her feet.

“It's my human form. D…do you like this?”

“Like this? I love this. You're beautiful for both form, Primrose.” He murmurs

She hides her face into her hands. Steve notices something sways between her hands and chest.

“Is that a…dog tag?” Primrose holds the dog tag and giggles

“Hehe…it's YOUR dog tag, Stevie. It's have your name on it. It's a mark that you've claimed me.”

His throat and mouth suddenly feel dry.

“And you have my mark, too. Right on your back.”

“…Ah, that's nice yet a little pity for I can't see them for myself.”

She chuckles, and brushes his hair softly.

“Thanks for choosing me as your partner, Stevie.” Stevie shoots his head

“No, it's me to thank you. Because I'm not that strong like other riders, yet you still want to build this contract with me.”

“I meant what I vowed, Stevie. Until death tears us apart or you cheated on me, I'd love you unconditionally.”

Stevie studies her face, and beams.

“So do I.”

“What about the commander?” He asks curiosity about the men kidnapped his dragon.

HIS dragon, his girl.

He loved these titles

“I was going to burn him to ashes, what a pity dare to kidnap a dragon.” She shrugs

“But the prince stopped me, we made a deal. So he might still alive.”

“Made a deal? What deal?” He rests his head on her soft and plump thighs, then he snuggle them and sighed happily.

“He'll let you become the knight since you are a dragon rider now. And he promised to give us a new house and a whole vault of coins and jewelry!(✪ω✪)” She giggles even her body shakes violently.

Knows it's the natural about dragons, Stevie just kisses her thighs and smiled against her skin.

“Oh, and Stevie,”

“um?”

“You know dragons have their heats seasons, right, babe?”

“He…what!?”

“You'd help me, fulfill your partner duty and NO FLIRTING with other person. Do you?”

“Fulfil…what?”

Stevie doesn't know how to respond his dragon, this poor human completely has no idea that their contract vows are for eternal couples.

The END

A/N: I'm not sure the English translation is correct or not. So I hope you could realize what I wrote👀👀 And I was thought to write Nomad in this…but Stevie is too good🥰🥰

[goatgoatgoat7778]

A few things: I changed the location from Flooded Forest to Shrine Ruins, don’t panic lol. I tried some perspective stuff with the pic but it doesn’t work well imo. I don’t hate it but meeeeh. You can’t improve if you don’t try new stuff, though. Maybe I’ll redraw this one in the future?  Hope you enjoy the story at least. 

In the morning, just as she had promised, Mizutsune showed Rathian the way to Shrine Ruins. Though the sun was out, Rathian found it was still way too cold for her comfort in the frost islands so the two of them decided to skip breakfast and leave as soon as possible. Though they were hungry, the trip went smoothly with only a few run-ins with Baggis and Anteka that proved little trouble for them. It wasn’t until they finally reached the ruins that their peace was disturbed. 

The ruins were foggy as usual, but clear enough to where they could see that they weren’t alone. Up ahead of them was a Rathalos and, strangely, an Almudron sitting next to him. Unfortunately for them the Rathalos was glaring at them with no intention of letting them get by without confrontation.

“That’s weird. How about we just go the other way and-” She stopped herself, realizing that Rathian was glaring back and flapping her wings menacingly. She waved her claws in front of her face, but Rathian took no notice. “Uh… Rathian?”

Both Raths roared at each other and began to charge. Mizutsune put her front claws against Rathian’s chest and pushed her back claws into the ground in an attempt to stop her, but Rathian was too strong. The Almudron fruitlessly tried to do the same. The two leviathans were shoved into each other, their heads sandwiched between their respective partner’s scaly bellies. Mizutsune tried to pull her head out, but found she was indubitably stuck. She sighed. At least the scales on Rathian’s tummy were relatively soft compared to those on other parts of her body.

“Uh, hey,” said Mizutsune to Almudron awkwardly, not quite sure how to make small talk in a situation like this. “So Raths are pretty territorial, huh?”

“It seems like it.” replied the Almudron with no more tact than she had. “What are you doing out here with a Rathian anyways?”

“I could ask you the same thing… err, except with a Rathalos, I guess. Well long story short, Rathian got lost and I took her here. To uh, live together. You know.”

“No way, Rathalos and I were here to do the same thing! You’ll never believe it but I got lost in the lava caverns. I’d be burnt to a crisp if Rathalos hadn’t come along- he’s really great. Not that he’s made the best first impression…” Rathalos’s stomach started to growl, breaking Almudron’s train of thought. Almudron could hear every tiny twist and gurgle his empty insides made, as he was inadvertently forced to press his ear against his middle. “Rathalos flew me all the way here without stopping so he’s starving! You can probably hear his stomach from there, it’s so loud.”

“I can barely hear you over the noise of Rathian’s tummy, much less hear Rathalos’s,” Mizutsune remarked. Rathian’s guts churned and shook hungrily- it had been over a day since it had last been fed and it clearly had some complaints about it.

Rathian and Rathalos seemed to ignore them and stood strong, heads pressed together and bellies up against their partners. The leviathans were stuck in a noisy prison and it didn’t seem like they were going anywhere anytime soon. The longer they stood the louder the Raths’ stomachs got.

“Is this normally how Raths fight?” Almudron questioned. “They aren’t really doing anything.”

“I guess they’re letting their stomachs do the talking. Maybe they’re competing to see who’s stomach growls the loudest,” she theorized. “Rathian’s totally gonna win.”

Almudron couldn’t help but feel a bit defensive at Mizutsune’s last comment. “I think you meant to say ‘Rathalos’ right?”

“Well Rathian hasn’t eaten in over a day and it seems like it hasn’t been that long since Rathalos’s last meal.”

“He never told me when his last meal was. Let me check,” said Almudron, perking up his ear.

*GROOOOOOOOOAARWWWWWW*

“A day ago-”

*ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWRRRRGGGGGG*

“-two days-”

*GRROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLL*

“-three days! Rathalos has her beat by a fair margin,” he announced, smirking and crossing his arms.

Mizutsune rolled her eyes. “Well maybe they’re seeing who can hold out the longest; then Rathalos would lose for sure.”

“Whatever,” he conceded. “I guess it’s up to them to decide who wins anyway. All we can do is wait and listen.”

Mizutsune felt her elongated stomach rumble, reminding her that her stomach had also been neglected. “I just hope they don’t take much longer…”

[min-jpg]

can i request zhongli , kaeya and xiao with a fem!s/o that comes from an extremely rich family and the boys get kidnapped and held for ransom and then out of nowhere their s/o comes and beats the group of people that kidnapped the boys , gracefully😋😋

Note: we stan a baddie s/o! Anyways, enjoy the drabbles with a word count averaging 0.5k for each character :) I'll make the setting at an abandoned warehouse, classic

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Kidnapped Genshin Boys x Fem Rich!reader pt.1

Part 2 (Childe, Diluc, Kazuha)

Characters: Kaeya, Xiao, Zhongli

Genre: fluff, established relationship, some woman kicking ass action, (TW: mentions of blood and violence)

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KAEYA

Your boyfriend would deliberately act like a damsel in distress with no fighting aptitudes. Exaggerating his emotions to fabricate fear, he voluntarily let himself be held hostage, thinking they caught an easy target. Kaeya went along with his abductors' antics because he intends to bring them down once they reach the hideout.

While they were camping in the warehouse, Kaeya was not worried at the slightest. These people were no vision bearers, just mere greedy criminals that do not know who they were messing with.

Kaeya is aware of how affluent you and your family are. He already anticipated something similar to happen one day. Lowly tactics like these do not budge him at all, especially his unyielding loyalty towards you. As if the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonious would be shaken by something as childish as this.

While he was improvising a plan in his mind, one of the men yelled, "Intruder!"

They all assembled at the source, but glanced at each other in confusion, "Intruder? Where?"

While an altercation sparked between them about the unseen intruder, their attention successfully diverted away from Kaeya. Thus, using the containers and blind spots to your advantage, you sneaked your way towards your boyfriend. While freeing Kaeya from the ropes that bound him to the chair, you giggled as well, "Are you lost, baby boy?"

Your unexpected appearance left him stunned, but it was a pleasant surprise, "Lost in those eyes, baby girl." He smirked back. By the time you finished, the men realized that the intruder was you.

Now that you are actually here, Kaeya's concerns began sprouting because he wanted to ensure your safety first before carrying out his plan since your arrival was not formulated in it.

You fueled his worries when you stepped forward towards the group. You dropped the bag you carried along in front of them, "Here. You wanted the money right? Take it."

"Well, that wasn't so hard." The gung ho group laughed boisterously among themselves, the leader leaning down to pick up the bag. You swung your foot, landing a clean kick on his face which caused him to stumble back. He pressed his nose, blood trickled down, "You-"

You refused to let him finish by sending another vigorous kick, this time at the center of his stomach, causing him to hunch as he grabbed onto his stomach and surpassing his coughs. To finish it off, you plunged your elbow down the back of his head and connected with an uppercut. The force was strong enough to send their leader flying back and never stood up again, completely knocked out.

The rest of the gang blinked. It was not even a fight. You took him down with only a few moves, barely breaking a sweat.

"You guys want some more? Or just take the money and leave us alone." You taunted them. They hustled along, grabbing the bag, and left their leader in the warehouse. Little did they know, the bag was not filled with money, but just some rocks to give it some weight.

Kaeya walked up behind you, clapping his hands, "That was superb, babe. I didn't know you were such a fighter." Needless to say, Kaeya is so proud of you and praised the way you executed your beautiful course of movements. He will also keep in mind to never mess with your temper too much in the future.

XIAO

Your boyfriend could take out all the adversaries he wanted to, driving them to regret that they wished they never premeditate this abduction. Unfortunately, his hands are tied because the group threatened that harm would come your way instead if he did not comply with their demands.

"You just have to sit here until your girlfriend bails you out. I'm sure she has some extra cash to blow to save you."

You did warn Xiao beforehand that similar incidents happened in the past and it is bound to occur again, to which he glazed over as a simple matter since he is confident with his combat experiences. But you did not explain how the incidents were settled. Xiao did not know that you have the capability to defend yourself, so obviously he reluctantly listened to them to protect you.

If they were to resort to hurting anyone, Xiao would rather have them hurt him instead if it meant they could spare you. He will never forgive them or himself if they even attempt to graze a single strand of your hair.

While worrying for your safety, he heard one of the men shouting a yelp, but it got cut off as his body fell, passing out cold on the ground.

The group huddled together, "Who's there?!" Their eyes darted around to search for the one responsible.

While they were bewildered, you jumped down from one of the containers at the warehouse, sending your knee flying directly towards one of the members to knock him down. In a kneeling position to pin the person below in place, you sent a swift strike to his neck, making him faint. As you stood up, the gang and also Xiao all looked at your abrupt appearance with wide eyes.

Glaring at the men in front of you, "Now, if any of you touched my boyfriend, one doctor visit wouldn't suffice." Without giving them any time to react or respond, your palm curled into a fist, dashing forward to begin taking them down one by one with your nimble feet.

Your calculative movements were sharp and precise, leaving no opening for your foes to attack. As the battle proceeded, your hair flowed gracefully behind along with your bold actions. Although Xiao was itching to help, he only managed to stare at you in awe, marveled by your bravery and poise stance that showed no weakness.

Before you both knew it, the fight ended with you emerging victorious.

You ran over to Xiao to free him immediately, "Oh archons! Xiao, are you okay?" Caressing his cheeks, you frantically inspected his face for any external injuries. Those men will face your wrath if they did anything to him.

Xiao was still processing what happened, his pupils fixed at you, lips parting, "That was really... amazing of you." He wanted to tell you that you looked so gorgeous that it made him breathless, but kept his mouth sealed after. For now, he enjoys the sensation of your hands that were used to unleash such fury now stroking his face so lovingly. It is also worth mentioning that Xiao has a new profound respect for your charming side that he never knew of.

ZHONGLI

Your boyfriend maintained a tranquil state of mind when he was kidnaped. Not portraying any signs of retaliation or profound panic, it even caused the group to be unnerved with how silent Zhongli behaved.

While held hostage, the head of the abduction blabbered about how they intend to lure you here, exploiting you through Zhongli's situation for some quick money grab.

Upon hearing that, Zhongli's eyebrows twitched in a displeased manner, "So you'd rather take advantage of someone for money instead of working for it? Don't you have any dignity left?"

"Obviously! If there's an easy way to earn money, who wouldn't want to partake? Someone as sheltered and rich as your girlfriend will never understand. Don't act like you never took money from her." They ridiculed his righteous morales by bringing you in the conversation, implying Zhongli only dated you for your status.

Zhongli leaned back against the chair with an inscrutable demeanor on his face. He knew that surely someone would point out the disparity in social status between you and him. But, if they thought he only valued your wealth and nothing else, then he will have to disappoint them.

"Oh, I'm very lucky to have a wealthy partner. Something you will never understand, yes? That's why you turn to disagreeable schemes such as this." Zhongli stalled time by making mindless talks with the leader.

Not appreciating Zhongli's remark, the leader raised his arm, ready to swing at full force to land a hit, except you obstructed him. Appearing out of thin air, you found your way towards Zhongli and held a tenacious grip on the man's arm from behind before he could potentially scar your boyfriend's precious face.

The group was alarmed by your arrival and the way you constrained their leader's strike. Applying even more force to twist his arm, you contorted his limb. It caused him to arch his back and bawled in pain as he attempted to wriggle his arm out of your grasp. In contrast, you reinforced your strength and kicked the back of his knees.

Once you let go, everyone watched him squirmed in agony on the ground with your grip leaving a red imprint on his arm. Turning your head towards Zhongli, you sent him a cheeky wink, "You're one lucky man indeed."

Now channeling your attention at the group, "Who's next?"

The group charged towards you, assertive that their strengths in numbers will have more odds in winning against you, a woman who stood alone.

Thus, to prove them wrong, not only did you beat their egos to pulps, but also the entire gang. Keeping a composed manner, your limbs carried your movement with great finesse and elegance. You dodged and blocked every incoming attack, never allowing them to get a clean hit on you. Your presence dominated the flow of the battle.

Eventually, only one victor is appointed, that victor being you.

You walked back to Zhongli to untie him. You placed your hand on your hip, huffing your chest to stand proud, "How was that? Not only is your girlfriend rich, but also powerful."

Zhongli nodded in agreement, softly patting your hair as he watched you with affectionate eyes, "That was a remarkable performance to remember down the road. Guess I have a lot of things to learn about you." Although Zhongli is fully competent to defend himself if things went wrong, he found it absolutely charming of you to protect him. You were reckless, but he acknowledges your ability to fight so gracefully.

[littlefreya]

(Ok, What if..)

Henry's partner is kinky, while Henry isn't really himself. But, one night, during a round of passion, she convinces Henry to kink spank her.

(I'll leave the rest to that genius and delightful mind of yours 💕)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: 18+, RPF, sex, spanking, some role play, doggy style, dirty language.

A/N: Okay, but with a small twist. You’re an actress on Enola Holmes' set, and seeing him as Sherlock makes you... 💦 not beta’d. This is spaaaarta.

Role Play

You knew he was playing a role, but once the celluloid rolled, gone was your boyfriend and before you stood a victorian disciplinary lord with a furious glower wrinkling his brow. So direly convinced, not once did you have to repeat your lines as your voice trembled at "Sherlock’s” rebuke.

This weakness cost the entire crew a prolonged day of filming, sending you home at the kiss of midnight.

Though Henry was never ma, and despite your embarrassment and sense of shame, you had one thing on your mind the entire ride home...

Still caged in the confines of your victorian attire, you shoved him against the door the moment you stepped inside. Your kisses were drenched with ardent bruising desire. Henry chuckled into your mouth, reaching his hands to gently caress your cheeks.

“Spitfire,” he called as you allowed him a wisp of air before conquering his mouth again and sending a whimsical hand to squeeze the hardening bulge at his groin.

Naturally, he began to fumble with the buttons of his vest and led you toward the bedroom, but you halted him with urgency in the middle of the main hall and shook your head.

“No!” you turned your back at him and leaned against the dining table. Glaring at him you lifted the many skirts of your dress to expose your rump with an invitation.

“Fuck me in that outfit, fuck me like sherlock!”

Henry scrutinised you thoughtfully, weighing your demand. He wasn’t much into these types of games, but you did well to provoke him all day long and make things harder with those wanton glares. The way your blossom rose with every arduous breath was not lost on him either.

The same strict mien spilt into his glare, turning your tender lover into a man with eyes of dark shimmering cobalt.

Not saying a word, he shuffled behind you and forcefully tugged your panties down your thighs. Your breath already shook as he ground his yet covered cock against your dripping mound.

“Do I take you like a maiden? Or like a whore?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave lower.

“Take as whatever you want just... oh!”

Guttural grunts and high pitched cries composed an enticing duet with the sudden slap of his thighs into your ass. His cock speared your hilt, buried so deep within your squeezing curve you felt shockwaves of pleasure spurring at your breasts.

A sliver of a moment was given you to adjust, or for him to dwell at the sweet warmth of your cunt before he began slamming into you with fervour.

“Fuck!” you gasped, grabbing onto the edge of the table that shook and dragged with the might of his ruts. Both of you were obscenely loud, enough for whoever passed the hallways to hear, and the hotel neighbour below was sure to complain about that heavy thuds at their ceiling. Not that you mind, if anything you were only enticed by the notion and specifically as you imagined yourself to be a victorian lady being pummeled like a bitch by a respectful gentleman.

Henry seemed lost in the tempest of this little game as well; grunting deeply, he took you rougher than he usually would, his heavy sack smacking against your petals every time he pushed back inside you.

“Spank me!!!” you heard yourself scream in the midst of ecstasy.

“What?...” he panted, not relenting on his rhythm.

Turning your head, you nibbled your lip and threw him a begging stare.

Henry took you in and balled his fist in a moment of consideration. Your eyes shone with paradoxical innocence, attempting to coax him to your demand. Seeking for fiendish power within him, he tried to convince himself how wicked you’ve been today; so drenched with lust like a wild woman. A spark of anger rose to him, and with the wring of his wrist, he lifted his hand and granted your ass a stinging smack.

Astonishment washed over your face, your mouth agape, and your back arched suddenly to receive him.

A shred of concern surfaced in his mind but soon faded as he witnessed your joy and despite his slight resentment of hurting you, he pulled his hand and spanked you once more, watching your thighs quaking and how you broke apart at the burst of your climax.

“Wanton little harlot,” he choked, feeling how your cavern contracted around him. The last spank was delivered as a true punishment, scolding you for making him do something so lewd. His fingers then squeezed your flesh and he drilled into you until a shuddering grunt cracked from his throat and he seed painted your womb.

Spent, he collapsed, his cheek pressing to the wing of your back. Both of you trembled, exhaling loudly at the incredible experience and the waves of bliss that lazily ebbed away.

“See?” you uttered. “It’s not so bad.”

Henry chuckled dryly and planted a kiss upon your sweaty nape.

“You are lucky I am not the chiding man Sherlock is, you would never be able to sit again.”

[rcksmith]

Nobody else — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “Hello! May I request number nine from the fluff prompts and number seven from the smut prompts for Five? Maybe where the reader is a super skilled fighter, and the other Hargreeves siblings can’t get over how amazing she is, but that causes Five to become a little jealous?”

“Okayy if you're not tired of Five and smuts yet, can I request 18,70,74 and 84 from smut list with fem reader?”

Fluff prompts:

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

Smut prompts:

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

18. “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

70. “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

74. “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Thank you for requests💖 I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same energy and they prompts connect to a central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: explicit smut, dirty talk, bad words, fluff, fight, mention of death, jealousy.

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People need each other to find support, comfort and understanding. Thomas Merton said: “Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life alone, but with the other. ”

And as cliché as it was, it was the truth. And that is exactly what happened to you.

It was difficult to explain how many years you had already been killing for the commission. Ever since, maybe? You did not remember a time when that work was not part of your life, your routine, your system. But you could feel, vaguely like a hazy dream, that one day the act of breathing was ... light.

Killing without conscience brought many regrets, and the weight of guilt filled your chest, making it difficult to breathe.

But you were good at that. God, you were very good. Maybe it was the endless years of training, your quick thinking, or the simple fact that you had a lot more physical stamina than the other agents. But, whatever it was, it helped you move up the board quickly.

Murdering with a gun was easy, quick, clean, and there were already many agents who did that job. For someone like you, so empowered, the commission has relocated you to more… arduous and dangerous missions.

Your job was to kill those whose gunshots could not show up at the necropsy. Someone who needed to die without the body revealing what had happened very well.

Shoot JFK? It wasn't with you.

End Hitler? It wasn't your job.

To kill Socrates with your bare hands and make everyone believe it was poison? This is where you came in.

The difference between the jobs was that you had to do the whole process. And a melee interaction instead of a weapon always brought people who wanted to fight for their lives. And that is why the commission chose you to do that, without any partner.

They elected you because you fought like a super soldier, focused on your goal like a robot, and never came back without success. It didn't matter how many fights you had to fight with your target, how many punches you had to throw and also take, or how many injuries you returned. You always won.

Over time, you learned things in practice, tricks that made it easy, scams that would save you effort. You learned to study each person in seconds, find their weaknesses, and use his own strength against them.

That's when you met Five Hargreeves. And Thomas Merton's quote made sense.

You two were so much similar. Both the best in their fields, wrecked in a sea of ​​personal traumas, buried by a job that got the best of you two. You two felt misunderstood, alone in the vastness of that world. And when you two met... well, were no longer alone.

You two got involved, in all possible ways and ways. Loved each other, adored each other, and completed each other. Life went out of automatic mode, and for the first time in a long time, you two managed to breathe lightly. The food now tasted good, the heat of the sun on the skin was now better, and the world... the world was ruled by the red color of love.

So it became the most obvious and coherent decision to you two get married. Five could no longer imagine a life in which you did not exist, and you did not know how the world could go without him.

“I can't believe we did that!” You laughed, astonished, as you entered the apartment that you and Five shared.

You two had just married, something just for you two and the ceremonialist. You two chose something very intimate, reserved. And now the ring on him left hand looked like the most beautiful thing in the world for you.

Five laughed softly, hands moving up your arms, bringing you closer.

“We did. Wife.”

After that, your two contract with the commission changed. Five would only continue to do that if no one dared to touch a hair of yours, and you swore to The Handler that if someone did something to Five, you would destroy that place brick by brick.

Five saw in you a strong and atrocious ocean, which could swallow whole cities only with the force of its fury. And he liked that. He liked having someone as competent and firm as he was. Five liked to know that if there was a disaster, he would not be the only one who would go after a solution.

You were the type who knew that if you wanted things to happen, you had to do it with your bare hands. And Five loved it, because he felt understood. He carried so many responsibilities on his back that it was relieving to find someone who also felt the same things.

Five knew that, when him found way home, you were going with him. And you went. You two exchanged vows that would be together in joy and sadness, in any situation. And if the situation now said to go to 2019, well, you would.

“It makes me so sick, God!” Five heard you say when you two fell out of that blue portal he created.

He would have laughed if his muscles didn't hurt so much. For someone so trained you got sick of his powers very quickly.

"Five?!” And then the voice of one of the brothers was heard.

And that's how you two ended up there. A week later, in the Hargreeves' living room, with Diego swearing that you wouldn't be able to beat him in a fight.

Five laughed against the margarita's straw, sitting comfortably at the bar, giving up on telling his stupid brother that you had already killed much more dangerous people with your bare hands.

“I do not want to hurt you.” You smiled understandingly, and Klaus laughed.

“I bet 50 bucks that she beats your ass, Diego.” It was only logical that he was going to encourage his brother to fall.

“There is no way you can hurt me.” Diego guaranteed, getting up and starting to push the sofa away, making room for a fight.

“Are you up for it or are you scared?” He played with you, and Five laughter it back there, having a lot of fun.

“This is ridiculous, Diego.” Allison stressed, but it was obvious that she wanted to watch too.

You smirked, getting up from the bar chair next to Five. You didn't want to defeat your husband's brother in that fight, you understood that the circumstances between the two of you were not fair.

You were created to kill, injure and decimate. Body wrestling was your job and it wouldn't be fair to Diego. You knew, from Five, that the Hargreeves were created to be heroes. Saviors of the motherland. Hurt and kill if necessary, but don't make it a goal.

But not with you. Killing was your goal, always. And your weapon was not super powers or pistols, but the body itself.

“Okay.” You laughed and went to the circle that Diego had made “But I don't want to hurt you. The first one to fall to the ground loses.” You were trying to be peaceful.

Diego agreed, giving him a friendly smile before saying:

“But I will use my knives to distract you.”

It was logical that he wouldn't make it cheap and easy, even if it was for himself, you knew that.

So you agreed, took off the suit you were wearing and rolled up the sleeves of your white dress shirt, while the Hargeeves sat in a safe area, away from that makeshift ring.

Diego delivered the first blow, and you just deflected the trunk, taking him by the same arm and twisting it against his back. At that moment, if it was something for real, you would put more strength to break the bone, but you didn't want to hurt him, so you just released Diego with a little push forward.

Diego turned to face you again, the naughty smile on the face of someone who knows his own potential. He was very good, you knew that, but the different upbringing made you a better opponent.

This time, the blow came from below. It was a trip that you jumped while pulling on the fist he used to land another blow in the same second, forcing him to come forward with force while you deflecting once more. Diego staggered forward, steadying himself on the floor once again.

It was all absurdly fast, as if you were a robot. A machine programs for that.

Diego hurled the knife in the wind while attacking with his other fist. You dodged again, but this time you struck back, slamming a blow down the side of your stomach, blocking his attack with your other arm and unleashing a kick in the chest, which made Diego stagger backward.

In a matter of seconds, the knife was at the end of its course. And while Diego was advancing again, the wind that the knife was making hit your hair. But the knife didn't finish course. You stopped the blade with your hand, holding to the object with your palm.

At that moment, you saw Diego's eyes falter. And a surprised gasp by the Hargreeves graces the ambience. Then it was your turn to attack. You threw the knife on the floor, driving the blade into the wooden floor as you went.

There were punches, deflected blows, creeps. The two of you were dancing to an agitated song, which was reaching its climax.

Diego had holding you in him arms, and you turned your body, locked him left arm in your hands while you used the momentum to propel your legs up, past his neck and turning, taking you both to the floor. He fell on his back while you used your own momentum to balance yourself, standing upright.

“YES! YOU OWM ME 50 DOLLARS!" Klaus's voice was heard.

You laughed, and you were about to walk away when Diego dug his left hand into your heel. He pulled you in a single stroke, and it made you fall, your back hitting the ground as he took the lead. Diego put his legs on your hips the first second you fell on the floor, and he used his own strength to keep you there.

You laughed out loud, and so did he.

“This is cheating!” You scolded him, punching him in the chest.

“Whatever, but you had to fall too!”

Diego was a good loser, you recognized that by the intonation of the voice. He was not possessed or reviled because you won, but he wanted it to be an eye for an eye, even if only as a joke.

But as soon as Diego got up off you, holding your hand for you got up too, your eyes went to Five. And you found the green irises burning in an atrocious fire. You frowned, not understanding, but you didn't have time to go over there and ask what happened. Klaus and Luther came to you and Diego.

Klaus charging his brother and Luther asking you how you did that final blow.

“It's for me to use when he pisses me off!” Luther looked directly at his brother in a silent threat “ But he will not get up alive!”

“Fuck you” Diego said before practically shoving 50 dollars in Klaus's face.

“Is easy.” You replied Luther “I'll show you."

But while the brothers were having fun, marveling at you, Five burned in a visseral cholera.

Wasn't it enough for Diego to have literally been on top of you, you had to want to teach that stupid gorilla too ?!

Oh fucking no!

When Diego went to Luther and started explaining with you, him your side, how the scam worked, Five was exploding. Now that stupid men butcher knife would be on your side?! Agreeing and explaining whit you as if it were your husband?!

Wasn't it enough just fucking being on top of you?!

Definitely fuck not!

“Take it easy, buddy.” Klaus appeared beside him “You are looking at them as if you want to kill someone.”

Five just snarled, not bothering to respond, his eyes never leaving you.

“Wait..." Klaus looked better at who Five was staring “Are you jealous of Y/n ?!” He was amazed.

“Shut up!” Five forced himself to swallow a handful of margarita.

“Oh my God!” And he wouldn’t stop “You like her! That must be why you live in a bad mood! You must be in the friend zone! ”

“Didn't I tell you to shut up already ?!” Five looked deathly at his brother “And I'm not in the friend zone with her.”

But Five realized that he gaved too much information to his brother, because now Klaus's face was opening in a shocked smile.

Goddam!

“So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend ?!" Klaus was loving the situation.

But, out of the corner of his eye, Five can see Diego holding your arm, showing Luther the place to deliver any stupid blow.

You gotta be fucking kidding!

“No, that girl is my wife!” Five tapped the margarita glass on the counter, teleporting to you and pushing Diego's hand off your arm, replacing his own.

“The show over!” He growled as he left the room, pulling you with him, your feet stumbling a few times before picking up the pace.

“Five!” You said, but he didn't seem to hear.

The image of Diego's legs at your fucking waist, the body sitting on you, the hand on your arm, rewound Five's mind like a curse. He felt his anger inflate, jealousy whispering in the back of his neck like a little devil, making him see the situation bigger than it really was.

You called him again, but for Five, it was like you called his brother's name. And then he exploded in his own fury.

He couldn't wait to go up all those stupid stairs, all those corridors, Five just pulled you against him, disappearing in the blue flash and reappearing in the his room.

“You are crazy?” You pulled the wrist out of his grip.

“I should be asking you that!” He said “Did you see that scene ?!”

“What a scene?” You frowned.

Five focused his eyes on you, in angry energy.

“Diego on top of you, fuck!" He snarled “Luther drooling like a dog on you!”

“Five.” You thought all that was absurd “They are your brothers!”

“You have no idea how much i don’t give a fuck!”

The situation was ridiculous, and you ended up laughing in disbelief and bewilderment.

“We were fighting!” You defended yourself "Nobody was drooling on me!"

“I swear to god tha ...” Five walked over to you, his eyes flooded with rage, his body enveloped in that intense and explosive energy.

You lifted chin to get a better look, your chest stuck to him, Five's breath hitting the top of your nose. That week had been full of emotions and issues to deal with, 24 hours being insufficient to do everything, explain everything. And, well, you and Five didn't have much time alone...

All of this compiled with the fact that your husband possessed the beauty of an angry god,and that excited you so fuck absurdly.

Suddenly, the air in the room became caustic, seething with the expectation of something improper happening, injecting heat into your chest that descended to the middle of your legs.

You sighed softly, and Five immediately noticed the waters where your thoughts were sailing.

“Does it turn you on?” His voice was hoars “See me angry?”

The sigh you gave was your whistleblower, your chest started to rise and fall more breathlessly than usual, your core starting to pulse. You wouldn't be able to say anything even your life would depended it, you drowning in the malicious and hot climate of that room, compiled with the absurd beauty and intensity of the adult in front of you.

God, you needed him!

“Yes, you like.” Five had an arrogant, boastful tone, mocking how sensitive you were.

But his eyes took on a more conscious tone, and he whispered as he said: "Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop. ”

Five knew his own limits, his own anger, his own strength. If he touched you now, in most simple, he wouldn't be able to stop. You agreed, hands moving gently up his body, resting on him hips.

“I will not be gentle.” Five wanted to you know again.

He had already fucked you hard, drowned in insatiable desire, marking your skin with slaps, hickeys. Five had already mistreated your mouth, made you scream. But never fucked you in anger. He never took his anger out on you. And now, submerged in jealousy, he knew how much strength he would discharge on you.

“I don't want it to be.” But you gave Five the go-ahead on a needy sigh, your fingers running around his waist.

Five dropped his mouth to your ear, tracing a path across your skin with warm lips, now bringing hands up to your skin, feeling how hot, needy you were.

“You're wet and I haven't even touched you yet.” His words hung over you like a warm warning of what was going to happen, what to expect.

You moaned softly, your body shivering, screaming for you to get more, seeking some friction, some contact. Then, as if Five read you thoughts, his left hand clung fiercely to the back of your neck, curling him fingers in your hair.

He forced you to look at him, watching the rage and the extraordinary lust.

“Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Five left you brutally, telling you to take off all your clothes, watching all your movements while he got rid of the shirt himself. He left him tie beside the bed, sitting on the mattress and pulling you onto him lap as soon as you finally got naked. He fit thigh in the middle of your legs, making you sit on his thigh.

You groaned, the friction in the place you most wanted, the core pulsing against the dark cloth of him pants. You rummaged your hips for more than you wanted, but Five dropped his hand on your ass, releasing a loud, stinging slap. The groan was unable to be controlled, and you buried your face in the curve of him neck, sobbing there.

“You will be grateful for every slap I give you, do you understand?” He snarled, fingers tightening on your flesh, marking your skin.

You agreed, and thanked him when Five slapped your ass harder. This time, he moved him thigh beneath you, brushing your pulsating core, leaving you in an extremely needy state.

“Fi-five!" A sob escaped, followed by another thanks when a slap hit your in ass again.

Five's hands roughly grabbed your waist, holding you firmly in place as he started to rummage in him thigh, making you moan louder every second. That was torture. You pulsed and wet him thigh, your body rigid from wanting more of that friction, the sobs escaping your lips, the muscles contracted.

“Such a needy slut." He snarled in your ear “So desperate for my thigh.”

You groaned at him words, your fingers around him shoulders, squeezing there while Five took you so badly in him thigh. He dropped his mouth to your hot neck, pouring a hickey there before sighing hoarsely:

“The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

It sent electric currents to your swollen core, and moans got even bigger when Five increased the speed of his movements, rubbing your clitoris in those mind-boggling movements. His strong grip, compiled wheezing on his neck, his hoarse voice and the movements of his thigh took you to the limit. And you were pushed into that abyss of the climax.

“So fucking quickly.” Five delighted, in a groan, and stuck his hands on your back, holding you there, turning you in one movement to the bed.

Your back hit the mattress, Five’s warm hands roamed your legs, squeezing thighs and parting them, exposing your wet, red core at the climax. Five groaned loudly, as if seeing you hurt physically, and he took his hands off you to grab the tie next to you.

“Be good and open your mouth for me.” You obeyed, and he wiped the cloth over there, fastening his tie.

You sighed brokenly, your heart beating fast, breasts stiff and sore, your ass burning with slaps, core sensitive to climax.

“I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth." Five reflected, him hands roaming your trembling body, squeezing every bit of skin, reveling in how your skin felt at him touch.

Five reveled in the breath you took, enjoying how you looked like a fucking goddess like that. So vulnerable, so needy, so needy.

He was controlling himself until now, pushing you to the limit, making you sensitive, teasing you, making you sensitive to what was coming. Him smile was purely lustful, and Five leaned toward you, roughly sucking the nipple from your breast, nibbling at the needy skin. Then he brought hands up to his pants, opening his belt and zipper, pulling the pieces down far enough for his dick to pop out.

The moan you gave when you felt the hot, luscious member on your thigh was enough to inflate him ego even more. Five turned your body down, pulling your waist up, leaning into your ear to whisper:

“I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never forget that day.” Then he entered you, rough, strong, badly.

He forced your walls to get used to him size and sank to the bottom of the well, clutching his hands to your hips and pulling you against him dick. You screamed against the tie, pressing your fingers to the pillows, sobbing when Five set a fierce, wild and badly pace, mistreating every inch of you.

One of him hands went to your neck, closing his fingers there and pouring out all the fury and jealousy he felt in the thrusts, going in as deep as he could and pushing your limit. The pornographic sounds of the two of you moaning, the sound of his hip hitting your ass, invaded the room, mixing with the smell of sex, lust and hunger.

You shouted him name when Five left and brutally entered you, making you choke on your own sobs.

“What's it? Are you unaccustomed to my dick?” He tasted it, leaving your neck to slap your ass aggressively “Is it too much for you?”

You sobbed, stopped by the tie, and Five hit you again.

“Do you think someone can fuck you like me?!”

Now him voice was angry and his movements too. Five fucked you like he had spent his whole life in fury at you, waiting patiently for the day when he would discount everything on you. Him hand went to your mouth, pulling tie from there and releasing your toxic moans.

“Answer me, fuck!” One more slap, leaving your ass on fire.

“N-no!” You cried “Nobody ... no-nobody fucks me like you!”

You talks with a more thrust, and Five pushed your chest to the bed, keeping his hand on your back, him moans mixing with your.

Then he reached the peak of anger.

Five came out of you, turned you up and bent your legs, placing your knees on your shoulders. He entered in a brutal way inside you, the new position making him occupy all the minimum vacant spaces. You screamed, tears welling up in your eyes, your hands tightening on his arms, your heart already racing.

It was too much. Your body begged for more, for the climax, for the lust, for anything fierce that Five could give you. He dropped his mouth on yours, biting your bottom lip instead of kissing you, making you swallow his lines when he said:

“Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that? ”

You desperately denied it. Five could very well come out of you and not let you come, and just that thought made your body tremble and tears flow.

“Plea-Please!” You sobbed “I beg you!”

That did things with Five. He stuck his body to your, him arm going around your waist and fucking you as if that could chase away all his anger. This time he kissed you, sticking his lips to yours as he felt you pulse around him and break up in a hushed scream, trembling at the climax.

Five did not falter, his black hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, his heart pounding. He cum strongly inside your core, filling you with hot cum. You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as he came inside of you, slowly calming down.

The two of you sighed, the room flooding with the smell of sex and desire, your hearts thudding at the same pace. You whimpered in his mouth, and when Five want to leave inside you, you denied it, tightening your legs around him waist.

“N-No.” You moaned softly, "Stay inside, please."

Five drew air through his teeth, him hands gripping the sides of your body, stirring inside you, beginning to feel the lust rising.

He kissed you again, whispering:

“You want to have a child of mine, don't you?" It was an arrogant, provocative voice, and you sighed. “You are such a fucking sensitive little thing.”

Then Five started moving again, and you stayed in that room for much longer.