#after going through this book back and forth I finally started to read it properly (i.e. from the beginning until the end)

[archduchessofnowhere]

The duke [Maximilian in Bavaria] preferred to spend time in the private flat on the ground floor of the Palais Max, even in winter. Since the entrance faced the street, he could come and go without being noticed by the family. For example, when young Elisabeth was asked by the housekeeper if she had seen her father, who had just returned from a long journey, she replied: “No, but I heard him whistling”. Their contemporaries reported that Max and Ludovika often lived under the same roof for days without meeting. If the woman and the children wanted to see the duke, they would have to announce themselves to the servants. This distance was common in royal circles – the couple did not enter each other's flats, but had the chamber staff announce themselves. In the duke's case, it was a demonstration of how disruptive meeting his wife and children was to his daily routine.

Max seemed to repeat with his children what he had suffered with his father. He showed no interest in his offspring and with such clarity that his wife's relatives were horrified. Ludovika's sister, Archduchess Sophie, wrote that the fact that her brother-in-law was “not at all occupied with his wonderful treasure”, i.e. their first-born son, was evidence of frivolity and an “almost mute heart”. Elisabeth's brother, Carl Theodor, was no less severe: he called him “egoism made flesh”.

Elisabeth, who as a child was called Elise by her family, grew up under her mother's wing. Ludovika's childhood had been very different from her husband's, and equally different was the attention the two devoted to their children as parents.

The duchess also repeated her childhood experiences: for her, children were the centre of everything. If her parents already considered time spent with them a desirable family happiness, Ludovika also found fulfilment in looking after her offspring. One of her daughters-in-law even described her as “a distinctly maternal being”, seeing in her a woman who lived entirely for her children. Decades later she herself would tell her granddaughter Amalie von Urach that a woman only has her children “when men go their own way”. Despite Max's lack of interest in family life, the question of whether or not to bring offspring into the world was never questioned – as the old duchess put it, “never interfere with God's plans”. Ludovika's great commitment to her children, her passionate devotion to the role of mother at that time unusual for a woman of her status regardless of any maternal feelings, was also a compensation for the lack of attention within the marriage. Max was as disinterested in her as he was in his children, and offered her little more than a few acts of kindness. There was no relationship between the two, said Ludovika's sister Sophie, who protested: “Such indifference cannot even be imagined!”

If one investigates the reasons for Max's indifference not only towards Ludovika and the children, but also towards the judgement of those around him, one must take into account not only his sad childhood, but also the unique position he occupied within the Wittelsbach dynasty. Thanks to his family constellation, he was a very special lord of the majorat: not only did he inherit the entire family fortune, but at a young age he was never subject to any restrictions from the older and higher ranking members. Duke Max could do whatever he wanted, in the true sense of the word. Consequently, as well as displaying a strong individualism from a young age, he also developed a self-centredness that left no room for complacency towards others. Ludovika's family certainly perceived his behaviour as pure disrespect, but who was supposed to tell the duke what to do? The Bavarian king, Ludovika's half-brother, so outraged by Max's behaviour, was often on the verge of lecturing him, but for some reason he always spared him. It was he – and he alone – who was in control of the house, yet he was careful not to intervene.

Winkelhofer, Martina (2022). Sissi. La vera storia. Il camino della giovane imperatrice (Translation done by DeepL. Please keep in mind that in a machine translation a lot of nuance may/will be lost)

[allforthegaymes]

Monster Jean Drabble

(AU where Jean stays with Palmetto instead of going to the trojans.)

Jean’s business major means he has probably the most amount of free time between the Monsters. And with Andrew’s refusal to let Jean join their night practices till he’s fully healed, he gets dropped off on Aaron most nights.

As much as the twins would deny it, he’s eerily similar to Andrew. He sits there quietly in the dorm, hunched over a textbook on the same desk that Andrew smokes on.

Jean cant help but watch from his spot in the kitchen, the blonde sits up to stretch, looks out the window, and then slouches back down to scribble down a couple more notes. Then repeats the same actions over and over till he finally slams his head down into his book with a loud groan.

Jean takes that as his opening, walking over to set a plate down in front of him. Not above snooping he lets himself stare down at his page of notes.

Its something to do with the muscle groups, theres a collection of clear sticky notes that Aaron has been laying over the model to try and label all the groups properly, before he rips it off and tries again. Memorizing where they are evidently.

Aaron looks up at him with an unimpressed look, but still reaches down to start scarfing down the sandwich Jean put in front of him.

He takes one pause to breathe halfway through the sandwich, “are you going to give me some freak insight on a horrible experience you had that can somehow be related to this?” When Jean doesn’t respond immediately, he continues, “Josten loves giving unprompted stories, but only when you dont want them”

Jean hums, “Josten has more life experiences than me evidently.”

Aaron nods his head, “somehow that man acts like hes never gone outside in his life, then one day you catch him sleep deprived at 2am and youre forced to hear about how to lie to the government in order to get a new social security card”

“I hate when he tells that one,” Jean shudders at the memory, reaching down to snag the empty plate back from Aaron after the man lifts it to lick it clean, “just wait for the deli freezer one, it takes an hour to get through”

He turns back towards the kitchen, dropping the plate into the dishwasher before doing his daily fridge check.

Andrew had recommended it to help him establish a schedule for himself and to feel like he’s contributing more to the apartment.

The blond man had effectively banned Jean from all chores, forcing Jean to establish his own habits within the apartment

So he found himself writing down every content of the fridge on one side of the whiteboard and a list of things they needed to buy from the store on the other side.

Another loud groan from Aaron in the other room, hands and face loudly hitting the textbook in front of him before he called out for Jean.

Jean sat on the other side of the table from him and read flashcards back and forth with him for the rest of the night.

By the time night practice ends and the trio manages to tiredly stumble home, theres a plate of snacks in the fridge and begrudging note, written on a clear sticky note, telling Andrew that Jean got him a new pint of cherry garcia ice cream.

Jean and Aaron are laying on the bean bags in the living room, both passed out around a pile of flashcards.

[bikananjarrus]

i'll get you home

fandom: the high republic | pairing: avar/elzar/stellan

rating: gen | word count: 930 | ao3 link

happy firebrands friday! i've been in a pretty bad writing slump for a while, but thanks to one of my best friends who gave me some prompts (missing them + falling asleep with their head in your lap), i actually got something written! this is nothing but pure fluff of our beloved firebrands <3

this is set in the same modern au as "meet me at midnight," which is not necessary to read first. but if you'd like to, you can find it on tumblr here or on ao3.

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It’s after one in the morning when Stellan finally lets himself into the apartment. He pulls up on the doorknob, lifting the old door just enough that it doesn’t squeak horribly on its hinges as he pushes it shut and locks it. He toes off his shoes and hangs his keys on his designated hook.

The apartment is, unsurprisingly, quiet at this hour. He was supposed to have gotten home earlier, but his plane back from the educators conference had been delayed due to a maintenance issue. His feet are heavy as he shuffles down the hall, back stiff from the rigid airport seating and even more uncomfortable plane seats. But mostly he’s glad to shower in his own bathroom, sleep in his own bed, and beyond grateful that he isn’t teaching tomorrow.

He's making peace with not really getting to properly say hello to Avar and Elzar until tomorrow when he notices dim yellow light spilling out from their barely cracked bedroom door. Taking care to be quiet in case one of them just fell asleep with the light on, he nudges the door open.

On the right side of the bed, Avar is sitting up against the headboard. She’s wearing one of his t-shirts, but he can’t see her bottom half; her legs are tucked under the comforter, and Elzar, fast asleep, has his head in her lap.

She had been reading a book, but when she hears him enter, she puts it down on the nightstand without marking the page. It’s a habit of hers that, personally, drives him a bit crazy. I just remember what page I’m on, she’s defended in the past. He’s a firm believer in a sturdy bookmark, but right now, that little quirk of hers is enough to bring a smile to his face.

It’s silly—he hadn’t even been gone at his conference a full week. But the weight of how much he’s missed Avar and Elzar is almost enough to have him collapsing into bed immediately, shower and unpacking be damned.

Avar strokes her fingers through Elzar’s thick curls of hair. There’s a slight twitch of his arm where it’s draped over her blanketed legs, but otherwise he doesn’t wake. She lifts her head to look at Stellan, soft smile curving up her mouth. “Hi.”

“You’re still up,” he whispers back, setting his suitcase down.

“Of course. I wanted to make sure you got home all right.”

“I texted you when I landed.”

She waves her free hand. “Yeah, but what if you’d been kidnapped by your Uber driver?”

“Pretty sure my driver, Marnie, who—mind you—was probably in her sixties, was not going to kidnap me.”

“You should respect your elders, Gios. You don’t know what Marnie was capable of.” Avar has a glint in her eye as she fires back at him. She thrives off their back and forth. “I hope you at least gave her five stars for going to the trouble of not kidnapping you. Though I have no doubt she could have.”

He shakes his head, chuckling lowly. Striding over to her side of the bed, he leans down and presses a tired kiss into her mouth. Her fingers skate against his jaw once, briefly, before he pulls back.

“Five stars, always. Especially for not kidnapping me.” He smiles, then says, “Thanks for waiting up. I missed you too.”

She rolls her eyes, but an affectionate smile of her own starts to tug at her mouth. They both know Avar isn’t always the best with her words. She might not say it outright that she missed him, but she’ll stay awake all night instead, to see him home safe with her own eyes.

Avar looks down at Elzar. “He tried staying awake.”

“It’s all right. I wasn’t expecting either of you to be up. Though,” Stellan hums softly, “he’ll have to move if I’m going to fit in bed.”

Avar laughs equally soft. “I’ll work on it.” She juts her chin towards the door and the bathroom across the hall. “Go ahead and get cleaned up.”

Too tired to quip about her ordering him about at this hour in the morning, he just nods and heads across the hall.

He takes a scorching hot shower and, after a panicked moment of not being able to find his toothbrush right away in his suitcase, brushes his teeth. He towels his hair and beard dry as best he can, then pulls on a fresh t-shirt and boxer briefs before finally, blissfully, crawling into the left side of the bed.

In that time, Avar had managed to move Elzar to the center of the bed. If Elzar had woken to do so, it hadn’t been for long. He’s already asleep again, snoring ever so slightly through his nose. Avar had also grabbed Stellan’s phone and plugged it in on his side of the bed. He casts her a grateful glance, before switching off the lamp on his side. Avar does the same a second later, plunging the room in shadow, save for the crack of moonlight peeking through the gap in the blackout curtains.

Stellan takes a second to get situated, shifting closer to Elzar’s sleeping form until he can drape an arm across their boyfriend’s waist. He can hear Avar moving, too, and knows she’s moved close enough to Elzar that if Stellan were to stretch his arm just a bit farther, he’d find her too.

“Night, Stell,” her voice cuts quietly through the dark.

Content, and quickly drifting off, Stellan only just manages to whisper back, “Night, Avar.”

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Can We Always Be This Close?

A Roy & Bucky blurb (that no one asked for)! Takes place after the end of their second season at Richmond together.

1.8k words

Warnings: Language, Roy feeling some angst that I promise doesn't last too long, absolute fluffffffffffff

Something There Masterlist

Roy frowned and reread the headline for the hundredth time, as though his glare would change the words on his phone.

Coach Buck in Talks to Return to U.S. to Coach Women’s National Team- Source close to the Richmond organization claims the manager is 'seriously considering' the offer to return home.

Nope, the article remained the same, still looking up at Roy with words that had his heart twisting in ways it hadn’t since before he kissed her in the rain that day. But it couldn’t be true, right? No, she would have told Roy. She definitely would’ve talked to him, included him in her decision-making process. Right?

It wasn’t like things were going badly between the two managers. Not badly at all, in fact. They had been dating for two years at this point, living together for a full year now. Their second season had just ended, with both of their teams finishing in the top three. They had just booked a holiday to Italy together, planning on focusing on nothing but eating and drinking and just being together for two solid weeks. She had promised Phoebe she’d be coaching the girls’ team with Roy again this year. They were discussing the idea of getting a pet- a dog or a cat, maybe a fucking hamster, Roy didn’t care, he just loved seeing her so excited. Hell, there were even jokes about rings and marriage popping up more frequently these days. As far as Roy knew, things were on the right track.

Then why did he keep seeing these rumors?

His head was still spinning by the time Bucky got home from dinner with Keeley. She smiled as she strolled through the door, eyes lighting up the way they always did when she saw Roy. Her step only wobbled slightly as she let her purse drop to the floor, signifying that she’d had one more glass of wine than she’d intended. Sure enough, instead of plopping down on the sofa next to Roy, she planted herself firmly in his lap, peppering kisses on his rough cheek.

“You girls have a good time?” he huffed, his usual greeting after she’d been out with Keeley.

Another kiss found his nose this time. “We always do,” she laughed, pulling back so she could look at Roy properly. “She was saying contracts are almost ready to send out to the new players joining the Whippets.” She hummed and stroked Roy’s hair absently, something she tended to do when she’d been drinking. “Some real talent. I think there’s a real chance of taking that championship back next year.”

Maybe Roy was reading into things too much, but he couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t seem to include herself in those plans for next season. Just like he couldn’t help remembering that her initial contract to manage the women’s team was only two years- and that she hadn’t mentioned signing a new one yet.

“Roy?”

Apparently, she’d started chattering about that new talent, but quickly realized Roy wasn’t listening. He cleared his throat and tightened his grip on her, as if his embrace could keep her from leaving Richmond and the Whippets and him.

What was he supposed to do if she left? Would they try long-distance, going back and forth between London and Atlanta? He wasn’t sure how he’d adjust, going from waking up to her pretty face every day, spending all day flirting at work, knowing they’d go home together at night, to… what? FaceTime and phone calls and text messages? Flying out between matches just for a couple of days together? Living for breaks and holidays? He wasn’t sure he could handle that, not after they’d finally settled into a life that he had to admit he’d quite fallen in love with.

On top of the daily inconvenience of the distance, he wasn’t sure how they were supposed to move forward if she left. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he wanted to marry this woman, even if he hadn’t said it quite so concretely yet. But he’d sure as hell thought of it. Marriage, kids, spending their lives at Nelson Road together, eventually retiring after they’d both reached double-digit titles. Roy wanted a life with her, not one an ocean apart.

Even worse, though, was the idea that she would leave without an attachment between them. Oh, fuck, what if that was it? Maybe the end of her grand English experiment was finally here, and she was ready to head back across the Atlantic, to her real life. She’d return to the U.S. national team as a hero, ready to claim more gold in those blazers and ponytails, forgetting all about Roy and everything she’d built in Richmond. And fucking hell if Roy was going to watch her reunite with that baseball playing ex-boyfriend-

“Roy.”

Oh, shit. She was still waiting for him to speak. “Yeah, babe?” he finally managed, trying to smile as best he could.

She cocked her head at him, easily seeing past whatever front he was trying to put up for her. “What?” Her fingers were gentle against his cheek. “You’ve been off all day.”

It was true, he admitted. He’d been quieter and moodier than usual since he first saw the headline early that morning. Most people would’ve seen his scowls and frowns and just seen Roy; Buck, on the other hand, could clearly see the difference between his usual grumpiness and whatever this was.

Another reason he couldn’t bear the idea of her leaving.

When he didn’t respond, she picked up the phone he’d obviously been scrolling on when she’d walked in the door. Her raised eyebrows asked permission, and his tiny nod granted it. She unlocked his phone with ease- his passcode was the date of the disastrous night they met- and scanned the webpage that had caused all his angst in the first place.

She dropped the phone back to its spot on the couch and returned her attention to Roy. “So,” she said slowly. “Is this why all day you’ve been acting like Pheebs when we tell her no ice cream before dinner?”

“You make a decision yet?” he huffed, pretending his heart wasn’t aching as he spoke. Before she could answer, he continued, “When did they make you the offer, anyway?”

“Yesterday.” Her soft answer was so quick and automatic, it broke his heart. “They want my answer the day after tomorrow.”

Roy nodded, torn between holding her tighter and shoving her off his lap so he could go hide in the bedroom. “Still deciding, then?” He knew his voice sounded bitter, but how could be help it? The girl of his dreams- hell the love of his life- was about to leave to another continent.

“No, actually.”

“No?” Roy repeated, blinking. “Fuck d’you mean no?”

She shrugged, so nonchalant for someone who had a life-changing offer at her feet. “I knew my decision the moment they asked me. I just…” The casual tone in her voice was suddenly gone. Her eyes wandered around the room, landing on the cabinet that held their medals and trophies, mementos and articles from their careers.  “I mean-”

“I’ll go with you.”

She whipped her head around to look at him with those doe-eyes he loved so much. “You what?”

Roy nodded quickly, wrapping his arms around her. “I’ll go with you,” he repeated, more confident in his blurted idea now. “I-I can find a coaching job of some kind in Atlanta. Or I can properly retire, maybe write that memoir Keeley keeps going on about. I could travel with you and your squad, hell I’d even wear a fucking U.S.A. kit for you babe.”

An incredulous smile began to creep over those red lips. “What about Jamie? And Phoebe?”

“I can FaceTime Phoebe,” Roy assured her, raising one hand to stroke her soft hair. “And she can come visit us. We’ll buy a house with enough rooms to make sure she has her own. And Jamie, well, he’ll probably need his own fucking room too,” he huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Roy.” Her voice was as soft as her eyes. “Roy, your whole life is here. I would never ask you to-”

He knew he sounded desperate, maybe a little pathetic, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t let her go, not without fighting for them. “Buck,” he murmured, his hand cupping her cheek. “You’re my life now.” Her breath hitched, but he went on. “And I’ll do anything- whatever you need- whatever you fucking want-”

“Roy, I’m not going.”

Those four words punched Roy in the heart- and they felt so fucking good. “You’re what?”

She nodded, bringing her face close to his. “I’m turning it down,” she breathed. “I’m staying in Richmond."

Roy’s mouth was on hers in an instant, his hand returning to her hair to pull her close. He kissed her the way he had in the rain, on the pitch, the first time they ever kissed, kisses full of all the affection he could hold in his heart. She laughed against his lips, wrapping her own arms around him to hold him tight. This was one of those million little moments Roy couldn’t believe how fucking lucky and happy he was.

And it was all because of her.

He finally pulled back, breathless, her lipstick undoubtedly all over his own mouth now. He grinned at her and that gorgeous smile of hers.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me in the first place?” he asked, laughter in his voice. “I’ve been agonizing all fucking day over this.”

“Sorry about that.” She shifted in his lap into her usual comfortable position. “I just… I wasn’t quite sure how to tell you. What to tell you.” Her pretty face turned pensive. “I love you, Roy,” she said slowly. “And I love our life. And I just… want to keep going in the direction we’re heading.”

Not for the first time, it was like she could read his mind. Or maybe his gruff heart. “I love you too.” He kissed one of her very warm cheeks. “And I fucking love this life.”

Before he could lean in for another kiss that he knew would escalate into something a little more heated, she laid a hand on his chest and pushed him back. Her smirk was familiar- and dangerous. “Wait one moment.” She narrowed her eyes playfully. “What was that about you wearing a Team U.S.A. kit?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Roy growled, trying to pull her back in for that kiss.

But that stubborn woman he loved so much was undeterred. “Oh no, Kent. You can’t take it back now. I want to see-”

Before she could finish her sentence, Roy was on his feet, a squealing Bucky in his arms. “How about you let me see you in an England kit first?” he teased, raising a thick eyebrow. “I’ve got an old one in the closet you’d look damn good in.”

She laughed and kissed his cheek as he carried her towards the bedroom. “Fat fucking chance.”

[ollypopwrites]

So, I'll be having some minor surgery in a couple months. I thought it would be cool to have Gale worried for/doting on [reader or tav] before and after. idk if that's weird or whatever, but just the idea of Gale being comforting, concerned, and just loving as all get out would make me feel a lot more at ease with this whole ordeal. I hope this is an ok prompt to request, but I understand if it's uncomfy for reasons.

Oh, anon I’m so sorry you’re going through this. I hope I can give you even the smallest bit of comfort, and thank you for your request 💜 here is about 1k words of pure comfort and doting.

Books and Basalm [also readable on Ao3]

Tav x Gale [Gender-nooch Tav. No pronouns used for Tav and no descriptions of any physical features at all.]

CW/Tags: medical/hospital type situation (not detailed in any way). FLUFF. All comfort no hurt.

Despite having read everything he could get his hands on about the procedure, and asking the cleric so many questions Tav had to gently tell him to leave the poor man alone, Gale was not allowed in the room. He’d made his displeasure very known, but Tav had patted his hand in a clear signal to shut up. He physically had to bite his own tongue to prevent more nervous babbling.

“I think we ought to get started,” the cleric said to Tav with a smile. Despite his obvious disinterest in speaking any further with Gale, he at least kept his bedside manner for his patient.

“You’ll be here when it’s done?” Tav asked.

Gale knelt next to the bed, ignoring the crackling protest of his knees. “I’ll be on the other side of this door the entire time.” He pointed to the very one which he would be sure not to leave. “The Gods themselves couldn’t pull me away.”

Tav laughed a little at the dramatics and leaned into the gentle kiss he gave. After a few final kisses and another pressed atop Tav’s head for good measure, Gale pulled himself away. He stationed himself directly on the other side of the door, as he had promised. He was a logical man, he saw sense and reason before much else, but he was at his core quite prone to wild emotion despite his academic mind.

Leading up to that moment there was not much he didn’t do by Tav’s side. Even when they had been out on the road, while he never had much skill in healing magic, he had always been nearby enough to know what was going on. All he could manage this time was his assurance Tav had the best healers the city could offer and a tower over-prepared to accommodate the recovery.

It took hours. He didn’t notice irritated looks of the other healers walking through the halls when he began to pace back and forth, only stopping to lean his back against the wall and then have to move again once his mind took off. It was impossible to keep still for very long.

When he was finally allowed back in the room, Tav was still asleep thanks to a potion and the cleric was assuring him everything went fine. Once Tav woke up, they could make their way back to the comfort of the tower. While the cleric started giving instructions for recovery, Gale found himself cutting him off with his new extensive knowledge on the subject, watching the cleric grow annoyed at him again. Gale was used to people’s thinly veiled irritation at his volubility, but be it nerves or something else he couldn’t stop himself.

The cleric excused himself as soon as he possibly could, and Gale sat nearby, ready to be the first thing Tav saw after waking up. He mindlessly practiced somatic movements, he flipped through his spellbook distractedly and then mentally triple checked he had everything he needed to properly care for Tav back at the tower. To him, it felt like hours, but in reality it didn’t take too long for Tav to wake up from the sleep potion that had been administered for the procedure. Eyes blinking open, Tav groaned, and Gale jumped up to shush and soothe them.

“There you are, my love,” he said quietly. “How do you feel?”

“Tired,” Tav groaned. “Sore.”

“Completely normal,” he pressed a kiss to Tav’s forehead, “we’ll get you home and with a cup of tea for the pain expeditiously.”

“It went alright?” Tav asked.

“The cleric has no concerns,” he smiled, “all that’s left to do is rest and recover.”

The cleric came in for a final check in, making sure Tav was alright to head back home. The waiting was the worst part, Gale was certain they need not put off leaving where Tav could rest well and with whatever could possibly be needed. It took some creativity on Gale’s part to get them both safely back to their bedroom in the tower with no added strain on Tav, but he managed it.

Tara sat perched expectantly on the bed, head tilted in quiet examination. “Welcome home,” she said, tail flicking back and forth behind her. “everything went well, I hope?”

“Besides the pain, I think I’m alright,” Tav smiled tiredly.

“Tea!” Gale said insistently. “I have tea that will be just the thing.”

Gale got Tav situated in the bed, with pillows arranged for maximum comfort and support. He opened the window for cool fresh ocean air to come in, and Gale only left Tav’s side to prepare some tea with basalm salts for the pain. While he was gone Tara had settled herself gently against Tav’s side, purring away.

When he came with the tea, water and a potion of rest, Tav could have laughed at his over preparedness.

As Tav reclined in the bed, sipping tea, he sat at the bedside in an armchair. “Gale?”

“Yes, my love, what do you need?”

Tav chuckled at his earnestness. “I’m bored.”

“Ah, well, we have a treasure trove of entertainments,” he replied, “what better to soothe the pains of ailment and the pangs of boredom than a book!” He eagerly added, “what will you choose? A stirring tale of heroics? A dissertation on the merits of illusory spellcraft? Or perhaps an anthropological study on the courts of the Feywild?”

Tav shrugged, “your choice, really, I was looking for an excuse to have you sit and read to me.”

“You hardly need an excuse for that,” Gale smiled.

He grabbed the book he was in the middle of on his bedside table, something light for reading before bed. Carefully, he nestled in beside Tav, sure not to disrupt his perfectly calibrated arrangement of pillows made for Tav’s ideal comfort. Under his watch, with tea to soothe and a book, Gale felt sure Tav would be okay.

Two pages into him reading, Tav had fallen asleep with the tea cup precariously resting in hand. Gale plucked it away, giving a gentle kiss upon Tav’s brow as he leaned over to set it aside.

Thank you so much for reading! 💜💜

[bathsaltsmcgee]

Ok, I need to tell you what happened to me when I was browsing for new fanfictions to read Thursday night. I've been fighting my overturned sleep schedule and loosing. Relenting myself to reading in bed instead of going back to my studio and resume my work. Rest is rest in whatever form I can take, right? I stumble upon this fic of yours. 40 chapters in, in the front page of Kudos. So, I decide to commit. To say I was hooked would be an understatement. Your story DEVOURED my interest and turned it into obsession. I couldn't stop reading. Only stopped for basic needs and unwavering responsibilities. The rest of the time, I devoted to this magnificent story. I didin't sleep, I turned my room into a hovel where I took water in a thermos and some snacks. I did not come out of my room until I caught up. I am not exaggerating when I say I think this is THE. BEST. AU. HH. RADIOBELLE. Fantiction I've ever read. Your world setting, character description, scene work and overall pacing are impeccable. Impeccable. You must be writing this for fun/practice while you're working on other books of your own I assume? If not, you should. It's been a very long time since I've seen someone take existing characters and make them their own without loosing their essence like you've done. You are making magic for me. Soothing, inspiring, wonderful magic that fed my tired artist soul and reinvigorated me to continue my work. It was a really good break. I am eager to continue reading. Excited that I can't tell who's doing what in terms of the mystery and starving for more fluffy scenes filled with tension.

I don't really know what else to say. My words still falter a little, even though I spent about 4 hours after I finished catching up processing the whole story as I finally stood up and took care of my dishes. But I think it's appropriate to say that I love this fic. I love your writing and I am so happy, elated even, that you're updating it still after 4 years. You've got magic in your head. Thanks for giving it words and sharing it.

O.O Wow, what a compliment! Thank you so much! I'm thrilled that you're enjoying my story that much. It's always a true joy for me whenever I hear that people are having themselves such a good time reading what I wrote at 2 am. Feedback, especially like this, is such a great motivational boost for my creativity, and it helps keep my drive to proceed with the story, and all the characters therein, alive and well.

As to whether this story is practice for me when I start writing my own books, you would be most correct in thinking that it is.

My main goal with writing, once I'm through with the fan stories that I've already planned out, is to write my own original book series, that is entirely of my own making, full-time as my main profession, and delving into fan works while I get myself established is a fantastic method of practice for me so I won't get rusty.

I want to make sure that when the time comes to publish my original works, I'll be properly prepared to handle it with enough requisite grace.

Plus, I also get to have a lot of fun with other story's already established characters and experiment on them for science.

It's really fun to pit all the characters against other varying personalities and situations, and see what facets of their own personalities spring forth as a result. :D

So, I'm elated that you've been enjoying BtM so far, thank you for taking the time to read it, and I also hope that the future chapters will entertain you just as much as the already published chapters did, if not more so.

I do hope they will.

Things have only just gotten started, after all.

And I'm barely warmed up.

Happy reading! :)

[ruruumin]

limbo.

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x fem!reader, modern au.

⤷ based on keshi's "limbo." mentions of alcohol & sex.

“Goin’ through motions, back and forth like an ocean.” 

He lets out a long puff into the open air, staring out from the balcony with a bored expression. He rests his cigarette against the bridge of his fingers, toying with it slightly to release some ash. They float amongst the stars, an ember that starts bright but quickly extinguishes. He doesn’t bother to wear his shirt, not when it's this late and hot at night. 

His one-night stand continues to sleep peacefully on the bed, blissfully unaware that by morning, he would disappear as quietly as dawn’s breeze. It was always like this for him. He would leave to a bar that Beidou recommended, and come home with a new person in bed. It was the same cycle and he doesn’t know whether or not he could break it. 

He pulls out his phone, staring at a message that he had left you on read. You had texted him earlier about going out on Saturday. His phone charm dangles from the edge. He smiles fondly at it for a moment, remembering how hard you tried to get him a matching set with you. He knew better than to be attached to something so simple. It was just plastic on a string. Sure, it may have had his favorite colors, it has a cat, and it came from you, but that was beside the point. Right? His eyes flicker up to the moon for a moment, thinking to himself. He knows it was foolish to have left you hanging. He never leaves you like this, not when his heart is wrapped around your fingers. 

It just seems that lately, it’s been hard to talk to you. Perhaps it was because you’d been hanging out with this boy named Childe, Tartaglia, or Ajax. He honestly never bothered to learn his name properly because he always thought of him as nothing more than a frat boy. He was just some transfer from another college and yet he did more in a month to impress you than he had in a year. Funny, he says to himself. He’s not all too different from him yet he dares to look down on him. He sighs and breathes in another drag. 

He knows he doesn’t deserve you yet he wants you.

He wants the cutie who works part-time as a teaching assistant. The one that he’s known since freshman year of high school. The one that he likes to sit next to during chemistry and statistics. The one that always seems to care a little too much about him. He wants that person. He wants you. 

Though, he doesn’t deserve you. He knows this to be true. Underneath the facade of a kind, literature student, he was a terrible roommate that loved to sleep around. He likes to smoke before going to bed because it clears his mind. He likes to drive late at night slightly intoxicated because it adds to the thrill. He was a terrible influence. 

He types up a response to your invite, giving you a cute emoticon at the end to show that he was sincere, or at the very least, cares. He presses his cigarette against an ashtray, finally extinguishing the pitiful flame before making his way back to the room. 

“Do I feel alive, feel alive, feel alive?”

He lets you drag him by the hand, pointing to a bookstore with a joyous expression. You were wearing a very simple outfit today but it always looks good. Anything and nothing would look good on you, he thinks to himself. It wouldn’t matter if you were to wear just a paper bag because, in his eyes, you were perfect. Perhaps a little too much by the way you make his heart swoon each time you open your mouth to talk.

“Earth to Kazuha? Are you listening to me?” You wave your hand in front of him, smiling brightly as ever. “I want to pick up this book for my class. After that, we can go out and eat udon. Are you hungry?” 

“Oh, yeah, that sounds fine to me.” He says. 

You giggle as if he said something funny. You don’t let go of his hand though. He hopes that you never do. And that you never hold anyone else hand but his. He swore to Beidou that if he were to see you with someone like Childe, he might want to just end everything at that moment. Sure it was childish. It was a middle-school level of pettiness that got to him. He should know better than to act like this. He just couldn’t help it though. 

He wants to see you with him, even if he hates himself. He wants to be with you because you make his world so colorful. If you were to ask him to quit smoking, he would do it in a heartbeat. If you were to ask him to stop drinking before exams, he would do that too. He might give you his entire heart and soul if you were to just say you loved him. Foolish love, he thinks. That’s how it always will be. 

You pick out your textbook, holding it up to him with a gleeful expression. It was just some boring book about biology. It had the stereotypical blue and green color scheme with trees on the front. He swears it is nothing special. And yet you seem so happy. When he sees your smile, he wishes he can uncover the secret to living such a happy life. Was it with you? Were you the cure to this cycle he thrives in? He ruffles your hair as you pout, complaining that you spent so much time making it look good for today. 

He blinks multiple times in a row. Was he hearing you right? You made yourself look good for him? Was he just delusional or did you say that? Maybe he was just getting his hopes up. He sighs before picking up a random poetry book from the shelves. He walks with you to the cashier and pays for both, ignoring your protests and picking up the paper bag. 

He looks down at you with a grin of his own. “Let me treat you today.”

“You didn’t have to, I could have bought it myself.” He resists the urge to pinch your cheeks when you pout. 

He squeezes the bag close to his chest. The two of you walk out of the store with you trailing him. You were holding onto his sweater with the tips of your fingers, trying to slow him down. He shuts his eyes for a moment. He’s trying his hardest to calm his raging heart. It was beating so fast that he worries that you might hear it if he stays too quiet. “It’s too late now, you just have to admit defeat at this point.” 

You roll your eyes at him, “At least let me pay for your udon then!” 

“Chasin' that sunset, that's more my tempo.”

He sighs from across the table, watching as you chatted Lumine’s ear off about the recent results of an exam. The test that took you three days to study, the one that led you to cancel last minute on him. Had it not been for the poor timing, he might have been able to confess his feelings sooner. He pokes at his food with a disinterested, almost bored look until his friend elbows him lightly. 

She whispers into his ear about the matching keychain you have on your phone. The one that she could see so evidently when it was on the table. She says it's the same as his, and if the two of you were dating. He wishes he could silence her on the spot with a simple smack to the face, but the thought amuses him a bit. What would it be like if the two of you dated?

Would things be different? Would you still get ice cream with him from Mcdonald's late at night? Would you still come over to his place to watch movies, or would things change? Maybe you would kiss him every time you had ice cream, or instead of watching Dwayne the Rock Johnson in another cliche action movie, you would pull him close and make out like young teenagers in a car. He could feel his heartbeat quicken at the thought of being able to hold you so intimately. It was a sweet thought. A real sweet one that he could feel his tooth rotting.

Or perhaps it was just the sight of Childe coming up to you once more. In his arms was a worn-out football which he places on the floor beside his foot. It looks like he just came back from practice. And he smells too. He proceeds to sit down next to Kazuha, winking at him before introducing himself. The two exchange awkward handshakes before he moves on to talking to you. The blond-haired man feels himself getting a little annoyed at the interaction. This was the first time they were meeting and he was dismissed that easily? What a jerk. 

He taps his foot against the floor, pressing his cheek against the palm of his hand as he rolls his eyes. What did you see in him? He didn’t have the common courtesy to just talk to everyone else at the table. He just ignored him and Beidou who was sitting across from you. At most, he would talk to Lumine but he seemed so adamant on talking to you that it almost creeped him out. 

He drinks from his bottle of water, trying his hardest not to look frustrated. His mouth still feels dry and he hates that feeling. It was like being near Childe just dehydrated and wore him out. All the man talked about was football, failing exams, and shopping. Three things. Football. Exams. Shopping. He sighs under his breath as he leans back slightly. 

Why was he even complaining in the first place? It's not like he did anything more than him. Sure he played the bass and practiced with Xiao and Aether, but he slept around and drank like it was his clutch. He knows he’s just bitter that Childe has an easier time talking to you. A transfer from another college can spark a conversation with you stronger than your childhood friend. That’s just pitiful really. 

Despite Beidou's constant complaining about how often he talked about you, he thinks he will be fine as long as you and he are friends. It might sting his heart to watch you go out with someone like Childe but it was better than losing what you and he had. He presses his lips tightly together into a frown, looking off to the horizon. He listens to the thoughts in his head than Childe’s obsessive rambling. He was trying to distract himself. 

A little too distracted with his thoughts to notice the way you tilt your head to look at him with concern. Too distracted to even notice the way Lumine would inch the two of you closer, trying to butt into the conversation with Childe to keep the two of you afloat in this sinking ship. 

“But this is all that I am, I only show you the best of me.”

He presses his lips against yours for the first time and he feels sparks fly. You wrap your arms around his neck as he secures your place in his lap. He lets his fingers rest gently against your hips as you push yourself closer to him. He is careful as to not to hurt you. Against your chest, you feel the quickening beat of his heart speaking to you. It drums against his ribcage with feverish desire. 

His bass lays dormant beside him, lightly tossed on the bed alongside his dignity. Alcohol sits at the edge of his bed, almost untouched. Despite the lack of it, he feels intoxicated by your presence. What started as just a normal practice session led to him slipping smooth words down your throat and into your heart. He tried to keep it under wraps. Tried hard to keep his feelings from bursting between his lips. It was unfortunate that the look in your eyes, the quiet night sky, and the light rain knocking against his window was enough to get him to confess.

You were just supposed to listen to him practice his next song. Just supposed to sit there and look pretty while he performed for you. Nothing more, and nothing less. Beidou and her girlfriend Ningguang made it apparent to you on the last couple of dates that what he was looking for was more than a hookup. More than just a one-night stand with you. As if he would ever put you in such a lowered position, he laughs to himself. You, his best friend and closest confidant. His star and love, how could you be anything less than that? 

Perhaps that is why you asked him out of the blue to let you come over. It’s not like you haven’t before several times in the past, today just seemed different. You called him this time, asking nicely with that sweet voice of yours if you could come over. He would be a fool to refuse. He would be a fool to even be hopelessly in love with you. 

Regardless, he would open the door for you, letting you jump into his arms as if you hadn’t just seen him hours before. You said you had something to talk to him about. He assumed that it was something along the lines of your time with Childe and the recent shenanigans of the football star. You’ve always been so easily entertained by those things. He thinks it's cute. He also thinks it’s sort of gross how often you talk about him. 

If only you can talk about him the way he does about you. If Beidou could drink every time she heard your name come out of his mouth, she might be more drunk than a seasoned sailor. She would be six feet underground from alcohol poisoning and still be drunk in the afterlife. ‘You talk about her too much,’ she comments, taking a swig from her cup, ‘When will you ever tell her how you feel?’ 

‘I don’t know if I ever will,’ he replies, looking off to the side, ‘I don’t want to ruin what we have.’

‘Then you better be prepared to lose her to someone else.’ 

But in the end, it doesn’t seem like he lost. Not when he stares into your eyes, noticing your flushed expression and nervous fumbling of your fingers. Not when he sees the way your lips press tightly together with a thin sheen of gloss. He thinks he’s the only person who will be able to see you like this. Vulnerable and nervous, choking over your words each time you try to talk, everything about you seemed so intoxicatingly cute and he wish he could get drunk off this feeling more. 

You part away from him to breathe but he only presses his lips against yours. He leaves a trail against your cheeks and lower jaw before he leads you to lie on his soft bed. You wrap your legs around him, keeping him grounded in reality. The plush feeling of your thighs against his waist causes his cheeks to grow slightly hotter. He was like a middle schooler again. Someone who was now embarrassed to show you what he looked like underneath his clothes. Someone scared to show you how vulnerable he was and how much he loved you. 

Perhaps that was for the better though.

He would rather show you the side no one else could see. The man who would stumble over his words every time he tried to gather the courage to talk to you. The man whose fingers slipped off the strings of his bass each time he thought about you. And the man who has always been by your side, hoping that one day, you might love him. 

He finally has you now, and he doesn’t want to let you go. 

[we-the-witch]

"Joy" for Galaxy

Let's go through my muse's memory!

tw for lots of religious imagery (and keep in mind Witch is 15 here)

"Maică*, Maică!" called out one of the children, barely older than five, as he ran past the opened gate, in the field of the church. He smiled like a ray of sunshine as he approached Galaxy Nicoleta. In his hand, he waved his student card. "I did very well on the test thanks to your teaching!"

Nicoleta put aside the religious book** she was studying, smiling as she was shown the proof of the child's excellence. "Bravo!" she exclaimed before pinching the boy's cheeks. "Soon enough you will be as smart as Father Gabriel." Laughter was resisted with laughter, followed by a hug.

"One day I'll join you with Father Gabriel and the others in your trip in the forest!"

"Oh, I am sure you will. But be patient, you'll have to wait ten more years to be as old as I am." With that, she ushered the child back to their parents as the evening ceremony was soon approaching.

Getting prepared herself; Nicoleta took the book she was reading and placed it in her backpack, between the new textbooks the highschool had provided them with that year. Frankly she was just as excited as she was nervous, stalling out getting prepared until last minute.

Nicoleta made her way through the back of the church to enter the sacristy directly, putting their backpack underneath a table before dipping her fingertips in the holy water bowl to splash herself a bit. She hadn't had time to prepare at all before Sister Ana stepped in from the altar.

"Oh, Maică - I apologize for being late," she started, ready to be berated by one of the few people in the church who seemed to have a distaste for their... peculiar situation. She did inhabit the same body as a demon, after all.

"Ah, none of that now," Sister Ana shushed her, oddly warm. "It's a big day for you. Let's get you ready."

It seemed that Father Gabriel did make her be more understandable and amenable. She could hear him giving his teachings to those in the nave, but had no time to properly listen as Sister Ana helped her dress in silk robes of a dark blue, tuck their wilder hair in the apostolnik and then place the starry headpiece*** ontop of her head.

"Now, see- Now you look like a proper goddess. Our goddess." Sister Ana exclaimed in her continued hush tone as she showed Nicoleta a mirror.

And she looked at herself: dressed like the bright night sky; wearing the headpiece as Father Gabriel promised she would wear; holding the book by which all the people in the church swore. One of her students was improving in school, Sister Ana finally treated her as an equal. It was all going wonderfully.

She finally started to feel some sense of pride in her achievement and joy in her heart. A joy she could barely contain as she peeked between the drapes of that separated the sacristy and the altar, watching the dark air and broad shoulders of the pastor who lead this evening's ceremony.

Finally being called forth, she readied herself with a short breath and stepped towards the altar to finally aid Father Gabriel with the ceremony.

* - old fashioned term of referring to one's mother, or in this case, a female in a religious position, often used when referring to a nun.

** - not a bible, but a book written by the pastor of their village's church

*** - specially made headpiece for Galaxy, resembling one of the instruments of Passion; winged stars replacing the spiky thorns

[thewirewitch]

My thoughts on the Tales From the Pizzaplex books (#1 and #2)

Alright, so, I'm gonna put this under the cut since it's probably going to get long.

Also, obligatory spoiler warning for those of you who care about spoilers for the books!

Note: Due to the length of this post apparently being too long to properly save/post, I'll be putting my thoughts on the 3rd book in it's own post which I will link here when I can.

Anyway, on to the stuff!

So far I've only read books 1 through 3 of the Tales From the Pizzaplex books. I actually read them out-of-order due to bias (I read 3 first, then 1 and 2 after), but I'm actually kinda glad I did it that way (will explain later).

SO ANYWAY- I'm going to share my current thoughts, feelings, and opinions on the stories, as well as the books as a hole, in proper order.

Book 1 - Lally's Game

Frailty: Okay, so, this is my favorite story from the 1st book, and my 2nd favorite overall (so far). I really like the premise of a "healer" who loses their own health for the sake of making others feel better. I also really like how the main character (Jessica, I believe?) began to value her own life and happiness more and more as the story went on. However, I wasn't a fan of how they made her turn back to her old ways. I think the kiss at the prom shouldn't have ended with her date turning on her, and instead should have been the last good memories of her life before she ended up returning to the hospital to heal her friend. I feel like it would have been more impactful if she consciously chose to give up the possibility of a "normal" life to save someone else. Despite that, I do like the very ending of the book. Lots of chaos leading to a very confusing scene for the other characters, except for the priest who prays for Jessica(?) after she finally died. An oddly calm and somber ending to the story. Another thing I'd like to note is how this story could have definitely worked outside of the FNaF universe. There was hardly anything linking the two together, but I don't really mind it too much.

Lally's Game: To be honest I keep forgetting this one existed. I honestly found this one kinda boring except for the scene where the main character and her husband were hiding behind the couch and she ends up knocking him out so she can run away. That scene was, however, pretty darn short. The premise of a robot escaping the Pizzaplex and following someone home is a really interesting one, but I would have much rather seen this story in the Husband's perspective when he was a child, instead of when he got older. Just like the previous story, and like several others I've yet to cover, this story also didn't feel like it needed to happen in the FNaF universe. Lally's origin was the Pizzaplex, but it could easily be from any other technologically-advanced establishment. It just doesn't feel very Fazbear-y, if that makes sense...

Under Construction: OH BOY- this one was by far the worst story from the books I've read so far. It started out in the Pizzaplex and began to explore the AR tech Fazbear Ent. has, which began to give me some hope for the story, but then...the plot happened. Okay, so, not even going to sugarcoat this one. The plot of this story is the main character ends up in a weird state of being from the unfinished AR stuff at the Pizzaplex, which makes her live in a reality where everyone on Earth except for her is dying of cancer and she spends the rest of their lives, and essentially her life, running back-and-forth between houses in her neighborhood, taking care of her dying friends and family while these weird blue jelly creatures start materializing and multiplying outside until they eventually engulf her, which doesn't kill her, but leaves her immobilized. What. The. Flip. Why. Who came up with this. This one isn't even a "it doesn't need to take place in the FNaF universe," it just...doesn't need to take place at all. It was a really depressing story that felt like it was just written for shock value.

Overall thoughts: To me, this book started out pretty alright, then slowly got worse as the stories continued.

Book 2 - HAPPS

Help Wanted: THE STORY OF THE FNAF GAME DEV!!! Okay, seriously though, this story was kinda frustrating to read at times. I wouldn't say it was really good or bad, just, eh. My man (the protagonist) got catfished, then gaslit into believing he had a wife and kids, as well as memory loss and hallucinations. The poor guy wasn't even able to return to that "life" in the end, getting killed instead. I don't really have a lot to say about this story tbh. At least we now know Fazbear Ent. is willing to kill people in order to protect their brand. ...Also...the 4th game was never finished by the dev... ...DJ DAN THE MUSIC MAAAAAAN-

HAPPS: This story was alright. The premise is something that would terrify me if I was the one in the situation (getting stuck in those play-place tubes that places like Chuck-E-Cheese have), but the reason this issue even happened in the story felt pretty forced. The two main characters beating on and badly damaging a robot that they actually really liked in the beginning of the story just because they got a little embarrassed and angry just...didn't feel very realistic. There are some parts of this story where a whole lot of nothing happens, but the chase scenes are actually pretty tense. I also like how eerie they were able to make the little robot that got messed up. "Out. With me."

B-7: Another book that ended with a pretty crummy story. This is the 2nd worst story I've read so far. This one, similarly to the last story in the previous book, started out with some Fazbear stuff (Freddy and Friends this time), but ended up having a plot that didn't really have anything to do with FNaF. Not going to sugarcoat the plot of this one either: Little boy ends up believing himself to be an animatronic after he watched Freddy and Friends, which caused his parents to divorce, his mom to commit suicide, then as he gets older he gets all his limbs cut off so he can have prosthetics, and also gets a bunch of body-mods to be more like an animatronic. He looks at himself in the mirror, has a breakdown, then commits suicide via junkyard trash compactor. That is it. That is the story. He gets a girlfriend at one point, but she doesn't effect the plot at all.

Overall Thoughts: Not really a big fan of this one overall. None of the stories really stood out for any good reasons to me. I am glad they leaned more into the Pizzaplex/Fazbear stuff, though.

[voidpacifist]

I know we all love and adore D(d)eaf/hoh steve but I raise you this — D(d)eaf eddie

(little tw for abuse and audism, I really did a deep dive into eddies childhood for this one)

• eddie, who gets really sick really young and loses his hearing, who is raised in a loud environment because his parents are constantly fighting or partying but the universe is on his side because he doesn't have to try so hard to tune it out

• eddie, who stubbornly seeks out ways to listen to music even when his parents get pissed at him for having the radio in his bedroom turned up loud enough to shake the house, who finds his mom's old acoustic guitar and decides it's his favorite instrument, who plays like he knows it even if he probably sounds ridiculous because he doesn't care when his whole body is vibrating with it

• eddie, who is forced to be mainstreamed and struggles so fucking much because a. first graders are mean and b. not a single teacher tries to accomodate his needs as a deaf student, who earns himself the title of 'freak' without really trying because he sounds different from the other kids, who still tries his damnedest to make friends with them because as much as he wants to hate them, he'd much rather not be lonely

• eddie, who at ten years old ends up meeting his uncle after his mom drags him out of the house during a brutal fight with his dad, who learns that wayne has a collection of music he calls 'metal,' who finds a whole new world of sound that finally clicks just right for him

• eddie, who reads voraciously, who hides in the library and finds a book on Sign, who stops talking at home out of defiance because no one listens to him anyway, who gets his hands pressed to a hot stove by his dad for signing instead of speaking, who is forced to return his library book and spends years of his life terrified to try again

• eddie, who struggles but ultimately graduates from the fifth grade, who didn't have an interpreter or more than hesitant acquaintances in class, who racked up hordes of bullies throughout elementary but still powered through every class and every grueling assignment that was never properly explained to him, who graduates because he did that shit by himself and for himself

• eddie, who thinks he's going to go through the motions of elementary school again in middle school, who starts skipping out on certain classes with particularly impatient teachers and peers, who only comes back and stays because scott clarke sought him out to give him tools for during lectures and lets him hide in his classroom during the lunch hour, who is asked one day if they can learn Sign together

• eddie, who really doesn't want to get in trouble at home but can't afford to miss out on what's happening at school, who signs for hours back and forth with mr. clarke after school, who lies to his parents about his extracurriculars

• eddie, who sees his dad do something so horrific that he runs in just his socks all two miles to the police station, who only gets the attention of jim hopper, jim who doesn't know a lick of Sign but still tries to communicate with eddie and explains as best he can to a traumatized fourteen year old that he needs to find a new home, eddie who watches as his dad is taken in a police car to prison whole his mom is taken on a stretcher in a bag

• eddie, who still has living family in illinois but chooses wayne, who holes up in his new room with the music too loud for a public trailer park, who doesn't speak or Sign to wayne for a long time but they still leave little notes to one another — that ham sandwich you like so much is in the fridge, love wayne; don't forget your medicine this morning, eddie

• eddie, who takes wayne to his first parent teacher conference and freezes when mr. clarke brings up Sign, who nearly cries when wayne decides he'd like to learn too, who gets remarks about his focus from his other teachers and watches as wayne face goes through more expressions than he's ever seen on a man, confusion and anger and defiance

• eddie, who starts seeing more and more patience from his teachers, who starts meeting people that actually want to be friends with him because they too have been labeled by high school society as 'freaks,' garrett emerson and other sixth graders start looking up to him, even some seventh graders too like donnie nichols and jeff morgan (yes I made up the last names), who is taught about D&D and in turn, teaches his little crowd of outcasts how to sign so they can have campaigns together

• eddie, who carries his reputation as 'freak' and wears it like a crown with pride, who sticks up for others like him and sticks out without hiding away, who goes through highschool for six years too many, who meets fellow odd duck robin buckley in the final sixth year when he ends up in her graduating class

• eddie, who is on track to graduate because of robin, robin whose fixation on languages allows her to learn Sign in a matter of weeks, eddie who meets nancy wheeler through robin who then meets nancys little brother and his crowd of friends, who then meets the last person he thought he'd ever be friends with, steve harrington

• steve, who has a lot of head trauma and relies on Sign during his bad days when his hearing is rough or his head hurts too much to talk, eddie who starts softening his edges because there's finally someone else in this tiny fucking town who knows a shred of how he himself feels

• steve, who advocates loudly and firmly for eddies right to work at different establishments in town after he graduates, who turns eddie onto the idea of pursuing a career in music even when others in the past have told him that it's counterintuitive to do so, eddie who convinces steve not to overwork himself, who helps him pursue proper medical diagnoses for his learning disabilities

• eddie, who saves up every penny he can to attend college at gallaudet, who gets his bachelor's in teaching despite his qualms with his own education experience, who goes on to teach an all deaf class in a town neighboring his hometown

• eddie, who begins finding people in his own community, who has a place with his people in hawkins and a place with his fellow Deaf, who does everything with being deaf and not in spite of it, who embraces himself fully and is embraced fully by those he's surrounded himself with

• eddie, who visits the party over the holiday season and on a few weekends here and there, who hosts entire D&D campaigns in just Sign for both the party and hellfire, who is surprised to find that steve shows up to each one because the guy does not have to drive the kids anywhere anymore

• eddie, who asks steve why he shows up, steve who signs with shy fingers that it's because he can't chase away the urge to be around eddie

• eddie and steve, who become eddie and steve, steve who is learning and investing himself into Deaf culture, eddie who is bursting at the seams to introduce him to all of his friends

• steve and eddie, who both have a taste for loud, jarring music, who both attend concerts together, who create music together even if it's just to fuck around because it's what they love, who continue to defy the world's expectations of what they can and cannot do and enjoy and be

[iyumeu]

spirit guardian

You call forth spirits to protect you. They flit around you to a distance of 15 feet for the duration. If you are good or neutral, their spectral form appears angelic or fey (your choice). If you are evil, they appear fiendish.

summary: you've been trying to keep things under wraps but when the bullying escalated and you find your life in danger, your demon finds out and the results are... not pretty. warnings: gore, blood, violence, body horror, self-mutilation, the boys are a little dark in this one, i would say hints of yandere, im not that good of a gore writer though so like if you're super into gore please dont expect much, but please read the warnings before each segment thank you.

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You didn't want to admit it, but you were being bullied.

You had always known that the demon brothers had their own responsibilities to deal with and couldn't be with you all the time. The sentiment stretched over to your problems as well. They definitely had better things to concern themselves with and you weren't about to bother them with your insignificant issues, especially petty issues that surfaced from demons' general dislike of humans.

It wasn't anything you couldn't handle, really; acidic words spat at you in whispers, torn books here and there, a subtle exclusion from classroom activities... Small, inconsequential things that made you amused on a good day and irritated on a bad one. Harmless.

Or so you thought.

When the foot swung into your stomach, you swore you heard a sickening crack and you were flung into the wall behind you. Blood gurgled in your mouth and you spat it out on the ground in front of you.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. After spending an entire year in the Devildom and making a pact with all of the demon brothers, you had gotten complacent. Believing your bullies to be merely harmless schoolyard types, you had followed them to a shady and secluded part of the R.A.D. because they wanted to "talk".

You had paid dearly for carelessness, completely caught off guard when one of them pierced you with a sharp jab of their arm. You remember feeling nothing but winded at first, shock numbing your nerves until you saw red trailing down their hand, dripping off the sharpened claws of their nails.

It was then that a scorching pain spread out from the gored out hole in your abdomen, spreading out to the rest of your body.

In hindsight, everything happened so fast. Before you knew it, you were slumped over on the floor and bleeding out. Even through your blurry vision the demons' malicious glee was clear as day.

"Not so proud now, are you?" one of them spat out. "Always looking down on us just because you were hanging off the arms of the Lords of Hell. Guess we're the ones looking down on you now!"

You were starting to shiver from the cold as blood soaked through your clothes, watching the demons advance while wondering if you were really going to die from as something as petty as this.

And then, one of your pact marks flared to life.

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Lucifer

cw: body horror

A single black feather slowly drifted down onto the ground before you. The rest of the world turned hazy as your gaze focused onto the feather, long and elegant and delicate, watching as it fell into a pool of your blood. A pair of polished black shoes entered your line of sight before their owner crouched down in front of you, uncaring of the blood seeping into and staining his clothes.

A gloved hand reached out to cup your cheek, a gentle touch against your skin, and you sluggishly moved your gaze up to Lucifer's face.

"MC," he sighed. His eyes were dark, a complete contrast to the tender look on his face. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

His wings stretched out behind him, a dark expanse of feathers that curled around the both of you, separating you from the world... and the world from you.

"Lucifer," you began, but he was quick to press his thumb against your bottom lip, halting your words.

"This isn't a one-off, I assume?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. You avert your gaze and he sighs again. "Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to bother you," you said.

"I see." Lucifer's hand moved to pull out a black silk handkerchief, using it to clean the blood off your face. "Then it seems that I have failed you, if you believe that relying on me was not an option at all."

"That's not true...!" You were interrupted by Lucifer gathering you in his arms, while he took care to avoid your wounds as much as possible. With a gentle hand, he guided you to rest your head against his shoulder as he slowly shifted to a standing position, ready to bring you back to the House of Lamentations. His arms were warm around you, a comforting presence that made you feel safe and secure. You felt that, if you were by his side, you would never run into harm again.

It was then that you finally remembered your bullies, the ones who had put you in this state in the first place. Had they left the area, running off at the sight of Lucifer? That was most likely the case, you thought, but you still couldn't help but peer over Lucifer's shoulder and through the gaps of his wings, to check.

Your breath caught in your throat. Lucifer immediately placed a hand over your eyes.

"Shhh," he said. "Don't dirty your eyes with such a disgusting sight."

It was now that you were finally aware of a strange and disturbing cracking sound coming from behind Lucifer. A brand new chill settled down upon you, your body seizing up with fear. Suddenly, you wanted nothing but to put space between Lucifer and yourself.

As if he were aware of your thoughts, Lucifer shifted his hand from your eye to the back of your head, cradling you close to his body as he started to walk away from the scene. His wings were properly positioned this time and you were unable to peer through them.

Lucifer Morningstar. The First-Born. One of the strongest Lords of Hell. These titles hadn't meant anything to you before, but now they were are the forefront of your mind. The glimpse you had stolen before Lucifer turned your gaze away was now burnt into your retinas.

Your bullies' bodies hovered in the air with their limbs stretched impossibly long, curled up and tangled around their twisted bodies like a grotesque ball of yarn. Their mouths were torn open, jaws dislodged and handing horrible from their skull, eyes wide as they screamed silently for someone, anyone to put them out of their misery.

You knew that they would not die, not until someone found them and decided to kill them. And, considering the area they were in, it would take an extremely long time before someone were to chance upon them.

They had planned to use the remoteness of the location against you. They never could have thought that it would be used against them in the same way. This was something Lucifer had definitely taken into consideration.

Lucifer's arms were a cage around you; what was once comforting now felt suffocating.

"Lucifer," you managed to force out. You felt him lean down and press a kiss against your hair.

"It seems that I have to teach you how to be more reliant on me," Lucifer said in a tone as if he were speaking about the weather. "It wouldn't do for something like this to happen again."

"It won't," you were quick to say. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Lucifer looked down at you. You were the only thing reflected in his eyes as he gave a small, gentle smile that gave you a sense of dread that went down to your very bones.

"Don't worry, little lamb. For you, I will be a very forgiving master."

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Mammon

cw: violence and a lil bit of gore

The sudden caw of a crow drew the attention of your bullies. You tried to take the chance to stand up and run but merely shifting in place caused the pain in your abdomen to flare up, white hot and blinding. You hiss through your teeth, swallowing your yelp of pain.

There is a second caw. You look up and see at least a dozen crows perched up on windowsills and tree branches, their heads tilted in the direction of your bullies and their dark eyes glinting with something that invoked a sense of unease within you.

"Why are y'all distracted by a bunch of birds?" the lead demon barked out. They were not doing a good job of masking their apprehension. "We're here to teach this pathetic human a lesson, not gawk at crows!"

"But aren't those..." another student began.

The flutter of wings echo all around. More crows land on nearby fixtures; ten, fifteen, twenty. You slowly look up and see more black shapes flying in the sky above, circling the area like vultures to their prey. You hear the sound of wings flapping once again, closer this time, and Mammon lands in front of you, wings spread and in his demon form.

"...aren't those Lord Mammon's crows?" the student finished weakly. The demons were looking pale now, realizing just what they had done. You paid their expression no notice, filled with relief now that your guardian demon is here. Mammon, who despite his reputation, was always your reliable protector. Mammon, who always went out of his way to ensure your safety in the Devildom. Mammon, who... who was holding one of the demons up by their skull, uncaring of their struggles and pleas as their hands scramble against Mammon's, their toes skimming the ground. The other two demons were already running off, uncaring of their companion but Mammon didn't seem to notice, his attention on the demon in front of him.

In the back of your mind, you noticed that the demon was the one who had stabbed you with their hand.

"Mammon?" your voice came out in a whisper. The demon's pleas turn into screams of agony as Mammon tightened his grip. "Mammon!"

Mammon turned to you, eyes bright and feverish.

"Don't worry, MC," Mammon chirped. "I'll be quick!"

Mammon didn't lie. Immediately after his words, there was a frenzy of feathers and caws and screams. Just as quickly as it happened, the crows dispersed and the body dropped to the ground with a sickening thump, an unrecognizable, bloodied version of itself.

Mammon was holding something in his hands and, after he made his way back to you, he placed it in your lap. The blood-soaked wallet seemed to weigh a ton, its blood further staining your uniform. Mammon was beaming, standing in front of you like a dog waiting to be praised.

"That's compensation!" he said in his usual, nonchalant tone. "You deserve it after what they put ya through!"

Another caw sounded out and you couldn't help but flinch violently. Mammon was immediately kneeling beside you, soothing you with his bloodied hands. The sickening smell of bloodrust grew stronger with his proximity and you fought the urge to lean away.

A few crows hopped towards you, dropping more bloodied items onto the ground beside you. Staring blankly at those items, you recognize them as the necklace one of the other demons had on, a ring one of the demons who had fled the scene had worn, a earring, a tooth, bits of gold-tipped fingernails...

You lurched to the side, uncaring of the pain that bloomed in your abdomen, and started heaving. Mammon gently pat your back, trying to comfort you. It only made you more nauseous, the scent of blood overwhelming your senses once again.

For the first time since you arrived in Devildom, Mammon's presence invoked a sense of fear within you.

"I should've stayed by your side," you heard Mammon mutter. "Shouldn't have allowed those bastards to get to ya."

"Mammon..." You could predict the trajectory of his thoughts and desperately wished you were wrong. "It's not your fault," you choked out. Please, please, please—

"But it was!" Mammon argued. "If I were always by your side, they wouldn't have had the chance to even touch you!"

"It was my fault," you begged. "I didn't want to bother you so I didn't say anything!"

Mammon frowned. "I didn't think you needed protecting even from yourself."

oh. oh no.

Mammon carefully scooped you up into his arms. This time you could not help your flinch, but Mammon didn't seem to notice.

"It's okay!" Mammon said cheerfully. "If you can't take care of yourself, I'll take care of ya! I'm your guardian demon, after all!"

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Leviathan

cw: drowning, but u watch it happen. doesn't happen to u

The demon suddenly froze in their step, their hands coming up to grab their throat. They curled over and started coughing, started heaving, out long and stringy bits of black and green matter.

No matter how much the demon vomited out it never seemed to end and soon it was strewn all over the ground, accompanied with the pungent scent of rotten fish and the salty tang of the sea.

You blink and Leviathan was suddenly standing beside you, sharp teeth bared in a snarl and long black tail whipping around in agitation.

"Levi...?" you spoke slowly. You had never seen him this agitated before

"They hurt you," Leviathan said. His voice was low with an eerie quality to it; it was like a reverb, an echo, and it brought to your mind stories of hallucinatory voices sailors often heard at sea, beckoning them overboard.

The demons were frozen in place as Leviathan stalked towards them, slowly circling around them like a shark around prey. Then, another demon started choking, doubling over and throwing up the same black and green mess the first one did. The smell of fish and the sea grew stronger and you suddenly realize that they were vomiting out seaweed.

"I was wondering what was so important to you that you forgot that we were going to talk home together but I see now."

The third demon fell to their knees, clawing at their throat as they started throwing up seaweed as well.

"All this time I thought that you finally realized that I was just a no-good loser otaku... but that wasn't the case, was it?"

Levithan's voice was smooth, calm, and still retaining that ethereal quality to it. It felt like it was being spoken directly into your head rather than coming from in front of you. It made goosebumps rise up on your skin.

"Levi—" you tried again but you were interrupted.

"I should have known better!" Leviathan laughed. "My Henry wouldn't do that to me! No, the fault lies with these interlopers, trying to take you away! Trying to kill you!"

The first demon's face was turning pale. They tried to gasp for air but a strange froth poured out of their mouth instead, followed by water, copious amounts of seawater splashing violently onto the floor.

"But it's okay!" Leviathan turned to you, smiling brightly. It was the same smile he gave when he got a new high score on the game and was eagerly awaiting your reaction, it was the same smile he gave when he ran up to you with a drink in hand while you were queuing for him in C.S., it was the same smile he gave when he managed to get two tickets to an event and brought you along as his plus one. "I'll protect you! And I'll get revenge for you too, just like the Lord of Shadows does for Henry! Like in Volume 17, when Henry was kidnapped by the Lord of Lechery's jealous ex-paramours, the Lord of Shadows showed up and summoned his familiar to rip them apart..."

Leviathan glanced back at the demons for a moment. All three of them were coughing out seawater now and turning shades of blue. Long, red gashes left behind by desperate nails ran down their necks as they tried, in vain, to claw for air. Seawater was also dripping from this nostrils, bubbling from the horrible breaths of air they were trying to take. There was a sneer on Leviathan's face but it was quick to disappear when he looked back at you. When he stepped closer, you noticed that the pupils of his eyes had turned to sharp slits.

"I can't summon Lotan here to punish them; Lucifer would be mad and more importantly you might get hurt! So I did the next best thing! I know that drowning is a very slow and painful way to die, especially if you fight against it, so I thought that it would be a suitable alternative for a punishment!"

He looked so pleased with himself. It was like killing people for revenge was on the same level of enjoyment for him as getting merch of a character he liked.

Without a care for the demons behind him, Leviathan quickly made his way up to you, making sure to be careful as he picked you up off the ground.

"See?" he grumbled, "this is why I say that staying in my room is so much better." He paused. "Ah, do you want to see them drown the entire way?" You quickly shook your head no. "Yeah, you're right. That'll take too much time. I'll bring you to Satan to get you wounds healed. Afterwards, don't think of even taking a step out of my room, alright! You've already seen how dangerous the outside world is!"

With that last sentence, he carried you away. You desperately hope that Leviathan was joking about it but something about the way his tail curled possessively around your ankle made you think otherwise.

In your periphery vision, you notice the demons lying on the floor, some of them twitching and some of them writhing around. You close your eyes, and look away.

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Satan

cw: just. loads of violence and gore

There was a large, gaping hole in one of the demon's abdomens, directly mirroring yours. Except it was larger, more brutal, and much more horrible than the one they inflicted on you.

Satan removed his hand from the demon's abdomen with a loud, wet shlick. The demon fell to their knees, clutching at their open abdomen. Satan smiled a bright, close-eyed smile. For once his spiked tail wasn't curled around his leg, instead gently swaying back and forth as he reached forward to yank the demon's intestines from the hole.

Perhaps it was due to the manner of the wound or the force Satan used but it didn't take long for the intestine to snap and for Satan to hurl it to the side in annoyance.

"Can't even do one thing right," he sneered. He raised his foot only to harshly stomp down on the demon's back. It landed with a sickening crack and the demon collapsed onto the floor, spine bent at an irregular angle. They were still screaming in pain. They were still alive.

Your voice was trapped in your chest, your eyes wide open and unable to be torn from the horrific scene happening in front of you.

Satan moved onto the next demon, grabbing them by the hair and pulling sharply to the side. When the third demon tried to scramble away, Satan froze them in place with a simple flick of his fingers and an uttered spell.

With his attention now turned back to the demon in his grasp, Satan used his other hand to hold the demon's head in place as he slowly pulled at their hair until it started peeling off, a thin layer of skin attached to the base of the strands and holding them together. That wasn't enough for Satan, though, and he inserted his long fingernails into the demon's eyes, scooping them out with barely contained glee.

"This is what you get for thinking that you can even look at MC," Satan told the demon. He then dropped that one onto the ground as well, kicking them in the stomach and sending them skidding across the rough earth.

It was at this moment that you realized that this was the demon who had kicked you into the wall... and the earlier demon was the one who had stabbed you with their nails. The last demon, the one Satan was dragging towards you now, was the one who had called you out in the first place. The one who had put the entire bullying thing into motion.

Satan kicked the back of their legs, making them drop onto their knees in front of you. Now that you had a much closer, unwanted look at them, you notice that their lips had been stapled shut, the dull metal gleaming slightly in the limited light.

"Sorry for taking so long, kitten," Satan apologized to you in his usual, gentlemanly tone. "I might have gone a little bit overboard." When he directed his words to the demon trembling in front of you, he was much harsher. "What are you waiting for? Not going to apologize?!"

The demon made some muffled cries, completely unintelligible from behind his cruel gag. A nasty smile spread across Satan's face. "Oh, I forgot. You can't speak, can you? Well, it seems like you'll have to apologize in another manner."

Satan reached around and ran a finger down from the center of the demon's collarbone to their sternum. From this close you could see the sweat dripping down the demon's face, hear the whimpers from their throat, feel their agony as Satan peeled off the left side of the demon's skin, revealing their rib cage and organs.

"You can still apologize with your heart," Satan told the demon. "Can't you?"

"S... Satan." Somehow, you managed to muster up the willpower to speak. "Satan, I can't do this."

Satan's green eyes were on you now. He was confused for a moment before clarity entered them. You waited for him to move the demon away, but he never did. Instead, he dug his fingers into the demon's rib cage and pulled it out, like one would with a closet door.

The demon screamed from behind his gag.

"Of course, silly me. You wouldn't be able to reach his heart due to his rib being in the way! Well it should be easier now, yes?"

You were going to be sick.

"I don't... I don't want this, Satan," you forced out through gritted teeth. Satan frowned, but it was directed to the demon.

"Hear that? MC doesn't accept your apology." He discarded the demon to the side before kneeling down in front of you, offering blood-soaked hand for you to take. "I'd love to torture them for you some more, MC," he said gently, "but I don't think now's a good time. You need to get your wounds cleaned and healed."

You closed your eyes and looked away. Even though you were trying your best to block it out, the scent of blood was still strong in the air.

You heard Satan chuckle in front of you. "I know," he said in an indulgent tone, "but I'm serious. I read that humans are a lot more fragile than demons so I need to disinfect your wounds at the very least. We can always come back later; it's not like they'll be running away any time soon."

You tried to tell Satan that there was nothing more you wanted than to never see this sight again, but you couldn't open your mouth without throwing up.

"If you don't stop throwing a tantrum, I'll get angry," despite his words, his voice was more amused than anything. You forced yourself to speak.

"It... hurts," you ground out. "I can't... move."

"Oh." His voice was deeper now. Your eyes flew open to see him trembling with rage as he glared towards one of the nearby demons. "I see. It appears that I've been too lenient with them." His gaze went back to you and softened. "Don't worry, I'll make them pay their dues. Now, this might hurt but I'll try my best to be gentle."

Without giving you a chance to react, Satan scooped you up into his arms taking care not to aggravate any of your wounds.

"We'll return to the House of Lamentations first," Satan told you. "When I'm sure you're fine, I'll bring demons to you instead. How does that sound?"

Instead of answering, you leaned your head against his chest and pretended to sleep. You hoped the demons died before Satan came back to get them... for their sake.

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Asmodeus

cw: suicide

You hear Asmodeus gasp before he quickly placed himself between you and the demons. Relief flooded you at the sight of your friend.

"Darling! What happened to you?!" he bemoaned, reaching forward to wipe a smear of blood off of your face. You smile weakly at him.

"I just got a little hurt, that's all. Can you bring me home?" you asked. Behind him, you can see the demons backing away.

"Hurt...?" Asmodeus's eyes trailed down and landed on the horrid wound in your abdomen. You blink and suddenly found him in his demon form, wings twitching with agitation.

"Asmo...?"

Asmodeus abruptly stood up and turned to face the demons. You see them freeze in place and an eerie blankness washed over their faces.

"My darling is hurt," he whined. "Do you know who was the one who did it?"

The demons pointed at each other, neither of them willing to take the blame. You see Asmodeus cock his hip and rest his cheek against the palm of his hand.

"There's so many conflicting answers that I'm soo confused. Ah! I just had a great idea! I want you to kill that horrible, horrible person who harmed by darling. You can do that, right?"

In a blink of an eye, the demons turned on each other, ripping each other to shreds with the utmost of ferocity. Meanwhile, Asmodeus stood in front of them, calmly watching them tear each other apart whilst humming a cheerful melody. Soon, only one demon was left, bloodied and bruised, and they collapsed in front of Asmodeus.

"Wow!" Asmodeus cheered superficially. "Now, I want you to kill yourself!"

The demon faltered. Asmodeus grabbed them by the chin, long nails leaving angry red lines on their skin as he forced them to look into his eyes.

"I want you," he repeated slowly, "to kill yourself."

The demon's expression was completely blank and open as they nodded at Asmodeus before placing their hands around their neck and squeezing.

Asmodeus stepped back to stand by your side as the demon slowly suffocated themselves to death.

"Isn't it great!" Asmodeus asked you. You turned to look at him and noticed that his eyes were bright and feverish. "How obedient they are! They all do what I want them to do without question..." Asmodeus trailed off, disdain in his eyes as he watched the demon die in front of him.

"No it isn't!"

Asmodeus blinked. Confusion was clear in his eyes. "Why not?" he questioned. "I didn't have to dirty my hands, you didn't have to dirty your hands, and they all got what they deserved!"

"Death? Was death what they deserved?" You searched his eyes for any signs of remorse but you found none. Asmodeus was one of the gentlest demons you knew... you supposed that the keyword there that you had been ignoring the entire time was 'demon'.

"They hurt you, my dear. They sullied your beautiful form with their ugly selves, of course they deserved death! If I weren't worried about getting blood on my outfit, I'd have them draw it out, too!"

"This is wrong," you muttered to yourself. "This isn't right."

"Wrong? Not right? Honey, you're in the Devildom," Asmodeus cooed. He gently carded his fingers through your hair as he spoke. "Unfortunately, might is right here."

You shiver and curl into yourself. A frown graced Asmodeus' features and he was quick to try and comfort you.

"You'll get used to it soon," he said. "And even if you don't, you shouldn't worry! I won't let it happen again. How could I allow those tear stains on your pretty little face?"

His eyes were glowing eerily.

"Just... introduce all of the people you meet to me, alright? Then you'll never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again♡"

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Beelzebub

cw: you know that thing in the mummy (1999) where the scarab beetles crawl under the person's skin and then eat them from the inside out? yeah.

You had never seen Beelzebub so furious before.

He held you in his arms as the demons before you paled at the sight of the sixth Lord of Hell.

"MC, you're hurt," he said slowly. His grip on you tightened for a brief moment before they loosened, Beelzebub clearly trying his best to control his strength so that you wouldn't get hurt.

There was a strange buzzing sound in the air. You assumed that it was coming from Beelzebub's wings.

"I'll be fine Beel," you try to comfort him. "It's just a flesh wound."

Beelzebub shook his head. "You're not fine," he insisted. "They tried to hurt you. They hurt you."

The buzzing was getting louder now. You touched Beelzebub's cheek and a warm fuzziness made itself known in your chest as Beelzebub leaned into your touch. "I'll be fine," you repeated. "I just need to get to the hospital, or a demon equivalent of it, and then rest up."

"I'll bring you to Satan," Beelzebub said. "But first, you need to see."

"See what, Beel?"

"Punishment," he said solemnly, directing your gaze towards the demons who were busy clawing at themselves. At first you couldn't tell what was going on but you soon managed to discern small little bumps moving around under the demons' skin.

The buzzing sound was louder, now.

One of the demons finally opened their mouth to scream and, to your absolutely disgust and horror, small black beetles crawled out of their mouth. As if it were a signal, insects started crawling out of the other demons' orifices as well, centipedes and ants and little white larvae, wiggling their way out before burrowing themselves into the demon's flesh once again.

The few seconds it took for the insects to eat away the demons felt like a lifetime, your eyes fixed onto the absolutely hellish sight in front of you. When the bones of the demons fell onto the ground, most of the insects scattered but some still dug into the bones, feasting on the bone marrow. You slapped your hand over your mouth, trying your hardest not to throw up while you were still being carried by Beelzebub.

"They hurt you," Beelzebub said. His voice felt so far away. "So I hurt them back."

You squeezed your eyes shut. The buzzing hum of insects did not allow itself to be tuned out.

"So... you have to tell me if people want to hurt you, okay? I'll protect you."

Beelzebub was no longer in his demon form, but the buzzing sound did not go away for a long, long time.

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Belphegor

cw: just violence i guess

The demon froze in their tracks, eyes staring straight ahead at something you could not see.

"What's wrong?" one of the other demons asked. They didn't seem to hear them as fear dawned on their face and they started backing away.

"Get away from me!" the demon screamed. They tripped over themselves and fell flat onto the floor, but they did not pause in their attempts to scramble away. "Get away from me! No! No! No!!"

"What's going on? Why're you acting like..." Another demon suddenly stared down at their feet for a moment before they started to heave. The last demon had a moment of sanity before they, too, suddenly started looking around them in fear.

"Ahhh! It's on me, it's in me, get it off, get it out!" they screamed, violently scratching at their skin. The first demon had stopped moving back and instead started waving their arms above them, fighting off an unseen assailant while the second demon was attempting to shove their entire hand down their throat. The third demon was scratching at their eyes, uncaring of how blood was now running down their body.

The first demon started clawing at themselves. The second demon slit open their stomach. The third demon clawed out their eyes.

Before you could see any more, a pair of cold hands wrapped around your shoulders, effectively drawing your attention away from the scene in front of you. A tail brushed against your face, blocking your vision entirely as Belphegor snuggled up to you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"MC... Are you okay?" he asked.

"I... I'm fine, but those demons, they—"

"—hurt you, right? That's why they're getting punished right now." You felt his self-satisfied grin against your neck and realized that whatever they were going through right now was the work of the demon behind you.

"Belphie, what did you do?!"

"It's nothing much, really." He was proud of what he did. "I just gave him some nightmares. Or hallucinations, as some people call it."

You opened your mouth, to plead, to beg, you didn't know, but Belphie interrupted you before you could speak.

"Anyway, they're not important. You need to go to Satan, right? He has some healing spells that would be of use..." Belphegor slowly untangled himself from you. "Can you walk on your own? Or do you need my help?"

You didn't want his help but, when you tried to stand up, the pain rendered you immobile. Belphegor caught sight of the wound in your abdomen and flattened his lips. For a moment, you were transported back to the entrance of the attic, Belphegor looking down at you with loathing and rage in his eyes, but the moment quickly vanished and Belphegor reached out to pick you up.

"I'm normally the one being carried but I can make an exception for you," he said in a faux, lighthearted tone.

The demons' screams became louder. More terrified.

"You'll have to make it up to me, though," Belphegor continued, already walking towards the House of Lamentations. "When you recover, I expect lots of cuddles. I won't accept any rejections~"

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━ʕ -ᴥ-ʔ━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this thing got away from me. well as the tags say i want to do a follow up to this but idk what sort of follow up it'll be. def yandere though. speaking of yandere, watch this space for the next yandere thing that gets churned out, because i like yandere a lot, anyway it's going to be yandere brothers x mc. all of them, at the same time. will mc survive? probably! will they be happy they did? probably not. :) anyway i hope to be able to do more yandere content in the future

edit: SORRY I FORGOT THE CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE FIRST 3

edit2: inserted one (1) instance of satan calling u kitten for a friend

[danpuff-ao3]

I clearly have no life because I am almost done with your WTP recs, and am back to beg for more non-AO3 fic! 😊

Oh goodness, Anon, look at you go! Let me dig around and see what I can get for you.

Some notes: Firstly, with my last list I didn't include fics I'd put on other lists. However, some of these fics are too good to not mention again, so I'll be updating my WTP list with other previously mentioned faves. Mostly for the sake of people looking at one list but not the others. A gal can never mention her faves too many times, can she?? (I sure hope not, I never shut up.)

Secondly, not all of the fics I recommend are complete and those incomplete ones are...probably not going to be finished. I'll mark those as "IC" for incomplete. I'm mentioning them because I still think they're worth reading, but obviously that's up for you to decide!

Thirdly, I'll be tacking on where the fics are hosted after the author's name. "Other" means it's not a common website so just expect weirdness from those!

Lastly, mind the warnings on everything!

Snarry Fics, Non-AO3, Non-WTP:

A Bittersweet Potion series (E, long, IC) by Alchemia Dent & Bugland (other)

From Fanlore: During his 5th year, Harry Potter acquires the ability to shape-shift into anything he wishes. While in the form of a cat, he is adopted by Severus Snape, who believes he is a stray.

The Fourth Year (M, 42k) by Caligryphy (ffn)

SnapeHarry, HBP compliant. Snape is Harry's prisoner. An unforeseen event changes their relationship. Or has it already been changing?

So Lonely Without Me (M, 41k) by Caligryphy (ffn)

SnapeHarry slash. Two men, two rooms, a war.

Light on the Dark Side of Me (M, 114k) / In Memory's Wake (M, 89k, IC) by cocoa-snape (ffn)

Harry comes into his sexuality & discovers he wants Snape. Intense occlumency lessons pull these 2 together, but is Snape too troubled or too dark to return HP's affections? DE meetings & Dumbledore stir the already boiling pot,

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Through hardship, Snape and Harry have found each other. But as Snape’s demons reemerge, can their relationship survive? And when the unthinkable happens, Harry begins to wonder whether Snape wants to forget or needs to. HPSS Slash, Sequel to LotDSoM

Coils of Gold (E, longish) by Crymsyn (other)

The death of one Dark Lord brings about the rise of another. AU.

Anesthesia (E, 6k) by florahart (LJ)

The basic idea here came from the blurb on the back of a Harlequin "Blaze" book called Sex Quotient. I'm pretty sure I changed the premise as I went, or at least, most of it, but the credit still goes there for the seed

Yearning by geneticallydead (LJ)

Harry buries Snape at Godric's Hollow. As he was in life, so he would be in death. Alone. But not forgotten.

The Marriage Stone (M, 382k, IC) by Josephine Darcy (ffn)

SSHP. To avoid the machinations of the Ministry, Harry must marry a reluctant Severus Snape. But marriage to Snape is only the beginning of Harry's problems. Voldemort has returned, and before too long Harry's marriage may determine the world's fate.

Starched Cuffs (E, 45k) by made.of.bees (ffn)

Draco trips Ron, who trips Harry, who is knocked into Snape and accidentally brushes his cuffs. Such a little thing, yet it's all he can think about. Everything he's been holding back since the Final Battle comes bursting forth, and Harry is determined to get Snape to stop ignoring him and actually talk. Unexpected allies, botched potions, detention, and Legilimency afoot! SSHP

Unexpected Effects (E, 160k) by made.of.bees (ffn)

Two years after being impaled by the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, Harry starts noticing some...odd changes. During eighth year he can no longer pretend, and has to deal with what he's become. In order to do that, he has to get help from someone less-than-ideal. Over the years, Harry and Snape's relationship grows; now with an alternative Snarry ending. Rating to be safe.

Say It Properly (E, 4k) by Majenta (LJ)

His name finally cleared, Snape returns to Spinner's End following the aftermath of the war. An unexpected visit leads him to believe that his life may not be quite as empty as he had thought.

A Choriambic Progression (E, 90k) by Mariead Triste & Aristide

Snape is under a curse, is forced to spend time with Harry in the summer after OoTP.

Angelsey (E, 21k) by Raewhit (DW)

Severus had refused to go on holiday with Harry a year ago, and now has to wonder if he might have chosen differently, had he known it was the last he would see of Harry.

The Pain of a Promise (M, 6k) by Sansa (other)

Harry's keeping a terrible secret, and it's up to Severus to save him. Can their budding relationship withstand the fallout? Warning: Under 18. Implied Non-Con

Splinter (E, 11k) by Sansa (other)

Harry's still determined to save the world. Snape's determined to accept it as it is.

No Child at 17 (M, 500) by Spirit (ffn)

DRABBLE! I want him backed against my office wall with... the only thing anchoring him to reality is me... Merlin help me, I want him to think of me and only me. SSHP.

Nights of Gethsemane (E, 363k), Invictus (E, 300k+), Release of Sisyphus (E, ???, IC) by starcrossed (first on AO3, sequels on LJ)

Harry is a prisoner of the Dark Lord and Snape, his prison guard. Completely cut off from the outside world, Harry struggles to hold himself intact as he is forced to rely on Snape for everything. Yet Snape may not be all that he appears....

Tea series (E, long) by Telanu (Google docs, DM for link)

From Fanlore: The one in which Dumbledore has Snape in for a little chat, Harry and Snape are acting awfully strange around each other and Harry has a vision that indicates Snape may be in mortal danger. What will happen when Harry goes on his summer vacation? Will he save the Wizarding world, or will someone have to save him?

Shame the Devil (T, shortish) by Witling (LJ)

Written for someone who requested Snape/Harry, the use of Veritaserum, and "inappropriate revelations and ensuing action." Worksafe, childproof (mostly), safe for all ages and temperaments. May be mixed with crumbled arrowroot biscuit to tempt a ticklish palate.

Happy reading!!

[teddy06writes]

It Was Yours, Why Does It Have To Be Mine?

Requested by this anon who decided to break my heart: “Hear me out. Dream x fem!reader angst. Originally, the reader was the one who wore the smiley faced mask. Dream and the reader were in love and dream proposed, reader said yes, then later that night, the reader passed away (either sickness or getting hurt idc) and in order to keep her memory, dream wears the mask in her absence.” 

Dream x fem!reader

trigger warnings: some swears, character death, general angst

premise: in game au; You and Dream have been together since what feels like the beginning of time, and it had always seemed like you would be together, and now he had finally had the confidence to propose, unfortunately, Wilbur and his new developing country of L’manburg have other plans for you

{hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this one hurt}

{I listened to Sebelius : Finlandia Op.26 on repeat while writting this and only questioned my sanity twice}

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You giggled, “Where are we goingg?”

“Somewhere special,” Dream said, raising your entwined hands enough to press a kiss to your knuckles, “Trust me, your going to love it.” 

You laughed again, free hand reaching back to adjust the knot holding your mask in pace, “You’re ridiculous.” 

Today had marked the four year anniversary since you and Dream had started dating officially, and he had insisted in abandoning all his duties to the smp for a day to take you out. 

The two of you had been wandering through the woods for a while now, and you were fairly convinced that he had no idea where he was going, but still you didn’t say anything. 

“It should be just through here.” He said, leading you down between two trees. 

A moment later you came into a clearing, decorated with lights, a picnic set up in the middle, with a perfect view of the rest of the hill side. 

“Oh my god!” You squeaked. 

“You like it?” He asked. 

“I love it! This is so cute, Dream!” 

Dream chuckled, “Bad found the spot, and I got Sapnap to help get all this stuff out here.” 

You grinned to a point where he could tell even with your mask on, “It’s perfect.”

Carefully he flicked at the edge of the wide mask, “Take that stupid thing off and kiss me.” 

“It’s not stupid!” You protested, “Come on Dream just kiss the smiley face, its good enough.” 

Reluctantly he pressed a kiss to the mask and you beamed, immediately moving to slip it off,  kissing him properly before going to sit down on the picnic blanket.

You looked back up at him, “While don’t just stand there, come on! Sit with me!” 

~~ A while later, after the food had been eaten, you were leaned back against Dream, eyes closed happily, mask still off to the side, “Thank you, for this.” 

“Of course.” He smiled, “But, uh, actually there's one other thing?” 

You hummed, peaking up at him, “Whats that?” 

“Well- I- I’ve been thinking about it for a while and- well- I was wondering, if you’d- if you’d marry me?” He asked. 

Your eyes shot open to see the ring box in his hand, “Your- you’re not kidding? This is real- this is for real?” 

“Course its real,” He chuckled, “Would you rather have me get on one knee to prove it?” 

Dream quickly maneuvered to be In front of you, on one knee, the ring box held out in front of him, “I have loved you, since the beginning of time (y/n) and now I’m asking you to become my wife.” 

Your hands moved to your face in shock for a moment before dropping back down as you practically tackled him, “Oh my god!”

“Is that a yes then?” He chuckled, doing his best to sit up with your weight still on him. 

You nodded eagerly, and he slipped the ring onto your finger, “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Dream grinned, kissing you once more- only to be distracted by a yell from down the hill. 

“Dream! Dream!” 

“Oh god,” He muttered, standing up, “I’ll be right back” 

You stood as well, stooping to grab your mask and fastening it on your face before following him. 

By the time you had caught up, Sapnap was giving a report on what was going on. 

“He’s starting a new country- says their starting a rebellion.” 

“Who is?” You asked. 

“Wilbur,” Sapnap said curtly, motioning over to where wall were being built, “TommyInnt, Tubbo and Eret have all joined this crazy plan.” 

“Thats insane.” You muttered. 

Dream frowned, “I won’t have this. We’ll stop them. Sapnap, see too it that all of there resources are destroyed.”

The man nodded, and hurried away, already pulling out his flint and steel, and Dream turned to you, “This is the exact opposite of what I was hoping for today.” 

“We’ll figure it out, together.” You assured. 

~~

Later that night, after you had returned home, Dream had gone out again, hoping for a civilized discussion with Wilbur, before getting launched into any war. 

He stood at the gates of L’manburg, looking up at were Tubbo sat on watch, “I need to speak to Wilbur.” 

“Why?” Tubbo challenged. 

Dream crossed his arms, “Because this doesn’t have to become something bloody and violent, now get inside and get him.” 

Scared, Tubbo quickly scrambled down off the wall and toward one of the buildings that had risen with the walls. 

A moment later he came back to open the gates, Wilbur following behind, “I was beginning to wonder when you would show up. I knew you’d have a problem with this.” 

“Wilbur whatever this is it needs to be shut down, now.” 

“That's exactly what I thought you’d say,” Wilbur said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “That's what tyrants always say.”

“I am not a tyrant!” Dream protested. 

“Is that why you’re forcing your agenda on us? Read the fucking message dick head, we don’t want to deal with you any longer. ‘ere. read this, its the conditions of our independence. We are free and there is nothing you can do to stop us.” 

Dream took the book Tubbo thrust into his hands, ‘the declaration of independance’ 

“Forever the nation of the dream smp has cast sin upon our great land of the hto dog van,” Wilbur quoted, “This book declarers that the nation that shall hence forth be known as the L’manburg is free and independent from the DreamSmp, totally, completely and wholly.” 

“You’re starting a fight you can’t finish.” Dream warned, handing the book back. 

Wilbur scoffed, “On the contrary Dream. You’ve threatened a country that is more than willing to fight back. Tommy, hurry up and get inside!” 

As Wilbur barked the last words Dream turned to see Tommy coming out the darkness, an empty bottle in one hand and a dagger stained a dull rust color in the other. 

“It’s done.” The teen muttered. 

“She put up a fight?” Wilbur asked. 

Tommy, even scared by what he’d done, couldn’t help but look at Dream, a glint in his eye, “(y/n) won’t be a problem anymore.” 

On pure instinct Dream ran, the only thing in his mind that he had to get to you. 

The stillness of the house was broken as Dream crashed through the door, “(y/n)? (y/n)?!” 

Shaking he moved through the house, the was no sign of a struggle, no sign of a break in, but there was a slight lingering affect of a potion in the doorway leading to your shared bedroom. 

From the color of the particles he knew it had been weakness, and he carefully pushed through into the room. 

It was dark, and for a moment, with your form stretched out in bed, he could almost think that everything was fine, that you were just asleep, waiting for him. 

Turning on a light he saw that the reality was much different. 

Blood pooled around you, dripping from the bed and soaking the sheets, evidently coming from the gaping holes in your stomach. 

The worst part of it was the mask clasped in your hands, held out, almost like you were offering it to him. 

“(y/n)...” He whimpered, still frozen in the door, “What do I do? Now that your gone? Oh god what did he do to you?” 

Some how the fact that Tommy had seen your face, the one thing you kept hidden from everyone, except him, seemed to hit Dream the hardest, even as you lay dead. 

Slowly, he moved forward, taking the mask from your hands.

~~ Dream stood at the top of the hill, looking over the crater. 

Somewhere off to the side Phil and Techno were celebrating the victory over everyone, the huge hole where L’manburg had been stretching all the way down the bed rock. 

The porcelain was cold against his face, but Dream had long since gotten used to the uncomfortable feeling of the mask. 

With the mask that you had given him, the mask he had unwillingly taken from you had kept everyone from knowing his pain. And now, he had made sure they felt all of yours and his own. 

The chain with your engagement rings felt heavy around his neck, but he couldn’t help grin at Tommy, who had barley made it out of the wreckage, “Looks like you won’t be a problem anymore.” 

[wil-is-done]

When You’re A Mystery Kid - Chapter 26: Team Phantom

Summary: Danny gathers his friends and allies to discuss something important.

Word Count: 4.495

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IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a repost.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here.

Breakfast in the Fenton household went by same as usual. Danny was the second-to-last member of the family to wake up, coming down the stairs to be greeted by a delicious-looking spread of pancakes, toast, and eggs. He was halfway through his meal when Mom suddenly mused that just because it’s a weekend, it doesn’t mean that Dani could simply sleep in. Danny was only half a second faster than Jazz to say ‘not it’, leaving a grumbling Jazz going upstairs to fetch Dani. It was only when Danny swallowed the last bite of his pancake that Jazz returned with Dani in tow, sporting dark bags under her eyes. Jazz began a tirade about how unhealthy it is for someone of Dani’s age to stay awake so late, and then began another tirade about properly chewing your food when Dani proceeded to scarf down her entire breakfast in seconds. Dad laughed heartily, gave Dani a pat on the back, before turning his attention to Danny and not-so-subtly asking how his superheroics have been doing. Danny told him enough to satisfy both of his parents, while leaving out just enough to not make them worry, just like usual. However, despite how normal the start of the day had been, three people on that table knew the rest of the day would be anything but.

Fortunately, Jazz was able to convince Mom and Dad to spend the day out in town to go on a date or something like that. So, after reassuring them for the hundredth time that no, they won’t be throwing a party, why would they even do that in the middle of the day, the three Fentons finally got the house for themselves. With the house secured, the three began to prepare.

The preparation ended up being more mental than physical. After rearranging the sofa and chairs in the living room to form a loose circle, Danny spent most of his time pacing back and forth, whispering under his breath that, yes, he can do this, Dani spent her time lounging on the sofa reading a comic book, while Jazz spent hers fiddling with her phone, humming a calming tune to calm her nerves. 

Danny jumped a little when he heard the doorbell ring, and he was pretty sure both Dani and Jazz did the same. 

“Not it.” Jazz suddenly spoke while shooting him a smirk. It took a second for Danny to remember what that was about. It was petty, and he really didn’t need to indulge her, but he still made a mental note of that as he went to get the door.

Surprise, surprise, the first person to arrive was Sam. 

“Hey.” Danny greeted. “Glad you could make it.” 

“Well, this might literally decide our future, so not showing up is kind of out of the question.” Sam shrugged. Danny stepped aside, letting Sam enter, the door closing behind her. 

Jazz rose to her feet as Sam entered the living room, while Dani looked up from her comic book. “Hey, guys.” Sam greeted. 

“Hi.”

“Heya!” Dani added a little wave with her greeting. 

Danny reentered the living room right behind Sam, plopping down on the sofa after nudging Dani to make some space. Sam sat on the chair opposite of Jazz, trying her best to ease back and relax. Despite the fact that they all have hung out countless times before, the air of the room felt heavy, the silence almost suffocating. 

“So,” Jazz suddenly spoke up, and thank god for that, because Danny could not take one more second of that silence, “how’s… how’s everyone doing?”

Sam answered first. “It’s been… tense, but, I mean, I’m holding up alright. Still, it’s… yeah.” 

“Same, but… I’m kind of excited?” Dani straightened in her seat, setting the comic book aside. “This is… exciting! I’m excited!”

Danny guessed it’s his turn to answer. “I’m pretty much the same as all of you, I guess.” He admitted. 

Silence began to settle again in the room, but it was quickly broken again before it could get too much, this time by Sam. “Anyway, when are we starting?” she asked. 

“When everyone’s here.” Danny replied. “So, that’s… two more people. I hope.”

“That would be your buddy, Tucker, and…” Jazz trailed off. He couldn’t blame her.

Danny scratched the back of his neck, nervously. “Yep.”

Sam shifted in her seat. It was plainly obvious she’s still mostly uncomfortable with that idea. “Danny, are sure about this? Bringing her into this?” she asked, her eyes narrowed in concern. “Like, how are things between you and her anyway?”

“You know what, Sam, that’s a great question.” Danny rubbed his face and leaned back on the sofa. “And I feel like I’m the only person in the world who doesn’t know the answer.” 

“Is she even going to show up?”

Danny sighed. “Look, I just asked Tucker to pass the message along. If she accepted, great!” He smiled for a moment. It wasn’t a very long moment. “But, if she didn’t… then I guess this team is only five persons strong.”

Sam’s lips tightened into a line. “Which one would you like better?”

Danny sunk further into the sofa. His eyes began to wander, and for some reason, he found himself scanning the ceiling of the living room. He spotted a dark stain in the corner near the window, and he began to wonder what it was, how did it get there, how long has it been there, and honestly literally anything except for that question. 

“Danny?”

“That’s… another great question.”

The room settled into silence again. This time, no one made any effort to break it. Just as well, Danny thought. If the conversation was going to be about that, then the silence was slightly more preferable. But only slightly.

The silence stretched on for another ten minutes or so before the doorbell rang again. Dani was just about to lounge on the sofa again, so she grumbled as she went back to sitting properly. Jazz was quicker on the draw once again, but only because Danny didn’t even realize the game was still on. Nonetheless, Danny marked that down on a mental note as he went to the door.

Opening the door, Danny was greeted by the familiar sight of his best friend, Tucker, with his backwards hat, his thick pair of glasses, and a laptop tucked under his arm. However, Danny quickly realized, Tucker didn’t come alone. Standing behind him, with her long, dark, curly locks and her arms crossed, was none other than Valerie Gray. 

“Hey, Tuck! And, uh…” Danny cleared his throat. “Hi. Valerie.”

Valerie raised an eyebrow. “Hi to you too, Daniel.”

“Dude, I actually got her to show up!” Tucker grinned. Unbeknownst to him, Valerie rolled her eyes behind him. “That’s great, right? Right?”

“Hmm.” That was Danny’s only response. Even he had no idea what that’s supposed to be.

Danny only realized he wasn’t talking when Valerie asked, “You gonna let us in or what?” 

“O-oh, yeah, come in, sure.” Danny stepped aside, letting Tucker and, most importantly, Valerie inside. He sincerely hopes he didn’t just made a huge mistake.

Tucker’s entrance into the living room was greeted by a smattering of lukewarm his and hellos, but the second Valerie set foot in the living room, the room became deathly silent. Sam shifted in her seat so she sat on the chair’s edge. Jazz’s sat up straighter in her chair. Dani pulled her feet up onto the sofa and tucked them against her chest, making herself look smaller than she already was. Tucker simply stood pretty awkwardly in the middle of the room. 

Valerie easily caught the change in atmosphere. “Wow. What a warm welcome.” She stated, glancing back at Danny. He had no response, so he simply sheepishly scooted past her to enter the living room. 

Sam was the first to respond, saying, “You… actually showed up.” 

Valerie’s gaze zeroed in on Sam. “You sound surprised. You invited me, didn’t ya?” she asked, putting an arm on her hip.

“But… you and Danny…” Sam casted a quick glance at Danny, who had turned his attention back to his favorite ceiling stain.

“Oh, we still are, sweetie.” Valerie sent a pointed stare at Danny’s direction. Danny decided the ceiling stain was definitely the best thing in the room right now. “Let’s call this… me being pragmatic.”

“Wait, wait, wait, hold on,” Tucker interjected, stepping in between Sam and Valerie, “I thought you’re cool with Danny now.”

Valerie crossed her arms. “And what makes you think that?”

“Well, I seem to recall someone cheering for Danny after he stopped the Disasteroid.” Tucker crossed his arms as well, adding in a smug smile for good measure.

Valerie rolled her eyes. “Ten minutes before that, the world was about to end, so excuse me for feeling a little ecstatic.”

“Anyway,” Jazz spoke up, hastily stepping into the center of the room, “now that everyone’s here, why don’t we just get started?”

“Yes!” Danny didn’t mean to shout, but he really just wanted this to move forward. He cleared his throat, before saying, calmer this time, “Yeah. We should.”

Valerie shot him a look, but she eventually shrugged. “Fine by me,” she said. As Jazz sat back down, she patted the empty seat next to her, offering it for Valerie. Danny was surprised when Valerie actually moved closer, but he realized that surprise was premature, as Valerie walked past the seat to lean against the wall with her arms crossed. 

Jazz frowned for a second, but she quickly put on a polite smile. “So,” she began, “everyone here did their homework, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Obviously.”

“Several times over.” 

Dani raised her hand. “Um, I only watched about half of all the videos, so do I at least get a passing grade?” 

“Dani, it was only ten videos!” The baffled look on his sister’s face was a welcome relief from the pressure weighing on Danny. 

“Well, they’re all about the Freakshow fight, right? Just from slightly different angles? So…” Dani ended it with a shrug. 

Jazz sighed, but not without an amused smile. She turned her attention to the only person in the room who haven’t given an answer. “Val?”

Danny could’ve sworn Valerie looked offended for a second, but without much of a fuss, she answered, “Including the one that just got posted this morning? Yes.”

Danny blinked. Sam’s eyes went round. Tucker, who had just sat down next to Sam, literally jumped out of his seat. “There’s a new one?!” he shrieked. 

Valerie smiled, and it was one of equal parts satisfaction and smugness. “I’ll send you the link,” she said as she fished out her phone. 

Tucker already had his laptop out in a flash. On screen, there were three links. Everyone immediately crowded around Tucker as the first video began to load. Even Valerie got a little closer, but she still kept her distance from the group. 

The first video began, and it was already chaos. The screen showed nothing but a shaky blur for the first few seconds, with the sound of people screaming in a language that Danny didn’t understand. The screen stopped shaking, revealing the surroundings to be some sort of bustling city street. Whoever was filming steadied themselves, focusing the camera on four flying figures quite a distance away. The camera zoomed in on the figures, revealing that they had grey skin like stone, a pair of thin wings, pointed ears, and a set of sharp-looking teeth. 

“Are those… gargoyles?” Danny had to agree with Tucker’s guess. They definitely fit the traditional appearance of a gargoyle. 

One of the gargoyles was suddenly blindsided by a net that brought it crashing to the ground. The camera zoomed out slightly, and eight more figures entered the frame. Eight figures that Danny recognized immediately. 

“There they are.”

The mysterious newcomers in the supernatural world, the Mystery Kids. 

Dani practically vibrated in her seat. “Oh, this should be good.” 

Two of the Mystery Kids, Danny remembered them as Neil and Mabel, swiftly rushed to the downed gargoyle and grabbed the netting to keep it pinned down. The rest of the Mystery Kids engaged the three remaining gargoyles. One of the gargoyles let out a shriek and began to flee in the direction of the camera, at which point the person recording screamed, the screen became a blur again, and the video ended. 

Dani deflated. “Aw, that’s it?”

“Oh my god, where is this?” Sam wondered out loud, looking shocked. 

“Somewhere in Europe,” Valerie promptly answered. “Far as I can tell. Couldn’t figure out where exactly.”

“Well, I heard some German in there, so… maybe in Germany?” Jazz guessed.

Before any of them could comment any further, Tucker already started the next video. The person recording appeared to be recording from inside a car, and it immediately became clear that this was recorded from a spot far, far closer to the action. One of the Mystery Kids, Danny recognized him as Raz, sped by the camera riding what appeared to be a ball of glowing orange energy. After he sped by, the camera focused on a different member of the Mystery Kids, standing in the middle of the street. The girl, whose name Danny could not remember, put a hand to her forehead, at which point pieces of small debris began to float up around her. The debris suddenly burst into flames, and as the girl flicked her wrist, they shot up into the sky like missiles.

Danny wasn’t surprised to hear Dani squealing in delight. “That. Is. Awesome.”

Something suddenly fell right next to the car, drawing a shriek of surprise from the person recording. The dust cleared, revealing that something to be one of the gargoyles. The gargoyle struggled to its feet, shrugging off the pain of the impact, but it suddenly paused, its neck craning to the side until it looked directly into the camera. The gargoyle shrieked. The person recording screamed.

Out of nowhere, the gargoyle was knocked out of frame. The camera followed the gargoyle for a moment as it was blown clear down the street. The camera panned back to its original view, where a blue-haired girl now stood, both of her hands clutching an emerald stick. Danny instantly recognized her as Coraline, the leader of the Mystery Kids, from what he could tell. Coraline yanked the car door open, screamed at the person recording to run away, before dashing off towards the gargoyle. The recorder began to scramble out of the car, the video ending mid-scramble. 

“Gotta agree with you there, Dani,” Valerie said with a chuckle. “That really is awesome.”

Tucker began the third and last video. This one seemed to be recorded from inside a highrise building, showing an almost top-down view of the street. The camera was focused on the gargoyle pinned down by a net, with Mabel and Neil keeping it pinned. Another member of the Mystery Kids entered the frame, and as the camera proceeded to focus on him, Danny remembered his name as Dipper. The boy held out his left hand with his palm open, which appeared to be filled with some sort of powder, all while he looked like he was screaming out words. He suddenly slammed his right hand onto his open left palm, and that somehow created a shockwave, visibly growing outwards from him. The shockwave washed over the person recording, which seemed to cause them to drop the camera, the video ending the second it touched the floor. 

“Dang… that was intense.” Tucker breathed out. 

“Are- are they okay after that?” Jazz asked. The genuine concern in her voice was kind of touching. “What even was that last blast?”

Valerie didn’t seem to be as concerned. “I’m sure they’ll be fine. They look like the type that can handle a beating or two.”

“Sorry, are you always this lax about violence?” Of course, if that concern could lead to a rift, Danny would need to step in.

“Jazz, it’s fine. I’ve been with them once, and I can already tell that they really are pretty hardy.” Jazz didn’t look entirely convinced, but Danny supposed it was better to upset someone who was less likely storm out if things went south. 

Meanwhile, Tucker had begun playing the first video again, this time going through it frame by frame, taking screenshots once every so often. The others watched the process silently, keeping a closer attention themselves just in case they missed anything important in any of the videos. Besides, they were pretty cool, so Danny didn’t mind seeing it a second time. 

Once they reached the part with the girl whose name Danny still couldn’t remember, Dani squealed giddily. “Oh, wow, this is so my favorite one!”

“Her or the moment?” Seeing Dani be so excited, Danny couldn’t help but indulge her. 

“Yes!” Dani giggled. “Lili is definitely my favorite one out of all of them.”

Lili! That’s her name. That took an embarrassingly long time for him to figure that out. 

“You got good taste, Dani. I dig that.” Valerie nodded at Dani with a smile. “But, if we’re picking favorites…” Valerie waited for a moment until Tucker reached the part where Coraline first appeared, before continuing. “Now that’s a girl after my own heart.” 

Tucker’s eyes lit up, which was a good sign. “Oh, we doin’ this now? Alrighty…” Tucker suddenly went all the way back to the first video, pausing at the moment the Mystery Kids first entered the frame. He tapped the screen on one of the Mystery Kids. Danny remembered his name to be Wybie. “This guy right here? We haven’t talked much, but I got a feeling we’re gonna be best buds.”

“Wait, why are we suddenly… announcing our favorites like this?” Danny had to agree with Jazz on that one. This took a weird turn.

“Why not? It’s fun!” Tucker pointed a finger at Jazz with a grin. “Your turn, now. Your favorite?”

Jazz sighed, but surprisingly, she still answered the question. “Ah, I guess… what was his name, Raz?”

“Interesting. Interesting.” Tucker nodded thoughtfully. His gaze fell on Sam next. “You’re up, Manson.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “If I had to pick, then it’s that Dipper kid,” she answered with a sense of awe that Danny never expected to hear coming from her. “He did actual magic. Right in front of me. That’s… cool.”

Tucker’s attention finally shifted to Danny. “Last one is yours, Danny,” he said. “Come on, spill it.”

Everyone’s already had a go, so he couldn’t really refuse. “I… I wouldn’t call him a favorite, but the kid with the really spiky hair, Norman.” His mind flashed back to the Freakshow fight, to the utterly alien surge of power that he felt as Norman brought the skirmish to an end.

“I’d keep a close eye on him. He’s… strong.”

Tucker raised an eyebrow. “Really? He looks like one of the few people that I could throw down with and come out on top.”

“Well, not physically, Tuck.” Danny very nearly rolled his eyes at him. “You were there when he… did whatever it was that he did.” He glanced around at everyone giving him questioning looks. “I can’t explain it, but he’s strong. In a way.”

Sam, Tucker, and Jazz still fixed him with a doubting, questioning look, Valerie looked mildly interested, while Dani looked intensely interested. Danny would definitely need to have a talk with her about this later.

Jazz was the first to speak again. “That was all a nice extra tidbit of information about them. I don’t know if they’ll affect your choices at all, but…” her words came to a suddenly halt, before she sighed, “Huh, we… we kinda have been stalling, haven’t we?”

Danny cringed to himself. They totally were. “We… yeah.”

Jazz rose to her feet and stepped into the center of the room. “Okay. We all know why we’re here, so let’s… let’s just get on with this.” She casted a glance at everyone in the room. “Who wants to start?”

The answer was apparently nobody, judging from how silent the room suddenly became. Jazz looked around awkwardly, clearly hoping that someone other than her would take up her offer. Sam seemed to busy studying her shoes. Valerie retreated to her spot earlier, leaning against the wall. Dani actually looked eager to get started, but apparently not enough for her to start it herself. Meanwhile, Danny was extremely tempted to turn his attention back to his new best friend, the ceiling stain. 

Tucker eventually huffed, closing his laptop. “Guess I’ll go first,” he conceded. “Alright, so, I know someone here is still suspicious of them,” Tucker’s gaze not-so-subtly fell on Sam for a moment, “but honestly? I’m not getting that kind of vibe from them at all. I genuinely think they’re just trying to do good and save folks whenever they can.”

Sam didn’t miss Tucker’s little jab at her. Not that it was hard to miss, considering it was Tucker’s brand of subtlety. “So you’re voting yes?” she asked.

“Yeah. And that’s already a point to them.” Tucker placed his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest. “I am an excellent judge of character.”

Valerie barked out a laugh. “Wow, that almost made me want to say no,” she remarked.

“Wait… so you-” Sam’s eyes narrowed. Honestly, not a lot could escape her notice. 

“Yes.” 

Sam looked like she had the biggest shock of the year. “You- seriously?!”

“Look, I don’t know if the ‘bigger threats’ they talked about even exist, but there are threats out there that I do know actually exist,” Valerie explained. “If joining their club can give me an edge over those threats? I wouldn’t think twice.” 

With the conversation back in full swing, Dani nervously began, “Ah, I guess I’m voting yes, too.” Sam’s look of shock shifted over to Dani, while she obliviously continued. “They seem cool. I wouldn’t mind working together with them. We could… maybe even be friends?” She chuckled nervously at the end of it.

Danny had no idea if the others noticed, but Sam was trying so hard to keep her cool. She crossed her arms. “Alright then, I just want to remind everyone that we’ve dealt with shady organization-government guys before, and all they cared about was dissecting Danny, so.” She ended with a shrug so meant to be casual there was no way it was casual. “That’s all I have to say.” 

“Yeah, I vote we decline.” Jazz added. Sam sent a thankful smile her way. “We’re doing well on our own, and they didn’t give us any proof about any threats, so I don’t see why we have to join them.”

Danny was so preoccupied with listening to the others’ decisions that he was confused at first when everyone suddenly turned their attention to him. Danny then realized too late that he was the only one who hasn’t said his piece.

“Wait, am I- oh, man! Am I the deciding vote?” 

Tucker was at least nice enough to offer a sheepish shrug. The others just more or less stared at him in dead silence. Valerie wore a poker face that was basically bulletproof if the bullets were Danny’s attempts to read anything from her. Dani resorted to whipping out her puppy eyes, which was just a low blow, if Danny’s being perfectly frank. Both Sam and Jazz fixed him with a frown, though in Sam’s case it was more of a scowl than a frown. Danny focused his gaze on the two, and tried to look as apologetic as possible. 

“It’d be nice to have more friends than enemies for once.”

Jazz responded with a nod. A simple, understanding nod. Sam’s response was a look of outrage and betrayal, before she drew in a sharp breath, forced a neutral expression on his face, and averted her gaze while crossing her arms. Danny couldn’t help but feel like he needed to defend his decision.

“Hey, if something like the Disasteroid ever comes up again, I’d rather not beg for help from people who have tried to kill me!” Danny already felt Valerie’s eyes on him, so he quickly added, “Y’know, barring Valerie.”

“No, no, it’s- whatever, just…” Sam shook her head. For the most part, she managed to hold on to her neutral expression. “Just… go call them. Right now. Call them right now.”

Danny blinked in surprise. “Right… now?” he slowly asked. 

“Yeah, why not!” Sam threw her arms up in the air. “We already committed. We’re doing this, so why delay? Go on, call them.”

A cursory glance at the others showed everyone giving Danny shrugs and nods of agreement. To hell with it, Danny thought, as he first pulled out his phone from his pocket, then the piece of paper the Mystery Kids gave him. He slowly punched in the number written on the paper, his heart beating faster with each number he entered. Eventually, with the number completed, and with his fingers crossed, Danny tapped the call button.

It felt like an eternity waiting for the call to connect, but when it did, Danny still felt like he needed a few more seconds. 

“You’ve reached Psychonaut agent Razputin Aquato, please state your business.”

Danny swallowed and tried to keep his voice even. “Hey, Raz. It’s me. Danny.”

“Holy- Danny! Hi! Hello!” Raz sounded… surprisingly nervous, which actually helped Danny calm his nerves. “So, uh, do you have more questions, or something, or- or-”

“No. No more questions.”

Danny took one last glance around at his team, at Jazz, at Valerie, at Dani, at Tucker, and at Sam. He drew in a deep breath, before he gave Raz their answer.

“We’re in.”

-

It’s official, guys. The Mystery Kids now has 14 members in total.

Something a little different this time around. Rather than going back to pre-Weirdmageddon times like usual, we’re sticking with post-Weirdmageddon times to see how Danny and his gang was doing after meeting up with the MK. We also get to see Danny’s full gang themselves, rather than just have them be vaguely mentioned.

This took quite some time to finish, mostly because I underestimated just how long this chapter is gonna be. Another reason is because this is my first time ever writing a bunch of new characters, namely Jazz, Dani, and Valerie. Technically, this is also kinda the first time I’m properly writing Danny, Sam, and Tucker, since the chapter where they showed up was 80% action with only a little bit at the end where their personalities can shine through. So, a lot of nervousness went into this chapter, but I hope I did the characters justice. 

Next chapter, we head back to pre-Weirdmageddon times for something darker and dramatic. Until then, y’all!

[semisgroupie]

Third Time's The Charm

Club Member!Taichi x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: fingering (f!receiving), exhibitionism (Oikawa watches), condom usage (i know, crazy right?), praise, many many check ins, safe word mention, characters are college aged (both seniors in college so 21/22)

A/N: this is my submission for the @hqintheclub Haikyuu University Sex Club collab! Read the rest of the works here! I am so thankful for this network and to contribute to the collab, I hope this does a good job in conveying safe sex practices. Also a huge huge thank you to @meiansmistress for beta-reading!!! Yes the safe word is a little tribute to what Taichi does in the timeskip.

Once Shinsuke called the end of the meeting, Kawanishi stood up and made his way to the front of the room with his clipboard in hand.

“Alright my fellow club members, I’m just going to go over the statistics before the end of the month, who need to go for their STD tests and the notes I took from this meeting.” He adjusted his glasses and flipped through the papers. “Okay, so some recommendations from this meeting are, ‘buy scented toilet paper’ by Tooru. Yeah, not happening.”

A whine came from the back of the meeting room.

“Dude, why not? You know how girls have to pee after sex? They could have something that smells good while they do it!” Tooru’s eyes lit up offering his proposal, just like every other month, only to have it shut down again.

“Buy scented candles or something for your smelly bathroom.” Chuckles and snickers erupted in the room while Tooru sat back and pouted like a child. Kawanishi went through the rest of the recommendations and other areas of concern before moving onto the last topic.

“Okay, so for the fun part. Time to see who has had the most and least sex this month.” The room went dead silent as Kawanishi went over the log book. He did a onceover of the totals before looking at the group.

“So the lucky guy with the most amount of happy customers is… Osamu with eighteen.”

“Huh? ‘Samu? He isn’t even here! Not even a member.” Atsumu huffed and kept on ranting and raving about his brother until Kawanishi interrupted him.

“Actually, he’s an unofficial/official member who does not need to really attend meetings since we haven’t properly officiated his membership. But we definitely need to do that since he’s definitely bringing popularity to the club. Next is Mr. Chairperson Tooru and Mr. President Shinsuke both tying in with twelve happy ladies. Congratulations to the both of you. So, now the two least are—well you guys shouldn’t be surprised as these results have been consistent for a while now. But in good spirit, it’s me with two and Keiji with one.”

A shrug came from Keiji as the results were read. Kawanishi felt the same way, it got annoying every single time he had to read the results. They both knew they had to get laid but Kawanishi had his eye on a special someone.

The meeting was called to an end and Kawanishi made his way to his room to get ready for his chemistry lab. There was only one thing circling in his brain—he had to raise his number, but how? There was that one person he wanted but he wasn’t even sure if she even had plans to use the services the club provided, let alone choose him.

You were Kawanishi’s cute little lab partner. Always looking at him with bright doe eyes and always greeting him with a huge smile. You were too cute, too innocent to use the sex club. Kawanishi was sure of that. You probably even had a boyfriend so any hope he had for you was gone.

That was until he overheard you talking to your friends.

You were huffing and complaining about your sex life as you stood in front of the lab room—well, lack of sex in your life. You had a cute pout on your face as you rambled on, completely unaware of Kawanishi eavesdropping on such a private conversation.

“My toys aren’t even as enjoyable anymore! I just give up halfway through because it's the same thing over and over, I’m tired of it! And there’s absolutely no way I’m going to find a random guy on Tinder because he could be a creep or just horrible at sex.”

You sighed and started scrolling through your phone while your friend started thinking about what you said. Kawanishi recognized her, he knew her name started with a J and she was with Osamu last week. He remembered her moaning—well, screams—of Osamu’s name. As Kawanishi shook the thought from his head, “J” spoke.

“Remember that hook up I told you about last week?” She waited for you to nod before she continued speaking, “Well, there’s a website I met him off of. I’ll give it to you now and check it out. I think I saw a picture of your lab partner on the site. But check it out and let me know who you pick. Enjoy your class!”

You gave her a quick thanks before walking into the lab room, getting your goggles and supplies as Kawanishi soon followed. You made small conversation but every time you snuck a glance at him, you couldn’t see him as the type to be a part of the university’s sex club. Jay probably got him confused with someone else but for some reason you couldn’t wait until you got back to your apartment.

You just had to make sure. It was just curiosity. Well, that was what you kept telling yourself when you opened up your laptop and typed the web address in. You were met with the website, seeing the names of all the members and things that they specialized in. While you were scrolling through, your eyes widened and your heart dropped to your stomach.

Secretary: Taichi Kawanishi Specialty: Fingering

“Holy shit. It’s him.”

You read the name over and over again. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep finally getting to you or maybe it was because you unknowingly inhaled some drug that caused you to hallucinate and see his name. No matter how many times you refreshed the screen and rubbed your eyes, nothing changed. His name was still there and so was his specialty.

“Fingering? Well, he does have nice fingers. They are very long.”

You started thinking about his slim fingers, wondering how they would feel on your skin, grazing your most sensitive parts, but before you got too deep in thought you snapped yourself out of it. This was your lab partner! Not some pornstar or prostitute. Not some rando you met on a dating site. You would see him again if you decided to go through with it. How would that change how you two interacted with each other? Would it bring unnecessary tension?

You had this back and forth with yourself all night. You finally made your decision when you couldn’t get yourself off, the toy on your clit no longer bringing the same satisfaction it used to. With a huff you grabbed your laptop and went back to the website. Once the page loaded, you looked through all the guys and their specialties.

“Corsetry? What is that?”

You looked through the rest of the other specialties and you were equally intrigued and confused. You went back to Kawanishi and stared at his name. You didn’t want to ruin anything but you couldn’t stand this any longer—you needed a good fuck and you needed it badly.

“Fuck it.”

You scheduled an appointment with him, Saturday evening, a time where the site said he would be free. You put your laptop away and went to sleep.

The next morning Kawanishi woke up to frantic knocking on his door. He rolled out of bed and opened the door to be welcomed by Tooru.

“Dude, what the fuck? Did someone die?”

“No but check your phone, someone has been scheduled for tomorrow evening.”

Kawanishi rolled his eyes and checked his phone, the notification woke him up.

“Y/N scheduled me for tomorrow evening?”

“Don’t worry my friend. I will get you condoms. But aren’t you glad I sent you for STD testing on Monday? You can thank me later.”

The rest of the day went by normally, then Kawanishi remembered one of the main rules.

“New members and members who fuck the least need to fuck in front of an official club member.”

Kawanishi went to some of the other guys first, but Keiji and Koutarou both said they couldn’t. Shinsuke had to visit his grandmother and some of the other club members were occupied. That left  only one person.

“Tooru, are you busy tomorrow evening?”

Tooru thought for a few seconds then shook his head. He furrowed his eyebrows in a silent question as to why he would be needed tomorrow evening.

“You forgot the rule, didn’t you?” Tooru kept a confused look and shrugged his shoulders.

Kawanishi pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed before continuing. Only if anyone else was free. He would take anyone at this moment over Tooru.

“People who fuck the least in the club need to fuck in front of an official member, and everyone one else is busy so I’m asking you.”

A smile grew on Tooru’s face as he got up and wrapped his arm around Kawanishi’s shoulder.

“Oh my friend, don’t make me seem like I’m the last choice—“

“—you are.”

“Ouch, anyways I’ll be glad to watch. Do you need any tips? All the girls have left with a smile on their face after a night with me. You know I would’ve never thought I’d say this but you should’ve gone to Seijoh or maybe I should’ve gone to Shiratorizawa… I would have gotten you laid all the time, or at least done a better job than stupid Ushiwaka, you wouldn’t have had this little dry spout you’re having now—hey!”

Kawanishi removed Tooru’s arm and walked out of his room.

“Thanks for doing it, I don’t need your help though. If you try coaching me, I don’t care what I’m doing, I will throw you out of the room myself.”

Kawanishi spent the rest of the night and most of the day Saturday organizing his room, making it neat and stuffing his mini fridge with drinks and snacks. When it was time for you to come over, he waited for you in front of the club house.

As he waited, his nerves were getting the best of him. He hadn’t felt this nervous since he lost his virginity. Before he could really start worrying, he saw you approaching, giving him a small wave before you could greet him with a hug.

“Hey, well first off, thank you for choosing me for this. I should explain that we will have someone watch us, so if that makes you uncomfortable I completely understand. It’s just a rule we have for the club and I can show you the rule book if you need me to once we get to my room.”

“It’s okay. If you don’t mind me asking, who will it be?”

Before Kawanishi could answer your question the man in question wrapped his arms around the both of you.

“Hello you two! I shouldn’t need to introduce myself but I’m Tooru and—oh! I recognize you, Y/N right? I think we had biology together last year. You saved my ass so many times with your notes. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Kawanishi here treats you right—ow!”

Kawanishi pinched Tooru’s side and gave him a mean side eye.

“Tooru, remember what I told you yesterday.”

Tooru raised his hands in surrender at Kawanishi’s warning and you couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction. The sound of your laughter helped calm Kawanishi down a bit. He just had to get it through his mind that you were just a regular person with needs just like him, and he was going to help you satisfy those needs.

Light conversation was shared between the three of you as you all walked to his room. Once you crossed the threshold of his bedroom, Kawanishi took your hand as he led you to the bed and sat next to you. You rested your hand on top of his and offered him a shy smile, leaning in slowly.

“C-can I kiss you Kawanishi?”

He cupped your cheek and closed the distance between the both of you. Your lips felt so soft against his and he couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss. His hand moved to squeeze the fat of your thigh that was exposed by the skirt you were wearing. He broke away from the kiss to sit against his headboard, patting his thighs.

“Come on, come sit on my lap, pretty girl and we can get started. If you feel uncomfortable, your safe word is mojito. Once you say it, I will stop whatever I’m doing and we can just cuddle or do whatever you want, okay?”

You settled yourself on his lap with a meek “yes” before leaning back in to kiss him. Tooru was sitting on the spare chair in the room, scrolling on his phone. It was adorable to see you get so shy. You were always so confident and so outspoken, but once Kawanishi got you inside his room you crawled into a little shell.

He pulled you down to kiss you this time as his hands wandered over your body. His hands moved over your clothed breasts, squeezing them softly, making whimpers leave your lips. He moved his hands lower to your ass, squishing the flesh, and when you bucked your hips into his he gave it a light smack, swallowing the moan that left you. He pulled away to look at you.

“Can I touch you some more? I just want you to feel really good for me.”

“P-please touch me, w-want more.”

He smirked at your stuttering—it made this even more enjoyable. He leaned in and trailed kisses from your lips to your jaw and neck, your hips bucking more. You were so sensitive he couldn’t wait to see how you would react to his fingers. His hand trailed up your thigh and his thumb grazed against your panties. You bit down on your lip, trying to hide your moans.

It was embarrassing to you how quickly you were falling apart; he hadn’t even touched your skin for more than a few seconds and you already felt like once his fingers touched your bare pussy, you would cum.

Kawanishi licked your neck as he slid your panties to the side.

“Are you ready? I’ll go nice and slow for you.” He spoke into the skin of your neck as his fingers rubbed your slick folds.

“Yes, please.”

Your head dropped to his shoulder once he slid his middle finger inside you, moving slowly. He hissed at the way your cunt swallowed his finger, thinking about how it would feel once his cock was buried inside you. He sped up his thrusts, your muffled moans and whimpers encouraging his actions further. He slipped another finger in, leaning back to see your expressions as you quickly lifted your head from his shoulder.

Your jaw went slack as moans kept falling from your mouth, your hips bucking into his hand as you got lost in the pleasure, chasing your orgasm. His fingers were so long and hit so deep. They felt so good, better than any toy you had used in the past month or so. You were embarrassingly close to your orgasm after only a short time.

“Ka-Kawanishi, ‘m close!”

“I know, just cum for me, okay? Cum all over my fingers, let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

He thrusted his fingers faster, using his thumb to rub your clit. He rubbed your back with his free hand while watching all your expressions. Your hands made their way to his shirt, balling the fabric in your fists as you came undone on his fingers with a moan of his name. He slowed his fingers down to help you relax, making sure he wasn’t overstimulating you.

“You did such a good job for me. You look so beautiful when you cum. So good for me. Are you okay?”

“Yes I’m fine,” you reply breathlessly.

“We can stop here. All I care about is you cumming. I could continue fingering you until my fingers turn pruney if you want or I could get you some snacks and water and just talk.”

You shook your head; you couldn’t leave him hard. You wanted to fuck him, and the snacks and drinks could always come later.

“I-I want to fuck you. I want you to feel good too.”

“Don’t worry about me, this is all about you and your pleasure. I’m here for you, okay?”

You nodded as he reached over for a condom on his nightstand. You lifted yourself off his lap slightly to remove your panties and skirt as he pulled off his sweatpants and boxers, revealing how hard he was.

“Okay, so how do you want to do this? I want you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself.”

“I want to ride you.”

You sat yourself on his thigh as he opened the foil package and rolled the condom onto his cock, pinching the tip of it. Once it was on, he placed his hands on your hips to help you guide you down on his cock. His grip tightened, feeling your warmth envelop his cock and fighting the urge to just thrust up into you. He moved you down slowly until you bottomed out.

“You did amazing, now take your time. I’ll help guide your hips so you don’t go too fast.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders as you slowly bounced yourself on his cock, the tip brushing against your g-spot over and over again. Praises kept falling from Kawanishi’s lips as moans kept coming out from yours. Tooru couldn’t help but start palming himself over his sweatpants at the sight of you and Kawanishi, your sweet moans and cries filling the room. Your hands went under your shirt, freeing your breasts from the confines of your bra. You played with and teased your nipples, adding extra stimulation to the pleasure you were already feeling.

The closer you got to your orgasm, the more your legs shook, making him take more control. He bounced you up and down on his cock, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. You felt so good around him and the sight of you playing with your nipples turned him on even more. If he thought you looked beautiful when you were fucking yourself on his fingers, you looked like a goddess now. Your pussy clenched his cock tighter and tighter with each thrust, signalling to him that your orgasm was approaching.

“Cum for me Y/N, cum for me. I know you’re close, I feel you clenching me so tightly. Come on and cum for me.”

Once the soft commands were spoken, you came around his cock, your eyes clenched shut as your jaw went slack letting out a silent moan. As you were riding out your orgasm Kawanishi couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Small beads of sweat rolled down your neck and you finally opened your eyes to make eye contact with him. You leaned down and connected your lips with his once more.

Kawanishi kept thrusting until he filled up the condom with his cum. Once he felt you relax around him, he lifted you up slowly and laid you down on the bed, covering you with a blanket. He pulled the condom off, tying a knot and throwing it out in the trash can in his room. He nodded at Tooru, giving him the signal to leave, and so he did with a wink and a wave.

Kawanishi reached out for your hand and helped you get up as he walked you to the bathroom.

“I just need you to go to the bathroom and then we could watch something.”

You did your business and left the bathroom with a small smile on your face.

“Is there any way we could have this happen again? I don’t know if you guys can have regulars or if it's against the rules.”

Kawanishi chuckled and walked you back to his bed.

“We have no rules about regulars and I’d love to do this with you again.”

He kissed you on the forehead and handed you a water bottle to drink from before laying down next to you.

As he laid down next to you, talking about a random topic you brought up, he finally understood when people said the third time's the charm. He couldn’t have asked for a better person to raise his total to three.

[ibelongtowrath]

Imagine Satan is feeling needy but MC isn’t there. And in his room he starts rubbing himself and soon is jerking off thinking about them. Their touch, their warmth their sounds.

♡. Drabble time! Thank you for the inspiration, dear nonny!

♡. Tags/warnings: 18+/NSFW GN!reader, masturbation, daddy kink, thoughts of sex, lots of cum.

♡. NSFW below the cut!

Satan lies supine on his bed, a book cradled between his hands. Words appear before him, meticulously written, a tome he’s read hundreds of times before - one of his favorites. The crisp sound of pages turning, coupled with the gentle crackling of lit candles, cuts through the silence of his messy but organized bedroom, books stacked nearly floor-to-ceiling. This is a silence that is not the tranquil kind, however, but a nearly unbearable kind; because it is a silence that is not being shared with you.

Fuck.

His eyes drift from the book before him to the empty space next to him on his bed. It had been nearly a week since he had been able to taste your skin last. He craves you. Stolen kisses in the hallways of R.A.D. in between classes, quick pecks on the cheek before and after meals, exchanging of D.D.D. messages and typed-out “I love you”’s aren’t nearly enough to satiate his need. You were being whisked away to meetings, weighed down with the hefty workload of assignments, endless exams. 

Satan offered to let you stay in his room, to help you with your tasks, but you had politely declined, insisting it would be too much of a distraction. His lips turned up into a knowing smirk, understanding the implication, proud that he is able to affect you in such a way; but part of him was sorely disappointed, nodding with understanding, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before you turned around and headed back to your room. You paused, turning back to wink at him before those soft, pretty lips parted to speak.

“Don’t worry, it will only be for about a week. I’ll more than make it up to you after, Daddy.”

As he recalls your words, Satan feels his cock twitch beneath his pajama pants. His head falls back to rest against the pillow - the book, still open, lay against his chest. He finds his hand slowly reaching to the front of the fleecy bottoms, gliding his fingers over the slight bulge. Rubbing back and forth, softly, gently, touch just a bit heavier than featherlight, he bites his lip, his eyelids fluttering.

“Ah- fuck- harder, Daddy, don’t stop...”

The memory of those sweet, sweet words that fall from your lips - they’re delicious. Satan’s cock twitches again, growing harder as he continues to fondle himself through his pants. His breath hitches before exhaling slowly, hooking his thumbs beneath the stretchy waistband, pulling them down until his cock springs free. Thoughts running at the fastest speed imaginable, he nibbles his bottom lip.

He circles a thumb around the head of his cock, now rock-hard at its full length, and resting against his abdomen; the clear fluid of his obvious arousal weeps from the tip, dripping, pooling onto his stomach as his chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly, breaths turning ragged.

Satan moves his hand down, wrapping his fingers around his stiff, swollen length. His head rocks back against the pillows, eyes squeezing shut, lost in thoughts of you. Thoughts of your feverish skin against his, the way you look up at him as you writhe underneath him, eyes half-lidded and blown out with lust. He begins to stroke himself, slowly and methodically. 

A moan escapes him as he thinks of your own, the way you gasp with every thrust as he gripped your hips and lifted them, wrapping your legs around himself, slamming into the deepest parts of you. Your legs shaking, squeezing harder as you thread your fingers into his hair, moaning his name into his ear.

He groans, pumping his hand faster, letting his thoughts run amok with you. Satan arches his back, the book all but forgotten as it lies on his chest - his mind so clouded over with pleasure, properly putting it away is the last thing he wants to think about. 

Small beads of sweat appear on his forehead, and he groans, desperately wishing it was your hand getting him off instead of his own gripping his aching, needy cock. A pinging chime sounds from his D.D.D. on the nightstand, indicating a received text, but he ignores it, lost in ecstasy.

The feeling of your tight, warm walls gripping him as he enters you, pulling back, dragging his cock between your walls before pounding back into you. Stretching you out with his sheer size, quivering around his cock as your arousal wets him. Satan increases the pace of his hand in tandem with the memory of his quickened, merciless thrusts into your pliant little body writhing beneath him, calling out his name; the two short syllables stretching into loud, gasping moans that rise in pitch with each effort, bordering on a scream of pleasure.

“Ah! It f-feels so good, I’m going to cum, Daddy-”

Fuck! Satan clenches his jaw, stroking faster and faster, desperately chasing his release. Gripping the sheets beneath him with his free hand, he bucks his hips into his own hand, pressing his skull hard into the pillow as his cock twitches. Fuck, I’m so close... 

It’s the mental image of your eyes rolling back in ecstasy as you cum, gripping him tightly as you scream his name into the late hours of the morning, fucking into you throughout your release that finally pushes Satan over the edge. Mere moments later, the tension between his hips snaps, fire pooling low in his belly and blazing to life as his orgasm shudders through him. 

Squeezing his eyes shut, he lets out a series of loud moans, sounds of pleasure shattering the thick silence of his empty bedroom. Thick, white ropes of cum pulse from his cock, coating his hand and subsequently landing on the book that lay on his chest, coating the cover with evidence of his desperation. Chest rising and falling rapidly with the effort of his labored breathing, Satan groans, letting his head drop back against the pillow as he wipes his brow with the back of his free hand.

Silence returns to his room, though only for a few fleeting moments - the sound of his bedroom door unlocking fills that void,  almost amplified by the previous stillness. Satan’s heart thrums wildly in his chest, watching with widened eyes as you stride through the door before turning around to close it behind you, setting your book bag on the nearest chair.

“I texted you, but you didn’t answer,” you tell him, reaching to grab your D.D.D. from your bag before turning around. “I need a break, so I thought-”

Your words cut off suddenly as you finally turn around. The sight of Satan on his bed, a hand wrapped tightly around his cock, coated in cum as he pants, his eyes glazed over in pleasure. You can feel yourself grin, sauntering up to him, keeping your eyes trained on his as your hands make quick work of unbuttoning your uniform jacket, dropping it to the floor.

Satan’s heart thrums wildly in his chest, like the rev of a racecar gas pedal pressed to the floor. He licks his lips, delighting in the sight of you, moving the cum-soaked book to the nightstand, not caring at all for the damage.

“Kitten,” he rasps, continuing to pant. “I-”

“Missed me that much, hm?” you purr, leaning over him to brush your lips against his. “I did say I’d make it up to you, Daddy, didn’t I? I suppose I’ll have to clean you up first...”