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AdamsApple Month Harvest!

Nipple Play~

this is an au i wanted to write for sometime. i was going to use horns and tails, but i have another idea for that! i am a bit tired, so sorry it's a bit shorter then it should be. anyway, hope you all like it!

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Lucifer reclined in his seat, his gaze flicking through the case file with a predatory gleam, every detail scrutinized under the rhythmic, irritated tap of his nails against the battered diner table. Across from him sat Adam, his posture practically vibrating with anticipation, his eyes alive with a curious, innocent excitement that Lucifer found maddeningly sweet.

"Centralia, Pennsylvania," Lucifer drawled, his voice rich and laced with amusement as he read aloud. "Abandoned town, evacuated after a coal fire ignited underground in '62. Desolate. Thick with smoke. Dolls littered around like lost souls."

He closed the file with a practiced flick of his wrist and gave a dismissive scoff. "Sounds like the plot of a low-budget horror flick."

Adam's face fell, but his grin held on, stubbornly. "Come on, Luci. You’ve got to admit—it’s chilling. A ghost town with fire still smouldering beneath it, creepy dolls just lying around... even you have to find that intriguing."

Lucifer sighed, his cheek sinking into his palm as he looked out the diner’s fogged window. Outside, shadows curled in the mist, rippling as if they were alive, as the dim light flickered erratically, casting his face in a haunting, spectral glow.

"Tell me again," he said, a hint of reproach in his tone, "Why you didn’t bother mentioning this before we boarded the plane?"

Adam let out a soft laugh, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "Because if I had told you, you wouldn’t have come. And," he hesitated, a flicker of something almost wistful in his eyes, "I thought you might… enjoy it. Centralia has this heavy silence, like it’s waiting to share some dark secret with you. And who knows? You might feel that sense of… wrongness."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, his scepticism cutting through Adam’s words. "If this turns out to be anything like that ‘haunted swamp’ in Louisiana, I’m docking your allowance, Adam," he muttered, voice laced with dry amusement.

Adam merely shrugged, waving a dismissive hand. "This is different. Centralia’s scarred in a way you can feel just walking through. Secrets seep into every crack, and it’s not just dolls either. Locals swear sometimes they catch glimpses of… people. Shadows in the fog that vanish as soon as you notice them."

Despite himself, Lucifer felt a twinge of something deep and dark twist in his chest, an emotion both strange and hauntingly familiar. He tried to ignore it, forcing his gaze to Adam's face, only to find himself distracted by the softness of Adam’s smile, the gentle warmth that had somehow worked its way through his defenses.

“Sure,” he said, feigning boredom. “Probably just kids trying to spook tourists like us.” But his words held no weight, and he knew it. Something about Centralia felt… ominous. And for reasons he couldn’t name, that hint of danger intrigued him more than he wanted to admit.

They sat in silence, the air between them heavy and unspoken. The ancient jukebox in the corner crackled to life, crooning a love song that seemed to drift in from another time, filling the diner with a haunted melody that clung to the walls. Lucifer looked down into his coffee, tracing small circles in the dark liquid, feeling its warmth bleed through his fingertips as his heart thrummed with a strange, quiet thrill he couldn't ignore.

And then, Adam’s hand was on his, light and familiar. The warmth of it pulled Lucifer out of his thoughts, grounding him in the smoky chill of Centralia. Adam’s fingers brushed his ever so gently, almost teasingly, before resting there as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Come on, Lucifer,” Adam murmured, his voice soft, coaxing, the kind of earnestness that made Lucifer’s heart falter despite his best intentions.

Lucifer glanced down at their joined hands, his pulse quickening, and for a moment, he felt his mouth curve in a small, unwilling smile. He pulled his hand away, fingers grazing the warmth of his coffee cup instead.

“Fine,” he sighed, feigning exasperation but failing to mask the hint of a smile pulling at his lips.

Adam’s gaze lingered on him, warm and searching, but if he sensed any more than that, he kept it to himself.

"But I’m holding you personally responsible for every creepy doll, every unexplained shadow, and every sleepless night in this godforsaken town." Lucifer leaned forward, his gaze intense, a glint of challenge dancing in his eyes.

Outside, fog twisted against the diner windows, mist curling around like fingers reaching for the warmth inside. Lucifer glanced toward the glass, feeling the weight of something—or someone—watching them from the shadows. His heart skipped a beat, but as quickly as the sensation came, it faded, leaving him uncertain whether he’d really seen anything at all.

With a sigh, Lucifer stretched, allowing his arms to linger as he yawned, watching Adam with hooded eyes. Adam was beaming at him, eyes bright with excitement. Lucifer smirked, appreciating how Adam’s grin only grew the closer they got to danger.

“Fine. At dawn, we’ll head out to that miserable little town you’re so thrilled about,” he muttered with an air of reluctant resignation.

“But for now, I’m going to unwind in my room before I start regretting letting you talk me into this mess.” He let the word “room” hang in the air, subtly hinting with a playful flicker in his gaze.

Adam just grinned, practically bouncing with enthusiasm. “Good call! We need rest if we’re gonna explore the whole town tomorrow.”

He completely missed Lucifer’s intent, oblivious to the invitation hanging between them. Lucifer watched as Adam scribbled down the room keys he’d booked—two rooms.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed slightly, though a hint of a smile crept onto his lips despite himself.

“Two rooms, huh?” he murmured, his voice silkier than usual, but Adam was already absorbed in his plans, oblivious.

“Yup! I figured we’d each want our space, you know? Gives us room to process… all that haunted energy we’ll be dealing with!” Adam said, as serious as ever.

Without another word, Lucifer slid out of the booth, leaving the bill as a silent payback for this misguided little excursion. Adam, grinning as always, waved it off and hurried out into the fog, disappearing with a last, excited glance back.

Once alone, Adam’s  gaze softened as he took in the diner’s strange, nostalgic quiet. Fluorescent pink and teal lights buzzed overhead, casting a ghostly glow across faded linoleum floors. Old photographs were plastered across the walls—grinning locals, waitresses balancing trays, children with melting ice cream cones. All relics of a different time. They seemed to watch him from within the frames, each face holding secrets he could almost feel crawling up his spine.

Eventually, Adam sighed, paid the bill, and stepped out into the thickening fog. The mist had grown dense, a smothering blanket that softened the distant streetlights. In the direction of Centralia, it hung in the air, pulsing like a living thing. Adam squinted into the fog, a strange unease settling in his chest.

“Not from around here, are you?” a voice rasped suddenly, slicing through the night.

Adam turned to see a tall figure leaning against the diner wall, a cigarette burning between their fingers. The man’s face was obscured under the shadow of a battered cap, only the faint glow of his cigarette illuminating his sharp, unreadable gaze. He watched Adam with an intensity that was almost unnerving, exhaling smoke that curled into the fog like an omen.

“Just passing through,” Adam replied smoothly, his voice as even as his expression.

The stranger gave a low chuckle, eyeing him with an unsettling familiarity. “Be careful in Centralia, friend. Not everything that burns there shows itself by daylight.”

“Uh, we’re just...just... visiting,” Adam replied, trying to shake off the tension crawling up his spine.

The stranger chuckled softly, the sound low and humourless. “Interesting choice of places to visit. Most folks steer clear of that town. Bad luck sticks to it like tar.”

Adam forced a polite smile. “Well, we’re hee to film an episode. Centralia’s kind of... infamous, right? Stories practically make themselves thee.”

The stranger’s eyes flickered in the dim light, but he didn’t respond right away. Instead, he took another drag from his cigarette, blowing out the smoke with deliberate slowness, his gaze fixed somewhere over Adam’s shoulder, toward the foggy stretch of road.

“What’s so bad about it?” Adam pressed, trying to break the silence. “I mean, I get the fire and all, but... it’s been decades. Surely there’s not much left.”

The man’s expression didn’t change, but something dark and amused glinted in his eyes.

“You’d think that, wouldn’t you?” He shrugged, his voice soft and dismissive, almost like he was talking to himself. “Guess some things just... hang around. Like they got nowhere else to go.”

Adam furrowed his brow, frustration prickling at him. “What do you mean? Like ghosts?”

The stranger tilted his head, a sly grin curling his lips as he let out a dry chuckle. “Ghosts? Yeah, if that’s what you wanna call them. Spirits, shadows... memories that don’t know when to die.”

Adam’s skin prickled, but he forced out a nervous laugh.

“Well, I’ve heard worse. Doesn’t scare me off.” He jutted his chin defiantly, hoping to keep the unease from his voice. “We’re heading out first thing. Nothing wrong with a little thrill, right?”

The stranger’s smile faded, replaced by a look that was almost pitying. “It’s your funeral, then.”

He took one last drag on his cigarette, the ember casting a brief, red glow across his face, which seemed gaunt, almost hollow.

Adam tried to keep his cool, brushing off the odd sensation creeping up his spine. “Any advice, then?”

The man’s eyes glinted, his lips curling into a shadow of a smile as he flicked the cigarette stub into the mist.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Be careful.”

Before Adam could respond, the stranger turned and walked into the fog, his footsteps soft and swift.

“Hey, wait—what do you mean?” Adam called out, but the stranger didn’t answer, his silhouette swallowed up by the mist. The silence settled back in, deeper and colder than before.

Adam stood alone in the dark, the fog curling around him like silent fingers.

“Okay, weirdo,” Adam muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets as he turned away from the diner, casting one last glance in the direction the stranger had gone. The fog swallowed up the spot whee he’d stood, like the man had melted back into it.

Adam shook his head and made his way down the cracked sidewalk toward the motel. The town around him seemed quiet—too quiet. Only one or two stores had lights on, and even those looked like they hadn’t seen many customers in years. Rusted signs creaked in the slight breeze, and every now and then, a hollow thud echoed down the empty street as the wind nudged a loose shutter. Thee was no nightlife, no buzz of activity, only the occasional stray cat darting out of sight as he passed by. This place felt like it was holding its breath, like an echo of a town that had long since faded.

When he reached the motel, its neon “Vacancy” sign sputtered, casting a flickering red glow across the parking lot. It was eerily empty, with only his and Lucifer’s rental car parked out front. The rest of the spaces stretched out in neat, abandoned rows. He fihed his key from his pocket and unlocked his room, stepping inside.

The room was dim, with an old, faded carpet that might once have been red, now a muted rust. A musty smell clung to the furniture, and the walls were a sickly, wahed-out yellow. Adam tossed his bag onto the bed, letting out a breath as he glanced around, feeling that slight tickle of unease creeping back. He tried to shake it off and pulled out his notes instead, spreading them across the small desk in the corner.

Adam shook his head, trailing down the cracked sidewalk toward the motel, feeling an odd sense of regret tugging at him. Maybe he should have convinced Lucifer to share a room—at least he wouldn’t be alone in the eerie quiet that wrapped around this town like a shroud. As he walked, his footsteps echoed on the pavement, each one sounding unnervingly loud in the stillness. There were no passing cars, no distant hum of voices, only the occasional whisper of wind that seemed to sigh between abandoned buildings.

The storefronts he passed were dark, but one or two were lit with faint, flickering lights that looked as though they hadn’t been turned off in years. Rusted signs creaked lazily in the breeze, and every so often, a dull thud echoed down the empty street as a loose shutter banged against a window. There was no nightlife, no sign of people—only a few stray cats that darted into the shadows as he passed, their eyes gleaming momentarily in the lamplight before they vanished. This place felt hollow, like the shell of a town, a hushed echo that lingered after everyone else had moved on.

The motel came into view, its neon “Vacancy” sign sputtering and casting an uneasy red glow across the parking lot. The only cars there were his and Lucifer’s rental, parked in silence like forgotten relics in the desolate lot. Adam fished his key from his pocket, glancing over at Lucifer’s door just a few steps away. His hand hovered, almost reaching to knock—but he hesitated, feeling a prick of embarrassment he couldn’t quite explain.

Instead, he unlocked his door and slipped inside, shoving away the nagging feeling that being alone might not have been the best idea. The room was dim, bathed in the weak, yellow glow of a single lamp. The carpet was faded and thin, with spots that looked suspiciously like stains, its original red color long since dulled to a rusty brown. The air was stale, carrying the faint smell of dust and something metallic, something that lingered in the corners like it had been there for ages, waiting.

Adam tossed his bag on the bed, exhaling as he tried to shrug off the tension coiling in his chest. He pulled out his notes, spreading them across the small desk in the corner, hoping that diving into research would distract him. His fingers skimmed over the pages, picking up on the names and dates he’d scrawled, notes about Centralia’s strange stories and elusive myths. The more he read, the more he felt a creeping discomfort, a sense that the puzzle pieces he’d collected didn’t quite fit, like he was brushing up against something he wasn’t meant to uncover.

He lingered on one passage detailing the town’s missing people, people who had supposedly disappeared in the years following the fire. Yet when he’d tried to find reports, there was next to nothing. Police records were scant, newspapers barely mentioned any names. It was like these people had simply… vanished, swallowed by the town itself. The locals he’d spoken to had hinted at the strange quiet that followed the fire, how authorities had sealed off the area for years. And when they reopened it, the case files, the investigations—all of it had been dropped without explanation, like they had never existed.

Shuffling to another page, his gaze snagged on the words “police tape” and “five years” scrawled in his own hurried handwriting. Whatever had happened here was buried deep, hidden beneath layers of silence and secrecy. Government records, local history—nothing mentioned Centralia, and yet the town persisted, clinging stubbornly to life, the last whispers of a place the world had tried to forget.

But it was the stories of the dolls that lingered in his mind, chilling him in a way that felt far too close to fear. Supposedly, no one knew where they came from, or why. Dolls had just begun appearing all over town, scattered in alleyways, slumped on porches, wedged in trees like abandoned memories. Some were broken and dirty, their faces smudged and cracked; others looked freshly made, pristine and new. Locals claimed that sometimes, in the night, the dolls seemed to move, like something unseen was shifting them from one place to another. People said they were markers, warnings—or worse, remnants of the spirits that wandered these desolate streets.

A shiver prickled up Adam’s spine. He tried to laugh it off, to brush away the thoughts of glassy-eyed dolls watching his every move. But the stories lingered, each one weaving a sense of dread that crept into his bones. He could almost feel their vacant eyes on him, could almost hear the whisper of something brushing past his door.

A final note, hastily scribbled, caught his eye: Be careful. It was the stranger’s warning, the low voice that had whispered to him outside the diner. Adam scoffed, attempting to shrug off the heaviness settling in his chest. Lucifer would probably tease him for it, brush it off with a smirk and some sarcastic remark. But the words hung in his mind, echoing through the room with an ominous weight. This town felt like a trap, a place waiting to ensnare anyone foolish enough to step inside.

He glanced at the clock, noting how little time remained until dawn. Outside, the fog thickened, pressing against the window, swirling and shifting as though it were alive. He found himself staring at it, at the dense haze that seemed to swallow everything beyond the glass.

Finally, he closed his notebook, a chill tightening in his stomach as his gaze drifted back to Lucifer’s door through the wall. He wondered, not for the first time, if maybe he’d made a mistake staying alone.

Adam was barely conscious when a relentless, echoing pounding rattled his motel room door, jarring him awake. He groaned, rolling over and pressing his face into the thin motel pillow, clinging to the hope that maybe this was some half-formed nightmare.

“Get up, sunshine!” Lucifer’s voice cut through the door like a razor. “We’ve got work to do, and I’m not waiting all morning!”

Dragging himself from bed, Adam forced his eyes open, stumbling toward the door and barely managing to pull it open after a few failed tries. Lucifer leaned against the frame, arms crossed, looking far too awake—and suspiciously amused.

"Why are you even up? It’s not even light out," he mumbled, fighting a yawn as he squinted at Lucifer.

Lucifer gave a dramatic sigh and then reached out, slapping Adam’s shoulder with a smirk.

“That’s the price of fame, kid. Besides, can’t waste a perfect, misty morning.” He paused, tilting his head. “Or did you need a bit more sleep, hmm?”

Adam scratched his head, his grogginess fogging any awareness of the lilt in Lucifer's voice. “You seem... unusually chipper.”

Lucifer chuckled. “No point crying over spilled blood, right? We're here, so we might as well make a killer episode.”

He turned, calling back over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. “Now hurry up! Don’t keep me waiting.”

Adam sighed and closed the door, shaking his head. Lucifer was like caffeine at double strength—enough to make him jittery. Rubbing his eyes, he shuffled around the room, grabbing his things. Outside, the cold motel walls couldn’t hold back the chill that seeped in, making his skin prickle.

When he stepped outside, the world was blanketed in fog so thick it pressed down, muffling everything, swirling around the empty parking lot in sluggish, ghostly waves. He pulled his hoodie tighter, moving toward where Lucifer stood by the car, his breath visible in the frost-laced dawn.

Lucifer arched a brow, his lips quirking. “You ready for the hike of a lifetime?”

Adam winced. “Honestly? Not really.”

Lucifer chuckled, a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver up Adam’s spine. “Too bad. And if you’d done your research right, maybe you’d have noticed that the roads are... let’s say, out of order.”

Adam frowned, trying to make sense of his words. “What? What do you mean, out of order?”

Lucifer shrugged, running a gloved hand through his tousled hair, as if savouring the chance to reveal something unsettling. “All the roads leading that way are cracked open, like something... crawled out of the ground. There’s no way we’re getting a car over that mess. Guess that leaves our feet.”

Adam stared at him, his unease deepening. “But… I didn’t find anything about destroyed roads. How does a whole town end up sealed off?”

Lucifer’s grin widened, his eyes glittering with a wicked excitement. “That’s why we’re here, genius. To find out what’s really hiding in this lovely little death trap.”

He shot Adam a challenging look, lingering a beat too long before turning toward the fog-shrouded path. “So, are you coming, or are you just going to stand there daydreaming about me?”

Adam jolted, warmth creeping into his cheeks. He muttered an awkward laugh, hurrying to catch up. “I wasn’t—I’m not daydreaming. Just... thinking.”

The forest closed in around them as they trudged into the thickening mist, the silence so dense it felt like it absorbed their footsteps. Branches curved overhead, twisted and blackened, forming strange shapes that cast warped shadows onto the ground. Adam’s nerves prickled as he took in the sights, the trees like dark sentinels guarding the way forward.

Hours slipped by, fatigue weighing their steps, until finally they reached a small clearing where a stretch of broken road appeared, half-lost in the mist. Just as Lucifer had described, the pavement looked like it had been torn open by some force from below. Blackened asphalt lay in jagged pieces, with cracks snaking along its length like the veins of something diseased.

Lucifer crouched beside the broken road, tracing a gloved finger along one of the deep fissures.

“Get the camera rolling, Adam,” he said, his voice hushed, as though even he felt the weight of whatever had scarred this place.

Adam nodded, pulling his bulky camera out and resting it on his shoulder, focusing the lens on Lucifer, who was now scrutinizing the road with an unsettling intensity. As he filmed, Adam felt the stillness press in, his pulse thrumming beneath the eerie quiet. In the distance, the fog moved like fingers stretching across the earth, curling around trees and rocks, thickening as though something lay hidden within its depths, just waiting for them to get closer.

Lucifer glanced up, catching Adam’s eye with a slow, unsettling smile.

“You nervous, Adam?” His voice held a teasing edge, but his gaze lingered, a flicker of something unspoken dancing in his expression.

Adam swallowed, gripping the camera tighter. “Uh, no... I’m just... focused.”

He felt a strange warmth under Lucifer’s gaze, but brushed it off, chalking it up to the unnerving vibe of the place.

Lucifer’s chuckle was low, almost conspiratorial. “Good. Wouldn’t want you running off before we get to the really creepy part.”

Adam forced a smile, feeling a bit off-kilter, as though he was being led somewhere he couldn’t see.

“Here we are,” Lucifer began, his voice slipping into the low, haunting tone he saved for only the creepiest of shoots.

“The first stretch of road leading into our ‘special’ town. And it looks like something clawed its way right through it.” He knelt, fingers tracing the jagged cracks that split the asphalt wide open, dipping into the fissure like he was teasing something slumbering beneath.

“It’s as if the earth itself wanted to swallow this place whole,” he murmured, almost to himself. His fingers lingered along the blackened, crumbling edge of the road, drifting with a strange grace. Then, with a slow, taunting glance back at Adam, he smirked. “Every road leading into Centralia looks like this. Fractured, twisted… like it was burned from the inside out. No earthquakes, no natural disaster on record can explain it.”

Adam shut off the camera, sliding it back into its case. “So, what do you think actually caused this? I mean, logically.”

Lucifer shrugged, lips curling into a faint, almost knowing smile. “A fault line, maybe? Or some underground activity we’re not privy to? But let’s be real—an earthquake wouldn’t turn the ground black as tar, would it?”

Adam shook his head. “No… that’s just it. It’s like the ground’s been scorched.”

They walked further down the road, the destruction growing worse with each step. The asphalt disintegrated beneath their feet, parts of it crumbling like old charcoal. He knelt to examine it, and the road material dissolved under his fingertips like ash.

The silence thickened around them, pressing down as the road began to twist, scars widening into gaping chasms. The trees lining their path grew dark, their trunks streaked with a slick, oily residue, and Lucifer reached out, touching one of the trunks. His gloved fingers came away smeared with a thick, inky substance that reeked faintly of smoke and decay.

“What the hell is this?” he muttered, scowling as he wiped the black gunk on his leather jacket. The faintest flicker of disgust crossed his face as he looked at his now-stained hand.

Adam glanced up, uneasy. The trees loomed like skeletal fingers against the dull sky, their branches stripped bare and clawing outward. Somewhere above, two crows circled, their harsh cries slicing through the dense silence. Adam shivered, muttering, “Bad omen.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, though a glimmer of amusement danced there. “Come on, don’t go getting all superstitious on me. There’s no such thing as ghosts, Adam.” His gaze lingered a moment longer. “And if anything creepy does decide to show, I’ll be the one to protect you. Promise.”

Adam chuckled, brushing off the chill that ran down his spine. “Oh yeah, that’s comforting.”

They continued forward, the fog thickening as it curled around them, swallowing the road in shadows. Lucifer took a step ahead, casting a quick, roguish glance over his shoulder. “Try to keep up, won’t you?”

Adam rolled his eyes, stumbling as he caught his foot on a loose chunk of asphalt, narrowly catching himself. “Careful, Lucifer,” he teased, trying to see through the mist. “Can’t have you tripping over your own confidence.”

Just then, Lucifer stumbled, his foot catching on a jagged edge, forcing him forward. He straightened quickly, cheeks coloring faintly as he huffed, brushing off his jacket. “Watch yourself, sunshine,” he shot back, though his smirk softened as he narrowed his eyes playfully at Adam.

The fog grew denser still, heavy and damp, clinging to their skin as the silence settled like a shroud. It felt as if they were pressing deeper into something they weren’t meant to uncover. Finally, a faint shape began to form through the mist—a weathered sign, its letters faded and streaked with grime. Adam pointed, barely able to contain a strange thrill. “Hey—look!”

The sign came into view, its rusted lettering peeling, spelling out the town’s name: Silent Hill.

“We’re close now,” Adam murmured, his voice barely audible as if even he didn’t want to disturb the silence that held the town in its grip.

Lucifer cocked a brow, his smirk widening. “Silent Hill? Sounds like the setup for some god-awful horror movie.” He stepped closer, examining the sign, its chipped green paint looking more like moss than a welcome. “If I see any creepy nurses or monsters with freaky heads, I’m done.”

Adam’s laugh drifted out, his breath visible in the cold. “Silent Hill… yeah, like something straight out of a nightmare.”

Lucifer scoffed, though the smile tugging at his mouth didn’t fade. He stepped back, taking in the battered, eerie sign as if it were a warning rather than a greeting. The letters were unevenly scrawled, as if someone had tried to maintain it against the slow crawl of decay, but years of neglect had turned it into a relic of something best forgotten. It stood like a final boundary, almost hesitant to let them pass.

“Well, lead the way, fearless leader,” Adam murmured, casting him a glance of playful confidence.

Lucifer shook his head, muttering, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, sunshine,” before stepping through the fog-drenched threshold, his smile hiding something darker, something that felt like a dare.

They walked on, each step swallowed by the spongy earth, muffled and ghostly, as if the ground itself wanted to consume the sound. The road wound and twisted like something diseased, cracked wide open and jagged, leading them further into the blackened heart of Silent Hill. Burn marks crawled across the surface in strange, charred patterns, as though scorched by flames that had left no warmth, only a deep, dead cold.

Crossing the town’s threshold, an unnatural chill slipped around them, tendrils of cold tightening like skeletal fingers. The silence grew oppressive, thick as fog, broken only by the rare crackle of unseen leaves and the distant, throaty caws of crows watching from the void above. As the mist shifted, the town’s structures crept into view—rows of decayed buildings slouched on either side, their broken windows dark and hollow, watching with an unsettling, silent patience.

"Alright, Adam. Start recording," Lucifer's voice cut through the silence, his tone lower, sharper, as if the air itself might eavesdrop.

Adam shook off his trance, lifting the camera, adjusting until Lucifer was framed perfectly against the mist-bound ruins behind him. Lucifer's gaze turned forward, his voice slipping into that eerie cadence, something almost too perfect, too practiced, as he let the weight of the town seep into his words.

"Here we are," he began, his voice low and hushed, as if afraid to wake something lurking in the shadows. "Silent Hill. Abandoned, left to rot in its own silence, a town filled with... echoes."

He took a step forward, gesturing toward the broken asphalt and the derelict buildings lining the streets, their faces streaked with age and soot, like scarred, forgotten souls.

“Why was it abandoned? What horrors lie within these walls? The few records that even acknowledge Silent Hill suggest something went terribly wrong here—something everyone wants to forget.”

He motioned to a row of dolls that lined the fog-choked sidewalks, strewn like discarded relics along benches and steps. Each one was twisted, scorched, their faces cracked and vacant, eyes burned black as if watching things no one should see. Lucifer crouched by one, lifting it gingerly by its scorched, brittle arm, and his voice dropped lower, almost reverent.

“These dolls... there are stories about them, tales of how they just… appear. No one knows who placed them, or why. Silent reminders, arranged by unseen hands. Left to watch, or to remember.”

Setting the doll down with care, Lucifer straightened, locking eyes with Adam. Something raw flashed across his face, almost vulnerable before he blinked it away, the ghost of a grin slipping into its place. The camera’s whirr cut off, leaving Adam and Lucifer in thickening silence. Adam lowered the camera, but the unease pressing on his chest only grew heavier, thicker, like the fog itself was alive, tightening its grip around them.

“So... what do you really think happened here?” he asked, his voice barely breaking through the stillness, as if the fog might listen in.

Lucifer tilted his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he scanned the dead street, his gaze drifting over every eerie detail with something almost... hungry.

"Who knows? Could be superstition—or maybe there’s something someone’s gone to a lot of trouble to keep hidden." His eyes glinted, flashing with something sly and unsettling. "But I can tell you this—there’s something wrong here. Like the town itself is... waiting."

Adam felt a shiver crawl up his spine, but he forced it down, eyes following Lucifer’s long strides as he moved deeper into Silent Hill. The fog clung to them, thickening, folding in on itself like it was swallowing them whole. It felt alive, sentient, as if it had memories of its own, unwilling to let them trespass so freely. Silence closed around them, heavy and choking, but finally, Adam spoke again, his voice low and cautious, barely daring to break the hush.

“Did I mention the police had this place locked down for five years straight?”

Lucifer paused, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “No… Why?”

Adam’s voice fell even lower, an almost conspiratorial whisper. “They wouldn’t say. Anyone who tried to access the records was met with the same answer: Silent Hill didn’t exist. The police… they outright denied the town, and those who asked too many questions? They disappeared.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened, a genuine spark of intrigue mixing with something darker. His gaze shifted, lingering on the scattered dolls that lined the road, each one dressed in faded clothing from different eras. They were strange, eerie effigies, like something a child might stitch together from memory—only they had faces, darkened, broken. Each one looked like it had been through a hundred fires, sitting in still, quiet torment, watching, waiting, their black eyes searing right through the mist.

“Look at them,” Lucifer muttered, almost to himself, his gaze running over the ragged forms. “Dressed like the townsfolk, aren’t they? Some are modern, some from who knows when…”

He leaned closer to one with a tattered floral dress, its painted eyes glinting with something sinister beneath the grime. “It’s like the town’s leaving us clues, weaving its own twisted history into these… remnants.”

Adam swallowed, his skin prickling with the sensation of unseen eyes tracking their every move. Each doll seemed to stare, their hollow eyes following, dead and endless, as if the secrets of Silent Hill had carved themselves into their wooden faces, as if they knew why the fog was growing thicker, why the silence felt so… predatory.

The fog thickened around them, swallowing the path back, as though Silent Hill itself had decided to keep them here—trapped in the fog’s cold embrace, with nothing but the dolls for company, watching, waiting, as if the town had only just begun to tell its story.

Adam’s gaze clung to the rows of decrepit, darkened buildings, each one slumped and shadowed, lining the street like silent sentinels. They seemed frozen in some agonizing moment, leaning just slightly as if bending beneath the weight of years. Broken windows dotted each structure, some fractured to reveal nothing but blackness within, others smudged with grime and dust. Behind that filthy glass, there was the chilling impression of unseen eyes watching, waiting.

Silent Hill wore an eerie veil of ordinariness, yet everything was touched by an unsettling stillness, a silence that hummed with wrongness. It felt like the ghost of a bustling town had been preserved here, in the middle of an invisible breath, right before disaster struck. The empty shops on the main street seemed ready to come alive at any second, their dust-laden windows showcasing displays of strange, outdated goods—canned food lined up in warped metal, posters faded beyond recognition, mannequins with their faces nearly worn away, leaving only empty sockets and chipped, lifeless smiles. This wasn’t simply abandonment; it felt as if the town was decaying from the inside out, like an old film reel rotting to darkness.

Ahead of them, a solitary hotel loomed, its faded sign hanging on a single rusted chain, swinging slightly in the chill air. The paint had peeled away, showing faded layers of once-vibrant color—blue, red, green—like the ghostly remains of a thousand attempts to keep the place alive. But time had worn it all down. Fog crept around its upper floors, pressing against the windows like an insistent hand, and as they neared, the doors of the hotel seemed to gape, black and empty, like a mouth waiting to consume them.

Lucifer’s gaze moved slowly, flicking from building to building, lingering on the strange dolls that peered from windowsills and shadows. His voice was soft, like an unspoken thought.

“This place is… something else,” he murmured, almost to himself.

Adam nodded, catching Lucifer’s gaze for a moment before glancing away. “It’s like the town’s holding its breath. Waiting for someone to walk back in, like nothing happened. But there’s nothing here. No life.”

They walked on, their footsteps echoing unnaturally loud in the suffocating quiet. Every shop sign, swaying faintly in a non-existent breeze, bore faded names—almost too worn to read. There had once been a bakery, an old-fashioned barbershop, a florist with a mural of roses on its wall, though the once-bright reds and greens had faded into sickly shades of grey and black.

Yet something about the town didn’t seem completely dead. Every so often, an unseen sound would drift through the fog—a clatter, a shuffling echo—like footsteps moving just out of view, or a door creaking on its hinges. But whenever Adam turned, no doors ever visibly shifted. He could have sworn he saw something—a flicker of movement—in one of the upstairs windows of the hotel, just for a moment, like a shadow pulling back a curtain. But when he blinked, it was gone, leaving only the desolate street and the blanket of fog.

A shiver ran down Adam’s spine, thickening with the gnawing sensation that they weren’t alone here. The emptiness of Silent Hill felt deceptive, like it wore its own mask. Some unknown presence seemed to lurk just beyond his line of sight, concealed in the heavy fog, watching them with a deep, quiet hunger.

Lucifer took a slow breath, his exhale curling through the mist like a ghost of warmth. His eyes were fixed on the looming hotel, a glint of something dark and excited flickering in them.

“Come on,” he murmured, almost playful, like he was coaxing Adam closer. “Let’s see what’s inside the hotel. If there’s any place with answers in this town, it’s bound to be that relic.”

Adam swallowed, nodding, his voice caught in his throat as he felt Lucifer’s gaze linger on him a moment too long, like the town wasn’t the only thing here with secrets. He cast a last glance over his shoulder at the dolls scattered along the street, each one tilted just so, their hollow eyes following, as though either warning him—or welcoming him.

As they neared the hotel, the weight of Lucifer’s stare didn’t fade. Adam felt an odd warmth creeping under his skin every time their eyes met but dismissed it as just the strangeness of the place, the unease it stirred in him. Lucifer moved closer, his fingers brushing Adam’s arm lightly.

“You scared, Adam?” he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips, his tone just a little too teasing.

“Of course not,” Adam muttered, his voice wavering in spite of himself.

Lucifer’s smirk grew as his fingers lingered a moment longer, a touch almost intimate, almost… possessive, but Adam brushed it off, too rattled to let himself wonder why his pulse quickened at the closeness.

Adam trailed behind Lucifer, eyes wandering the fractured streets and dilapidated buildings cloaked in mist. A chill clawed its way down his spine as he turned his head by chance, catching sight of a side street buried in fog. He squinted into the haze, his breath catching as he made out rows upon rows of doll-like figures scattered down the street—at first as silent and unmoving as the rest. But then, one of the dolls moved. It bolted across the street, limbs jerking, disappearing into the fog. Adam’s gasp cut through the silence, his green eyes widening as he yelled, “Wait!” before tearing off in pursuit.

“Adam?!” Lucifer’s voice, sharp with alarm, echoed behind him.

Adam heard him call again, but didn’t stop, his heart thundering as he plunged deeper into the mist. The fog thickened, blurring the edges of buildings and muting his own footfalls until it felt like he was running through some endless dream. Finally, his breath heaving, Adam stumbled to a halt, hands braced against his knees as he gasped for air.

Moments later, Lucifer skidded to a stop beside him, doubling over with a muttered curse.

“What...in hell’s name...do you think you’re doing?” he panted, casting a furious but relieved look at Adam. His hands fell to his hips as he caught his breath, concern flickering in his gaze. “Damn it, Adam, don’t pull stuff like that.”

Adam shook his head, still trying to steady his breathing.

“I’m sorry. I...I saw someone,” he managed, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Lucifer blinked, his eyes narrowing. He glanced around at the empty, mist-choked street, his brows knitting in disbelief. “Are you sure it wasn’t another doll?” His voice held a teasing lilt, but his eyes darted over every shadow, scanning the fog as though daring it to reveal itself.

“No,” Adam insisted, shaking his head emphatically. “I’m sure. It wasn’t a doll; they were running, Lucifer. I swear.”

Lucifer’s gaze softened a fraction, his mouth twisting with a bemused smile. “You’re stubborn, you know that?”

He folded his arms, sweeping the fog-shrouded street with another hard look. “Alright, let’s assume you did see someone. If they were here, they’re gone now. We’re all alone again.”

Adam groaned, rubbing his temples as the edges of doubt crept in. “But they were right there,” he muttered, casting another glance over his shoulder, half-expecting the figure to reappear in the shadowed doorway of a building.

“Maybe it was a shadow or a trick of the fog,” Lucifer suggested, a strange softness entering his tone as he placed a hand on Adam’s shoulder. “Places like this…they have a way of playing with your mind.”

Adam sighed, his eyes fixed on the deserted street, though he could still feel Lucifer’s hand lingering on his shoulder, warm and oddly reassuring. He glanced down, confused by the strange warmth blooming under his skin. But when he looked up, Lucifer’s expression was calm, even affectionate—a look that made his heart stutter for reasons he couldn’t quite name.

“Alright, alright,” Adam mumbled, brushing off the thoughts as he turned back. But the silence around them felt heavier, as though they were no longer alone. It was as if the entire town was pressing closer, listening, breathing with them.

Lucifer watched him for a moment longer, then tugged gently on his sleeve, his voice soft and coaxing. “Come on, if anyone’s still lingering here, they’ll find their way to the hotel sooner or later. Let’s keep moving.”

Reluctantly, Adam nodded, casting one last look into the swirling fog before following Lucifer back toward the hotel that loomed like a dark monolith in the distance. Its empty windows were like hollow eyes, staring out into the town’s forgotten streets.

They walked side by side, Adam’s green eyes darting nervously between the empty buildings as they neared the towering structure. The dolls seemed to watch from every window, their vacant eyes following the two as if each step brought them closer to something they couldn’t turn back from. Lucifer noticed his tense glances and gave a small, amused snort, jerking his head toward a faint shape emerging in the mist.

“Would you look at that?” he muttered, nodding to a red-roofed building that had been partially obscured behind a row of gnarled, withered trees and crumbling storefronts. “A school. Guess even this town thought it would last forever.”

Adam squinted at the faded schoolhouse, its once-bright paint dulled by grime and fog. The sight unsettled him, a reminder that Silent Hill had once been a town full of life.

“They must have thought they’d be here…forever,” he murmured, his voice trailing off as he imagined what it might have looked like, full of children and families.

Lucifer chuckled, casting him a sidelong glance that made Adam’s pulse skip.

“That’s the thing, Adam,” he said, his voice low and laced with something darkly amused. “People never think they’ll just… disappear. One day, they’re putting up schools and bakeries, and the next…”

His words trailed off, but his gaze lingered on Adam, as though there was a deeper meaning he wasn’t quite saying.

Adam laughed awkwardly, forcing himself to break eye contact. “Yeah. Guess it was a dumb statement.”

Lucifer’s gaze lingered on him, a strange fondness flickering behind his eyes as he smirked.

“Maybe not that dumb,” he murmured, so softly that Adam barely heard him. He gave the school one last glance as they walked past, letting its ghostly presence sink into the fog behind them.

The hotel loomed closer, its faded sign hanging at an angle above the door, weathered and abandoned yet strangely inviting. Adam quickened his pace, falling in step with Lucifer as they approached the entrance, feeling the eyes of the forgotten town watching them from within every broken window and every shadowed corner.

They entered the hotel, swallowed by darkness and the faint scent of mildew and decay. The heavy doors creaked shut behind them, sealing them in. Dust drifted through the air like fine ash, and the air felt thick, weighted with years of silence and secrets. The lobby was eerily pristine despite the dust; old armchairs sat arranged as though they’d been waiting forever, empty yet expectant. A fireplace lay cold and dark, its ashes undisturbed but somehow recent, as though someone had been here, warming themselves by the fire… waiting.

Adam turned, uneasy, only to find Lucifer leaning against the counter, studying him with a gaze that felt like it could pierce right through him. The look in Lucifer’s eyes was strange—dark, a little too intent, as if he was savouring every moment here, every glance, every touch. Adam could feel his cheeks warm slightly but chalked it up to nerves, unaware of the amusement glinting in Lucifer’s eyes.

“Come on, partner,” Lucifer said, his voice sliding through the dark like honeyed poison. “Let’s see what else this place has to offer.”

He offered his hand with a crooked smile, a silent invitation—or was it a dare? Adam hesitated, but after a heartbeat’s pause, he took it, feeling the warmth of Lucifer’s hand swallow his own.

They moved together deeper into the shadows, the broken mirrors lining the halls casting fractured reflections of themselves back as they walked side by side. In the mirrors, shadows seemed to cling to their images, dark shapes flickering just behind them, stretching longer than they should, as if the darkness itself wanted to reach out, to touch.

Adam couldn’t shake the feeling of being drawn deeper, not only by the hotel but by the faint, relentless pull of Lucifer’s eyes. The walls seemed to tighten around them, the whispers of fog drifting through cracked windows, curling like breath. Somewhere in the distance, a soft, melodic hum echoed, barely audible, like a lullaby sung in another life.

Lucifer’s voice broke the silence, low and almost… fond.

“Stick close to me, Adam. I’d hate for something to happen to you here.” The words lingered in the air like smoke, curling into Adam’s mind as they stepped further, deeper, into the heart of Silent Hill, and the strange, twisted secrets it seemed all too eager to share.

Adam coughed, the dust prickling in his throat, prompting a pointed look from Lucifer.

“You got your inhaler?” he asked, one eyebrow arched in concern.

“Of course I do,” Adam replied grumpily, patting his pocket.

“Good,” Lucifer said, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Last thing I need is you having another asthma attack like in Italy.”

“That won’t happen,” Adam assured him, a mix of amusement and defensiveness colouring his voice. “Quit worrying, Mom.”

Lucifer gasped in mock offense, playfully swatting at Adam's shoulder. “Mom, huh?” Their laughter echoed through the fog, a reminder of the years spent together, a bond forged in darkness and light. In that moment, Adam felt an overwhelming swell of gratitude—Lucifer had been his anchor during the stormiest days, his truest friend.

With a shared sense of determination, they pushed through the dusty double doors, stepping into the hotel’s entryway. The interior was as lifeless as the exterior, drenched in shadows. Faded, peeling wallpaper clung to the walls like dead skin, and the ceiling bore dark patches of mold that spread like inkblots across the surface. The carpet lay in tatters, moth-eaten and reeking of neglect, while pieces of upturned furniture lay scattered as if the hotel had been abandoned mid-chaos, frozen in its last moments of despair.

And then there were the dolls.

Dozens of them, seated in eerie, haphazard clusters across the lounge area. Some perched on the edges of tables, others sprawled over upturned chairs, all facing forward as if waiting for a performance to begin. Their lifeless eyes, dull and unblinking, created an unsettling audience, their blank stares fixed squarely on Lucifer and Adam, silently judging their intrusion.

Lucifer glanced back at Adam, a mischievous smirk creeping onto his face. Taking a deep breath, he bellowed, “HELLO!”

Adam jumped, his heart racing as he clutched his chest. “Lucifer! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Lucifer burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the cavernous space. “See? Nobody here but a bunch of creepy dolls!”

Adam rolled his eyes, letting out a huff of relief, though the earlier image of that fleeting shadow lingered in his mind like a bad dream. “Maybe it was just... I don’t know, my imagination playing tricks,” he mumbled, still unsettled.

“Probably,” Lucifer replied, giving him a knowing look. “You didn’t sleep much last night. That always happens when you’re tired.”

He spun around, fingers snapping as he backtracked toward the front desk, gesturing for Adam to get the camera ready.

Adam shrugged off his pack, pulling out the camera and lifting it to his shoulder. With practiced ease, he directed it toward Lucifer, who was positioning himself near the counter, standing in front of a weathered wooden wall of room keys, many of which were mysteriously missing.

Clearing his throat, Lucifer lowered his voice into a haunting, theatrical tone. “Behind me, you’ll notice the once-grand Silent Hill Hotel, left to rot in its own quiet despair. Dusty floors, overturned furniture, and most curiously…”

He stepped aside, allowing the camera to focus on the wall of tarnished keys. “These.”

Reaching out, he tapped the tarnished plaques with his finger. “Each key here would have led to a room filled with life—a family on vacation, a couple celebrating an anniversary, a businessman traveling for work…”

His voice softened, leaning in closer to the camera. “But look closely, folks—more than half of these keys are missing. You have to wonder… where did all those people go?”

His hand fell as he gestured to the empty spaces on the wall, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Maybe they never checked out. Maybe they were… spirited away in their rooms, vanished without a trace, leaving nothing behind but these eerie dolls as reminders.”

Despite the unsettling atmosphere, Adam couldn’t help but grin. Lucifer had a unique talent for transforming any setting into a stage for shadows and mysteries, and Silent Hill seemed to inspire the most chilling performances. His voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible over the camera’s whir, as he glanced around the empty lobby.

“And if you listen closely,” he continued, leaning toward the lens, “You might just hear them whispering, waiting… as if they’ve never really left.”

He stepped back, letting the weight of his words linger in the air. Adam clicked the camera off, still feeling a tingle of excitement from Lucifer's performance. He exhaled, shaking his head in admiration.

“You sure know how to make an empty room feel haunted,” he said, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

Lucifer shrugged, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “It’s all about selling the story, my friend.”

His gaze flicked past Adam, fixating on the shadowy stairwell that led up into the darkness. “And I have a feeling… that we’ve only scratched the surface.”

With that, the two of them exchanged a glance, a mix of apprehension and exhilaration swirling in the air between them. Whatever secrets lay hidden within the heart of Silent Hill, they would face them together, united against the encroaching shadows. As they moved deeper into the hotel, the atmosphere grew heavier, thick with the weight of memories long forgotten and whispers yet to be spoken.

As Adam and Lucifer ventured deeper into the hotel’s shadows, the building seemed to creak and groan around them, as though the hotel itself was alive, watching them navigate its decay with quiet amusement. Dust floated thickly in the air, catching in Adam’s throat and clinging to every surface, and the once-grand decor had faded into bleakness. Blue paint peeled from the walls, curling back like desiccated leaves, and patches of garish, outdated wallpaper hung limply, stained by years of neglect. Holes and gaping fissures pocked the floor, leaving yawning gaps between the remaining boards—forcing the two to climb gingerly along the edges, testing each step before daring to proceed.

Lucifer paused beside Adam as they stepped around a particularly large hole. He nudged Adam, eyes alight with mischief despite the grim surroundings.

“You know,” he purred, his voice low and teasing, “We are in a hotel. We could find a room and... make our own kind of fun.”

Adam let out a bark of laughter, entirely oblivious to the suggestive undertone. “Yeah, sure! You really want to hang out in this dump? We’d probably get tetanus from the sheets.”

He grinned, nudging Lucifer back, seemingly amused by his friend’s “joke.”

Lucifer chuckled, lips curving into a soft smile, enjoying the obliviousness. He glanced sideways at Adam, eyes flicking over his childhood friend’s face, savouring the unspoken tension between them even if Adam remained blissfully unaware.

They came to another gaping hole in the floor, wider than most, the broken edges of wood jutting upward like teeth. Adam surveyed it and turned back to Lucifer, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’ll go first. Long legs have their advantages, you know?” he teased, making a show of easily leaping across the gap and landing on the other side with a graceful thud.

He turned, offering his hands to Lucifer with a grin. “Need a hand, shorty?”

Lucifer’s cheeks puffed out indignantly. “I am not short.”

With a defiant huff, he took a few steps back, then sprinted forward, eyes trained on the other side. But as his feet left the ground, his boot slipped on the dusty floorboard. He teetered on the edge, arms flailing, a flash of fear sparking in his blue eyes.

Before he could slip back, Adam lunged forward, grabbing Lucifer’s arm and yanking him close, pulling him flush against his chest. For a moment, the world went silent, and Lucifer’s arms instinctively wrapped around Adam’s middle, his face pressed into the warmth of his friend’s chest. His heart thundered, not entirely from the near-fall.

Adam grinned down at him, brows raised with amusement. “Scared, Lucy?”

Lucifer lifted his gaze, cheeks tinged pink as he met Adam’s eyes. His voice dropped to a murmur, barely audible above the quiet creaks of the hotel. “Not when you’re here, I’m not.”

Adam’s grin widened, his face lighting up at the compliment. He gave Lucifer’s smaller form an affectionate squeeze, and Lucifer let out a small yelp, squirming as Adam’s strong arms held him tight.

“Y-you’re crushing me, you oaf!” Lucifer whined, his face heating further as he half-heartedly pushed at Adam’s chest.

Adam laughed, loosening his grip but keeping his hands steady on Lucifer’s shoulders, his expression playful. “Alright, alright. But you’ve gotta admit—this shorty’s a little lucky I’ve got long legs.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, huffing, but his smile lingered, soft and genuine, his flushed cheeks betraying the gratitude—and something else—that Adam hadn’t yet recognized.

As they continued their careful exploration through the silent, desolate hotel, Adam and Lucifer walked side by side, their footsteps muted by the thick layer of dust coating the carpet. The corridor seemed to stretch endlessly ahead, lined with broken light fixtures that flickered faintly, casting eerie shadows across peeling walls and rotting doors. Faint, twisted sounds reached them from deeper within the corridor—odd, distorted groans, metallic scrapes, and an unsettling whining that seemed to ripple through the walls themselves.

The two exchanged a wary look, and Lucifer instinctively shuffled closer to Adam, his hand brushing against Adam’s. Adam, almost reflexively, took hold of his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Lucifer’s breath hitched, a brief smile flickering across his face as he clung tightly, his fingers laced with Adam’s. Together, they gazed down the dim hallway, where half-open doors revealed rooms in various states of decay. In some rooms, a few dolls sat on the floor or propped against beds, their lifeless eyes fixed vacantly on the doorway, as if waiting.

They ventured further down the corridor, drawn by the unsettling noises. As they approached, the sounds intensified, morphing into something far worse than simple groans—now inhuman whining, like metal grating against bone, underscored by the eerie sound of wire stretching and snapping in sharp bursts. Adam’s grip tightened as they stopped in front of a door marked "Janitor’s Closet," its handle tarnished and faintly rusted.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, his hand trembling slightly as he reached for the door. Slowly, he pressed against it, and the door dragged open with a grating, ear-piercing whine. It scraped along the floor as it swung open, revealing a grotesque sight.

Inside, wire webs stretched in tangled webs from wall to wall, binding every inch of the small room. The wires crisscrossed in intricate patterns, wrapping around and pulling tight across a form—a corpse hanging midair, twisted backward by the sharp, biting wire. Its face, pale and rotted, stared blankly forward, its mouth open in a silent scream as the wires twisted through its limbs, pinning it in a grotesque puppet-like pose.

Lucifer’s eyes widened in horror, his hand flying to his mouth as he stumbled back, his face ghostly pale.

“That—that’s not a doll,” he gasped, his voice trembling. His stomach twisted violently, and he choked out, “I’m… I’m gonna be sick!”

He clamped a hand over his mouth, slipping his hand free from Adam’s grasp as he turned, desperate to get away.

Adam covered his own mouth, his own pulse pounding as the rancid odour of decay filled the air. The sight was sickening, even worse than the dolls—something about the way the corpse was suspended, bound like some macabre piece of art, felt personal, as though the hotel were trapping them in a twisted game. His heart raced, and he didn’t need another look to agree with Lucifer’s instinct to flee.

They stumbled back into the corridor, both struggling to shake the haunting image from their minds. Just as they caught their breath, Lucifer’s foot hovered over empty air where solid ground should have been. He screamed, the sound piercing as he lurched forward, the floor giving way in the blink of an eye.

“Lucifer!” Adam shouted, lunging forward and grabbing his arm just before he could fall into the dark chasm that had somehow formed behind them. He pulled him back with all his strength, and they both toppled back, landing heavily on the ground, Lucifer landing squarely against Adam’s chest.

For a moment, they lay there, Lucifer’s rapid breaths hot against Adam’s neck, his fingers digging into Adam’s hoodie with a death grip. Adam rubbed his back in soothing circles, his own heart still pounding.

 “You—you okay?” he managed, his voice gentle as he glanced down at his trembling friend.

Lucifer nodded, though his expression betrayed his rattled state. His fingers clung to Adam’s hoodie, eyes fixed on the spot where solid floor had just been, his breath coming in short, gasping pants.

Adam’s gaze followed Lucifer’s, staring at the gaping hole in the corridor with equal disbelief. Had the floor just given out after they’d walked over it? The quiet realization settled over them that, like everything else in this town, the very structure of the hotel was shifting, moving beneath their feet, as though leading them deeper into its depths.

But with Lucifer’s fingers clinging to his shirt, Adam felt a surge of determination, a silent promise to keep him safe. Squeezing him tighter for just a moment, Adam whispered, “I’m not letting go. Not in here—not ever.”

Lucifer blushed, his grip softening as he looked up, his eyes meeting Adam’s with an unspoken gratitude.

Adam’s soft smile lingered as he slowly loosened his hold, but not before giving Lucifer one last reassuring squeeze.

Lucifer’s breaths came shallow and fast, his chest heaving as he clutched at Adam’s hoodie, his wide blue eyes staring up at him, filled with horror.

“Who… who could have done that?” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, hands shaking. “That body… Adam, how was it even here? Shouldn’t the police have found it? Taped this place off or something?”

Adam’s face softened, and he reached up, gently cupping Lucifer’s face between his hands, thumbs brushing lightly over his cheeks.

“Hey, look at me. It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice calm and steady, grounding Lucifer. “Just take a few deep breaths. Focus on me, alright? We’ll be fine. I don’t know how long that poor person has been there, but it could have happened after the police last came through.”

Lucifer stared at him, his breaths gradually slowing, his gaze locked onto Adam’s eyes. He nodded, a little unsteady, as he processed Adam’s words.

“So… we’ll leave, then? Tell the police?” he asked, his voice still shaky.

Adam nodded, his grip on Lucifer steady as he helped him to his feet. But as Lucifer straightened, his legs buckled, his strength giving out as he slumped back into Adam’s arms, his whole body trembling.

“I’ve never… I’ve never seen anything like that,” he whispered, his voice cracking.

Adam held him closer, rubbing his back in slow, comforting circles. “I know. Just breathe. I’m right here with you.”

After a few moments, Lucifer’s breathing steadied again, and he nodded, his fingers still gripping Adam’s sleeve tightly. Adam looked back to the broken floor ahead, the gap stretching across the hallway.

“Alright,” he said, Llooks like we’ll have to shimmy along the wall to get around it. It’s too big to jump.”

He stepped up to the edge, pressing himself flat against the wall, his movements careful but confident as he edged along the narrow strip of floor that remained. Reaching the other side, Adam turned back to Lucifer, offering him a reassuring smile.

“See? It’s easy. Just keep looking at me, okay? Don’t look down. I’ll be right here.”

Lucifer glanced down at the dark void beneath him, swallowing thickly before looking back at Adam. He nodded, his face pale, and followed, trembling as he pressed himself against the wall, inching along with his eyes fixed solely on Adam. When he reached the other side, he reached out, and Adam took his hand, helping him up onto the platform.

“There. You did great,” Adam said softly, smiling down at him with a gentle warmth that steadied Lucifer.

Lucifer sniffed, managing a faint smile as he shook his head.

“Maybe… we should wait until morning,” he mumbled, gesturing to the window at the end of the hallway, where the sky had darkened. “I don’t want to walk through this place—and then the forest—in the pitch black.”

Adam nodded, glancing around at the nearby doors. “Agreed. It’d be unwise to head out now.” He nodded toward one of the cracked, ajar doors. “We can wait in here until dawn. The hotel might actually be our safest bet for the night.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened as Adam pushed the door open, revealing a small, dusty room, mercifully empty of any dolls.

“We… we’re staying together?” he asked softly, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

Adam blinked, surprised, but nodded. “Yeah, that was the idea. Unless… you’d rather not?”

But Lucifer immediately shook his head, his grip tightening on Adam’s hand.

“No! I… I don’t want to be alone,” he said quickly, stepping closer to him, his expression earnest.

With a soft smile, Adam led him into the room. The door didn’t lock, so they improvised, stacking a few heavy objects—an old wooden chair, a dusty crate—against it, creating a makeshift barricade. It wasn’t much, but it gave them a little sense of security.

They both settled on the floor, their backs against the wall, both hesitant to touch the bed, its stained, dust-coated mattress giving them second thoughts. Lucifer leaned into Adam’s side, his head resting against Adam’s shoulder, his eyes still wide and wary, his body tense.

Adam slid an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in a little closer.

“It’ll be alright, Lucifer,” he murmured softly, his tone warm and reassuring.

Lucifer’s breath hitched slightly as he glanced up at him, finding comfort in the warmth of Adam’s presence. The weight of the room, the decay, the darkness—they all felt a little less suffocating with Adam by his side.

For the first time that night, Lucifer closed his eyes, allowing himself to let go, even if just a little, as Adam’s steady presence kept his fears at bay.

The room lay silent, thick with dust and shadows that seemed to stretch toward them, yet all Lucifer could focus on was Adam’s peaceful face, his steady breaths and the soft rise and fall of his chest. The faint moonlight filtering through the grimy window cast gentle shadows across Adam’s face, highlighting his strong jawline and the faint curve of his lips. Even in sleep, Adam’s expression held a quiet strength, and Lucifer couldn’t look away.

A wave of something familiar but forbidden rose in Lucifer’s chest—an ache that had lingered there for as long as he could remember. Adam’s presence was a balm, easing an ache he never fully understood. Shifting slightly, he slid from Adam’s side to his lap, moving carefully so as not to wake him. His fingers found the zipper of Adam’s hoodie, pinching it lightly, hesitating for a moment before he slowly pulled it down. As he did, a faint rustle of fabric stirred the silence. He took a deep breath, settling himself against Adam’s chest, laying his head there, feeling the warmth seep through the thin fabric of Adam’s shirt.

He closed his eyes, listening to the steady thump of Adam’s heart beneath his cheek—a comforting, rhythmic beat that lulled his own fears and stirred up a bittersweet comfort. Lucifer’s hand found its way to Adam’s chest, his fingers splaying out, his palm pressing against the gentle curve of muscle. He could feel Adam’s heartbeat even more strongly now, each beat a reminder of the warmth, the safety, and the longing he felt so acutely.

Lucifer had always admired Adam’s way of falling asleep so easily, no matter where they were. Adam could drift off anywhere, in the middle of any situation, with a trust that everything around him would work out. Lucifer had never had that kind of peace. There was a restlessness in him, a cold hollowness that felt as though it was etched into his very bones. Ever since he could remember, he’d felt different, as if he were missing some vital piece, some part of himself that would make him feel whole. It was a feeling that had gnawed at him for years, a creeping emptiness he couldn’t shake.

But with Adam, the edges of that hollow feeling softened. The emptiness seemed bearable, and he felt… alive. Whole, in a way that both soothed him and made him ache even more deeply. He longed to confess these feelings, to tell Adam the truth of the love he kept locked away, yet he never found the courage. Adam was his best friend, his one constant—and the thought of risking that friendship, of confessing something that might drive a wedge between them, was terrifying.

He felt Adam stir slightly beneath him, his heartbeat quickening for just a moment before slowing back down. As Lucifer rested his hand on Adam’s chest, feeling the warmth and life beneath his fingers, he allowed himself a rare vulnerability, a quiet confession to the darkness around them. He gazed down at Adam’s face, memorizing every detail, every angle, allowing himself to imagine—for just a moment—that Adam felt the same way.

Lucifer closed his eyes, pressing his palm more firmly against Adam’s chest, feeling the strong, steady rhythm beneath his hand. That heart had saved him more times than he could count, had pulled him back from the edge of loneliness and fear. Here, in the silence, it felt like the only sound in the world, and for this one night, it was enough.

Blue eyes opening again, Lucifer began to slid his hand back and forth, rubbing Adam’s chest. His fingers brushed against Adam’s nipple, feeling it beginning to harden under his fingertips. Lucifer slowly pulled back and tilted his head, gazing up into Adam’s face as he played with Adam’s nipple. He began to lift his other hand, cupping Adam’s other breast and squeezing gently, rubbing both nipples through his t-shirt.

Honestly, Lucifer would have never done this. He would have never had the courage too. But for some reason, he felt different. Being in Silent Hill, he felt like he was different.

Leaning forward, Lucifer parted his lips and licked at Adam’s hardening nipples through the t-shirt. He sucks softly, groaning as he heard Adam’s breathe hitch. His blue eyes became dazed as he played with them, his hands twitching with the urge to slip underneath the t-shirt.

A startled gasp escaped Lucifer as he pulled his hands away in shock.

What was he doing? He shouldn’t be doing that. Not to Adam. Not his Adam.

Rubbing his hot face, Lucifer buried his head back into Adam’s chest and clenched his eyes shut. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. He chanted in his head. Sleep and don’t do anything!

No matter how hard Lucifer tried to forget about it, he still found himself thinking…

Adam’s nipples felt so nice on my tongue…

Adam’s eyes flew open, squinting against the soft morning light filtering in through the grimy hotel window. He let out a groan, arching his back until it cracked, trying to shake off the fog of sleep that still clung to him. Blinking, he surveyed the room, momentarily thrown by the strange surroundings, until the memories of last night crept back.

The cold, dusty room. The unsettling feeling of being watched. Lucifer…

Adam’s hand went instinctively to his hoodie, frowning as he noticed it had somehow come unzipped. He could’ve sworn he’d zipped it up tightly before they’d hunkered down, and he couldn’t shake the strange feeling that something had shifted overnight. That’s when it hit him—Lucifer was nowhere in sight. The spot beside him was empty.

A spike of panic shot through him, and Adam spun around the room, his gaze snapping to the door. The makeshift barricade they’d set up was partially displaced, the door cracked open just enough for Lucifer to have slipped through quietly in the night.

“Shit,” Adam muttered, rushing to the door and practically throwing himself through it into the corridor. Why would Lucifer leave? It didn’t make any sense. They’d both agreed it was safer to stay together.

"Lucifer!" Adam shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth as his voice echoed down the eerie, empty hallway. He strained to listen, waiting for any reply, but was met with a chilling silence. The only sound was a faint creaking from the floor above, like someone was slowly pacing or…running.

“Lucifer?” he called again, voice tight with worry as he sprinted down the corridor, reaching the staircase and taking the steps two at a time until he arrived at the sixth floor. His footsteps echoed, and a shiver ran down his spine as he noticed that, unlike the lower floors, this hallway was lined with enormous, imposing paintings instead of doors.

The paintings loomed on either side, all religious in theme—depictions of Jesus, Mary Magdalene, and saints—but there was something disturbingly distorted in the details. Each figure’s expression was exaggerated, eyes hollow and haunting. It felt like they were staring directly into his soul. Adam’s pace slowed as he took in each unsettling face, his gaze lingering on a massive painting labelled “666.” It portrayed a monstrous, twisted angel wreathed in black flames, its expression somewhere between agony and rage.

Just then, a blood-curdling scream cut through the air, echoing down the corridor and jolting Adam from his thoughts.

He spun around, shouting, “Lucifer?!” Panic laced his voice as he searched for the source of the scream.

It seemed to be coming from behind the “666” painting. Adam’s brow furrowed as he reached out, pressing his hand to the canvas, feeling along its edges. To his surprise, the outline of a hidden door lay just beneath the surface. He took a quick glance down the hall, then spotted a shard of broken glass nearby.

Without hesitating, he grabbed the glass, using it to slice a line down the painting’s centre. The material gave way, peeling back like a dark curtain and revealing a concealed door behind it.

As the canvas fell away, Adam stood before the hidden door, his heart pounding fiercely against his chest. The screaming had stopped as abruptly as it began, leaving an unnerving silence in its wake. He wrapped his fingers around the cold handle, hesitating for a fraction of a second before pulling it open. The door creaked, revealing a narrow, dim passage beyond, barely lit by the weak rays filtering through cracks in the walls. Dust danced in the stagnant air, swirling around as if disturbed by some unseen presence.

Adam swallowed, bracing himself as he stepped into the dark corridor. His mind raced with worry, images of Lucifer lost or hurt flashing through his thoughts. He clenched his fists. Why would Lucifer wander off alone? And where could he have possibly gone?

As he moved forward, the unsettling feeling of being watched grew, pressing down on him, but he pushed through it. Ahead, he glimpsed another door, its wood rotted and scarred. Carved into it was a crude engraving of the same twisted angel from the painting outside. Beneath it, words were scratched in haphazard, jagged lettering:

"Sins left unspoken. Souls left forgotten."

Adam stood just beyond the threshold of Room 666, staring into the yawning chasm that awaited him. The room had the desolate feel of a once-grand ballroom, stripped of all its former glory, and now opened into a blackened pit. The faint odor of charred wood and scorched metal hung in the air, with only a few skeletal remains of the floor left intact. Where walls and pillars once rose, there were now jagged platforms clinging precariously to the edges, each one groaning under even the smallest weight. Adam’s gaze flickered down, noting the precarious squeak of the platform beneath his feet. One wrong step, and he’d be swallowed whole.

With a cautious breath, Adam scanned the ruined expanse, his green eyes adjusting to the dim, heavy gloom. And then he saw him—Lucifer. The figure crouched across the vast drop, perched on another brittle ledge. His head was bowed, his platinum hair casting a soft glow in the shadows. Adam felt his breath catch.

“Lucifer?” he called softly, his voice echoing across the darkness.

At the sound, Lucifer’s shoulders tensed, his silhouette somehow smaller, as if retreating inward. Relief washed over Adam, his voice trembling with the weight of worry and a thread of hope. “Hang on… I’m coming to you.”

Adam’s eyes traced the exposed framework around them. Torn wires dangled like twisted vines, their ends sparking faintly in the darkness. Wrapping his hands around one, he tugged, testing its strength. It held firm—enough, he hoped, to bear his weight. He cast one last glance at Lucifer, steeling himself. “The things I do for you,” he murmured, trying to keep his tone light. But Lucifer gave no reaction, his silence stretching cold and empty.

Adam bit his lip, suppressing a pang of dread as he swung across, landing heavily on the opposite platform. His sneakers slipped on the charred surface, nearly sending him over the edge, but he steadied himself. Just a breath away now, he took in Lucifer’s form—crouched low, back to him, so still he could’ve been a statue. He looked… different. Smaller, more fragile somehow.

“Lucifer?” Adam whispered, voice soft and reassuring as he moved closer, bending down until he was nearly eye-level. “Hey… it’s okay. I’m here with you. You’re not alone.”

He reached out, fingers brushing against Lucifer’s shoulder, and felt the shudder that rippled through his friend’s body. Slowly, Lucifer lifted his head, turning to look at Adam. The movement was unnaturally stiff, his head snapping around with a predator’s precision. Adam’s breath hitched, his blood running cold as he locked eyes with the figure before him. Lucifer’s gaze was a shocking blaze of blood-red and gold, gleaming with a darkness that seemed to pulse in the shadows. His lips twisted upward in a smile that was both seductive and sinister, sharp teeth glinting beneath the soft glow.

Adam’s heart lurched. This isn’t him, he realized, his gaze dropping from Lucifer’s eyes to his outfit—no longer the oversized sweater and dark jeans, but something far more elegant, though distinctly inhuman. His best friend looked like a creature draped in an ethereal, almost otherworldly suit, stitched from shadows and something darker, something unknowable.

“L-Lucifer?” Adam’s voice cracked as he edged backward, careful not to stumble off the platform.

Lucifer grinned wider, his gaze trailing Adam with a predatory intensity, his movements sinuous as he advanced. Adam flinched, his back colliding with a twisted, jagged piece of metal. He was trapped, his escape cut off.

“Oh, Addie…” Lucifer’s voice slithered through the air, a sound like silk sliding over glass shards. His hands rose, long, clawed fingers stretching towards Adam. Those black claws traced the line of his jaw, the touch cold as ice yet burning against Adam’s skin. “You’ve come back… I always knew you would.”

Adam’s mouth opened, but no words came. His mind raced, but it was as if the shadows themselves were pressing down on his chest, stealing his voice. And then, in one swift movement, Lucifer leaned closer, his lips brushing over Adam’s. The touch was intoxicating, a kiss both tender and consuming, a union of hunger and desperation.

Adam felt Lucifer’s tongue, serpentine and invasive, slip past his lips. He gasped, feeling his heart pound with a mixture of fear and something darker, deeper, an emotion he couldn’t quite name. Helpless, he succumbed to the kiss, caught in the grasp of something that was both his friend—and something far beyond that.

Jumping, Adam’s eyes widened when Lucifer’s claws suddenly ran down his front. They gripped Adam’s chest tightly, his claws fondling Adam’s breasts before Lucifer pulled back with a grin. He yanked Adam’s t-shirt up, revealing his chest and delicious nipples.

“You’re so pretty~” Lucifer cooed, beginning to rub Adam’s nipples with purpose, “You still so pretty and lovely, Addie~”

“W-Wait, what – Ah!” Adam gasped as Lucifer pushed his knee forward, pressing it against the area between Adam’s legs.

“Addie, you’re still so bashful~” Lucifer whispered, lowering his head and allowing his long serpent tongue to slip out.

A whimper escaped Adam as Lucifer began to lick at his nipples, sliding his tongue back and forth. Tracing it was hunger before he took it into his mouth and sucking. All the time, Lucifer was rubbing his knee against Adam’s hardening cock.

Adam gasped as Lucifer’s kiss faded into empty air, his knees nearly buckling beneath him. His glassy eyes darted around, scanning the eerie, desolate pit. But the twisted, demonic vision of Lucifer had vanished, disappearing into the shadows as though he’d never been there.

Adam’s heart pounded in the hollow silence, his breath shaky as he whispered, “Lucifer…?”

His voice was a frail thread of hope, swallowed by the cavernous darkness around him.

Then, faintly, he heard it—a familiar voice, fragile yet achingly familiar, echoing softly. “Adam? Where are you?”

Adam perked up, clutching his chest as if the sound might disappear. Relief and confusion tangled within him, grounding him just enough to regain control of his legs. He gripped the hanging wire he’d used to cross the chasm, taking a moment to steady himself before carefully swinging back to the other side. He dared not glance back at the desolate pit, forcing himself to ignore the icy dread it left lingering in his bones.

He hurried down the narrow, decayed steps of the abandoned hotel, following the faint echoes of Lucifer’s voice as it led him forward. Bursting through the double doors into the crisp night air, he saw him—Lucifer, standing alone in the middle of the deserted street. The glow from the street lamps cast soft shadows over his familiar form, and for a second, Adam’s chest clenched with something like longing.

Lucifer turned sharply as Adam threw open the doors. For a brief moment, they simply stared at each other, Adam’s breath catching in his throat as he drank in the sight before him. It was truly Lucifer, his best friend, with the warm blue eyes that sparkled under the streetlights, wrapped snugly in his oversized, worn-out fuzzy sweater and leather jacket.

“Lucifer!” Adam called, his voice cracking with relief as he sprinted down the steps, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. He threw his arms around Lucifer, pulling him into a fierce, desperate hug.

Lucifer jerked in surprise but quickly hugged him back, clutching him tightly as if afraid he’d vanish. He tilted his head up to look at Adam, brows knitting together in frustration. “Where were you? I woke up, and you were just… gone!” His voice trembled, laced with both irritation and the lingering echo of fear. “How could you just leave me like that?”

Adam’s eyes widened, his pulse racing. “What? No, Luci, you were gone when I woke up! I looked everywhere, and then I found—”

He paused, swallowing hard, struggling to push the vision of the other Lucifer out of his mind.

Lucifer’s eyes flickered with a mixture of confusion and fear, his brow furrowing as he shook his head.

“N-No… that’s not possible. I woke up, and… you weren’t there. The door was open, and I thought—” He trailed off, his voice catching, eyes darting briefly over Adam’s shoulder to the ominous hotel looming behind them.

Adam cupped Lucifer’s face gently, his thumb tracing the edge of his cheek.

“You’re here now. That’s what matters,” he whispered, his voice low but filled with a strange, newfound intensity. He realized he’d been trembling, his whole body humming with the memory of the other Lucifer’s claws and smile. He forced himself to focus on the warmth of the real Lucifer in his arms.

Lucifer blinked up at him, his gaze softening, the fear slowly melting from his expression.

“You scared me, Addie. Don’t do that again,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

Adam took a shaky step back, his hand instinctively reaching out to grip Lucifer’s tightly. He gave his friend a weak but earnest smile, squeezing his hand as if to ground himself in the reality of Lucifer’s warmth. "I won’t leave you again. I promise."

Lucifer sniffed, eyes damp with relief as he looked up. "Then… let’s go. I want to get out of here, Adam. I want to leave Silent Hill behind."

 “Me too,” he murmured.

 Together, they set off, urgency fuelling each step as they retraced their path through the darkened, fog-drenched streets. Their footsteps echoed off the silent ruins, the unsettling quiet of the town feeling heavier with each stride, as though something watched from the shrouded windows and cracked walls.

Soot drifted through the sky like snow.

As they neared the town’s edge, Adam felt his pulse quicken, eager to put Silent Hill—and its horrors—behind them. But then, they stopped dead, horror seizing them both.

The road had been torn asunder. Where the street should have stretched on, there was now only a jagged cliff, yawning open like the mouth of some immense beast. Rocks and debris tumbled down into an endless darkness below, swallowed up without a sound. Silent Hill seemed to have devoured its own exit, sealing them in.

Adam’s heart pounded as he peered over the edge, his grip on Lucifer’s hand tightening.

“No… this can’t be,” he whispered, the hopelessness clawing at his chest.

Lucifer’s face paled, his blue eyes wide with disbelief. “Adam, what do we do?”

His voice trembled, and he looked back at Adam with a helplessness that broke Adam’s heart.

“We’ll find another way,” Adam said, though he could barely keep his own voice steady. “We have to.”

But even as he said it, the air around them grew colder, the fog thickening into an almost solid wall of mist. It pressed in, swirling around them like a shroud, obscuring everything but each other. Adam pulled Lucifer closer, their breaths mingling in the chilling air as they clung to the one familiar warmth.

“We’ll…we’ll figure this out.”

[confinesofmy]

there's only one thing worse than the kitchener stitch—or what a quick google search has informed me is more technically called "end-to-end grafting"—and that's having to completely unpick 23 stitches worth of grafting because it should've been 24 and there's a weird little gap in the stitches of your potential heirloom garment and you're not sure exactly what's happening but you know it will only happen more from here

[roastedoatmilk]

Who Kissed Nanami?

Kento Nanami x GN! Reader

Summary: The first year trio see that someone left lipstick on Nanami’s collar so they decide to play detective and figure out who it was

Word Count: 1.7k

Tags: literally so much fluff, the first years follow nanami, heavily implied itafushi, some sprinkles of nobamaki, nanami and reader being disgustingly in love with each other

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This was also posted on ao3

A/N This was heavily inspired by a selfship commission i have from my lovely friend cassecreeoute let me know if y’all would like to see it :D

Something was different about Nanami, that much Yuji could tell. He wasn’t quite sure what it was but the stoic man seems to have a bit more pep in his step as of late. While out on missions Nanami seemed more adamant than usual to leave at exactly 6pm, making quick work of whatever it is that’s keeping him. On multiple occasions the pink haired boy has caught his mentor smiling at his phone; two things that the man doesn’t often do. On this day in particular the elder man came into work with a faint red mark peeking up from almost right under where the collar of his shirt meets his neck causing alarm bells to go off in the boy’s head. Yuji decides that his best course of action is to go to Fushiguro and Kugisaki with his findings. He manages to catch Fushiguro while he’s leaving his dorm only offering a small “Need to talk to you.” before grabbing the spiky haired boy by the hand and dragging him down the hallway.

They managed to find Kugisaki sitting beside Maki in the courtyard, the two girls leaning over a phone discussing something in hushed voices. As the boys drew closer they were able to catch a bit of their conversation. 

“I’m telling you Maki he’s obviously hiding something.” Nobara whispers to her elder classmate before continuing.”Nanami doesn’t seem like the type to share stuff like that anyways.” 

Maki nods along before looking up and seeing the two boys approaching them, still holding hands with each other. A smirk grows on the green haired girl’s face seeing this before she stands up and says her goodbyes to the trio. The boys make their way over to their counterpart sitting down next to her. Nobara looks the two boys up and down in annoyance.

“What do the two of you want?” The ginger girl huffs, “I was having a conversation you know.”

Yuji flushes in embarrassment, lowering his head before responding in a hushed voice “I think Nanamin has someone special in his life, I’ve noticed some stuff about him lately.” 

Hearing this Nobara visibly perks up giving the cursed boy her full attention, grabbing him by the shoulders she shakes him while saying “Why didn’t you start with that, tell me everything you know right now!” 

“Kugisaki, if you expect him to answer you need to stop shaking him.” Megumi says, speaking for the first time since Yuji dragged him to the courtyard. 

The elder girl stopped shaking the boy, giving him a break so that he can say his findings. Taking a deep breath Yuji then tells the two everything that he has noticed, even showing them the photo he sneakily took of the mark on Nanami’s neck. Nobara snatched the phone out of his hands to examine the photo further, zooming in as close as possible on the photo.

“I definitely recognize that shade of lipstick, a bit too red for my taste personally.” The girl speaks before handing the phone back to its owner.

Yuji pockets his phone, collecting his thoughts for a moment before declaring “I think we need to investigate where Nanami is going after work, he told me he has somewhere to be tonight.” 

A bewildered look crosses Megumi’s face as he listens to the boy next to him, not really wanting to spend his night following the blond stoic man around. However Nobara seems equally as determined as the pink haired boy to figure out what Nanami is hiding. The two of them lean into each other and whisper ideas of where the man could be heading to. 

Later that night at exactly 6pm Nanami stands from his desk, paperwork already completed, and starts to head out for the night. The first years watch as the door to his office opens and he walks out, heading straight for the entryway of the school. The three students spring into action, following behind the man at a reasonable distance. 

They watch as the man pulls out his phone and calls someone the second he walks through the school’s barrier. Yuji and Nobara gasp as they see the man smile as he says he’ll meet whoever is on the other end of the line at a restaurant a few blocks away, their jaws drop even more as they hear the man say that he loves the person and that he’ll see them soon. Nobara grabs the two younger boys and forces them into a group huddle. 

“He’s definitely seeing someone, we need to follow him to the restaurant and find out who it is.” The girl whispers conspiratorially. Yuji firmly nods agreeing with her while Megumi just sighs before nodding as well. 

The three continue following behind the taller man, making sure to keep their distance. When he arrives at the restaurant he visibly perks up when he sees a person sitting at one of the tables by the window. Making his way inside the trio watch as he walks over to the person, coming up behind them and placing his hands over their eyes causing the person to laugh as they try and guess who it is covering their eyes. Nobara and Yuji’s eyes widen as they watch the person remove his hands from their eyes then stand up and turn around to face Nanami, placing a kiss on his lips leaving behind a mark in the same shade as the one on his neck. Nobara lets out a squeal so loud that it causes the two lovers’ heads to snap in her direction. The first years freeze in place knowing that they are now caught spying on the older man. 

Nanami lets out a deep sigh, pinching his fingers between his eyes and shaking his head. His partner however just laughs at the shocked faces of the kids, leaning into Nanami’s shoulder for support. The older man's shoulders now bouncing as he also chuckles at the kids. The three stand there in complete shock watching the two adults laugh at their expense. 

“W-we are so sorry for following you Nanamin, we just had noticed some stuff about you lately and wanted to find out what it meant.” Yuji stutters, his face completely red at this point. 

“Yeah!” Nobara chimed in, “Besides it was Itadori’s idea in the first place I was just following along.” This caused the pink haired boy to bow his head in shame, nodding along to the words of the older girl. Megumi stands with the two before waving shyly at you, his face a vibrant shade of pink. 

You laugh even harder at the three students before making your way over to them standing in front of the trio. Nanami follows behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“It’s very nice to meet you two and it’s nice to see you again Megumi.” You say to the kids, your voice gentle as if talking to a baby deer.  A bright look in your eyes as you speak to the kids. 

Yuji’s head shoots up towards Megumi at hearing that the dark haired boy had met you before, Megumi refusing to look at his friends mutters a “It’s nice to see you again too.” 

Yuji and Nobara round on him after he speaks, the elder girl staring daggers into the green eyed boy. 

“Why didn't you tell us that you knew about Nanami’s partner huh??” Nobara squawks clinging to his arm.

“Do you not trust us, is that it Fushiguro?” Yuji asks with fake tears in his eyes, playing into Nobara’s act.

Megumi frees himself from Nobara before he tentatively reaches out to hook his pinky around the pink haired boy’s own. Megumi takes a few moments before speaking to his friends in a soft tone, “It just wasn’t my place to reveal that sort of information, I figured they were keeping it a secret for a reason.” 

The other two nod in understanding, giving up the act they had been putting on finding his reason acceptable. Yuji locks his pinky around Megumi’s in response. The two boys shyly looked at each other before the clearing of a throat caused their heads to snap up. Nanami and you are still standing there watching the trio, a small smile gracing both of your faces. 

“Have any of you eaten yet?” The tall blond man asks the trio, his voice soft. The three shake their heads in response, and on queue Yuji’s stomach starts to growl. Causing everyone to let out a laugh. 

“Come on kiddos, let's get you guys some food before you have to go back to school.” You say, ushering the kids into the restaurant. 

The three sitting in the booth across from where Nanami and yourself sit. You spend the next few hours getting to know the kids as you all eat. Answering any of the questions that the trio had. After all of the food was eaten and the kids ran out of questions, Nanami paid the bill before telling the kids that he’ll walk them back to the school. The three groan not yet wanting to go back but follow the elder man anyways. Before they leave Nanami gives you a peck on the lips, a smile gracing his face as he looks at you. 

“I’ll be home as soon as I make sure that they’re all back in their dorms.” The freckled man murmurs, placing yet another peck on your lips. You laugh at the man before nodding and turning to the kids. 

“It was lovely meeting you both Itadori and Kugisaki, and it was great seeing you again Fushiguro.” you tell the trio. Wrapping the three of them into a quick hug. 

“It was nice meeting you too.” Yuji and Nobara blurt at the same time causing you to smile even wider at them. 

“It was good to see you again.” Megumi mutters his face still pink from embarrassment.

You let the three go and Nanami ushers them towards the exit, the three dragging their feet behind him. Laughing at the kids as you watch them go, you hope that you’ll be able to have dinner with the trio again soon.

A/N here’s part two i had tons of fun writing this i hope y’all enjoy it as always lmk what y’all think in the comments 🫶🏻

[ambrosiagoldfish]

I've never sent a request before, but I'm fiending for more adam, like anything, anything at all

Benefit of the doubt

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Viewer discretion is advised

Warnings: Angst(?), Not exactly fluff at the end but it gets better, typical Adam TW’s, reader low-key high-key has a complex about being loved, this is set way before the show, and Gn! Reader. (Also Y/n isn’t used, which also surprised me, the author, LMAO)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1760

A/N: Hi! Thanks for the request! I haven’t had a chance to write something that was originally my own idea in a while, so this was very refreshing! I’ve had this idea since I’ve watched the show so I hope you enjoy it!

I’m entirely up for making a small series from this oneshot, but I would need to know y’all’s opinion on it! (So don’t feel scared to let me know if you want some more of this idea in my Request box/the replies on this post!!)

Also Adam may be slightly OOC but please just chalk it up to him not yet getting his ego’s dick sucked 24/7

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, let me know if you do!

Proofread but of course could have left mistakes!

You’ve existed for almost all of human existence, Almost.

You were the 4th being to be created during the time of Eden. But unlike the other 3, you weren’t human. In fact, you technically never lived before. An honestly hopeless existence, yet it was so beautiful in every way. But for what purpose? Well…

You were created shortly after Eve ate the apple, before she and eventually Adam committed the first act of sin that caused evil to latch onto humanity like a leech.

The reason for your existence was simple. To be Adam’s new spouse, except for when after he died. From the very moment Eve bit the fruit of temptation, it was already decided she would hold no place in heaven. Adam was given mercy due to him not possessing any knowledge of the fruit Eve had shared with him, he trusted her wholeheartedly. Which is exactly why heaven gave him mercy… no, pity would be a better choice of words.

Upon your creation you learned immediately of the happenings before your existence. About Lilith and Eve, and about Lucifer

And so, after Adam and Eve were casted away from the Garden, they continued to live their lives, fostering the existence of mankind for the rest of time. And when they eventually died, Adam was given pity while Eve was thrown to the wayside, the vast unknown.

You thought it was finally your time to experience existence with the one you loved, the one you were made for. Of course you never would know life as he did but surely your life never-after life could be just as meaningful as his.

How excited you were, how completely enamored by the thought of it. But there was a problem with that, Adam had grown into a new person, he was meant to of course, he was human. But he had grown selfish, abhorrent… insecure.

You understood why, to be betrayed by not one but two of his wives for the same person. You couldn’t possibly imagine what he could be feeling. Before you were to meet your future husband, Sera informed you that he had asked for a mask, and once on, he has refused to take it off.

That didn’t bother you, it’s irrelevant to your love for him. You've only heard descriptions of his features. Short Brown hair, gold eyes, bushy eyebrows, some scruff on his chin. All in all, he sounded perfectly fine, ordinary even. But even then it’s his choice to wear the mask, so you’ll respect it.

Finally, the time he arrived in heaven, and when Sera finally introduced you, his new spouse, the one to whom would be by his side for the rest of forever.

He rejected you outright.

“What?” Your breath hitched as you stuttered over the word, the sharp inhale of your lungs through your mouth flicked through the air.

Sera looked just as shocked as you but she quickly regained her composure “What is the meaning of this Adam?”

“If you think I’m going to let my life get fucked over by another one of your “gifts” well, you’ve got another thing coming!” He crossed his arms and shook his head defyingly. “I’ve already learned my lesson with those last 2 bitches.”

“Adam I’m sorry that happened to you but I would never-“ almost like lightning his finger shot to your mouth, shushing you.

“Save it, Sweetcheeks, I really don’t care what you have to say, so just stay there and look pretty, k?” His hand fell and grabbed the sides of your face, squishing your cheeks together, his LED mask flashing a sharp smile.

You saddeningly looked down at the clouds below you.

“Adam!” Sera’s voice sounded through the air, still soft but firm, she continued, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Divine judgment allowed you to be the first human soul in heaven, so I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I expect you to give your new spouse that same grace.”

Slowly your eyes looked up at Sera with a soft smile. Adam only groaned “Ugh, Fine but don’t be fuxking annoying, capiche?” You nod your head quickly.

“Very good, glad we have it settled.” Sera gives a quick smile, “now, I have some business to take care of so I’ll leave you two alone to get to know one another” With that, Sera flew away leaving the both of you alone.

The silence was thick in the air, the only sound being the occasional wind breeze blowing past. The sunlight creeps in through the clouds painting an orange sky above you both. In every sense of the word, it was perfect.

It was almost funny. You had waited so long to finally meet him, your true love, the one you were made for. All the things you dreamed about, the laughs you’d have together, the warm embrace of the person who you loved. But now… you didn’t know what to say…

“I’m… happy to finally meet you.” Your voice is quiet, almost non-audible. “I’ve been waiting for you since… well, forever…”

He doesn’t respond. He seems to be transfixed on something below you both. You train your eyes on whatever he’s watching only to see the dark cavernous abyss below you. Finally he breaks his silence.

“The fuck is that?” He asked pointing down, a sound of genuine intrigue hidden behind his abrasive voice

“That’s hell?” You stated confused “where would-be sinners will go to be punished, didnt you k-“ you suddenly realized that perhaps Adam really didn’t know what hell was. It was only created relatively recently, after Eve and Him ate the apple, of course he wouldn’t know. “it’s also where Lucifer-“

“Don’t fucking say his name.” Adam spoke, his voice rough in his speech. LED mask putting a harsh frown on his face. “Let’s get one thing straight M”Kay babe, if you’re my “new spouse” that’s something you should remember.” The “new spouse” was said with a tone clearly meant to mock you.

“Sorry…”

“Ugh, It’s fine, just don’t do it again.” He groaned before a wicked smile crept onto his mask “Sooo, that means he’s going to be stuck with all the wasteful beings of existence, HA fuxkin’ hilarious. Guess that makes them the losers and us the Winners!”

His laugh filled the air, the sound was like music to your ears, sure maybe it wasn’t really what you’d hoped he’d fine funny, but you loved it all the same but eventually his laugh died down

Silence again… in admits of all of it you suddenly was sparked with a thought “oh!” Adam looked confused at the random exclamation. “I had almost forgotten… I brought you something, as a welcome gift or was it a nice to meet you gift? Both? Eh, it doesn’t matter but the point is-“ you suddenly snap your fingers.

Golden light began shining, the light seemed like liquid hot magma as it moved and molded slowly into a shape. Light seemed to be overlapping and churning into itself, forming your desired outcome. With one final snap of your fingers, the gleaming gold liquid took hold, and quickly hardened to a solid.

The object that had formed quickly fell down, landing in your arms with a light thud.

“I’m still learning this creation stuff, so I’m sorry if it’s not perfect but-“ you hold out the object in your arms as an invitation to grab it “I learned from Sera that you liked to play guitar when you were alive, so I thought you might like to have one here…”

Adam looked at the instrument in your hands. The base color was gold, the neck was pearly white with gold strings. To be honest it looked more like a harp then anything, like if a guitar and a harp had a baby.

Silence again. Did he not like it? Did he hate it? You go to pull it back to you and apologize when suddenly it’s ripped out from your hands.

“Holyshit, this is sick as Fuck!” Adam immediately started playing some rifts on the new guitar. The sound wasn’t what you were expecting but you guess Sera was right about his talent with the instrument. The whole time his mask had a wide and sharp smile as he mimicked guitar sounds with his voice, the occasional laugh leaving his mouth.

“I’m really glad you like it” you say, a sigh of relief leaving your body.

Adam looked at you, one you missed. He saw how relieved you were, how nice you were being. No person who supposedly loved him ever gifted him something, well, one other did. Someone he trusted and loved more than everyone, anyone. But look how that ended, with them being removed from the garden, away from an eternity of happiness until he died. All from someone giving him what he thought was nothing but love, a gift.

But he could see that this was different, you were different. When Eve gave him the apple, she didn’t explain what it was or why she wanted him to eat it, even when he asked her she didn’t explain. But with you, you had not only given him something you knew he liked but also expressed the reason behind it. Yes, you were different, even Adam could see it.

“Anyways, thanks for the axe, I guess…” Adam for the first time was stunned, but quickly he continued “What was the thing that Sera chick said about me and “divine judgment” or whatever the fuck? That she gave me the “benefit of the doubt…”

You were a bit confused but continued listening, “I guess I should at least try to give you a chance, since you got me this sick ass guitar an’ shit.” Your face lit up, you about began to speak before you were, once again, shushed “B-B-But-” his finger tapped your lips with each repeated syllable ”-only a chance. If you betray me like those last 2 bitches then you’re done, got it?”

To say you were overjoyed would be an understatement, a smile quickly plastered across your face as you quickly nodded your head

“Alright good, so uh, what do ya say about showing me the best places to get a bite to eat around here, I could really go for some ribs right about now.”

“ I’d… love to, thank you Adam”

“Yeah don’t mention it Sweetcheeks” Adam quickly wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you two began walking.

Maybe you will get your eternity of happiness.you can only pray you do.

[deadghosy]

THANKS TO @lazyemmy FOR THIS LOVELY IDEA OF THE PENGUIN! READER💗🦆

HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER

prompt: during one extermination an angel had kidnapped you and took you to heaven based off a common mistake

“Quack?” You were literally trying to water the hotel’s flowers when you forgot about extermination….the leader of the exterminators had grabbed you by your sailor outfit Velvette made you.

“Shut your mouth short stuff.” You heard a man’s voice to see a person wearing a horned mask and a golden robe. You panicked as Charlie had told you about a man like this as Adam scoffs seeing your panicked state.

“JEEZ CHILL OUT YOU FUCKIN' BIRD BRAIN!” Adam yells as he enters in the portal of heaven with the exterminators behind him. He plops you down on the clouded floors to see the heavenly gates Charlie tells you in stories

As you waddled you seen a male who seemed to be waiting for you. “Ah! Reader..so glad to have you. It seems as if heaven had made a mistake and sent you to hell.” St. Peter said as he picks you up having the gates open. Your eyes widen at the bright light of heaven as angels walk and smile. “Welcome to your true home [reader]”

The air smelt so clean and not bloody as it seemed so peaceful and holy. After St. Peter getting your room and home ready to stay in heaven. You start to feel a little “home” sick as you hope the hotel crew was doing well and aren’t going crazy.

Which they totally are as Charlie is panicking calling her father.

After a few days , Adam will visit you a lot saying how he got forced to look after you…(he wasn’t forced he just liked how cute and pure you are but he’ll never admit it) Adam makes dumb ass jokes about how all those sinners down there should die and perish as he pats you on your little head. You quacked trying to show some worry for your friends down there.

“Oh them? Hah! They’re probably running like headless chickens looking for your ass.” Adam says with his usual grin as he pops some popcorn in his mouth. “Want some?” He says as he waves a piece of popcorn in your face. you sniffed it and ate it from his hand as adam's eyes widen at your cuteness…

you're like a little baby..💗😭😭😭

Adam grabs your chubby cold cheeks as he faces you towards him. “Never leave here. Okay?” He says seriously low with a protective tone as you quack nodding nervously at how quick this dude got attached to you.

Adam pushes your face away from him smirking. “Good now let’s watch this video I saw off of this human app called ‘TikTok’”

Lute didn’t know how to approach you, but she sends you small gifts that reminds her of you as you just open them like “quack?” And a head tilt confused but take it in anyways.

I imagine lute literally being your bodyguard when you don’t have any work to do as she just pushes anyone who gets to close to you away. LIKE IT COULD BE AN OLD LADY AND SHE WOULD BE LIKE “BITCH MOVE!”😭

After the 3rd day of the 1 week of being in heaven, lute definitely got overprotective of you. Always keeping tabs on where you go and which house you deliver mail to. I mean who knows what would happen to a cute soul like you? (A/n: Omg this sounds like a yandere…)

The angels love how adorable you are as they pet you. Immediately you are popular just like how you are popular in hell. Sera has given you a job as a mail boy again as you smile.

I can see St.Peter visit you when he isn’t on duty or just when someone takes his spot so he can say hi and hang out with you.

You wear a cute little yellow and white mail delivery fit thanks to sera who got a designer to get you to fit it perfectly.

You love how you still got your delivery job as you leave a cookie on the front porches of the angels. It’s like your significant signature to others to have a good day.

Adam and lute were arguing one time in front of you and you sniffled not liking the loud noises and immediately, and surprisingly. Adam and Lute pretended everything was okay to make you happy as Adam picked you up and took you away to get your favorite snack for you.

Sera checks on you as well with Emily by her side as Emily just finds you so cute and is excited to get to hang out with you more.

Emily immediately hugs and kisses your head amused by your small and kind soul she sees in you.

Sera would like to take you on stroll on week 2. She’d like to show you around heaven with Emily as she hold you in her arms gushing chow cute you are.

NOW I CAN IMAGINE YOU AND EMILY GOING ON A SHOPPING SPREE TO EXPLORE NEW CLOTHING AESTHETIC ✨💗

You showed yourself to be an angel by spirit as you helped a kid get a new lollipop, which makes sera smile at you being helpful as he is glad to hav with here in heaven and not they “ratchet” place.

You do miss hell as it had your friends who you got use to….you hoped they were still doing okay down there.

MEANWHILE IN HELL: “OMG OMG I CANT BELIEVE THEY GOT KIDNAPPED…IM A BAD FRIENDDD” “HON DONT WORRY, YOUR DAD CAN FIND A WAY TO GET THEM..” “it’s okay fat nuggets, they’ll come back…” *sad oink* and everyone else is having their own panic moment in their own way.

MEANWHILE BACK IN HEAVEN: “quack.” You said looking up at adam who holds your hand. “Huh? Jeeezzz bird brain..stop worrying about those loser down there…they’re fine without you.” Adam says smirking knowing damn well they aren’t .

Emily holds your hand as you waddle quacking at the ice creams around here. They taste so much better as your eyes sparkle at this sweet flavored treat. Emily squeals as her eyes got big and took a pic of your happy face. Sera most definitely got the picture on her heaven phone as her face soften seeing the new angel in heaven enjoying their self.

I imagine Adam is the one to be the one who claims to be the closest to you. But really he just brags about himself to you about how much sinners he kills.

I headcannon for your wings to be little cute fairy looking wings or pure white ones as you just fly.

You definitely have cherubim in heaven which makes the angels find you more adorable as the delivery boy.

You had made an account literally one day, and instantly you got 2 million followers which made you shock as Adam just munches on snacks while you quack panicked at how quick you became famous here.

I headcannon St. Peter to send you cookies with those cute little penguin designs on it. It looks like Christmas cookies but they are so cute and tasty

Say for example you fell and you couldn’t get up as you’re so rounded 😭 LITERALLY ALL YOU CAN DO IS ROLL AND SQEUAK AND QUACK💗 Adam is laughing as he takes a picture and video for himself before helping you up.

I can imagine Adam and Sera having a schedule out to plan who gets it hang out with you on weeks and days 😭

You liked the herbal tea they had as you waddle around with Adam having a kid leash on you as he just looked bored.

At the end of the week, you were sleeping wearing a whole ass cute gown Adam bought you as he literally dropped it on you with a flustered face seeing your cute smile.

As you slept…Lucifer snuck into heaven and snatched you up leaving a “fuck you” letter to Adam. Don’t even question how he got into heaven. Just be glad he took you.

[redr0sewrites]

Sick!Hazbin Hotel x Reader Hcs

i love reverse comfort sm. im also currently being brutally murdered by allergies but i prefer comforting others so here we are

🥀 Cw: fluff, crack, teensy bit of angst with comfort

🥀 Pairing(s): Lucifer x reader, Alastor x reader, Vox x reader, Adam x reader

Lucifer:

sick? him? please, the king of hell doesn't get sick!

thats what he claims anyways

lucifer brushes nearly everything off as just plain allergies, he could literally have a 103 fever and be shaking on the floor and would still be pouting and saying he's fine

the thing about him tho is that he's easy to take care of- after a little coaxing lucifer just sighs and nods glumly before pretty much submitting himself to your care

once he's admitted hes sick tho, he wants you around him 24/7

lucifer wants cuddles, hugs, kisses, he just gets so clingy when he's feeling under the weather

THIS MAN LITERALLY BURNS UP WHEN HE'S SICK ITS ALWAYS THE LITTLE ONES WITH THE HIGHEST RAGING FEVERS THAT LAST FOR DAYS like he'll be sweating and shivering and crying he gets hit HARD when he's sick and it happens so suddenly too- like one day he's fine and then the next he looks like he's one small wind away from collapsing

he lowkey feels bad about asking for things when he's sick so he'll say something offhand like "yk im in the mood for soup" and hopes you get the message

ABSOLUTELY THE TYPE TO GET FEVER DREAMS AND START RAMBLING WHEN HES SICK

like he'll wake up from a nap and still be half asleep and he just starts genuinely rambling about literally the most obscure things

lucifer definitely gets nightmares even when he isn't sick, but when hes feeling like shit and is so delirious he can't tell reality from fiction? be prepared for him to wake up crying and shaking, he just gets so so scared :(

lucifer feels bad about you taking care of him and wants to help, but will lowkey end up pushing himself too hard. PLEASE reassure him and tell him it's alright he'll literally melt

once its all over, lucifer will genuinely trust you more after you saw him in such a vulnerable state and is much more likely to come to you instead of hiding how he's feeling in the future

Alastor:

alastor? weak? lmao no

he would literally rather die than admit he's sick like he would literally just keep pushing on

alastor is one of those people that has an iron immune system like he VERY rarely gets sick but when he does its like torture

to even be alastor's partner you'd have to know him for a long time and you'd probably be able to read him pretty well (at least compared to other people), yet even you sometimes miss his sickness in the earlier stages

alastors biggest tell tale sign of being sick? exhaustion. he very rarely sleeps on the regular, but when he's sick that all catches up to him

he also gets more irritable and a little less composed, he'd be more prone to getting angry and would lash out if anyone asked if he was ok

alastors ears would also be turned back slightly, like most animals do when they're being aggressive, but its pretty much only obvious to people who know him closely

alastor never wants to be vulnerable or weak but you notice that his eyelids keep drifting of their own accord, and how irritable he's been, and it clicks to you that he's obviously not feeling well

approach him about it in private, while alastor does trust you he still doesn't want others to knowm

no matter how much you try he will not lay down, take medicine, or do anything (at least at first)

alastor genuinely thinks that he can just push through on his own and lowkey thinks you're worrying too much

however after two weeks of pure suffering and exhaustion, combined with no sleep and your irritation at his lack of will to take care of himself, alastor finally breaks

he'd prob come to your room at like 4 in the morning and just curl up on the edge of the bed, shivering a little but staying quiet

you wake up to him fast asleep, his ears twitching every once and a while as he rests peacefully near you

get a cool towel and lay it on his forehead to break the fever, and he'll just keep sleeping

he probably wouldn't wake up for at least a few hours, months of lost sleep are catching up to him at this point, giving you the opportunity to make him some soup and medicine

alastor will stir a little when you get out of bed but wont wake up, but once he does wake up he wants you to come back

when he's sick he wants you to be nearby, alastor isn't the touchiest person and being sick makes him feel gross, so he wouldn't want to be touched but would want you arround just to know you're there

this is probably the first step in him being more open to vulnerability around you, and while it may have been a bit of an irritating process to get him back to his usual healthy status, it's definitely worth it as he begins to trust you more

Vox:

lowkey a man child (affectionate)

vox is one of those guys who will take care of himself when he's sick, but he'll complain about it every step of the way

i think he's pretty responsible when he's sick, he'll take the day off and relax but won't do much other than that

he likes when you pamper him though, and a part of him lowkey enjoys being sick because he just gets to have your full attention all of the time (as if he doesn't already💀)

vox would be irritated about showing weakness and not being in control, but he wouldn't be irritated at you

if an employee was being too nosy about his wellbeing? yea he's pissed but if you're the one taking care of him, he'll just sigh and let you do what you want

VOX IS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHOS LITERALLY ALWAYS COLD AND ITS AMPLIFIED WHEN HES SICK

he becomes like a literal ice cube he's SHIVERING and everything

vox has the cutest sneezes too, he glitches out and denies how cute his sneezes are but they really are adorable

vox takes like 2 baths per day when he's sick he hates feeling unclean, and def wants you to join him in the bath (just to relax, get your mind out of the gutter)

vox would be a little pissed about missing work, i think he's a bit of a workaholic and might try to work in bed or sneak some paperwork behind your back

it doesn't work though because he just ends up passing out anyway

vox is big on sleeping when he's sick he's definitely the type to just sleep it off and thats that

like he CRASHES in bed and just does not get up for hours

he sleeps like the dead too, his screen is blank and he barely moves in his sleep

like lucifer, he has fever dreams but they lean more on the weird side rather than the sad side

its funny but instead of talking more when sick, vox actually talks much less. he starts getting super quiet and a lot more needy for your attention

vox is more than happy to return to work and be back on his feet, but will send you a little thank you gift and pamper you in return for taking care of him

Adam:

manchild x2 (also affectionate)

adam DREADS getting sick like he genuinely hates it so much, he sees it as one of his own flaws and it makes him lowkey disgusted at himself

he whines like a baby over a common cold, its almost sad how the slightest sickness will make him act like he's on his death bed

adam whines and complains whenever you aren't around him, he wants cuddles and kisses and is 10x more clingy when he's sick

he has little to no appetite when he's actually sick but gets a huge appetite right after

like you'll have to force him to eat at least a piece of toast per day while he's actually feverish but once he's in recovery he's literally FAMISHED and will ask for so much food

he barely eats or drinks while hes sick it just feels icky to him

i also think he's the type to not want to move like he just collapses on his bed and barely moves an inch (unless you force him)

adam exaggerates when he's barely sick and then underplays it when he's genuinely really sick its lowkey so confusing

like he could have pneuomonia and be half dead and say he's fine but he could have the most common cold and complain foreverrr

he doesn't think you're genuine when you say you want to help him and take care of him, he thinks its just a joke since nobody has ever really taken care of him before

like sure he's been told what to do and bossed around and treated him like a foolish child, but no one has ever sat with him while he's sick and held his hand yk?

while he can be irritable and annoying while he's sick, he apologizes afterwards

its one of the few times he ever apologizes but he genuinely feels bad about lashing out

adam isn't used to being below someone when it comes to status or health and relaxing and letting someone else take care of him is kind of foreign for him, but you both work it out over time

while he isn't the easiest to take care of, he genuinely appreciates that you want to help him and wants to return the favor someday

I WILL MAKE A PT 2 OF THIS WITH MORE FEM CHARACTERS OR WITH HELLUVA BOSS CHARACTERS BUT I DIDNT WANT TO CROWD UP THIS POST TOO MUCH!!!!! ALSO SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES I WROTE THIS WHILE HALF ASLEEP ♥️ HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS TEEHEE

[solelifauna]

So this NOT to imply the writing is bad

But so far the Batfam fic as me genuinely shaking in anger , the fact that dick is convinced that y/n as to prove herself to be "worthy" genuinely got to me to the point I need a pallete cleanser

Could we please get a small drabble of reader growing close with one of the "outside" batfam members?

Like maybe Kate(batwoman) and Luke (batwing) because they are under used

Or hell, maybe to really grind the family gears, reader gets close to azrael

(you know Bruce would've able to do shit if reader got close with Kate, she would fucking eat him alive)

Hey, You're all good bro! I also just want to put out that my fic is based on an au! The portrayals of any characters in my fic are based off of their canon and fanon counterparts, just with my own twist. Since this is a darker universe/au, the Bats along with other heroes are going to be a lot more brutal and jaded.

Also love your idea bro. But, I'll do you one better. Constantine. Bruce absolutely can't stand him and the reader being friends with/getting along with him? Oh, that's bound to grind Bruce's gears. It would also be easier to meet Constantine too.

Let's just say one day the reader gets caught up in some Justice League Dark stuff that Constantine is trying to solve. She gets kidnapped by a cult that wants to use her as a sacrifice. I mean, she is a pretty huge target, being the daughter of a Billionaire after all. Anyways, shes kidnapped, nobody is coming to get her, not from her family at least. Long story short, Constantine arrives too late to stop the ritual, but things don't go according to plan for the cultists anyway. Turns out that the person sacrificed wouldn't be killed, but would instead become a vessel.

Great, now you have some old, eldrich being living rent-free in your mind. The being is old, donning the title "Keeper of Hell", but you'll just call it (they? him? her?), Adam. Yeah, Adam wasn't too happy with the name. When Constantine arrives, however, hes pleasantly surprised to find you alive. When he realizes that you, a 15-year-old, now carry the presence and power of an eldritch being older than Gotham itself, he groans while lighting up a cigarette. Looks like he'd have to deal with you now.

He checks over you making sure you have no internal and external injuries before explaining your situation. He feels a little sorry for you, but he is in no condition to train you. He asks around to other JL dark members, hoping to see if anyone is willing to help you control your new powers. He sighs again when nobody steps up to the plate, too busy with their own sidekicks and quests.

Reluctantly, he tells you he'd help you figure stuff out. And there begins the blossoming of the amazing "Grumpy old man and kid they didn't ask for" troupe. When you tell Constantine your name, he blanks, because of course he gets stuck with one of the bat's kids. However, based on your tone of voice when discussing your family (and the way you begged him not to let Bruce/Batman know of your predicament), he's guessing things aren't all too great between you all. Well, thats not his problem, his only job was to train you and make sure you don't end up accidentally killing someone.

Yeah...like that thought process is going to last. Training sessions start out bleak and professional, he's only doing a job. Then as time continues, he finds himself enjoying your company, your enthusiasm to learn and your rambunctious/sarcastic comebacks always have him fighting off a smile. It's been a while since he's had company like this. Soon, you're both going out on missions, and then ice cream breaks afterward. He lets you fall asleep on his shoulder, drooling all over his trench coat after particularly difficult missions and he can't bring himself to mind.

He's fond of you, although he never admits it out loud. It's okay though, because even though he's never said it out loud, his actions speak louder than words. You could feel his love and pride for you. Although he wasn't exactly your dad per se, he was still something to you, maybe the wine uncle? You don't know, and you don't particularly care to put a label on what Constantine was to you, you're just glad that he's there.

Shit hits the fan, however, when one day you decide to go on a solo mission. It's nothing crazy, just getting rid of some poltergeists and low-level demons and shades. Now, were you given permission to go on this mission alone? No, but in a normal teenage manner, you decide to go anyway. Everything was fine, you got rid of all the poltergeists in the area and even some of the shades too! It's all going well until you realize that the demon mentioned before was not as weak as you were told. You gulped when its blood red eyes turned to you.

"Well shit." Constantine was going to kill you.

It immediately lunges at you, you barely rolling out of its sharp claws. You hit it with a couple of spells, causing the demon to roar out in pain, burn marks now littering its side. Its tail whips at you, colliding with your stomach as you fly into a wall with a loud thud. You groan as you pick yourself up, clutching your ribs, each breath a jagged pain that ripples through your chest. Your arm is slick with blood, the gashes from the demon's claws burning as if its very essence were trying to sear your flesh. You grit your teeth and weave another spell, calling on Adam’s power to knock the demon back. This time, a burst of raw energy slams into it, shattering its leg with a sickening crack.

For a brief moment, you think it's over, ready to strike the final blow. But the demon’s leg snaps back into place, bone and flesh knitting together as if the injury had never happened.

“Of course,” you mutter under your breath. “Why would this be easy?”

The demon lunges again, and you’re just a split second too slow. Burning pain flares through your right arm as its claws tear into you, ripping through your flesh like paper. You scream, the sound involuntary, but you push through the pain, refusing to go down without a fight.

Drawing back, you unleash another spell, a sharp projectile of energy aimed at its neck. The demon flinches, letting out a low growl. That reaction—panic—gives you the first glimmer of hope. Its neck. That's its weak spot.

With renewed determination, you gather every ounce of strength you have left. The cuts across your body throb, and your arm feels like it’s on fire, but you push it all aside. You can do this. You have to do this.

You unleash a volley of cutting spells, each one aimed at the demon’s throat. It fights back viciously, throwing you around the room with a strength that makes your vision blur. Every hit you take feels like your bones are splintering, but you keep going. You keep attacking.

Finally, one of your spells strikes true.

The demon lets out a gurgling screech as your spell cuts deep into its neck. Blood—thick and dark—pours from the wound, and it claws at its own throat, choking. Its body spasms violently, and then, as if collapsing in on itself, it begins to disintegrate. In a few seconds, all that’s left is dust.

You stand there, panting, barely able to process the fact that you did it. You won. A grin spreads across your face, and despite the pain radiating from every part of your body, you let out a weak cheer.

But the celebration is short-lived.

Pain cuts through you like a knife, sharp and sudden, reminding you of just how battered you are. Blood is still oozing from the various gashes across your body, and your arm feels like it’s hanging by a thread. You stumble, nearly falling, but catch yourself at the last second.

“Crap… I’m bleeding out,” you mumble, wincing. “Whoops.”

With what little energy you have left, you remember the spell Constantine taught you, the one that would tether you to him no matter where you were. He warned you not to use it unless it was an emergency—and bleeding out from demon-inflicted wounds definitely qualifies.

You lift your shaking hand and cast the spell, a sluggish flick of your wrist sending out a ripple of energy. A portal forms, shimmering and unstable, but functional enough. Without much grace, you stumble through it, disappearing from the demon’s lair.

What you didn’t know, however, was that Constantine was currently in a Justice League meeting.

The first thing you feel is a sudden drop, like the ground beneath you has vanished. You barely register the sensation of falling before you crash, hard, onto something solid. Groaning, you blink through the haze of pain and find yourself sprawled across a massive table.

You can hear voices—muffled, alarmed—but the world is spinning too much for you to focus. All you know is that you're lying on something cold and hard, and you’re absolutely drenched in blood.

Forcing your eyes open, you see several figures standing around you, staring in shock. Your vision is blurry, but you can make out Superman’s cape and Wonder Woman’s armor. You try to process what's happening, but the pain in your arm and ribs keeps pulling you under.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow. Fuckkkk." You cry out.

Suddenly, the scent of smoke fills the air. You don't even have to look to know who it is. Constantine’s familiar trench coat brushes against your arm as he crouches beside you, cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. His eyes flicker with a dangerous mix of exasperation and barely concealed anger.

“What in the bloody fuck, kid?” he snaps, his tone harsher than usual, but the concern underlies his words.

You wince, the situation hitting you all at once. Crap. Now I've got to deal with this.

You muster a weak, sheepish grin, wincing as you turn your head to face him. “Heyyy Constantine, how are ya?”

His brow furrows deeper, and he’s clearly not amused. “What did you do?”

You swallow hard, trying to think of how to explain yourself without getting ripped to shreds—verbally or otherwise. “I—well, promise you won’t get mad?”

“Too late for that, kid. I’m already halfway there,” he growls, his eyes narrowing as he looks over your wounds. “Now get to it.”

You bite your lip, trying to find the least disastrous way to explain. “So… I sorta… mighta… gone on a solo demon-hunting mission,” you blurt out quickly, hoping he’d just move past it.

The way Constantine’s eyes widen, and the immediate twitch in his jaw tell you that he’s definitely not going to move past it.

“You did what?!” His voice rises as he stands up, rubbing a hand over his face. “Oh bloody— I thought I specifically told you not to go by yourself! And this is what happens!”

“Hey, well, I’m alive, aren’t I?” you say, grinning nervously, trying to play it off.

“That’s besides the point!” He throws his arms up, pacing as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. “Bloody hell, I should’ve known better with you kids. I swear, this is why I never—”

Just then, a dark, grim voice cuts through the chaos, and your heart nearly stops.

“Constantine,” Batman’s tone is low, authoritative. “Why is my daughter bleeding on our table?”

Oh no. No, no, no. Not now.

You freeze, your mind going blank as you feel the weight of Batman’s presence at the end of the table. You slowly, painfully turn your head to see him standing there, cape draped over his shoulders, his gaze icy and locked onto you. His usual stoic expression somehow looks even more intense.

“Ah… shit,” you mutter under your breath, groaning inwardly as you realize you’ve just landed yourself in the absolute worst situation imaginable. “I completely forgot he was still here.” Wait, did you say that out loud?

Constantine gives you a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, kid, you did. And now we’ve got more than just your wounds to worry about, don’t we?” He sighs deeply, rubbing his temples, already anticipating the fallout.

Batman’s eyes narrow, arms crossed as he takes a step closer to you, his voice low and dangerous. “Care to explain yourself?”

You’re still bleeding, your head is pounding, and you’re pretty sure at least a few bones are broken, but none of that compares to the fear creeping up your spine as you look up at your father. Your mind races for an answer, but every excuse you can think of feels flimsy at best.

Constantine clears his throat, sensing the rising tension in the room. “Right. Let’s get her fixed up before this turns into an interrogation, yeah? Kid’s bleeding all over the place, and she’s already taken a beating. We’ll save the lecture for later.” He waves his hand, muttering something under his breath as he kneels beside you again.

The tension between Constantine and Batman lingers in the air, thick and heavy, but Batman finally relents. His eyes soften—slightly—as he watches Constantine work to stabilize your injuries with magic.

You can feel yourself growing weaker, the adrenaline finally wearing off as the pain becomes unbearable. Constantine mutters a healing spell, one that slows the bleeding and knits some of the less serious cuts together. It's not perfect, but it’s enough for now.

“I think it’s time to get you all fixed up, huh?” Constantine says softly, his earlier anger tempered by concern as he helps you sit up, his hand firm on your back to support you.

You nod weakly, not daring to meet Batman’s eyes again. You’re in deep trouble, but for now, at least, you’re still breathing. As Constantine gets ready to teleport you to a safer place to heal, you hear Batman’s voice, calm but steely.

“We’re not done here.”

And with that ominous promise hanging in the air, Constantine picks you up, and the world around you shifts once again.

Constantine gently carries you through the halls toward the Justice League’s med bay, muttering curses under his breath with every step. You could feel his frustration radiating off him, and now, in the quiet aftermath of the fight, guilt begins to settle in your chest. The adrenaline from the battle has worn off, and now you're left with the consequences of your reckless actions.

“Hey, Constantine… I—I’m sorry for not listening to you. I really am,” you say, your voice soft and heavy with regret.

He sighs, not looking at you, but his tone is stern. “I’m not going to lie and say I’m not mad at you, kid. You didn’t just ignore my warnings—you put yourself in danger. There are rules for a reason. What if you got seriously hurt and couldn’t cast a spell back to me? Even worse, what if you died or got possessed?”

His words hit you hard, and you wither under the weight of them. You know he’s right. All those rules and restrictions aren’t just him being overprotective or controlling, they’re because he cares. He’s seen the kind of darkness that can swallow people whole, and the thought of that happening to you terrifies him, even if he’ll never say it out loud.

By the time you reach the med bay, the guilt feels like it’s pressing down on you as much as the pain in your ribs. Constantine lowers you onto a cot, tucking you in with a gruff gentleness that only he could pull off. He sits down on the side of the bed, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a quick flick of his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.

“What I’m trying to say, kid,” he starts, exhaling a cloud of smoke, “is that I care. I care about you, I care about what happens to you. I don’t want—” He pauses, his voice softening. “I don’t want to ever have to find your body one day. So please, from now on, let me know before you do something stupid like this.”

His words hang in the air, raw and unfiltered. You nod, trying to process it all, and then something clicks in your mind. Wait… did he just say let him know?

“Let you know? Does this mean—” Your eyes widen as realization hits you. “Does this mean I can go on solo missions?”

Constantine lets out a resigned sigh. “Yes, yes, you can start going on solo missions—”

“Hell yeah!” you exclaim, sitting up a little too quickly. Pain shoots through your ribs, but you can’t help the excitement bubbling inside you.

“—but, only the ones I sanction and authorize,” Constantine finishes, cutting through your excitement with a stern look. You deflate a little at his words, but it’s still a victory in your book.

Without thinking, you throw your arms around him, ignoring the sharp pain it causes in your ribs. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise I won’t let you down!”

He chuckles, patting your back awkwardly before pulling away. “Yeah, yeah, I know you won’t. Now, lay back down and get some rest. You still have dark and brooding to deal with.” He gestures toward the direction of the meeting room, clearly dreading the inevitable confrontation with Batman. “And by extension, I do too,” he adds with a heavy sigh.

You groan, sinking back into the cot, the exhaustion finally catching up with you. “I don’t know why he even cares. If he did, he would’ve figured this out ages ago.”

Constantine glances at you, his expression softening for a moment. He takes a long drag of his cigarette before speaking. “He cares, kid. He just… doesn’t always show it the way you want him to. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel it.”

You scoff, though part of you knows he’s right. “Yeah, well, doesn’t feel like it.”

Constantine stands, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it into a nearby ashtray. “Doesn’t matter how it feels right now. The Bat’s going to want answers, and if I know him, he’s going to want to have a very long talk with you. You’re not out of the woods yet.”

You wince at the thought of the upcoming conversation, knowing that Batman’s interrogation will be thorough and far less forgiving than Constantine’s.

“Great,” you mutter, closing your eyes and sinking deeper into the cot. “Just what I need.”

Constantine gives you a small, almost affectionate smile before turning to leave. “Get some rest, kid. You’ve earned it. I’ll deal with the big bad Bat for now.”

And with that, he walks out, leaving you alone in the med bay. As much as you’re dreading what’s to come, you can’t help but feel a sense of relief. Despite the pain and the mistakes you made, you know that Constantine’s got your back. And, maybe, just maybe, Batman does too, even if it’s buried under a mountain of brooding and silence.

For now, though, you let the exhaustion pull you under, trusting that everything else can wait until tomorrow.

-

As you rest, your body finally succumbing to the exhaustion, your breathing evens out and your mind drifts into sleep. The med bay is quiet, sterile, but the tension in the air lingers, waiting for the inevitable. Eventually, a dark, caped figure glides into the room silently, his form casting long shadows across the walls.

Batman—no, Bruce—stands over you, his sharp eyes tracing every bruise, every cut that mars your face. His jaw clenches as a million thoughts swirl in his head, none of them offering any comfort.

What the hell happened to you? Why are you and Constantine so close? How did you even know Constantine? How much had he missed—how little attention had he been paying—to not notice any of this?

Bruce sighs, a deep and frustrated sound. He removes his cowl, setting it on the side table with a weary hand. Without it, he seems less intimidating, less imposing. He stares down at you, seeing the cuts and bruises marking your skin, but what hits him harder is the way your face, in sleep, is still so achingly young. You're his daughter, and yet it feels like you're a stranger to him now.

How did you get so far away?

He knows the answer. The fault lies with him, with the choices he made, the excuses he repeated to himself—telling himself he was too busy, telling himself he would check in later. Later never came, though, and the space between you widened, until it wasn't just him you were drifting away from, but your brothers too.

Bruce noticed the way your brothers treated you, the harsh words, the cold shoulders. He saw the distance, but he justified it, telling himself it was sibling rivalry or something that would pass. He didn't step in. And now, as he looks at you lying there, bruised and battered from a fight he wasn’t even aware of, the reality sinks in: he has no excuse.

With a heavy sigh, Bruce reaches out, his rough but careful hand carding gently through your hair. The gesture is tender, hesitant, as if he's not sure whether he has the right to touch you like this anymore. But as his fingers comb through your hair, you stir in your sleep, a quiet murmur escaping your lips as you unconsciously lean into his touch. It's such a sweet, innocent moment, and for a brief second, Bruce allows himself to feel the warmth of it.

But the moment is fleeting.

He feels the presence before he sees it, the unmistakable smell of cigarette smoke filling the room. His jaw tightens as his hand stills. He doesn’t turn right away, but his voice cuts through the silence.

“Constantine,” Bruce says, his tone gruff even without the cowl to disguise it.

Constantine steps into the room more fully, leaning against the wall, a half-smoked cigarette between his lips. He regards Bruce with that same nonchalance he carries everywhere, though there's a flicker of something else in his eyes—something more cautious.

"Thought you’d still be brooding over in the corner," Constantine says, taking a drag of his cigarette. His eyes drift to you, lying peacefully on the cot. “Didn’t expect to see this version of you.”

Bruce doesn’t respond right away. He pulls his hand back from your hair, his gaze hardening. "What happened?" The question is direct, but underneath it, Constantine can hear the concern, the frustration Bruce doesn't voice aloud.

"She went off on her own," Constantine mutters, taking another drag before blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Went after a demon. Got roughed up pretty bad, but she handled it in the end. Strong kid. Stubborn too. Wonder where she gets that from, eh?"

Bruce's eyes narrow. "And you let her?"

"Let her?" Constantine laughs, a short, sharp sound. "Mate, I didn’t let her. She went behind my back, just like she’s gone behind yours for who knows how long. Difference is, I’m the one she actually came back to.”

That lands like a punch to Bruce's gut. He doesn’t react visibly, but Constantine can see the tension in his posture.

"I didn't know she was…" Bruce starts, then stops, shaking his head. The words feel inadequate. "I didn't know she was involved with this stuff, i didn't even know she was a meta. Or that she knew you."

"Yeah, well, she found her way to me," Constantine says with a shrug, stubbing out his cigarette on the wall. “And she's not a meta by the way, she's a vessel for some eldritch being"

A vague expression of surprise appears on Bruce's face.

"I don't blame you, mate. I was surprised to find her alive afterwards. Not just anyone survives that kind of transformation, she's strong.”

Bruce crosses his arms, his gaze flickering between you and Constantine. “I know she’s strong.”

“Do you?” Constantine raises an eyebrow, the challenge clear in his tone. “Because she’s been running herself ragged trying to prove it. To you. To herself. And, hell, maybe to me too, but at least I see it.”

There’s silence for a moment. Bruce clenches his jaw, turning to look at you again, sleeping soundly despite the tension in the room. He knew Constantine was right. You'd been pushing yourself, fighting to show that you didn’t need them—that you were strong enough on your own. And he had let you. He'd let you because he didn't even care to notice.

Constantine sighs, sensing the weight of the silence. “Look, I didn’t come here to throw stones. But you’ve got to get your shit together with her. She’s tough, but she’s still a kid, and she’s your kid. She needs you.”

Bruce doesn’t answer, but his silence speaks volumes. He watches you, the soft rise and fall of your chest, and feels the regret gnawing at him.

“I’ll handle it,” Bruce finally says, though the words feel hollow.

Constantine gives him a long look, then nods. “You better. Because if you don’t, she’ll be right back with me..”

With that, Constantine pushes off the wall, flicking away the last of his cigarette. “I’ll check in on her later. Try not to fuck this up, mate.” And with one last glance at you, Constantine leaves, the tension in the room ebbing with him.

Bruce remains, standing over you, his mind a whirlwind of regret, guilt, and the desire to fix what’s been broken for far too long. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead—something he hasn’t done in what feels like years—before stepping back, pulling the chair beside your bed to sit vigil over you.

He’s still not sure how to bridge the gap, but for now, he stays. It’s a start.

Well, thats all folks! I really enjoyed writing this au, so thanks for the idea! Maybe ill even make a pt. 2 to this? Who knows? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it.

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Adam, Mammon, Alastor and Lucifer with a insecure S/o

💋ྀིྀིAdam, Mammon, Alastor, Stolas and Lucifer w/ Insecure S/O 💋ྀིྀི

Note: Yesss i love this request!! As somebody who is insecure about quite a few things I think this is so cute <3 🥰 Also I hope you don't mind me adding Stolas <3

Female!reader, GenderNeutral!Reader for Stolas <3

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of sex

Mammon 💸:

He does not grasp the concept of insecure. Why be insecure when your with him? He chose you, right? He is extremely picky, so what is there to worry about? Why are you insecure? To him you are adorable, so who cares?

He may notice you are feeling down lately, or that you have been avoiding him, which agitates him to no end.

So at first, he will have you bottle up your insecurity, just so that he can be your big savior, and make you feel loved by him.

When you tell him exactly what you are insecure about, he audibly laughs. Well, he doesn't mean to make you upset or anything, but like, are you being serious?

He will say things like:

"Babe, what the fack? you look hot, theres no need to beat around the goddamn bush."

"What, is it your (insert insecurity)? cmon, don't be such a sour puss. You look just fine to me."

"Cmon sweets, whats on ya mind? How about we go out to the restaurant you love, yeah?"

He will go to that restaurant, even though he hates it. He just does not like seeing his little trophy upset or visibly irked. Even if there is Paparazzi around, he will hide them from you, or bribe them to leave.

His favorite insecurity on you would have to be your thighs. He loves squeezing them, jiggling them, putting his head between them, seeing them move when you walk, etc. If you have bigger ones, he thinks that one of, if not the best physical quality about you. He will spend his time ranting to you while snug in your legs about how annoying his newest stars are, or how Ozzie did this, or Fizzarolli did that-

Overall, he will make sure you dont go on with that contentious bullshit ever again. He cant have his favorite little lady upset, can he?

Adam 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪:

He is Adam, the first man, he does not ever feel insecure. he never makes mistakes.

But in reality, he has felt insecure. Especially after his two wives left him for the. same. man.

He does not notice until a while later that you are upset. He thinks you are happy all the time because of him. But he's basically your husband, so he will notice things about you, that you don't even know about yourself (same as mammon)

When you tell him you are insecure, he coddles you, and threats you like you're an infant

He will say things like:

"Your insecure? About what? You have to be lying babe, you look perfect to me."

"Relax babe, im kidding, so its your (insert insecurity)? Oh, are you joking?"

"How about... you and me do a little something something, hm?"

(He is a sex deviant, so he will always bring that up.)

He tries to make it up to you by putting on your favorite movie, and bringing you your favorite snacks. But he ends up eating most of them himself...

But anyways, his favorite insecurity is your ass. He likes squeezing it, spanking it, etc. Even if it small, he likes it and thinks its cute. He will randomly pick you up and throw you over his shoulder and just, spank it, and put you down??

So overall, he is okay at comforting you, but dont come running to him unless you dont want things to turn somehow sexual.

Alastor 🎶:

He has never felt insecure in his twisted mind.

He will notice immediately that you are upset about something. He takes action fairly quickly, by rubbing your shoulders, etc.

When you tell him you are insecure, he is very understanding. You are his dearest, so he wants to take care of you, and make you feel like an angel.

While he may not understand insecurity himself, he understands you are disarmed, and that bothers him greatly.

He will say things like:

"My love, don't fret about these regal thoughts. What are you feeling down about now?"

"Is this about your (insert insecurity)? If so, that is silly nonsense, my dear. You know I do not mind."

"How about, we take a stroll. Maybe we could stop by Rosie, she sure knows how to cheer you up, hm?"

He tries his best to make you feel better, because your feelings reflect on him. While it may not seem so on the outside, his heart tears when he sees you like this.

His favorite insecurity has to be your hip dips. He thinks they make you look very feminine and womanlike, which he likes. He likes to run his hands over them, enjoying the way his fingers sink into them.

So overall, Alastor makes you feel very loved and cared for. You will never feel discontent as long as he is in your vicinity.

Lucifer 𓆩𓆪:

He has felt insecure a lot. From being casted down into Hell, to his wife somewhat recently leaving him, (to his height), he knows what it feels like

But since meeting you, he is very attentive over you.

So he notices very quickly that you are upset.

When the time comes to tell him that you are insecure, (because he kept asking you frantically whats wrong), He is very understanding.

He will say things like:

"Seriously? You? Insecure? Well we cant have that here, now can we?"

"Its your (insert insecurity)? Its ok honey, I love you just how you are."

"Honey, how about the two of us stay home for the day, hm?"

He will stay by your side a lot more often now that you told him that. He is a very doting and worried lover like Stolas, so he wants you to feel comfortable with yourself.

His favorite insecurity of your is also your thighs. Big or small, he loves them. His favorite is when his head and cheeks are squished against them. Or when he's eating you out, and he feels the warmth smothering his face. He loves the way they move when you walk as well like Mammon.

So overall, he knows what it is like to be insecure. He wants you to feel loved, and like you are cherished by him.

Stolas 𓅪:

Feels insecure a lot like Lucifer. WIth his (ex)wife, concerning his daughter, etc.

He also will notice your changes instantly. SO he will constantly ask if something is wrong. When it comes to you being upset, he will be very combative in telling him.

So when you tell him you are insecure, he feels for you. He will hold you close, and let you lay on top of his fluffy, feathered body.

He will say things like:

"Sweetheart, what is troubling you so much? I am always by your side, you know. So if you want to talk, we can."

"Your (insert insecurity)? But they are beautiful! You don't have to worry my owlette."

"How about we watch a movie? That always seems to cheer you up."

He is very concerned about you, and just wants to make you happy. That is his duty in his mind. If he cant make the rest of his family happy, he can surely make you happy, right?

His favorite insecurity of yours is stretch marks. He likes them, and he thinks they look like cute little tiger cub stripes. He will run his slender fingers over them, making you shiver in the process. He believes they are like pieces of art, just all over your body.

So in his mind, you are perfect. He is always going to love you, insecurity through and through. You are his lover.

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i fucking love ur writing sm mamas!

anyway. Toji making reader pregnant cause toji found out that reader loves kids <33333

It’s fine if you don’t want to. Anyway love you and your writing darling . 🎐

No, noonie, stop bc like, are you in my brain or smthn!!?? I was thinking about this exact prompt for a long while, and I see this appear in my inbox??! Well, well, *cracks knuckles* you've just given me the perfect opportunity mwahahahaha!!! This has been in my drafts for a minute, but I'm glad it's finally done! And omg tysm for loving me and my stuff, honey!! Hope I make ya proud with this one :') ilysm ♡

Also, I'm mixing in another request into this one since it's a pretty small request (reader sucking on Toji's Adam's apple as he pounds you), plus it makes things easier for me in terms of writing out stuff. Hope that's okay with the other requester; if not, my apologies!ヾ(｡﹏｡)ﾉﾞAnd btw, tysm for 1.6k followers, y'all!! Love every single one of you~☆

Cw: Toji x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - mating press - Daddy kink - fingering (f! receiving) - breeding - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up!!) - reader skips the pill - fluff at the end bc why not - pregnancy (test at the end) - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', good girl, mama, sweetie) - oral fixation/reader sucking on Toji's adam's apple - the reader has stretch marks on their body bc I said so - praise - overstimulation - clitoral play (sucking & swiping). Wc: 3.4k

Toji, by all means, was not a man deserving of children.

His terrible childhood and upbringing have molded him into an emotionless and reserved person who only feels as though the only person he needs to look out for and care for is himself.

So when the premise of children came to him, he wouldn't give it the time of day. That is until he ends up having youths of his own. Even then, he would do the bare minimum of taking care of them — food, clothes, shelter, and taking or picking them up from school. And to top it off, his job wasn't befitting of a father — a hitman going mission to mission for money that he used to spend for himself, now going to the needs of his kids.

Toji knew Tsumiki and Megumi were better off without a father like him. Fatherhood (or children in general, for that matter) is no easy task, and it's clearly one he's not good at.

But all that changed when you came into the picture.

Never had he seen his kids warm up to someone, an outsider, so quick. Even when he mentioned his children to you at the beginning of your relationship, you didn't falter and happily wished to meet them. And the day you finally did was the day everything became a lot brighter for the entire Fushiguro family.

Not only did Tsumiki and Megumi come to trust you with every visit, but their adoration for you grew tenfold the more you were involved in their lives. And all Toji could do was watch you do your magic, whether it be watching animal documentaries with Megumi, making flower crowns with Tsumiki, or playing with them and the other kids at the nearby park.

And the most impressive part about it all was you teaching and including him in how he could get more involved with his youngsters. Now, his kids are closer to him than ever, going so far as Megumi clapping back on his father's snarky comments and Tsumiki having the man play tea parties (to his dismay, but whatever to makes his little girl happy).

It wouldn't have been possible if he hadn't had you around. You were just such a breath of fresh air to him and any child that came your way. Attentive and caring to the young ones as if you were a natural at mimicking the maternal role. He knew you'd be a great mother to any child, especially your own.

It was that thought alone that made Toji think about you having children. Or better yet, having a child with him. Making you pregnant with his baby. Making you his.

Toji walks down the stairs after putting his son and daughter to bed, his heavy footsteps beating the wooden floor beneath him with every step. He then enters the kitchen area, where he sees you washing the dishes from today's dinner after putting the food in the fridge.

When you notice his presence, you look up and offer a charming smile in his direction, your face illuminated beautifully by the ceiling kitchen lights that the image almost blinds him.

"Hey there." Your voice is always sweet to his ears, still smiling even when you turn back to washing dishes. "The kids?"

"Just finished puttin' 'em to bed," your eyes stay at the sink, but you can feel his heavy footsteps come from beside you. "But they said I suck at tellin' bedtime stories."

Your giggle is heard through the noise of dishes clacking on the rack. "Well, maybe you're not using cartoon voices like I told you to. They like it."

"Yeah, no, I'm not doin' that shit." You chuckle some more at his complaint, and he grabs a dry cloth to dry up dishes from the rack.

It's quiet between you, but Toji will sneak glances at you while you work through the dirty plates. His thoughts from before return, and all he can think about is you with a swollen belly.

The mere idea of having you bear his child fogs his brain. Witnessing your body change and expand with the growth of your little one within you, it's too much for his mind to indulge in.

The more he thinks about it, the crazier and hornier his mind goes. Unable to function suitably, Toji sighs heavily through his nose and places the dish and dry cloth on the countertop.

You notice him make his way behind you, his hands traveling down to your hips as his chin rests atop your head. But you pay him no mind and continue with your task. "Hey, darlin'."

The nickname has you hum to him, eyes focused on the soapy sponge and plate in your hands while your ears wait for him to continue. "Yes, Toji?"

He doesn't reply instantly, roaming his large palms up and down your waist and hips instead. "Ya know I love the hell outta you, right?" He goes on when you nod. "Always takin' care of me and lovin' me. But that love also goes to my lil squirts." A smile creeps in on his scarred lips as you giggle at his way of referring to his children. "It's just crazy to me how you're able to have 'em follow y'r every step, yet I can't even get a hug or smile before they leave for school unless I remind them."

"Well, maybe if their father didn't always bully and call them 'squirts' and 'brats' all day, they would show you some love."

"Shut up," Toji flicks water from the faucet onto your face, forcing you to laugh more from your teasing. His heart swoons from your laughter, having you sway side to side with his body behind you. "But I mean it; you're so good with kids. Makes me wonder how come you never had y'r own yet."

"I just love kids." It was a simple answer. "Plus, I never really had time to care for a child. Got work and stuff, you know. And besides, I practically treat Tsumiki and Megumi like my kids."

"Mmm," he replies aimlessly.

"However," you resume while placing a wet bowl on the rack. "I wouldn't mind having a little one of my own. Now that I'm pretty comfortable with where I'm at in life, I'd love to have a little baby to share it with."

Toji lets your words sink in before saying anything. Now that he sees where you stand on the topic, finally, he can voice his opinion.

"Y/n..." he treads carefully with the words he's about to say. "I've been thinkin' about somethin'."

"Thinking about what?" You can't deny the uneasy atmosphere with Toji's mysteriousness, yet you listen as you turn off the sink faucet.

The two of you stop swaying your bodies with each other. "How 'bout we have a baby?"

Your body goes rigid at the question, and breathing subsides as your mind goes rampant with reflections too fast to comprehend. He wants a child—another child!? With me??!

"Like, right now?" The only question that escaped your lips, your voice hushed to a whisper. No one else is here in the space but you two, although the talk you're having right now feels virtually forbidden to the tongue.

"Doesn't have to be right now," Toji moves his head to your shoulder, his hushed, gruff voice clear to your ears. "But as long as it's with you, one more kid won't hurt, right?"

And your breath hitches when a hand finds its way to the surface of your stomach, his fingers lightly teasing with the flesh of your abdomen. He places his lips on your neck, and you bite your bottom lip to repress a whimper. "Mmmm, why do you want more?" You still press him with questions despite almost dissolving into his kisses. "You already have a gorgeous girl—"

"I wan' have your girl." He murmurs softly to your ear before lightly biting the lobe, and a moan slips past you.

"A-And...a beautiful boy..."

"I want your boy."

"Toji, please," you surprise the older man by turning your body to face him fully, eyes surveying his. "This is no joke! Just because I don't have my own kid doesn't mean—"

You're silenced when Toji brings a hand to your cheek, cupping a side of your face. "I'm not jokin', sweetie. I know I'm not the best dad in the world — hell, I'm pretty lousy at it. But you," he leans forward while you instinctively go backward, hitting the sink behind you. "You're basically a mother to mine and a real damn good one, too. And since ya said things are good now, why don't I make you a parent fr' real."

"Toji—"

"Like I said: it doesn't have to be today or tomorrow. But as long as it's you," his thumb brushes your cheek as he looks deep into your eyes. "Let me give ya a baby, angel."

All you can do is look into his emerald orbs that examine you for a response. The silence between you two is accompanied by the ticking sounds of the clock on the kitchen wall. And after a few seconds, you sigh and place a hand on the big one caressing your cheek.

"If I say yes," your reply has his brows lifted. "Will you give me foot massages and a bowl of ramen at three in the morning and not be a bitch about it when I ask?"

Toji gives you a smile, his scarred lip tugged upwards. And you return one to him as he kisses your forehead.

"Works fr' me."

This is how the two of you end up in the bedroom; the ceiling lights toned down to a low shade, clothes discarded on the cold wooden floor, and the sound of lips smacking fills the silence.

"Mmmm, Daddy..." You whimper through the kisses, your hands find purchase on his strong shoulders, and you yelp when he bites your lip. His lips gradually embark downwards to your neck clavicle. Kisses and light suck to your nipples make you hum in pleasure, and a gasp prompts out when his teeth graze the bud of your soft mounds.

A hand sneaks between your legs and nestles in between the lips of your southern entrance, his big fingers enter inside with the use of the soapy fluid of your cunt, and you wail from the contact while he sucks on your breast.

"Such a good girl, angel." He lets go of your nipple to coax you, his mouth sucking your skin as his mouth continues its journey south. More licks on your body feel hot, kisses placed on every stretch mark he comes across. And he stops when he passes your tummy, coming up to see the view of his digits pushing to and fro inside your leaking chasm. "My fingers feelin' good, mama?"

"Yesssss," you hiss, eyes sewn shut to concentrate on the pleasurable sensation in your slit. He chuckles at your delighted expression before he leans down to suck on your clit, earning a shriek from your puffy lips. "Stoooop, I-I'm too sensitive—Ahhaaaannn!!"

He releases your tender bud from his mouth after placing a chaste kiss on it. "Sorry, baby, gotta have you nice and wet fr' me." He sucks and laps around on your wetness for a few more minutes before withdrawing his mouth from your leaky chasm, substituting his tongue with his big fingers to swipe on your clitoris. Broken sobs seep out from you. "Cummin' on my fingers and tongue, that's my girl."

The throbbing commotion between your legs has your ears ringing and your head pulsing. You've already come three times for thirty minutes. He's such a greedy man, but whatever it takes for you to prep for him.

Speaking of which, Toji props your legs onto his shoulders while aligning his cock to your folds, lathering the girth with your juices. Your heart beats irregularly with anticipation on the rise, a position you're all too familiar with. Toji sees you gawking at his glans kissing your folds, and he sneers salaciously. "Ready, sweetie?"

You give him a smile even through entering your lustful haze. "Skipped the pill and everything, Daddy." And with a kiss on your cheek, Toji wastes no time and pushes his length into you with every inhale you take. And the both of you moan when the cockhead slides right into your vulva. Every inch of his dick descends into you, making you full of his size, and whimpers fail to be suppressed as he scrapes your velvety walls deliciously.

After letting you adapt to him, his hips start with a slow rhythm for you to properly situate yourself with the mating press. However, with how you're gripping around him, it doesn't take long for him to quicken his pace. Soft wails soon become stifled squeals with the bite of your lips from the growing cadence, and your eyes begin to water when the underside of his shaft grazes your inner walls.

But when the tip of his cock finally touches your cervix, a choked scream sneaks past your restraint. And Toji chortles. "Mmmmm, that's what I wanna hear." He grinds his pelvis deep into your cunt, resulting in forced squeaks from your tongue.

"Ahhhnnn! Daddy, please—Oh, Jesus," It hurts to think when Toji accurately jabs your delicate cervix, tears streaming down your pretty cheeks. "Oh, God, it's too much, too mu—Oooohh!!"

"I know, darlin', I know." He comes down to your face, yet his pace does not falter. His speed increases and becomes harsher by the second, and your head pounds hard with every rut. You nibble on his neck, sucking on his Adam's apple as he drills his dick into you. "Nnnngh, so tight on me, mama. Gonna make me go crazy."

As if he wasn't going crazier already with the erratic rut of his hips. Driving his cock deep inside and the sound of his balls smacking your folds is all you can hear. Your face is now entirely hot, matching the tingling sensation of skin slapped together between your legs. You dare to peek down to see the union of your sexes, Toji's member now harboring a white ring near the base. Strings of your slick and his spit keep you two connected during this moment, and more incoherent shrieks are pulled from your throat.

"Nnnaaaaa, ahhhaaaa!!! D-Daddy, please!!" While there's uncertainty about whether your pleas will be heard, you still express yourself to him. "It's coming, it's coming! I'm gonna cum, gonna cummmm!! Nnnmmph!!" And when he comes down to you with his complete weight caging you in, the pressure of his body has you submit to him completely.

"Yeah, wanna cum on Daddy's dick." He says with his condescending, guttural tone that almost makes you melt onto the satin sheets beneath you. "G' ahead, mama—Hmmph! Make a nice mess while I finish here..." His strokes become ever intenser than before; his length brushes your inner walls, and continuous pokes to your cervix prompt your orgasm to climb faster. And you soon fall into a wave of pure ecstasy, your cunt clamping around him desperately while your body trembles.

And Toji is forced to fall into a release of his own when the walls of your slit contract around him, spilling into you with the flex of his abdomen. His sweaty body is on top of yours, and your breathing matches his as you two experience each crescendo.

Heavy exhales sync as you two calm down within your intimate embrace. Your mind slowly returns from its foggy state with the calm atmosphere soothing your body, and your quivers now subsided while the older man lays kisses and sucks on your neck. But it comes to a halt when a sudden yelp comes from your swollen lips because he thrusts into you again, even with your vulva being extremely sensitive.

He lifts his head from the crook of your neck, and it's not to your surprise that he has a smirk on that dumb, handsome face of his. His lips curled to where his teeth peek from under his scar. "Ya know I gotta fuck you more than once, right, sweetie? Make sure you're all filled up 'n all."

You suck your teeth with furrowed brows, but a smile comes up with breathless giggles. "I'm telling you, Mr. Fushiguro, you're most definitely treating me to daily foot massages when I get pregnant."

"Whatever you say," he shuts your threats with a kiss on your soft lips. "My pretty darlin'..."

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Toji twiddles with something in his hand while you lay on his chest in the shared bedroom. The kids were taking a nap after coming from school, leaving the two of you to enjoy the leisure of each other's company.

But today was a different day compared to any other. Because even if you two are looking at the television with the old rom-com displayed, neither of you is actually watching. Too busy distracted with the smiles plastered on your faces to care for what's on the screen. The only thing corrupting your minds is a matter that has you two in glee after a week of anticipation and mutual work.

The man peers at his hand to look at the object between Toji's fingers. Nothing but a pink and white stick — a pregnancy test. And at the center of the device conveyed two red lines, the signature implication that you were indeed with a child. His child.

"Hey, Toji," the call of his name has him look down at you, still facing the television despite your attention not wholly on it. "What do you think they are?"

"Hmm?" It takes a few seconds for it to click until he notices your hand brushing around your belly. He chuckles. "I'm hopin' for a girl. Wan' 'em to look and act like you."

You hum aimlessly at his answer before you berate him with more of your thoughts. "What if it's a boy? I think it'd be cute to have another mini-you running around the house."

"Nah, one mini-me is enough, and he already talks back to me like he's a teen." You giggle at the light sour face he shows and his complaints about Megumi. "Besides, I don't want another me. I'm already a lousy dad, and I didn't have the best childhood. I wouldn't want you to deal with a child that's exactly like me..."

Silence ensues with the answer; it's the only response you deem appropriate. That was the case until you say what was next on your mind.

"Toji, I'm sure your upbringing wasn't the best because people weren't there for you when you needed them. And although that's shaped you into the man I love, even I wouldn't want you to go through all that for a second time." You can feel the weight of his green eyes on you while you speak, though you don't turn to face him. "Nevertheless, times are different. You have me to love and care for you now—you and your beautiful children. You might not be the best dad in the world, but you've done a great job taking care of them."

"Thanks to you." He interrupts you, and you laugh.

"Yes, thanks to me. And because you have me, this little one won't be going through what you went through. I promise you, you're not alone in this. Because I'm pretty scared as this is my first pregnancy. But that's okay since I have you to take care of me. I'll be there to help you, and you'll be there to help me. As long as that's true, we'll do just fine."

Taken aback by your response, the older man turns to the pregnancy test still in his hand. The more he looks at the device, the more he ponders what you said. And a small smile creeps up on him, coming to a decision himself. At this point, it doesn't matter what the sex of the child will be to him. What warms his heart is that you promise to be by his side, helping him watch your little one — his child — his family grow as the days and years pass.

"Now," your voice brings him back to the present, whipping his head back to you. "I can't say the same if we end up with twins. Because you'll just have to deal with one while I have the other."

Toji puts the pregnancy test on the nightstand and goes for your nose to pinch it. "Fuckin' kid, who told you were funny, huh?" Your laughter only fuels him to mess with you more, but that's okay. He's smiling at your silliness, and that's all you want right now.

Because, even if they're not here yet, no child should have a father who doesn't know how to smile.

[hyunnie04]

somethin' stupid

"and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you."

yang jeongin x reader, fluff | m.list

wc: 1.2k | happy birthday innie ♡

“i'm not really interested… i'm sorry.”

you watch jeongin as he rejects yet another girl. you feel sorry for her as she stands awkwardly in the middle of the quaint cafe, fiddling anxiously with the ends of her shirt.

thankfully, the establishment was relatively empty, save for a few people discretely listening in. she goes on to nod and ramble on further until she had noticed your presence.

"-oh, i didn't realize you have a partner. sorry." her eyes dart over towards you, blush wildly painting her cheeks. she was already gone by the time you could correct her, scuttling away and leaving a trail of gossip in her wake. jeongin watches her leave, pursing his lips.

"you could've let her down easily. the poor girl was shaking..." you voiced out, stirring your iced americano and watching the ice melt bit by bit.

jeongin sighs and takes his seat across from you, taking a sip out of his own cup. he brushes your comment off and starts to talk about a different topic altogether, returning to his smiley demeanor.

you knew how jeongin was. he didn't hesitate to say no whenever someone would just come up to him, asking for his number. it happens more often than not, professions of love seemingly happening out of no where.

you were also used to it, getting stopped so frequently whenever you went out with him. dozens of people that had tried to ask him out only ended in disappointment.

he was seemingly disinterested in things like love. the topic had always eluded him, if you didn't know him any better you could have said he was uncomfortable with the idea. but you didn't pry, he must have a pretty good reason. it was understandable too, his line of work didn't exactly allow it anyways.

despite this, you have admired him in silence ever since the beginning. the feelings that had festered inside of you were kept bottled up until they threatened to spill over. and they almost did, but friendship mattered more and shot down the idea before it could ruin everything.

admittedly, there are days where you just want to explode, to confess and just get it over with. you were a hundred percent positive it would end just the same for you. the preconceived notion of him not liking you in that way, you don't think you could handle it. thinking about being rejected so coldly sends shivers down your spine.

the iced americano that sits in your hands start to sting after a while, but you pay no mind to it. the firm grip you had on it reminds you, mulling over the interaction you had earlier as he rambles about another topic. little things like paying for your coffee and bringing you other small items even if it was his birthday had in short, confused you.

maybe you're misinterpreting and just imagining things. but the way jeongin is adamant that he pays for your order every single time, or the way his hand brushes against yours more often than not and how the warmth of them lingered, says otherwise.

you also notice how he didn't correct the girl's assumption about you two.

the wind dishevels his hair upon stepping out of the cafe, rays of sunlight peaking through the leaves start to dim in the afternoon. the two of you walk for a while, kicking pebbles and rocks in comfortable silence. your head is still occupied with thoughts of him.

another thought comes into your mind amidst the internal chaos, "i almost forgot! i still need to buy you a cake." it had completely slipped from your mind, forgetting why you agreed to go out in the first place.

"it's okay, really." he laughs as you tug him along the sidewalk. you need to do something else to distract your mind and fast. jeongin jogs beside you, keeping up with your pace. it seemed like you weren't taking no for an answer and stopped right in front of a pastry shop.

"is this what you were talking about?" he hums with a grin, leaning down to browse the lines and lines of delicious looking cakes displayed in the glass casing. you made no move to go in just yet, letting him choose silently. his hair, still disheveled and tousled from the wind yet ethereal all the same.

"what if i said i liked you?"

the abrupt stupid question escapes your mouth before you could catch it. his face slowly contorts into an expression, one you could not decipher right away upon hearing it. his back straightens up as keen eyes start to focus on you.

"j-just a hypothetical! i was just really curious because of earlier and it's not serious or-" you wave your hands in front as if to physically wave it off.

"-forget i said anything." you turn your head away, voice becoming tiny and unintelligible. you could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your head. jeongin says nothing as the tip of your ears burn a bright crimson.

you've done it now, y/n.

"hey," he nudges your side with that eye-crinkling smile you've come accustomed to.

"did you ever wonder why i keep rejecting them?" jeongin now had his hands in his pockets, a small pout forming on his lips as he pops his own query to you, staring back at the glass casings.

you said nothing, unable to respond with a reply or conclusion that would most likely be accurate, you've already embarrassed yourself in front of him today.

jeongin flicks your forehead and scoffs, “that's because i like you, idiot.”

"it was always you." his eyes were downcast, looking everywhere but yours.

you have gone unresponsive at this point. incredulous eyes stared back at him as you feel your throat dry up. it was because of you? were you dreaming? you must be.

"w-what? really?" you say quite densely whilst rubbing the sore spot on your forehead. he laughs, finally turning to you. "yes, i'm serious."

the wind blows harder this time, removing the locks that obscured his beautifully dimpled face. jeongin's eyes are still trained on you with such longing that you don't recall ever seeing on him, ultimately reminding you that this was indeed real.

"you have no idea how long i've been waiting for you to say those words." you breathe out in relief, one that you weren't even aware of holding.

the proximity between you two sends electrifying shocks, the mere presence of each other is enough to fluster. "i like you too." the words finally make it out of your throat.

you two burst in abrupt laughter, the tip-toeing around the situation suddenly feeling silly. a mixture look of understanding, relief, and love is shared between you two, smiling like love sick fools.

jeongin starts to drag you away by your coat, mimicking how you did to him earlier. "ah! wait, but your cake..." you see the establishment grow smaller and smaller as he drags you away.

"we don't need to worry about that now."

"can i at least buy you a present?" you reply, picking up your feet and walking alongside him. he has a wide grin on his face as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. "got my present right here."

you mousily stop in your tracks as a deeper shade of crimson blooms across your face. the two of you walk side by side upon your recovery, pinky fingers now intertwined shyly around each other.

[lxkeee]

Reader being Adam's third wife and Lucifer trying to rizz her up but she was giving him a hard time trying to rizz her

THE DEVIL HAS HIS OWN CHARMS

Notes: I know Lucifer is oozing with rizz but I liked to believe that he'll do that one meme where he just kneels and begs and keeps on saying "please, please, please" just kidding.

Reader is a heaven born angel, one of the oldest. Same age as Lucifer.

When she met Adam, Adam wasn't as bad as the current him. Adam before was nicer and it led [y/n] to fall in love with him.

As many years passed by, Adam became a little shit.

That lead to their divorce.

She was done with him, tired of him.

You know that saying when a girl is done with her s/o they are literally done? Yeah, she was flat out done with him.

Thankfully, they didn't have any kids.

Adam was pissed at this and decided to annoy her.

She was pissed at him and cussing him out, telling him that he's a sore loser for not being able to keep any of his three wives.

And since heaven had an obvious favoritism on him, that led to [y/n] well... Falling out of grace.

After falling, she actually hid away from the king of hell himself.

She hid away from the demons by being in her animal form, she chose to take the form of a crow to blend in with the environment of hell.

That is until she heard about the hotel.

She didn't plan on redeeming herself, no, no.

She didn't want to go back up.

But she planned on helping Charlie Morningstar.

When she joined, they were surprised to see a fallen angel at their door.

Vaggie didn't trust her at first but eventually did.

[y/n] mostly hid in the hotel and barely left the building.

Since they only had Angel Dust as their first guest, she decided to help around and improve the hotel.

When Lucifer decided to visit for the first time the hotel that his daughter is working on. None of the sinners caught his eyes until he was toured around the hotel by his daughter, his daughter's girlfriend Maggie, and the damn radio demon. As they were walking through the hallway, someone appeared on the corner and talked to Charlie for something.

His jaw dropped, a little.

The woman was gorgeous.

For a brief moment he wondered if she was an angel that came from heaven to release him from his sins.

Scratch that, she's making him sin even more.

Charlie introduces her to him and him to her.

Lucifer found out her name is [y/n] and he made sure to remember that. He also found out that the woman was helping his daughter.

He's so madly in love. It's ridiculous, he just met her for his sake!

[y/n] didn't stay long as she quickly left. Which saddened him a little.

A new reason to visit the hotel more.

For the next few weeks, Lucifer visits—twice to thrice a week.

During his time at the hotel he would try to make small talk with the woman that caught his interest.

Trying to get to know her but the woman is so closed off.

He tried to be smooth with his words but she only looked at him up and down with an unamused expression.

His pride is shattered, ironic as he is the symbol of pride.

He ranted about it to Charlie and in which the girl told him that he might be developing a crush.

Jaw dropped. In disbelief.

He denies it but ended up thinking about it the whole night.

He ended up removing his wedding ring as he thought he should actually move on now.

And he actually finally agrees that he is actually coming down with a crush.

On you.

So next time he visits he discreetly flirts with you.

Always ending up with you not being interested.

He's just trying so hard okay? It felt so forced.

Anyways, Lucifer received an advice from Charlie that he should be his authentic self.

And that's where he stopped forcing to make himself sexy or flirty.

And be his usual dorky self.

Which caught you off guard but not dismissing it, in fact you preferred this over how he acted a few days ago.

You and Lucifer slowly gotten to know each other.

The way his jaw dropped when you revealed you're a fallen angel and am ex-wife of Adam.

“Wait! You're a fallen angel and also divorced too? Well, so am I!”

You just laughed at how adorable he is.

Though, Lucifer did ask what happened and you just told him about Adam and how Adam is a little shit and you're basically over him.

You two bonded over your hate for heaven.

And eventually two months later you got together and let's say, Lucifer is certainly a better lover than that piece of shit Adam.

Let's just say Lucifer made you feel the pleasure you haven't properly experienced.

Lucifer did make sure to show it off to Adam's face when he fought the man.

[hopesangelsprite]

Closer

Pairing: Illumi x Wife!reader

Warnings: kissing, suggestive content, light angst

Summary: Your husband isn't really the touchy feely type... but when it comes to you that tends to change often and very quickly.

It wasn't often that your husband had days off. It was even rarer that he spent those days off relaxing rather than training or picking up small, quick missions for extra money (not that he needed it anyway). Today was different, though. Illumi had about a week of downtime before his next mission and, instead of prepping, he was sprawled across your shared bed napping.

You were worried at first, his uncharacteristic behavior causing you to wonder if he was feeling well. After the first few days of observing him and assuring yourself that he wasn't ill, you chalked it up to him finally taking some time to relieve stress. Though you wanted to relax with him, there were still a few tasks you needed to complete beforehand. You sighed inwardly from your desk and continued to work on your computer. What had started as light research quickly turned into hours of sifting through data and you were quickly becoming annoyed.

"Wife.", Illumi called out, his voice heavy with sleep. You froze and listened for any signs he was fully awake. Illumi took your silence as ignoring him and spoke again. "You know I don't like repeating myself.", he grumbled and the sound of sheets rustling met your ears. You turned in your chair to see your husband sitting up on his elbows, eyes half-lidded with sleep and light annoyance. "What is it, love?", you hummed at his tired, disturbed state.

Without another word spoken, he patted the empty side of your bed and motioned for you to come forward. Your brow quirked and a smirk crept onto your lips. "You're not being serious, are you? You usually want nothing to do with me when it's nap time.", you chuckled and his eyes narrowed even more.

"I'm not above coming to get you myself. However, for your sake, I advise you to do as asked.", he spoke lowly while brushing inky strands of hair from his face. A giggle passed your lips as you stood and made your way toward the bed and joined your grumpy husband. After taking a moment to adjust the two of you, Illumi nestled his face against the side of yours and exhaled. "That wasn't so hard, was it? You've been at that damned computer much too long for my liking.", he complained as he pulled a small blanket over the both of you.

You rolled over to face him, placing a kiss between his collarbone and Adam's apple. "Almost sounds like you missed me.", you cooed sweetly to which he huffed through his nose. "So, what if I did? A man's allowed to miss his wife, is he not?", he mused with hands gently drawing patterns onto your lower back. You opted for more silence as you looked over his features, taking mental photos in case his next mission took him away from you longer than usual.

Illumi opened his eyes, lashes fluttering as he looked over you with onyx orbs. "What's wrong?", he questioned softly while pulling you closer. You shrugged and leaned into him, indulging in the cool of his skin. "I miss you a lot when you're gone.", you finally answer, "I wonder whether or not you'll come back to me sometimes…". Illumi remained silent, allowing the weight of your words to fully settle over the room. It was often you felt this way, the long periods of waiting eating away at your resolve. His occasional battered state upon returning only deepened that fear that he'd not come home one day.

"You don't have to worry about that.", Illumi spoke after a little while, "I'll always come back to you… even if it's the last thing I do.". You looked up at him, in awe of the sudden tenderness he possessed. "Promise?", you whispered into the room's atmosphere. He nodded, taking your hand in his and intertwining his fingers with yours. "I promise.", he vowed before pulling you impossibly closer.

You smiled giddily, the tension finally rolling off your shoulders. "Besides,", Illumi spoke as he settled himself in the valley of your breasts, "How could I possibly think of leaving all of this behind?". A gasp and a cackle as you felt him nibble at your chest, his hands squeezing the fat of your ass. "I knew you didn't want me to nap with you!!", you laughed while trying to wriggle out of his hold, "I still have work to do!".

You managed to get a leg and an arm free before Illumi dragged you back into him. "The only thing you should be doing is me.", he muttered while attempting to hold you still. After a while of resisting, you finally let your husband pin you to the bed with a satisfied smirk. "Your research can't make you feel the way I do, can it?", he questioned proudly to which you rolled your eyes. Even though you didn't want to admit it, he was right. You stared up at him, taking in just how pretty he was with bedhead and sleep still lingering in his eyes.

"Fine. You get two rounds before I go back to work.", you offered to which he scoffed with narrowed eyes. "Four rounds.", he countered indignantly. You smirked while tucking a few strands of hair behind his ears. "Three rounds and cuddles. Take it or leave it.", you negotiated before leaning in to kiss him. "Deal.", he hummed between kisses with hands roaming across your body, "I'll give you under-desk support after.".

"What? No-".

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji with a nympho reader. includes three hc's & eac accompanied w little drabbles.

word count. 940

note. uhm, part 2 of this, i think. based on an anon request.

tags. dom!toji fushiguro x nympho!female reader. smut \\ mdni. dirty talk, p in v -> unprotected, hair pulling, degredation (reader gets called dumb, nasty), teasing, oral; m. receiving, exhibitionism kinda, lots of cum (and creampies), daddy kink once, toji takes pictures / videos, reader gets called 'doll, princess, pretty, cute.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 knows you can’t keep your hands to yourself. no matter where you are or who you’re with – when you see your boyfriend do anything remotely attractive, you’re instantly turned on. the tingles you feel in your lower abdomen accompanied by the throbbing in your crotch are enough to make you go insane. toji either notices this and teases you, or deliberately ignores your squirms and shy whispers that try to catch his attention. 

“can’t wait now can you, princess?” toji’s hand tightly grips your hair, pulling it to try and hold you back from wrapping your mouth around his cock. your watery eyes are entirely focused on its erect form in front of you, practically drooling at the thought of sucking your boyfriend off. frankly, you couldn’t care about your family members who are waiting for your return in the living room down the hall. your needs were present in this small space - the bathroom - with you kneeling before the man you desire.  “fuck.” toji takes a deep breath, his dick twitching at the sight of you looking so cockdrunk when you hadn’t even gotten a taste. he is leaning against the bathroom wall with his head thrown back, adam's apple bobbing in his throat with the amount of grunts he’s trying to stifle, the moment you start sucking him off. one of his veiny hands held the back of your head, nearly forcing the tip of his cock to hit the deepest parts of your mouth whilst he kept his other hand over his mouth. he loves the fact that you enjoy pleasuring him – your addiction to him and his body never fails to make him feel light-headed.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 never denies you pleasure. it’s like you’re subconsciously hypnotising him and making him obsessed with you. he doesn’t have the needs to jerk off by himself anymore when you’re available — he can just ask you if you want to and you’re ready to do whatever. toji truly appreciates it and never forgets to return the favor one way or another. there’s no better way to reward you than to grant you the satisfaction you deserve.

“easy there, doll.” toji sighs. he watches as you lose control on top of him - eyes rolled back as you moan so deliciously. your boyfriend gets off to your noises and the way you try to satisfy both him and yourself at the same time. you lift your hips and slam them down on his cock repeatedly, his heavy balls slapping against the fat of your ass with each thrust. you could feel toji’s cum - the earlier loads he’s dumped in your needy pussy - coat his dick a translucent white. his big thighs and pelvis are sticky with a mixture of your bodily juices. you shake your head and babble something in the direction of not being able stop, “feels t-too good. .” “i know, i know.” toji lets out a low chuckle. he didn’t even have to do anything. he lays back against the couch, half-lidded eyes lazily checking your bare figure out, rough hands holding your hair back so it wouldn’t hide your lewd facial expressions from him. you can’t go on forever — he knows and he offers to take over, promises to fuck you so good that it’ll put you right to sleep afterwards, but you stubbornly shake your head. even if you refuse and continue sloppily riding him, toji decides to flip you over anyway.  he hammers his cock into you - leaving you no time to think of anything else. every sweet spot of yours is touched, every inch of your insides is filled and stretched. your desperate moans and squirming body only serve to prove your enjoyment. “look at you. nasty little girl - so fuckin’ desperate for my cock, eh? don’cha worry, I’ll give you it over ‘n over ‘til you pass out on me.” 

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 doesn’t want to forget those moments where you’re begging him to fuck you. he’s always teasing you, asking you to repeat those sentences in that soft voice of yours over and over. sometimes he’ll even record your cute little begs as he’s fucking you dumb. for. . . personal use.

“whadd’ya say? c’mon, repeat it f’daddy.” toji coos, hips stilling and refusing to move until you repeat those sinful sentences to him. your soft, frustrated cries into the pillow are muffled — you were nearing your long-awaited orgasm before your lover decided to edge you. you sniff and decide to be stubborn back, pushing and pulling your ass back and forth, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. “aht, aht.” toji scoffs at your desperate attempts. he roughly smacks your ass and tugs your head back by your hair. you breathe in the fresh air after your face was buried into the pillow for so long. toji’s face was right next to yours, husky voice whispering into your ear; “i said repeat y’r words to me. or did i fuck ya dumb already?” you shake your head with a pout. everything was too much — in an addictive way. the overstimulation was addicting. the feeling of being used as a cumdump for your lover that night got you saying the filthiest of things. all of them were being recorded by toji; his phone in one hand with the camera pointed down at the way your back was perfectly arched. and your ass covered in cum was also captured on screen. toji wasn’t done with you until his gallery was filled with tons of pictures and videos.

tagging. @redskyvenus @marimogf @satoruhour xx

[knavves]

ANYTHING 4 MY FAV LADY ft various bllk & hq! men — them being your certified munches !

wc: 0.7k ノ cw + tw: nsfw (18+). fem reader. cunnilingus. praise. body worship. male masturbation. face sitting. overstimulation. teasing. hair pulling. use of pet names.

every time you post, he is the first to swipe up on your story just to tell you how fine you are, like your own personal hype man. and of course you entertain it, with the way he's showering you with praise and saying how you looked extra beautiful in the pic you posted that day, how could you not?

when he has you in front of him though, clad in a skimpy outfit he'd told you was his favorite, he's speechless. so bold over text but heart thumping uncontrollably now that he has you, a fantasy he could only pray would come true as he fucked his fist to the thought of you. when you tell him to "eat you out and maybe you'll let him fuck you" he's on his knees in an instant. you adore him you really do but it's an ego trip to see someone so eager for you and only you so you can't really help but tease him a little. he loves it anyway.

he takes his time with you, wanting to savor this moment. he hooks his fingers around the hem of your lacy panties, noting that the color really complimented you. god you were gorgeous. he could spend hours between your legs just worshipping you but he doesn't wanna keep his pretty baby waiting. "you're so beautiful, my love." he says with an overbearing amount of sincerity laced in every word. his cock throbs at the sight of your cunt glistening with your arousal, all for him? he wouldn't believe it if he was told so.

you gasp at the vibrations of him groaning into your cunt when he finally tastes you. even while his tongue is deep inside your spongey walls and lapping at your sensitive clit, he makes sure to let you know how fucking good you taste. his jaw may ache and his knees might be bruised from being rested against the floor for so long but he has to get you to cum over and over on his tongue so you know how much he cherishes you.

yukimiya, aryu, aiku, ness, hinata, hanamaki, bokuto, akaashi, semi, kita, osamu

who is he if he's not blowing his money on his beautiful girl? he's infatuated with you, borderline obsession if he's being honest. but it's impossible not to be, it's like you've hexed him or something. his mind is constantly spiraling with thoughts of you and only you, he's never wanted someone as badly as he does you.

his budget is unlimited when it's for your needs. pricy lingerie and silky dresses, all of it is for you. he acts frantically, the thought of you getting wooed over by another person frustrates him. so he spoils you in hopes he's the only one ever on your mind just like you're the only one on his.

when you cup his cheek and coo about how he's always so good to you with that playful smirk etching at the corners of your lips, he plays coy as if he isn't throbbing in his boxers at your praise. "no need to be so shy, baby. i think i should reward my good boy." you playfully jut your bottom lip in a pout and lightly pat his cheek. it's like the air was knocked from his lungs and his adam's apple bobs as he swallows nervously. only then does he realizes he hadn't said anything when you screw your eyebrows together, "oh? do you not-" "n-no. i do. i want to taste you, please." fuck the effect you had on him was almost embarrassing.

his hands smooth over your hips and down to your thighs, laying awe struck beneath you as your cunt hovers above his face. "fuck you're so pretty, baby." he groans before attaching himself to your clit. he suckles on your sensitive bud harder, lathering it in his spit, ripping more pitiful squeals and small gasps from your lips.

he doesn't even want anything in return, just being smothered by your pussy is enough for him. even while he's painfully hard in his pants and mindlessly thrusting his hips into the air, it doesn't matter to him.

"that's it, sit on my face more. i got you, m gonna make you cum." and you do just that, tugging on his roots as his wet muscle slides into your dripping hole. he loves it when you lose yourself, grinding on him and using his mouth to get yourself off.

his pupils are blown wide when you let up, the lower half of his face covered with your slick from him messily eating you out. his chest is heaving and his ears are tinted with a red blush but despite it all he asks to have you on his tongue once more.

karasu, sae, kaiser, barou, atsumu, suna, kageyama, kuroo, iwaizumi, matsukawa

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[01zfan]

non-refundable | j. sc

ex!sungchan x reader | 5.5k words

yeah if its not obvious im literally insane and feral after sungchan posted those photos.

contains: non refundable trip with your ex, jacuzzi sex, unprotected sex, semi public

non-refundable: one | two

you loved the beach. you loved feeling the sand underneath your feet and the sun on your skin. you loved being in the water, and you loved seeing people around you enjoy it too. what you hated was your ex, and having to be there at the beach with him.

he had booked the villa at the resort months prior to your breakup. at the time it was very exciting, the idea of being able to escape the cold and celebrate your anniversary in the sun. but when you broke up with sungchan, the trip became the furthest thing from your mind. you had completely forgotten about it until sungchan forwarded you an email with the reservation. you had forgotten to get his email when you blocked everything related to him. 

in the email sungchan told you that it was too late to cancel the villa and he’d be out an ungodly amount of money if he didn’t go. you bickered back and forth via email the whole day, with you telling trying to give sungchan solutions to his problems.

call the front desk? i already did, they said no exceptions.

take shotaro. he hates the beach.

go by yourself. you want me to look like a loser?

you were adamant about not going until you talked to your friends about it. they nearly knocked you head off your shoulders, telling you it would be stupid to turn down an all expenses paid trip to a nice villa and the beach. you had been overworked this holiday season, and you deserved a break more than anything. they didn’t seem to care that it was a trip with your ex. when one of your friends brought up the possibility of sungchan taking some random girl in your place, you found yourself sending him an email back that you’ll go with him.

“maybe it’ll get your mind off the breakup.” your friend joked.

you were pinching your friend for her terrible joke when sungchan emailed you back. 

so less than three days later, you were getting driven to the villa by your ex while you sat in the passenger seat. it was insanely strange, especially seeing sungchan’s hand that would always be on your thigh while he drove awkwardly resting on the center console. the car ride was spent mostly in silence, except for the music. you know you could’ve talked about your relationship, maybe even apologize for somethings you knew you should’ve apologized for but you kept your eyes on the road, trying not to think about sungchan sitting next to you.

things were easier once you got to the villa. not being in the small space of the car helped you get away from him. after taking in the scenery of the beautiful vacation home you’re happy you didn’t bail. before you knew it you set your stuff up in the bedroom and changed into your bikini. you hesitated before putting putting on the revealing set, thinking about your ex on the other side of the door. would he react if he saw you in your two piece? you change into your bikini anyways. maybe you should show him what he’s missing.

you assumed sungchan was watching television or was putting away the food you guys bought on the way down. even though you were no longer together sungchan didn’t even let you take your card out, paying for everything without a second thought. you couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t nice, especially seeing him load the snacks you liked wordlessly into the cart. you thought he would be preoccupied when you came out, and you would be able to sneak off to the beach without him noticing. but sungchan noticed, and he saw you completely. he was in his own swimsuit, with two towels on his shoulder and mouth agape as he took you in.

sungchan wasn’t sure what he was expecting. he thought that you would be bashful and wear a swimsuit that covered your body more, not wanting to be put on display for your ex. but you stood before him in all your glory, a colorful bikini that made your eyes pop and your skin glow. sungchan had to put on his best act to walk past you and seem unbothered. the way your eyes raked down his body gave him the confidence to smirk like you didn’t almost make him pass out cold.

“we can get to the beach through the backdoor.” sungchan said.

“i know that.” you said, walking past him to get through the siding glass door. 

you were steadily ahead of him the whole way to the beach. you didn’t dare to look back at sungchan, but you swear you could feel him looking at you entire time. 

you rented a large umbrella and set up at an empty spot. the large umbrella was perfect, giving you shade while you lathered yourself in sunscreen. you were almost able to get all of your body, except for that pesky spot in the center of your back that was just a little bit out of your reach. just in time, sungchan appeared with two pina coladas and your towel.

“need help?” sungchan said, setting the drinks on the table.

you looked up at him from your spot on the sand. he blocked the sun from getting in your eyes, a shadow cast on your face. you were grateful you had put your shades on so sungchan couldn’t see where your eyes were truly looking. you had them trained of his abs, and they flickered to his toned arms. there was no way sungchan didn’t know the effect he had on you. you put your head back towards the water, trying to look at something else.

“no.” you huffed. 

your pride kept you from being honest. you rather let that small spot on your back get a little tan before you let sungchan touch you. just as sungchan sat down you got up, getting ready to go in the water. sungchan scoffed at your childish behavior. you could hear the cap of the sunscreen open and close.

“want to help me?” sungchan asked. 

you snapped your head to look down at him, just to see a big toothy grin on his face. he laughed at your reaction and you had to play the mean ex girlfriend to cover up the fact that he got you so good. 

“you can get a sunburn.” you said.

sungchan continued to put on sunscreen as you walked to the water. you wasted no time going up to your neck in the water, loving the cool feeling against your skin. you truly were grateful to be here at the beach, back home all you had was deadlines and stress. but here you had the sun and good drinks. so you let your body float around as you looked at the sun, basking in the warmth.

sungchan stayed at the shore for a long time. he kept an eye on you, making sure everything was alright. he wasn’t much of a swimmer anyways, he hated how sand got everywhere and how sunscreen felt on his skin, but he loved how much you seemed to enjoy it. it looked like you were in your own little world in the water, floating around while spread out like a starfish. when sungchan couldn’t take anymore of just watching you, he paddled out to where you were.

you could hear sungchan coming through the water towards you. he was loud even in the water, the sound of water thrashing filled your ears. you could hear him treading water next to you. you kept your eyes closed and continued to float.

“did you come all the way to the beach just to float around like a dead person?” sungchan asked.

“did you come all the way here just to spend time with your ex?” you said back.

you couldn’t stop a mischievous smile from coming across your face when sungchan let out a small sound of shock. you descended from the floating position to tread water like he was. you saw through your tinted shades that sungchan was smiling too.

“and what if i did?” sungchan asked. 

he seemed almost as unbothered as you were. he shamelessly looking at your chest through the clear water. you put your sunglasses on top of your head so sungchan could see you looking through the water at his body too.

“i would say you’re pretty desperate, honestly.” you said.

both of your eyes still looked at the others body. building up tension like this with sungchan was always fun. it was one of the highlights of your relationship, how bold he was when it came to letting you know how he felt. it didn’t help that he was a tease and naturally doting either. you didn’t expect any less to happen on a vacation with your ex.

“there’s a dinner tonight that we have a reservation for.” sungchan said.

his gaze went back to your eyes. for some reason it was harder to look at him when he held your eye contact like this. you let your sunglasses fall back on your face, tinted shades saving you from embarrassment.

“can’t cancel?” you asked. 

sungchan shook his head and your eyebrows raised.

“no. i can.” sungchan said simply. “it was that place you picked out. i thought it would be wrong to cancel unless you wanted to.”

you thought about it for a minute. you remembered the restaurant and the way it stuck out to you. it seemed like a fancy place though, one that was romantic as well. you were surprised sungchan remembered the reservation. you assumed it would be soon. the beach was starting to clear out, a sign that dinnertime was approaching.

“if we were to go...” you said.

“not a date.” sungchan said, shaking his head. “unless you want it to be.” 

sungchan smirked and you splashed water in his face. his smug expression was replaced with a shocked one. you quickly started swimming back to shore before he could retaliate. he was laughing behind you the whole way and you couldn’t hold back your laughs either. 

when you made it to the shore sungchan followed behind you. you couldn’t help but gawk at him, his wet hair and the way his abs body caught in the sunlight. you almost tripped over yourself staring at him to hard. sungchan was one step ahead of you, catching you before you fell down. he’s joking demeanor was replaced with a serious one as he helped you back to your feet.

you were the closest you had been to sungchan in a long time, your chest almost touching his. you had flashbacks of being in this same position before getting on your tiptoes to kiss him, or when you’d wrap your arms around his to give him a hug. it was too intimate to be this close to him, especially when you could feel his hands on you. sungchan seemed to know it too the way he looked down at you with big eyes. it took a couple moments for you to come back to earth, clearing your throat before stepping away from him. you hated feeling his hands leave your body.

“we should probably go back to the villa right? to get ready for the dinner.” you said. 

you started heading off to your spot on the sand before sugnchan could reply. he messed with his hair a little bit to shake out the water while he composed himself. you downed the rest of your pina colada, hating that you could barely taste the alcohol. you came to the conclusion that you would need something insanely strong for the all inclusive trip if you wanted to get through the weekend. sungchan let you drink his too, looking at you with wide eyes as parts of the slushy dripped down your face.

you ended up carrying the towels back to the villa while sungchan carried everything else. he returned the umbrella and the cups used for the drinks all while holding the bag with all your stuff in it. you were too embarrassed to ask to hold something else, you knew that sungchan would just decline you holding anything anyways. plus, you think he enjoyed giving you a little show of how strong he was, hands full while not breaking a sweat. you had to look away while his arms flexed putting all the stuff down back in the villa. 

you retreated to the bedroom while sungchan went to shower first. you stayed in your room the whole time while the water ran. you were trying to think how you would get through the night with the image of sungchan on the beach basically haunting you. if you were still together you knew that you two probably wouldn’t have even made it to the beach to begin with, too busy trying to break in the bed of the villa. the tradition of fucking on virtually every surface anytime you went somewhere with sungchan was in the back of your mind, but now it occupied everything. the mattress was comfy and giving underneath your experimental bounces. you could see yourself so vividly getting pressed into the mattress while sungchan would fuck you from behind, telling you how pretty you looked in your little swimsuit. sungchan was the type to not even want to waste time taking off your bottoms, simply just pushing them to the side before making you take all of him. you had to beat away the thought of going into the bathroom and joining him. you had some sort of reputation to uphold, you didn’t want to be the one to fold so easily.

you had to avoid looking at the dining room table and the couch as you made a beeline for the bathroom. sungchan came out, of course only covered with a towel around his waist. the same amount of his body was covered as it was on the beach, but the unspoken fact that there was nothing on underneath the towel made you lightheaded. you barely said a word to him as you closed the door.

sungchan exited the bathroom with a plan to get you to fold. he wanted to be the best ex-boyfriend ever, doting on you the same way he did when you two were together. now that you were no longer his girlfriend it tortured him to no end. he counted his lucky stars that you didn’t turn down coming on the trip with him. to sungchan, he saw it as an opening, a chance to win you back. he hit the gym religiously after seeing you agree to go with him, making sure the reservation for the dinner was perfect. 

he put on his outfit while you got ready in the bathroom. he was tempted to stay in his towel, giving you another view of his body incase you didn’t get to see it last time. sungchan laughed at himself in the bathroom as he lowered the towel to show off as much as possible. it wasn’t in vain, your shy actions letting him know he got you acting out of character. 

sungchan was fully dressed and ready to go when you. got out of the bathroom. you came out fully dressed and ready, in a dress that sungchan helped you pick out when you were still together. he stood up instantly from his spot on the couch. the directions to the restaurant on his phone completely forgotten. it was hard for sungchan to explain how you made him feel. sometimes he enjoyed getting you shy, or the way your bikini made him hot and bothered earlier. but now as you stood before him in that dress he saw an entire future with you, and his heart was beating at a dangerous rate in his ribcage.

“are you ready?” you said to sungchan.

seeing him in something a little more formal made you dizzy. you wanted to go to the restaurant, but you also wanted to see his dress shirt wrinkle underneath your clenched fists as you brought him in closer. sungchan nodded and held out his hand towards the door, following behind you as you walked to it.

there was absolutely no way you were going to make it out of this weekend trip unscathed. you came to that conclusion when sungchan brought his hand to rest on your thigh while driving you to the restaurant. you hated to admit that you moved your thighs closer to him, giving sungchan better access to the area. he smiled and tapped on the steering wheel with the other hand.

“i read the reviews for this place. it’s supposed to be really good.” sungchan said.

you could only hum in agreement. you were distracted for the rest of the night, mind only going to how sungchan looked at you and took care of you the whole time. he opened doors, pulled out chairs, and ordered wine that you didn’t know you’d end up liking. he spoke for you to the waiter and didn’t even let you see the bill. the food was amazing but you couldn’t even properly enjoy it while thinking about sungchan. you found that it was suddenly hard to look at him in the face, heat spreading across your face when he told you how pretty you looked in your dress. you desperately wanting sungchan to tell you more, preferably him whispering in your ear while he was on top of you. you almost caught yourself laughing at your depravity, how no one in your life has ever had you like this.

you were grateful when the check came. it meant you were one step closer to locking yourself in the bedroom of the villa so you could think about sungchan in private.

on the way home, sungchan opened the car door for you and helped you in. his hand went back to its home while he was driving. the car ride was silent again, but you could feel sungchan’s gaze flicker to yours occasionally.

once you were back at the villa, sungchan helped you out, closing the door behind you. you let the same hand that was on your thigh go to your lower back. sungchan used the excuse to touch you under the guise of helping you to the door. the drinks you had throughout the day had no effect on you this late in the evening, but sungchan was treating you like you were made of glass. you enjoyed the feeling, missing the feeling of sungchan dote on you.

once inside of the villa, you couldn’t look back at him. his hand still was on your back, pressing gently to let you know he was still there. you cleared your throat, walking a little too fast towards the bedroom.

sungchan said something to you but you didn’t hear him, too busy trying to be alone. 

it was too ironic, getting away from sungchan just so you could think about him in private. you laid in your bed in silence until the sun started to set, giving the room an orange glow. you stayed in bed even through the sun completely setting. you didn’t get up until the view of the beach was clearing out. you needed to do something, your body too tense to sleep. you remembered the jacuzzi on the porch, and the beautiful view you got of the beach from that spot. so you quietly changed from your dress back into the almost dry bikini. 

you take a quick peak and see that the television is still on. you can see sungchan’s long legs hanging over the edge of the couch, but you can’t tell if he’s sleeping or not. you think about what you should do, if you should just go to sleep and hope that you wake up feeling better or if you should walk out. you think about the warm jacuzzi and the thought of sungchan possibly joining you has you thinking hard. you decide to take you chances as you slowly walk to the sliding glass door. 

you could see sungchan move from his spot on the couch, getting up to look at you. you made eye contact with him as he sat up.

“it’s too dark to go to the beach.” sungchan said.

“i’m just going to the jacuzzi.” you said.

“oh, alright.” sungchan said.

you could practically hear him holding back his tongue, still staring at you while you continued to open the sliding glass door.

“can i join you?” sungchan asked.

before you could even think about saying no, you nodded you head. sungchan got up from his spot on the couch and stretched, taking off his shirt quickly. you turned away to situate yourself in the jacuzzi before he came out.

your back was facing the villa, but you could hear the sliding glass door open again. you saw sungchan in only his basketball shorts pass by him. your head followed his every move as he went to the other side. it was later in the night, the time of day where everyone had retired back to their dwellings to get ready for the next day. you probably should’ve done the same, being up this late with just sungchan would only lead to mistakes being made. but for some reason you stayed in your spot, looking up at your ex-boyfriend as he looked down at you.

“you just can’t get enough of the water can you?” sungchan said casually.

sungchan slowly came to the side of the jacuzzi opposite of you.

“neither can you.” you say. 

sungchan only shrugs before letting himself sink into the water. he lets himself lean against the side of the jacuzzi, elbows coming out of the water to rest on the edge. you look at sungchan from across the jacuzzi, the water separating you two feeling like the ocean. you think about the looks you’ve been exchanging all day, the tension that has been building up since he picked you up this morning. it was a terribly bad idea to come on this trip with him.

“i had fun today.” sungchan says. 

“me too.” you say.

you start playing with the bubbling water of the jacuzzi to occupy your mind. you can feel sungchan staring at you, you focus on the bubbles waiting for him to stop.

“you were staring the whole day now you won’t look at me?” sungchan said.

you looked up for a moment to see the smile on his face. you wish you had your tinted shades on now, or something to cover your entire face as you could feel the heat spreading everywhere.

your eyes only got wider as sungchan closed the distance between your bodies. he put hands on either side of you, giving you no option but to look at him. you could never get used to that look in his eyes, the one that told you he wanted to fuck you senseless. 

“tell me to stop and i will.” sungchan whispered.

his eyes scanned your face and you nodded, feeling his eyes gravitate towards your lips.

sungchan brought you in slowly, so slow that you had to close the rest of the distance. you had to awkwardly extend your neck to deepen the kiss, but a hand on your face helped you. you leaned back against the edge of the jacuzzi, feeling sungchan’s body press against yours. you could hear the low hum of the machine in the jacuzzi and the waves crashing on the beach. the wind moved the branches of the palm trees slightly and your hand went to sungchan’s hair to move it out of the way. his hand was delicate on your face, bringing you gently to peck your lips over and over. you receive each kiss, following his head each time he pulls back wanting more.

sungchan looks at your face again. your eyes are already blown out and  low as you look at his lips. sungchan sucks on your lower lip and uses a hand to slowly grab your covered breast. you end up pulling your lips from sungchan’s mouth when you lean your head back, letting it rest on the edge of the jacuzzi. you arch your back, bringing your chest closer to sungchan’s body. he laughs at your current state, so touch starved you whimpering just from his hand and a few chaste kisses.

“you’re such a tease, you know that right?” sungchan said.

he’s amazed at how pliant you are, how you whimper a yes and nod your head. sungchan isn’t even trying to be dominant but you naturally follow everything he says. sungchan doesn’t know how he was so stupid to let you slip through his fingers.

sungchan’s hands underneath the water play with the ties on the sides of your bikini, undoing them with one simple motion. when you bring your head back up, you see your bikini bottoms floating on the surface of the jacuzzi. you whimper when you feel sungchan’s hand caress the skin of your thigh. he brings his hand so close to your folds before retreating playfully. he wants to hear you whine and beg for him.

“you wanna get fucked by your ex so bad, huh?” sungchan says.

when you only nod your head sungchan puts two fingers inside of you suddenly. your grip on his hair tightens and you can’t stop the moan that comes out.

“yes.” you moan.

you’re lucky the beach has cleared out. you can see the beach clearly from here, the dark water washing up higher and higher on the shore. anyone from the beach would be able to see sungchan’s back on your hand marking it. you’re sure people in the surrounding villas might be able to hear you as well.

the possibility of getting caught doesn’t stop sungchan at all. in fact, this only eggs him on to bring you to the brink faster. he figures that if he fucks you here you’ll let him carry you bridal style back into the villa so he can fuck you properly on bed. maybe next you’ll let him take you on the kitchen counter and then the couch while the television plays. if you’ll let him, sungchan will gladly have you up the rest of the night taking him over and over again while he asks you to give him a second chance. but for now, he has to settle with bending his fingers inside of you while he watches you try and collect your thoughts.

“so tight baby,” sungchan says. he adds another finger. “do you think you can even take it like you used to?”

you are able to come out of your state of bliss to nod your head eagerly.

“i can take it.” you mewl. 

“are you sure?” sungchan teases.

“yes.” your whines have almost become cries as you look at sungchan desperately.

you start reaching for sungchan underneath his swim trunks, feeling his hard dick through the fabric. you squeeze him tight, the way you know he likes it. sungchan looks down at your hand underneath the water. you go to pull at his waistband and sungchan uses his free hand to help you. in no time both of your swim bottoms float together on the surface of the water.

you grab sungchan’s length and jerk him off desperately. you don’t remember the last time you felt like this, like a horny teenage doing everything in your power to get off. sungchan feeds off of it, and he wonders what he did today that has made you so pent up.

“can’t believe this is the same girl that wanted nothing to do with me a couple days ago.” sungchan says, humping your hand “what changed?”

you don’t have the answer for him. instead you just jerk him off faster as he lifts you underneath the water. you wrap your legs around his waist easily. he puts a hand on your back where you make contact with the edge of the pool so you don’t get scratched by the rough edge. this also helps him press your body against his.

“god i missed you so much,” sungchan says. “missed this pussy, too.”

“i missed you too.” you say pitifully.

you help sungchan guide his dick inside of you. you forgot the anticipation and excitement that bubbled over your entire body before sungchan would push into you. he takes you all in, pressing his lips against yours as he slides in.

you are both moaning pitifully into eachothers mouths, taken over by the stimulation. you hate to admit how close you are to asking sungchan to be your boyfriend again when he bottoms out. you missed the doting and the teasing and how he always made sure you feel good. he wastes no time picking up the speed, knowing how desperate you must be. you mentioned to him once that you liked when he didn’t always give you time to adjust and he still remembered by the way he fucks you.

“so fucking tight.” sungchan seethed. 

“you’re so big.” you moaned.

“i know baby. i know.” sungchan mockingly cooed.

sungchan continues to work against the buoyancy of the water, causing tiny waves as he fucks you against the wall of the jacuzzi. you hold onto sungchan’s shoulders, digging your fingernails into his wet skin. he’s so big inside of you, your walls haven’t felt the stretch in so long. you can’t stop yourself from clenching around sungchan with each thrust, the way he grunts into your ear from the exertion has you clamping around him even more.

“your dick is perfect.” you say between each thrust.

sungchan smirks into your neck before biting the skin, causing you to clamp around him again. this time it’s sungchan moaning into your ear. his hand on your back is no help as you press into the edge of the jacuzzi, it’s a pain you welcome if it means sungchan continues to fuck you like this.

sungchan pulls away from your neck to look at your chest. the thrusts have your breasts breaking the surface of the water and sungchan watches in amazement as they jump up and down.

“so beautiful.” sungchan says.

“take off my top for me baby.” you tell him.

sungchan uses the hand on your back to undo the tie. immediately your boobs spill out, pressing against sungchan’s chest. this lights a flame underneath sungchan, he ruts his hips into yours desperately. his hand that was holding your hips up pries between your two bodies so he can press a finger to your clit. you dig your nails deeper into sungchan’s skin at the feeling, and he locks into your face as he speeds up his fingers.

“i’m close.” you whimper.

“me too.” sungchan says.

the thought of sungchan seeing you cum suddenly makes you nercous. you think it would be better to face the inside of the villa while you moan out his name. if you look at him in the face you might really do something you’ll regret.

“turn me around.” you say. 

your words are breathless and broken off by sungchan’s ministrations. to your dismay sungchan shakes his head, the rare occasion he doesn’t listen to you. he only picks up his speed and your mouth opens.

“i wanna see your face,” sungchan says. he pauses just for a moment to lift your body up, letting you rewrap your legs around his hips. “is that alright?”

sungchan says it with a smirk on his face because he knows you’ll fold. not even a second elapses before you nod your head quickly, bringing his body closer to you with your legs.

“go ahead,” sungchan’s pace is unrelenting, some water splashes on your chin. “cum for me baby.”

you don’t last another second. a high pitched cry leaves your mouth and you slump against sungchan as you try desperately to come down. you con’t stop yourself from crying out his name and an i love you’s, something you always said when orgasming. sungchan says it right back to you as he finishes inside of you, hips stilling as you milk him dry.

both of you are slumped against the edge of the jacuzzi as you try to catch your breaths. sungchan is the first to come back down to earth, pushing his wet hair from his face as his covers your skin in kisses. he kisses your forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, anything his lips can reach. you come back down to earth in a panic, realizing you told your ex you loved him like you two were still together. 

sungchan gets out of the jacuzzi first and silently offers a hand to you. you can already feel the wear of your body, slightly sore from pressing into the rough lip of the jacuzzi. you take sungchan’s hand, getting ready to tell him you didn’t mean the love confession. just like always he is one step ahead of you, kissing your lips before you can get a word out. he leads your through the door of the villa and starts heading towards the bedroom.

“let’s see if you still don’t mean it by the morning.” sungchan says

[allywthsr]

THE CRASH | (l.norris)

summary: Lando and you fight right before the Las Vegas gp, turns out your nerves couldn’t take it after he crashes

wordcount: 2.4k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: angst, the crash

notes: I loved this idea when I saw it in my inbox and could not not write it. Here it is, what do we think about this??? I hope you like it 🫶🏼 btw, please come talk to me in my inbox, I’m bored🥲

”I can’t believe you right now!“, Lando and you had been fighting all evening over some silly thing. What started as a small joke, turned into a big argument and you didn’t know how or what happened. All you remember was, that Lando had been tense all weekend and was sensitive to certain things, but you didn’t think he was going to explode, so he got all mean and pushy with you because he was truly agitated.

”Y/N, maybe you shouldn’t have begun to talk about this, I need to concentrate on my racing.“

The screaming you both were doing could probably be heard in the motorhome next to you, but you didn’t care. Lando was clearly wrong and he needed to get your point.

”You started this fight, so stop being a child! Just get where I‘m coming from, you‘ve been in a mood all weekend and you let it out on me, you‘ve only looked for a fight so you could let your anger out.“

”That’s not true! You put words in my mouth and twisted them, as always.“

You two rarely fought, but if you did, there was screaming involved.

”If you hadn’t put me on your jpg account from when you took pictures of me while laying in our bed, we wouldn’t be in this position. I clearly told you that I don’t want this, and you went and did it anyway.“

”It’s just a picture!“

”You read the comments, they hate the way I look, and especially in that picture. You promised me it was for your use only, and you betrayed that.“

”You’re making a bigger deal than it is, calm the fuck down.“

”I won’t! I want you to see my point here.“

”You’re not seeing mine either. It’s a stupid picture, you weren’t naked, you weren’t making a stupid face, you were just looking at the camera, without any makeup but you were beautiful, grow the fuck up and get over these comments.“

”Lando I think I’m going to leave, you enjoy your race, I’ll be watching from the garage but we need space from each other right now, or we say things we don’t mean.“

”You can’t just run away from this conversation, you always do that.“

”I can watch me“, and with that, you walked out the door of his driver's room and slammed it on your way out. Several McLaren employees looked at you with big eyes, but you couldn’t take it right now, you needed five minutes in peace, so you could calm down, and think about the fight again.

Just thirty minutes later, you sat in the garage and waited for Lando to get in his car, normally you two would come in together and he would be cuddly with you, kissing and hugging you until it was time to get in his beloved car, but today was different. You came in alone, way before Lando even had to be in the garage to finally get in the car, he was in a mood when Jose tried to talk to him about data, and when he finally walked into the garage to drive to the grid, he stormed right past you, not even looking at you. By then everyone knew something was up, he never hoped in the car without giving you a kiss. Jon gave you a questioning look, but you shrugged your shoulders and mouthed a ’later‘ to him.

You watched on the TV how he got the last definitely needed laps in and then got pushed by his crew to his starting position. This was also a thing that bothered him, P15 wasn’t something he was used to nowadays.

After the anthem, Adam joined you.

”What’s up with him? He‘s been off all weekend.“

”I know, we had a fight right before he had to go and you know how we fight. It happened over this silly thing and now he‘s pissed at me, I couldn’t even say good luck to him.“

You looked at Adam, he knew his son longer than you did, maybe he had an idea how you could solve things.

”Lando’s always been a stubborn kid, give him time and talk to him after the race, I‘m sure he‘s cooled down by then.“

”Maybe you’re right.“

With that you looked at the screen and saw Lando jumping in his car, going through the last things that he wrote down as his notes.

The engines roared and Adam and you put on the headsets, so you could hear what was said over the radio. Lando was driving around the track for the formation lap and stopped when he reached his position. You prayed that the start would be nice to your boy and he would get through without any crashes or touches. Even if you fought, you still wanted him to be careful and not crash.

The start went without any troubles for Lando, and this was the first time that you released a breath. After the start, Jon came over to you, to talk about Lando’s attitude.

”What’s wrong with you two? I’ve never seen you like this before.“

”We don’t fight often, maybe once every two months or something, and normally it happens when we’re home, but today it escalated when we arrived at the track. He posted this picture of me on his jpg account and I overreacted, he promised me that he wouldn’t post it and he still did. So I was a little angry with him when I asked him to delete it, he freaked out.“

”I‘m sure you can solve this after the race, don’t think about it too hard.“

He gave you a quick hug and you kept watching. Now it was lap three and Lando was fighting for every position. Every race was nerve-wracking for you, sure he was a good driver and the car was safe, but still, every time he sat in his car, your heart rate went up a bit, and you were scared that he would crash. With Adam and Jon next to you, you sat on the foldable chair and had your gaze on the many TVs in front of you, when he crossed the line and lap four began.

Adam mumbled something under his breath and you looked at him when you heard everyone around you inhaling their breath. Quickly you looked back at the TV and hoped someone other than Lando had crashed, but when you heard Jose with panic in his voice, asking if he was okay, you knew it was him. You grabbed Adams's arm, to hold onto something while trying to hold back your tears. Fear was written all over your face, and it only got worse when Jose asked a second time if he was fine and Lando pressed the talk button with his shaky hands. The heavy breaths made your heart sink in your stomach, and with the way he pressed the ’all good‘ out, he truly wasn’t all good. What haunted you most were his painful moans afterwards.

This was the worst scenario that could’ve happened, and the fact that it happened in his birthday week and after you two fought, made things only worse. He clearly wasn’t in the right mindset to race, and it was all your fault because you got irritated by the picture and the comments.

”I want to see him!“

”Y/N, calm down, he will probably be taken to the medical center and you know we can’t enter. He‘s fine, you know what he‘s like, he‘s tough.“

You looked back at the screen and saw how he was still sitting in his car, that wasn’t a good sign. Maybe he was too hurt to get out, you couldn’t just leave him alone in the medical center. With careful movements, he finally pushed himself out of his car, but he was slower than usual, he had to be in pain.

”I‘ll run to the medical center, I’m his performance coach, no one knows his body better than I do. At least in the medical areas, I can update you.“

You nodded continuously and pushed Jon slightly towards the exit of the garage. Now you were crying, it was all your fault, you turned away from any cameras and the big opening of the garage, so no one could picture you ugly sobbing. This was a way of crying that wasn’t pretty and not meant for anyone except you, and maybe Lando to see. Quickly Adam pulled you in tight for a hug, he was shaking himself, and you both needed comfort right now. His phone started ringing and you hoped it was Jon, but it was Cisca, she wanted to know if you knew anything about Lando’s health, but you didn’t and it freaked you out.

His arms could be broken and you wouldn’t know, if you wouldn’t see him soon, you would go crazy. After long fifteen minutes of walking up and down through the garage, finally, an incoming call from Jon lit up your phone.

”Jon, how is he?“

”He‘s okay, a bit shaken up and his whole body hurts a little from the impact, but he‘ll be fine. They want to take him to an actual hospital to scan him, to rule out any internal injuries.“

”I want to come!“

”Y/N, you can’t. It’s better if you wait for him in the hospitality, he needs rest.“

”No, Jon, I need to see him“, the tears were streaming down your face again, at the thought that you can’t be by his side right now.

”We’re already in an ambulance and on our way to the next hospital, we can’t fetch you.“

”I‘ll get a car.“

”You won’t see him, even if you come, he‘ll be in the scan and we can’t join him there. I‘m with him, he‘s not alone, I‘ll send you a picture.“

”Let me talk to him.“

”His arms are trapped under a blanket, and he got some medication to hide the pain a little, he‘s drugged up and talking nonsense. He wouldn’t get what you’re saying anyway.“

”Is that even safe?“

”Yes“, he chuckled, ”He‘s alright, don’t worry. The scan is just a precaution thing, we should be out in at least two hours.“

With a heavy breath, you accepted that you couldn’t see him in person right now.

”But please send me a picture of him, and tell him I love him.“

”Will do, and you’re going to calm down, he’s fine.“

”I‘ll try, thank you, Jon.“

You turned to Adam and quickly talked him through what Jon told you, before calling Cisca and telling her the same.

Two hours later…

You just received a text from Jon, telling you they are in a car right now, that‘ll take them to the track. Impatiently you sat in the hospitality and waited for Lando to walk through the door, and when you saw him opening the glass door, you were crying again. The way the jacket was way too big for him, and his overall was hanging on his hips, made your heart clench, your poor boy. You ran towards him and hugged him tightly, while still being careful that you weren’t hurting him. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to his driver's room, where you were hugging once again.

You pulled out of the hug and put your hands on his cheeks.

”I am so so sorry that I overreacted with the picture, just because of me, you weren’t focused and lost the car to that bump. I will never fight with you ever again.“

Lando used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the salty tears, that escaped your eye.

”It’s not your fault, fight or not, the bump would’ve been there and I would’ve lost control. I‘m okay, yeah? You don’t need to worry anymore, and you definitely need to stop crying, because there is nothing to cry about.“

”Do you forgive me?“

”Of course, it’s all forgotten, I shouldn’t have posted the picture, and I‘m truly sorry. I‘ll delete it once I have my phone.“

”No don’t do that“, you put your head against his chest and breathed in his scent, Lando was closing his arms around your shoulders and touched the back of your head. Featherlight kisses were placed on the side of your head, and you two enjoyed the silence.

A knock interrupted you two and Adam was standing in the door, he tightly hugged his son as well and kissed his cheek.

”You should call your mum, she‘s worried sick.“

Lando nodded and grabbed your phone that you held out before dialing the number of his mum. After the quick talk, Cisca was reassured her son was fine and Lando wanted to go to the debrief. With his hospital bracelet, still on his wrist, he sat there like he didn’t just crash.

He was professional after all.

Until you returned to the hotel, you waited with Adam and Jon in the hospitality for Lando to finish his meetings, and when he did, Jon drove you safely back to the hotel, where you took care of Lando, so he was back on track for the last race.

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